A/N: Hurricane Wilma's a-comin' so you guys get this one before I would normally have put it up. It didn't go through my normal rigorous editing and self-editing, so if you guys find some booboos, do let me know, k? About the story…yeah…um…not all Moments are momentous, I guess.

Special A/N: I always keep my promises! I set up the livejournal account just for my teen titans extraneous stuff that wouldn't make it enough to be an independent story or chapter. So far, I've got the scraps and deleted scenes and alternate scenes up from Tried and Tested as well as one snippet deleted scene from It Only Takes A Moment: Cups and a few random peices of stuff from inside my head, like songs that are inspiring me right now and stuff like that. You can find it here: www . livejournal . com / emsscraps (remove the spaces, please). If you've an account on livejournal you can add me to your friends and comment or something so I can add you back, but even if you aren't, I've left it so that guest users can comment on my stuff, so feel free, k?

It Only Takes A Moment
Part VIII: Puppies, Penguins, and Bunnies
By Emania

"What hath night to do with sleep?"
- John Milton

"What?"

Robin twitched just slightly at her voice breaking into his consciousness. It was the only thing that gave away the fact that he was at least a little bit surprised at her sudden question. "What was that?"

Raven didn't look away from the TV or even sit up. "You've been staring at me like I have a horn coming out of my forehead."

Robin frowned, "How do you know that?"

She sighed, "I can feel it…" she glanced at him as if he were just slightly daft, "Empath, remember?"

He nodded and smiled, "Ah, right."

"So?" she prompted, "What is it?"

"It's just…" he trailed off and she raised her eyebrows, prompting him to continue. Completely lacking in any other way of saying what he had to say, he went for the obvious; "you're wearing pjs."

She looked down at her legs, which were extended on top of the coffee table before them, as if she didn't actually remember what she was wearing and needed visual confirmation of his observation. The tiny penguins in winter scarves and hats scattered on the wintry background stared back at her innocently. She blinked a few times and just barely avoided smacking herself for having exited her room without remembering what pj pants she was wearing. (Or at the very least, grabbing a robe) She closed her eyes tightly, 'Please wake up, please wake up, please wake up, please wake up…'(1) she chanted mentally. When, upon opening her eyes, she realized she was still sitting where she had been and Robin was still waiting for her to say something, she sighed. 'Well,' she thought practically, 'there's no escaping it now…might as well play it like you meant to do it,' she told herself.

She turned back to him and managed to put a look of bored neutrality on her face, "Yes, so?"

Whatever he had been expecting her reaction to be, that was obviously not it because he looked surprised and unsure of what to answer. At her obvious expectation of an answer, and his lack of ability at providing one, he resorted to shrugging and staring back at the slightly muted television where Scooby Doo and Shaggy were making fools of themselves again as they ran pell mell through a haunted castle.

Realizing that he would not say any more on the subject, Raven followed his example and turned to stare at the television as well just in time to see Scooby jump into Shaggy's arms before they both bolted for the nearest door behind which the ghost would inevitably be hiding.

It occurred to her then that she was actually watching Scooby Doo cartoons. Any other moment her reaction might have been different; perhaps some indication of embarrassment, confusion, or maybe even disgust. Certainly her sarcasm and her trademark cynical wit would make itself known. But she recognized that there wasn't anything else that she particular wanted to watch and so any adverse reaction she might have shown seemed to have been neutralized into silent submission. It wasn't that she was interested in the show itself; after all, everyone knew the ghost wasn't really a ghost but some guy in a mask and that at the end he would be unmasked by 'those pesky kids' while Velma explained away the way he did it. But it wasn't about interest in the show at all…it was more about watching something that kept her vision entertained while requiring the least amount of mental effort as possible.

'There was nothing like Scooby Doo or Tom and Jerry when you were too tired to sleep,' Raven thought. Her body was exhausted and mentally, she didn't want to think anymore than necessary…gods knew she couldn't make any logical leaps on this night, but she couldn't close her eyes and allow herself to rest. Normally, she was rather good at being able to silence her mind enough to sleep whenever she needed to sleep. Occasionally, however, there were days such as these: days when no amount of meditation could keep her from reliving the day enough to rest and despite her eyes burning and her muscles aching, she was too mentally restless to enter even into her regenerative trance. Sleep, therefore, was (at least temporarily) out of the question. So, instead, she was trying to numb her mind into submission by watching badly animated and predictably plotted cartoons with a seventies soundtrack and a talking dog.

