AN- I had it ready for a while now, but FF wouldn't let me upload. Enjoy!

Battle Scars

Chapter 11: Recovery

Robin looked up from his hands when Starfire and Beast Boy walked into the control room. He watched their faces expectantly.

"The Scarecrow has been taken into the custody of the police," Starfire said. "They said that he will be transferred to Arkham."

"Good job, guys." Robin nodded at them, and got up from the couch.

"Where's Raven?" Beast Boy asked.

"Cy's with her in the Med Bay." Robin walked towards the kitchen, opening one of the cupboards and blankly studying the contents. His hands were shaking, and for once Beast Boy noticed.

"Is she hurt?"

"Not really, no- well, not physically. Just, well… she's really afraid of me." Robin looked down at the counter, and his hands clenched to white fists. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and his tensed muscles relaxed.

"Raven will be healed, do not worry." Star's voice was strong, and Robin smiled.

"Thanks Star. Thanks." He sounded a little bit better, and her spirits rose.

Meanwhile, in the Med Bay, Cyborg was carefully helping Raven sit up. She was impatient with him, insisting that she could do it on her own.

"Rae, you have to take it easy."

She shrugged her shoulders a little bit, accepting the glass of water that Cyborg gave her. She looked down at her hands for a moment, and saw Cyborg move towards the cabinets in her peripheral vision.

He walked back towards her and she started to protest. "I'm fine, I don't need that. I feel fine." Cyborg rolled his eyes.

"Just accept it. You know you need it, you've seen your injuries. You're hurt. Why can't you ever accept that?" His hands were on his hips, the syringe still clutched in his hand. She swallowed and turned away.

"Okay, just do it quickly."

Cyborg obliged, pushing the needle into the muscle of her arm. She hissed quietly, and Cyborg retracted the needle, pressing gauze to her cut.

"Sorry."

She leaned back. "It's okay. But that wasn't morphine, was it? Not aspirin either. Otherwise you normally use the IV." Her tone was relaxed, but suspicious.

"Just relax, Raven. It's going to help you."

She didn't respond. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried her best to focus. Her emotions had to be going crazy, but the fact that she wasn't instantly aware of it was a bit frightening. She had almost reached the balance needed for meditation when a loud slam roused her.

Opening her eyes, Raven recoiled. Robin stood awkwardly in the doorway, and Cyborg was gone. Raven hadn't noticed him leave.

Robin cautiously walked towards her. "Look, Raven-," he reached out his hand.

"N-no." She shivered and turned away, her heart pounding. "Please go… I can't control this." She closed her eyes again, only to be greeted by a suffocating headache. When she opened them again, she was horrified to see Robin's mask right in front of her face.

"No!" she cried.

He grunted in annoyance and grabbed her arms, pinning them over her head. "Listen to me." His breath was hot, and tears ran down her face as she squirmed away from his grasp. His hold tightened, and she cried out.

"Let go of me, stop it! Stop it!" she cried out shrilly.

"Listen to me. Just fucking listen to me." He gripped her wrists even tighter, but her squirming continued. "I am so fucking sick of you acting like this. Just let it happen." He kissed her roughly, and she opened her mouth and screamed, her body thrashing beneath him. He grinned and moved one hand down to her waist, pulling her in closer.

He was broken from the lust when a thick arm propelled him into the wall. Robin looked blearily at the teen towering above him.

Oh shit.

Cyborg grabbed a fistful of Robin's shirt and lifted him into the air. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you spiky haired bastard?" Robin had never seen such anger in his friend's eyes.

"I-I-," Robin's pupils dilated, his eyes now wide and confused, "I don't know." Cyborg scoffed and dropped his leader to the ground, going to the side of his crying female friend. He tried to hug her, but she protested so loudly that he stepped away.

"Raven, please…," Robin was on his feet now, trying to walk towards her. "Please, I don't know what came over me, please. I don't- I didn't mean to."

"Go man, just go. We'll talk about this later."

"But Cy-,"

"No. Just, please, go. You've already done enough."

Robin turned to leave. He saw Cyborg turn back to Raven and speak to her gently. As soon as he was in the hallway, Robin's heart started racing and he ran to his room, collapsing onto the carpet with his head in his hands.

What is happening to me?

As hard as Cyborg tried, Raven wouldn't speak. He couldn't blame her; he could only blame Robin. He had to put her on a sedative just so she wouldn't go crazy; the gas was still weighing down on her central nervous system to the point where her blood pressure was dangerously high.

He ran a gentle finger down her cheek in an attempt to wipe away the tears. He still didn't understand much about the gas and Raven's current state of mind. All he knew was that Robin was completely out of his mind. It wasn't even the first time he had seen him forcing himself on her…what was happening? Anyway, didn't Robin like Starfire? Why was Robin fucking with Raven's head?

It just didn't make any sense.

Robin was surprised to hear a knock on his door late that night. He went to go open it, but stopped when he saw a white slip of paper slide under the doorframe onto his carpet. He picked it up gently; he could tell that the script was Raven's.

The Scarecrow: I think he had another trick, Robin. I think… I think that you are acting more and more like Slade, and you're acting on rage and hate and everything else that you are feeling. And it's not your fault. I've seen your mind, and I think becoming Slade is what you fear the most. Your greatest fear. Just think about it. I wish I could talk to you, but it isn't a good idea. Not now. I'll fix all of this, I promise.

He frowned and read it a second time. In all honesty, Raven's theory made a lot of sense. But maybe they were both trying to find an excuse for his behavior and they were just imagining everything. He hoped that it wasn't the case. He really didn't want to hurt her any more.

She had to be so scared right now. Even if it had been under circumstances where her health was perfect and she wasn't so deathly afraid of him, he knew that what he had done- would I have raped her if Cyborg hadn't come in? - was unforgivable.

And he had never wanted to speak to her more.

He wanted her to come crying into his room, letting him put his arm around her. Ironically, he wanted to comfort her in the very moment when it would hurt her the most. And then Robin realized how much he really missed his friend.