Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. I wish I did. Robin is so hot, especially when his hair is wet...
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'Has it always been so dark in my room?' Raven shivered and rubbed her hands on her arms. She could see her breath crystalizing in the air by the dim light coming from the moon outside. 'And cold...why is it so cold? Doesn't Cyborg control the temperature?' Raven sighed and wrapped a blanket around herself. Still shivering, she stood up from her sitting position on the bed and walked towards her door. She stopped, thinking. 'Where am I going? Oh well, I'll just go where my feet take me.'
As it turned out, her feet were taking her to Robin's room. 'Why?' she wondered. The door slid open, and there he was.
"Raven? What are you..."
"I was cold, and it was dark," Raven stated simply. "I felt lonely."
He stared at her for a few moments. "Do you want to come in?"
Raven nodded and stepped into his room. He had a small desk lamp turned on, and apparently hadn't been trying to fall asleep when she arrived outside his room.
"Are you an insomniac or something?" Raven asked.
"No, I just have a lot of work to do. Just because we're superheros doesn't mean we don't have paperwork," he responded. He didn't sound too thrilled to be the one who had to do it all.
Raven didn't respond. She looked around his room, at the pictures on his walls. Her eyes were drawn to his nighttable. On it was a spare mask, a flashlight, a clock radio, and a picture. It was the picture in particular that caught her eye. It wasn't a picture of the team all together, nor was it a picture of Starfire. It was a picture from a few years ago when the Titans had played a game of touch football. The picture captured the moment when Raven tackled Robin to the ground and took about eight seconds too long getting up.
Raven strode across the room and picked up the picture. "Why is this here?" she asked. She didn't mention that she had the double of the same picture sitting on her nightstand.
Robin blushed. "I...just kind of like that picture."
Raven smiled. "Don't be embarrassed. I have the same picture in my room."
Robin smiled back. "Why?"
This time Raven blushed. "I...to quote you, I just kind of like that picture."
She turned to leave. "I should go. You shouldn't have to deal with my lonely self at this hour."
"No, don't go! I want you to stay. Spend the night with me." Robin flinched as he noticed the undercurrent in that sentence. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I was kind of cold and lonely too." He grasped Raven's hand. "So, please don't leave."
Raven half-smiled. "I won't leave you. I'll be right here with you."
The two embraced, each inhaling the other's scent, basking in eachother's presence, knowing that the other was thinking the exact same thoughts that they were.
Suddenly the alarm went off. Robin sighed and let go of Raven. "Duty calls. We should go."
Raven grabbed his forearm. "When this battle is over, I want to tell you something I've never told anyone before. What happened on my birthday."
"I look forward to it." Robin said as he exited his room. Raven walked behind him, following him. Whoever the villian was, Mad Mod, Killer Moth, Hive, Plasmus, it didn't matter. All that mattered was surviving the battle so the two birds could talk. So the two birds could be together. So the birds would never leave eachother, and share all that they had with eachother.