If she had been more awake, however, Raven might have realized that this was a habit she had picked up only recently. She might also have realized that it was one that she obviously shared with Robin since he had already been sitting on the couch with the television on when she had shuffled into the common room. She might have even wondered at what it might all mean. Since she was not awake enough for complex thought patterns and self-analysis, Raven neither thought nor did anything more than scoff in what might have been a chuckle when Scooby's tongue swiped at Shaggy's humungous gazillion scoop ice cream cone, leaving him with nothing.

She felt the weight of Robin's stare on her again and sighed. She still didn't bother to move from her very comfortable slouch on the couch, but did spare him a sideways glance. "You're doing it again," she pointed out.

He looked away immediately, but before she could even think to be glad about it, he was back to looking at her. She turned her head all the way to look at him, knowing without any other clues that he was going to give in to his desire to say whatever it was had been on his mind.

"It's just you've been wearing a lot of pjs lately…"

She blinked at him, waiting for the next part of whatever equation he had worked out in his mind that was drawing his attention. Under normal circumstances, there would probably have been one or two sarcastic remarks pertaining to the depth of his perceptive abilities, but since she was functioning under less than 3 hours sleep in the last 48, the only thing she did come up with was an astute, "And…?"

He was obviously fighting to use whatever logic was left in his just as tired brain in order to verbalize in a way she could understand what exactly was bothering him about her wearing pjs. (That was, of course, aside from the obvious fact that she was wearing pjs with little baby penguins on them. Which she had already decided would bring about his certain and untimely demise should he even think of commenting on in any way other than casually in passing.)

"I guess it's just that I had always thought you slept in your leotard," he tried. "But lately, you've been wearing a lot of pjs."

Deciding that his explanation was satisfactory and did not require any further thinking on her part, she turned back to the television. "I did," she admitted casually. "But I don't anymore…" she stopped herself and thought about what she had just said, realizing that it wasn't all of the truth. "Well, honestly, I didn't, then I did, and now, obviously, I've stopped."

She could almost hear the grinding of the gears in his head trying to work through her words to find the meaning in her less than coherent explanation and by the time she looked at him, he was frowning.

Apparently giving up trying to make sense of her words, he raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest, "You're asleep, aren't you?"

She smiled in that sleepy way that said she might have actually laughed if it didn't require so much effort, "In all probability, yes."

He nodded as if everything made perfect sense and turned back to the television. Before she could do likewise, however, he remembered what the initial conversation had been about and he turned back to her. "Wait…" he started.

She sighed, realizing that he would ask her for an explanation. "When I first came here, I did not wear my leotard to sleep, but we got so many late night calls that having to put on my leotard every time became a hassle and frankly, it cut into my response time quite a bit, so I took to sleeping with it on." He nodded that he was following her so far and so she continued. "Then, after the whole Puppet King fiasco when Starfire and I spent some time in each other's bodies, I complained about the length of her outfit and wondered at how she could fight crime and do what she does without fearing that she'd flash someone," Raven noticed the way he almost choked on his own saliva and seemed as if he wanted to forget that she had even vaguely mentioned something so inappropriate, but she ignored him and continued explaining, "and after some talking, ultimately she confessed to being surprisingly comfortable in my leotard and in the end, I told her that I would recommend wearing a leotard except to sleep…" she trailed off and took a deep breath as she realized that he didn't understand why she wouldn't recommend it to sleep in. "The spandex," she explained, "It is very uncomfortable material to sleep in and rather hot, in any case."

"Ah," he nodded in understanding. "Makes sense."

She nodded. "Anyway," she continued, "About a week later, according to Star, she was in the mall and was drawn to a display of pajamas by the cute pictures of bunnies on them and when the sales lady explained that they were to sleep in, Star bought them for me." She stopped and shrugged. "Obviously, she must have thought I slept in the leotard because I didn't have anything else to sleep in…or something of the sort." She looked at Robin and shrugged again, "What could I do?"

He nodded again, definitely understanding. "Just wear them," he answered.

She nodded. "So I wore them," Raven continued. "But after a while, Star realized that I wasn't wearing them and assumed it was because I got bored of them, so she bought me three new pairs," she raised the appropriate amount of fingers. "So I had to wear those too," she looked at him. "Funnily enough, this all coincided with a period of time when most of our fights were taking place during the day or at least not in the middle of the night, so I wasn't having to change into the leotard in the middle of the night in any sort of hurry and eventually…" she paused, wary of admitting the next part of the story.

