A/N: This is my reaction to Spellbound. It's told through the eyes of Robin, set sometime after Spellbound. Yes, it's purposely somewhat cryptic. You can fill in the blanks.
And it's a one-shot.
It should have been me.
I should have been the one that Raven hugged.
I should have been there to comfort her when she needed it most.
I should have apologized for everything-for trying to make her change-for trying to get her to act more "normal".
I should have tried harder to be nicer, to do more nice things for her.
I should have thought of her feelings instead of my own.
I should have reassured her that she wasn't creepy.
I should have told her she was beautiful.
It should have been me mending her broken heart! Me wiping away her tears! Me making sure that no one ever broke her heart again.
Why didn't I just go up and hug her? Why did I have to walk away from her, leaving her vulnerable and alone? Why didn't I comfort her—talk to her—anything?! Anything to ease her sadness, anything to make her feel like she was appreciated.
Why didn't I tell her that I loved her?
It should have been me who she threw her arms around. It should have been me who she thanked.
It should have been me who she loved.
So why haven't I told her yet?
"I love you Raven!" I stood up and shouted. I heard people gasp. Tears were streaming down my face. I didn't know I could still cry.
The entire church stopped and looked at me. I didn't about care what they thought. I only cared about her. About Raven, my love.
She looked so beautiful in her white dress.
I made my way down the aisle, past rows of shocked but unmoving faces, turned towards me.
"Robin?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, as I reached her.
"I love you, Raven. I've always loved you. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me most. I'm sorry for everything I've done, for all of those times that I could have told you, but didn't. But, I love you! And I always will. It should have been me up there in the suit." I said the last part in a whisper. Tears were streaming freely down my face now. I looked down.
It was silent for a few seconds, and then I felt something warm brush my cheeks. Raven's pale, delicate hands tenderly wiping the tears from my face.
"Please don't cry," she said in her soft, whispery voice. "It's making me sad."
Her hand was still wet with my tears when she grabbed my hand. And when she ran back down the aisle, past all of the guests sitting in the pews, I ran with her.
She stopped right outside of the church, breathless from her spontaneous sprint. The bouquet of white flowers in her hands was discarded on the steps of the church.
"I love you too, Robin." She ran to my motorcycle, my hand still in hers.
"Where should we go?" I asked.
"Anywhere but here," she replied. I handed her a helmet and helped her put it on, right over her veil. I climbed on and a second later, I could feel her arms around my waist and her head against my back. "Take me away, Robin."
Later that night, two figures could be seen leaving the city on a motorcycle; one in a black rental tux, the other in a lacey, white wedding dress.
"It should have been you, Robin. It should have been you."