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Chapter 1

Fighting evil was always a trying task, particularly when one member of the team refused to come with the others to the present site of destruction. An amateur criminal had stumbled into a medical lab and become infused with strange chemicals, much like the ones Beastboy and the villain Adonis had once encountered. He had then gone into town and tried to smash up a grocery store, of all places.

He had escaped them, this time, but Robin was certain that they would soon meet again.

They didn't know this new evil doer's name, but they'd learn it soon enough. It was easier to remember all the names of evil nowadays, since so many of them had fled or, in one way or another, been destroyed. People like the Brotherhood Of Evil - who, a couple of years ago, had caused them more problems than they could count - had been defeated for good about eight months ago. It had been a rather joyous occasion. In fact, the only evil doer that had remained a constant thorn in Robin's side was their old enemy Slade; he was still out there, lurking somewhere, and Robin knew that they'd meet again.

Maybe after they'd gotten rid of whatever new criminal they had encountered that day - the one that got away. After making sure all the innocent people were unharmed or in good care, they'd spent three hours tracking him before all traces had been lost and they had returned to the Tower in defeat.

The most annoying thing was that he might not have gotten away - had Raven been there.

Robin didn't understand what was going on with Raven.

For the past six weeks, she had been distant. She stayed in her room unless she was absolutely necessary to a mission, and even then she moved as if she was deep in thought, as if she truly didn't want to be there.

Raven had chosen to be a hero, to be a Titan. Why wouldn't she want to fight?

And it wasn't just that; she didn't seem to want to be with him any more, either. And that hurt.

Robin had been, since shortly after Trigon's defeat, Raven's lover. Well, it had been a long time before they had been technical lovers, since they had started sleeping together, but they had been dating. Robin had been only too pleased - more like euphoric with joy, if he was honest - to finally be able to tell Raven that he loved her.

At first she hadn't loved him, it had just been a crush. But over their months of dating, she had come to deeply care about him, and the day had inevitably come when she told him that she was in love with him. It had been about four months ago. After all the waiting for those words to be said, Robin had literally swept her off her feet and taken her on the most romantic evening that he could ever have thought of.

And that night, they had made love for the first time.

Since then, they had been steadily sleeping together - three or four times a week - and had even began talking about transforming a spare room in the Tower into 'their room'. Neither Robin nor Raven - the female in particular - was keen on the idea of giving up their separate rooms, but both agreed that it might be nice to have a room that was just for the two of them, where they could be together without feeling that they were invading the other's privacy.

And then, about six weeks ago, Raven had began to stop spending any time with him. He had asked her to go out with them for pizza, prayed she'd say yes, but she had said 'not today' and closed the door in his face.

In the six weeks that had followed, he had seen less and less of his girlfriend, and it was beginning to become more than a bit worrying. Either something was really wrong with her or he had found a way to upset her unknowingly. Robin just didn't know any more.

But he knew that he had to talk to her. All the times he tried, she shut the door and refused to come out, and barging straight into her room would just be rude and it would only antagonise her.

He had to speak with her, though. He loved her.

/

Two weeks of being none the wiser and then six of guarding her precious secret.

Raven was two months into her pregnancy, and so far she had no obvious signs. She could feel the magic inside her growing, however, and so she had a personal, constant reminder that she was with child. But nobody else knew.

Not even the baby's father.

How do I tell him? What is he going to say? Raven thought, pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead in irritation. She had no idea how Robin was going to react, and she didn't know how she could possibly tell him that he was going to be a father when he wasn't even in his twenties yet. Neither was she, in fairness, but then Raven had never expected to live so long in the first place, she had always thought that she would be fairly young when Trigon decided to end the world. And she had been right; the only difference being that she had triumphed and had been rewarded with the freedom to do whatever she liked with her life.

And now, two years later, that was gone again. And she didn't even mind.

Raven had no words or thoughts that could possibly explain it. She didn't even like kids. She wasn't a motherly person. Starfire was the one who would coo over a baby in the street; Raven herself would be too busy thinking about how annoying its cries were.