"You grew to like it," Robin finished for her, smiling knowingly.

Raven's hands went to the material of the pants on her legs and she rubbed her knees for a moment, feeling the softness of it. "Well, they're really comfortable," she admitted defensively. She frowned at the penguins still staring cheerily at her and cocked her head as if to better view them. "They're not the best themed, granted, but…"

"How many do you have now?" Robin interrupted.

She thought about it and shrugged.

Robin didn't buy it for an instant. "Oh, come on…" he pressed.

"A few," she answered.

Robin was grinning lopsidedly at her again. "Well, let's see…that I've seen you wearing there are the bunny ones, these penguin ones, the witch ones, the ones with the little devils…"

"Those were Halloween themed from…"

"Uh-huh," he said unconcernedly. He continued relentlessly, "The dark blue satin ones," he ticked off on his fingers.

Raven stared at him as if he had grown another head. It was strange and slightly disconcerting that Robin could so easily mention the different pj sets she had worn in the last few days.

"Oh, and the ones with the Scottish terriers on them with the big red bows…" he continued to count.

'Granted,' she thought, he was known for his detective skills and his memory and perceptiveness were part of that, but for him to notice the Puppy Pjs as she called them? The puppy, penguin and bunny pjs were ones she avoided exiting her room with at all costs. (Except for when she was too sleepy to realize she was wearing them, of course) 'When,' she wondered, 'had he caught her wearing the puppy and bunny pjs?'

"And the ones with the butterflies on them and the purple plaid ones," he continued, stopping only momentarily between bursts as he thought, "Oh, and the other satin ones in the dark red, and the ones with that 'Foamy' squirrel on them and the ones with the Monopoly pieces all over them and the ones with the red lace along the bottom and around the neckline and…"

She cocked her head to the side. Had she really worn that many out of her bedroom? "Okay, okay," she interrupted before he could continue; "I've got a lot of them, over twenty, okay?"

"And how many did you buy?" he asked.

Raven narrowed her eyes at him, "Aren't you getting a little too nosy?"

Robin winced but managed to grin in that annoyingly confident way, regardless. "I was wondering when you'd pull on the breaks."

Raven turned back to the television screen, "Consider them pulled."

"I know Star bought you the ones with the bunnies…" he continued casually, also looking at the television, but obviously considering his options.

Raven was sorry to see he no longer looked as sleepy as he had before. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" she deadpanned.

"Without evidence to the contrary, I'm afraid I'm going to have to presume you bought the penguin ones since you like them so much…" he persisted.

"Your feeble attempt to goad me into responding is not going to work, Boy Blunder," she replied blankly staring at the television screen.

"Then how about if I just ask please?"

She did look at him then. "Why is so important for you to know?"

"Why is so important for you not to tell me?" he countered.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm way too tired to have a verbal-contradiction-sparring match with you tonight, Robin, although gods know we could go on for hours."

Robin was lightheaded enough with sleep that he considered making the inappropriate comment for more than his usual half a second. "It's more than just to see if I can make you tell me, Rae," he admitted.

She turned back to him and noticed his utter seriousness and knew with complete certainty that he was telling the truth. For some reason, beyond her immediate comprehension, it was important for him to know how many of these silly pajama sets she herself had purchased as opposed to those she was gifted with. Although she was incredibly curious as to what that reason might be, she trusted him enough to need no further explanation.

Raven shrugged and turned back to the television, "All the cutesy ones were bought for me by Star," she thought about it for a few moments, "I bought myself the satin ones, the jersey ones, the gray sweat pants, and the purple plaid flannel ones."

"Wow."

She didn't deign that with a reply. After all…what kind of reply could one offer for 'wow'?

They were silent for awhile, watching the television station announce a sale of bed linens at their local linen supermarket.

"I'm glad that you're feeling more comfortable around us, Rae."

Raven glanced at him, unable due to the suddenness of the words and her sleepiness to hide the shock from her expression, "Pardon?"

"That's why I wanted to know how many you had bought," he explained, shifting ever so slightly on the couch so that he could raise his own sweat pant clad legs onto the table next to hers and his arms loosely resting on his sides, his fingers right alongside hers, "Because it seems to me that if you feel comfortable enough to buy pajamas that means you're feeling less on guard around us," he glanced at her and smiled warmly, "and that makes me very happy."

She didn't know quite how to respond to that, so she resorted to the tried and true method of denial, "You sure do have a way of reading into things, don't you?" she asked monotonously. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the television. "They're just comfortable, that's all."

