Another Conversation..about the concept of choice, a favorite topic of mine.
Disclaimer: no no and no.../sigh
"You think this is what I want?" she spoke fast and with a harshness caused by the breaking of her heart. "You think I don't have dreams I want to fulfill? I don't have a choice."
"There is always a choice Raven." He didn't dare turn from her for fear she would disappear and this conversation would never be finished. "You either choose to accept what is offered or you turn from it."
"I don't have a choice Robin," She insisted, clinging desperately to her anger and trying to shut out her hurt and fear. "My life has never been about my choices, it has always been about what is best for the world. This," She waved her hand to indicate the two of them. "This isn't best for anyone, only pain and despair could ever come from it."
"You are afraid." His statement was direct and nearly the last shot in his arsenal. "You are afraid to feel, that is why you hide behind your apathy. It isn't about control any longer, it is only about fear."
"I fear nothing." She dismissed him and turned away to stand at the edge of the roof, watching the sun set and feeling it set in her heart as well.
"You lie," He moved to stand beside her, watching her from the corner of his masked eyes, wondering what he could say to convince her. He knew that if he couldn't convince her he would lose a part of himself forever.
She whirled around to glare at him and winced at the sorrow that his gaze held, "Robin, think…use your mind and think. How could I make any other choice?"
"At least you accept that you have a choice." He replied a little sarcastically, a sad smile sliding off his lips almost before it had appeared.
"You're hurting me." It was the truth, but she said it more to make him back off and leave this alone than to try and explain her emotions.
"No, I'm not." He turned to fully face her once again, taking her shoulders in his gloved hands. "You are breaking my heart and yours right now, not me."
"If you had never brought this up…"
"It wouldn't have stayed buried beneath even your apathy forever Raven and it was still hurting us, ever before I started to say one word." He searched her eyes for some response, almost drowning in the hopelessness that radiated from them.
"Why not Star? Why not anyone else?" Her voice ached with the tears she stubbornly refused to let fall, but she didn't move away from him.
"I made a choice," He replied lifting a hand and gliding it over her hair until it came to rest on her cheek, without thinking Raven tilted her face into the warmth of his hand. "We chose you."
"We?" She asked gazing up at him, wondering how he had managed to break down the walls of her defenses so easily.
"My heart and my self." He smiled softly at her, this time the smile stayed on his face as he saw the last of her defenses crumble to his siege.
"This can't be real." She whispered.
"Then we'll live in this dream for as long as we can." He said just as softly leaning down he placed a feathered kiss upon her lips.