So why did she honestly not mind that there was a baby forming slowly inside her womb?

A baby that was the Boy Wonder's child, no less.

It was all so complicated.

/

For the first time in six weeks, all five Titans were sitting at the breakfast table, and it was marked as a happy occasion despite the normality of it. Raven had opted to join them at last, and her four unsuspecting team members couldn't be happier.

Beastboy was telling jokes that were supposed to make her laugh - they didn't. Cyborg was cooking and serving up the breakfast and Starfire was experimenting to see what marmite lathered bacon tasted like when mixed with waffles covered in Worcester sauce. Robin was talking quietly with Raven, a smile on his face. Under the table, out of the eyes of the others, his hand was holding onto hers - he was a little surprised that she clutched onto him so fiercely, eating with one hand so that she didn't have to let him go. It wasn't like her to be so clingy, she never was normally.

Not that Robin minded the contact. It was more than he'd had with her in almost six full weeks.

Once breakfast had been consumed, Cyborg and Beastboy raced to the couch to play video games, while Starfire dashed out the door, claiming that she was going to journey to the 'world of shopping', by which she meant the mall.

That left Robin and Raven free to go up to the roof and look out across the peaceful waters.

Stood watching the rolling waves of the water, Robin had one arm around Raven's shoulders, while the other crossed her stomach to wrap around her waist. He could feel her hand on his shoulder, the other at his elbow, and he rested his head against hers.

It was the most intimate the two had been in six weeks, with no explanation. Raven felt guilty for suddenly decided that she missed him more than she could handle, even more guilty for not telling him about her pregnancy, but she couldn't mess up the moment.

"So … haven't seen you out much lately. Raven, have you really been alright?"

Raven tensed a little, but she immediately calmed herself down - keeping her emotions in control had been a real challenge lately, thanks to her mood swings, but she had quickly learned how to keep them under control.

"I've needed some time to think."

"You can always talk to me about anything, Raven" Robin whispered, his hold on her tightening. "You know that?"

"I know" Raven murmured, wishing that it was true. She could - should - tell him about it, right here and right now … but she didn't want to.

And yet, it would be so much better for him to hear it from her mouth, and not to simply see her stomach expanding with no explanation. Robin was clever. He'd work it out. The only fair way to do it would be for her to actually tell him that she was expecting his child in about seven months.

But not yet. Not now, when they were having a moment for the first time in six weeks.

"Raven …"

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?" the Boy Wonder murmured softly. "I can see there's something going on with you, why won't you tell me what it is?"

"I …" Raven sighed. "Robin, there is something I should tell you. There is something I need to tell you. But …"

"But?"

"I can't. Not yet."

"What's so bad that you can't tell me now?"

"It's not bad" she snapped, instantly defensive, but she quickly calmed herself - damn mood swings.

"Rae …"

"Sorry" she whispered. "Robin, I'll tell you when I can. For now, let's just … sit."

Taking the hint, Robin lowered them both to the ground and then gently leaned forward to press his lips against Raven's. Out of instinct, Raven responded instantly - their first kiss in six weeks was better than she remembered. When she took the hint from Robin's mouth, she parted her lips to allow him to deepen the kiss - she was certain that this was the real reason they called him the Boy Wonder. No other boy could kiss as well as he could, not that she had any others to compare him to, but still, he had to have a talent.

When they parted, she rested her head against his chest and enjoyed the way his arms came around her automatically.

She would tell him.

She would tell him soon.

Tomorrow, she vowed in her mind. I will tell him tomorrow.

But that could wait twenty-four hours. For now, Raven just enjoyed the embrace she was receiving from Robin.

She couldn't help but focus on the hand that had fallen on her stomach, and she placed her hand atop his, smiling at the knowledge that they were touching the place where their child was growing inside her.

Robin stroked the soft material her leotard, unknowingly making the life within Raven get stronger from the touch of its father.

Raven noticed and she let her eyes drift shut, knowing that she could count this as a father-child bonding moment, even if one party was entirely unaware of the situation.

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