"And that's all?" Robin spoke two commercials later. "Just because they're that comfortable?"

Raven nodded, "They're rather addictive, actually," she admitted absently.

Robin smirked and looked back at the television, "And not to mention sexy as all get out."

She frowned, but it wasn't as serious as it usually was. "Do you have some strange desire to have to suck you meals through a straw, is that it?" she asked, although it wasn't as threatening as it usually was. He shook his head, but the grin was still firmly in place. "Then shut up," she mumbled as she turned back to the television.

Robin laughed and turned to her, "I don't know where all the hostility is coming from," he casually commented. She narrowed her eyes and he turned back to the television. "What's sexier than puppies, penguins and bunnies?"

She scoffed, although she was certain he couldn't make out what she said, so she said something else, "I'm sure you can think of something."

He nodded, "Oh, yeah…"

"I'm sorry I asked," she turned back to the television. "Men."

He chuckled. "Well, I'm not the one that gave you a pair of boxers and a practically sheer top with spaghetti straps holding it up as a Christmas Present, am I?" he pointed out.

She didn't deign that with an answer, resorting instead to scoff wordlessly.

He glanced at her. "Not that any of us would mind if you wore the outfit…" he continued offhandedly.

"What are you implying?" she asked monotonously.

"Just that it would be a nice change of pace to see you in something casual…"

"Not gonna happen," Raven answered dryly.

"Something that displays more of your…"

"Just stop right there…"

"Natural…"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you…"

"Why not?" he asked, the very picture of innocence.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "I don't like where that line of thought is taking you."

"It's not like you don't show more leg in…"

"If it wasn't because I know you're just trying to tease me, you would find yourself without a tongue right about now," she interrupted him again.

"It would just have you showing a little more…" he raised his hand in the general direction of his chest.

She looked at him so seriously he trailed off of what he was going to say and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to speak with a slight smile. "Thank you," she told him seriously.

"For what?" he asked.

"For reminding me exactly how much of a guy you really are…" she turned toward the television and reached for the remote between them, "Sometimes I forget that you're really not as mature as you otherwise seem." She pointed the remote control and raised the volume of the television, effectively dismissing him. "Letch," she mumbled.

He looked innocently at her, completely ignoring her not so subtle barb, "It's not so different from the pjs you're wearing now," he pointed out nonchalantly.

"Except that the boxer shorts ride up and practically show my ass cheeks," she retorted finally losing some of her calm.

He grinned stupidly at her, "Oh...yeah?" At her glare, he cleared his throat and fixed his face into neutral lines, "…is that so?"

She inhaled in order to regain her calm. "Shut up," she repeated.

"So does that mean you've tried them on?" he pressed, still grinning.

"Oh, look," she said with false brightness, "Another episode of Scooby Doo."

Robin chuckled at her attempt to change the subject and decided to let her. Deciding that any further pushing might just end with him maimed or worse, he re-focused on the television, "Yeah," he answered. "It's a marathon from midnight to 4 am."

She looked at the digital numbers of the clock reading three am and nodded, settling back into the warm cushions of the sofa. "So there's still another hour to go?"

"Yep," he confirmed.

"Nice."

Robin was silent for a few moments, then smiling, turned to her, "Yeah."

xx

Notes:

(1) Thiswas a comment that Jurodan suggested. I put it in nearly word for word, so he gets credit for coming up with it.

A/N: Okay, here I am again…asking y'alls advice. So, Jurodan brought up a valid point about the near end of this piece and although I find myself agreeing with him, I can't convince myself to change it. He said that Robin seemed a little too OOC near the end by hitting on her so overtly. First of all, there's a part of me that questions whether or not he really is 'hitting on her' at all. When I wrote it, it felt like he was just teasing her and he knew that this kind of conversation would make her uncomfortable, so that's what he was trying to do. Maybe subconsciously, he is hitting on her…((shrug)) dunno. But in any case, I agree as an editor and TT fan in general that whether it's hitting on her or teasing her, the end leans a little more than usual for me toward the OC-ness. But as the author, it just seemed like that was what had to be written. What do you guys think? If enough of you say that it bothered you and that it was too far OC for Robin to go, even though I tried to show that they were sleep deprived, then please review and let me know and I promise to work passed what Puck might think about the matter and try to change it or fix it, k?

P.S.: Any guesses as to how many of those pjs I own?

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Thanks: Thanks everyone for answering my question as to whether or not I should set up a separate lj account. I did! The addy's above in the a/n. So thanks again for answering that question and the other one too. I'm glad no one thought it was unbearably OOC or anything and I'm really really glad that everyone enjoyed the last chapter so much+grin+ Also, as always, a boat load of thanks go to Jurodan for editing this one.

Lolopixie: I did some research for this one, but mostly to tell the truth, I just remembered paintings and statues that I liked and used them. Thanks and I'm glad you didn't think Rob was OOC. +grin+

CompliKated: Thanks for reviewing, then! Since you don't normally review, and you reviewed for me, that is almost double the compliment, so thank you muchly!

LM22102: ((blush)) Thanks for all the compliments, really. I don't think I'm deserving of all of that, but thank you just the same. I love y'all too. +grin+

Tecna: Hey, girl! Haven't heard from you in awhile, huh? Sorry for making your brain hurt. I'm used to having too much info (some of it useless) so sometimes I don't realize…+silly grin+

Kitty: Thanks for answering. Why don't you like the livejournal idea? I've found that generally it's better than the deviantArt idea because you can't comment on someone's page on deviantArt unless you're a member. About Raven cooking, I think I redeemed her before The End episode…I had her cooking in Pasghetti, remember? But it might not be a bad idea to have him showing her how to cook…but I'm not altogether certain that Robin knows how to cook much better than Raven does…other than his breakfast foods like in the Beast Within ep. Thanks for the suggestion!

AuroraMikayla: You know, I think you're right. It does add depth and the lack of depth is probably why it seemed a little OOC to me when I re-read it. +DOUBLEgrin+ Thank you for noticing that and bringing it to my attention! I feel so much better now! You got a "Yes!" reaction when you saw I had updated? Really? Wow. +wipes tear of joy+ Thank you!

L'etranger: I think they have several copies of that one statute and they have it at the Met and the Louvre and at one or two other museums but I don't remember which ones right now. Now that you mention it, I'm certain they can move statutes if they can move temples…you're right. Thanks!

Spiderbob: That you can reason out why he's not OOC so eloquently helps me feel better about my decision. Thank you! I think you expressed it in logic what I felt in instinct. So, I'm very glad that my instinct was right, or at least palatable.

Princess 4 a day: I'll try to make future ones as good as the previous ones. +sweatdrop+

Lunabasketcase: Where is everywhere? I haven't updated in awhile before I posted that last chapter, so I'm just curious as to where you could see it? And y'know…normally, I do the same you do: not want to see/watch the things everyone is talking about, but with fiction and fanfiction specifically, I tend to want to read stuff that everyone likes just because there's so much stuff out there to read and not all of it is good so if more than a few people say they liked something, then I'll give that a chance before I give something else a chance. I, the author, think that these moments are eventually going to lead up to a kiss, but I'm not sure what Robin and Raven have to say about that. +sweatdrop+ And unless the kiss sort of sneaks up on me, the moment they kiss, it'll probably be the end of the vignettes.

PHAOE: Thank you. Glad to be back. Don't know how long it's going to last now that Wilma's on her way…

The Omakeer: YES! Thank you for noticing! Both that it was a date without being a date and especially that it was different because he was there for Raven. And of course, I couldn't help but make it so that Raven seemed a little oblivious to that fact. Maybe Robin's as oblivious to that fact as she is, huh? And maybe that's something to explore in a future vignette…+sly smile+

Chrystis: You know, you're one of a handful of people that realized that they were ever so slyly (maybe obliviously?) talking about going to France. Thanks for the encouragement!

Azn Sister 92: Thanks, miyuki. You're the second person I've responded to that's mentioned having caught the discussion of going to Paris! Now I'm thinking about expanding on that…Puck seems to like the idea…hmm…probably not for a Moments vignette, but maybe a spin off? Hm…

Pandora; LOL. Nothing like a hurricane to throw my creative butt in gear, eh? I understand exactly what you mean by never having thought you could imagine them in that scenario. To be frank, I wasn't certain that it would work as a vignette because I was worried it was too OOC for them, but I'm glad that you could imagine it ultimately. (I like that part of the dialogue too. Thanks.

Boongdaba: (I like your name, btw!) I'm planning on continuing this one for a few more chapters at least…I have a few of them written and I know what I want for some others, but I don't promise how often I'll update, but I will eventually update. I think I've only ever left one story without finishing and that was because of extenuating circumstances (principally, I lost interest in the fandom together with the fact that no one seemed to have any interest in the story.) So, no worries. It will be finished. Don't know why, though.