Sorry this took so long, school... and I don't know... I'm a little out of it lately.
Rose: Read and Review
Aqua Lad: Salem14 doesn't own the Titans.
Trent: What, no banter?
Me: Not today Trent. Not today.
Raven: I can take care of that.
Aqua Lad: Rae...
Raven: Stop listening to depressing songs and read!
Rose: Err Rae, you're not in this one...
Raven: Again?! I thought this was ROBIN AND RAVEN fan fiction
Me: I can put in really mushy stuff for the two of you, if you want...
Raven: uh... fine. I'm not in this one.
Rose: Read and review
Raven: But it won't be very good.

"DO NOT hurt her…. Please."

"Robin!" Her heart raced as her screech echoed through the deserted room.

It was her first night at the Wayne Manor, she was alone. It was 2:25 in the morning, surely Alfred was asleep and her brother was out helping the self proclaimed "Dark Night". She let out a sigh before sitting up, throwing the covers off of her sweat ridden body. Tomorrow, well this morning, would be school for the young girl, and her "bestest brother", was out fighting crime once again. The girl had never felt so alone.

"Robin…" She sighed.

The girl, grabbing her pillow rather quickly, fell to her back, releasing a muffled screech into the feathered pillow. Rose hated that pillow. She would toss and turn all night and be scolded for it the next day. Sitting up with a jolt; the girl through the pillow to the floor. Tonight was no exception, surely tomorrow Bruce would notice that yet another of his precious pillows had been tarnished. She hoped that they would let Richard handle her punishment, but Richard wasn't quite Richard anymore. He had changed in hopes of a family again; Rose was just an unwanted tag along. She knew it, Bruce knew it, and the entire city of Gotham knew it. She was not looking forward to another, "training session", in which Bruce would beat her senseless and "Robin" wouldn't be able to say anything. She hated Robin. She hated how her brother was so easily transformed into, into a monster. He had lost his compassion, and the very little that he had left was being stripped away and hidden from Bruce Wayne. Not that Alfred's belts were much better, the pain and marks were as severe, but they were much easier to hide, and it wasn't as if it were acceptable for a seven year old to wear make-up. Letting out a sigh, she snatched the pillow off of the floor and tossed it back onto the floor. She stood; the wood flooring was a paralyzing cold to the young girl's feet. She lifted her foot but placed it down upon the realization, she was alone, she couldn't sleep, and if she had to spend one more night in that incessant room she would release the motherboard of tantrums.

"Great… Just great…" She growled, throwing her robe over herself.

"School couldn't be worse, nothing could be worse than this." She paused, "Could it?"

She sighed and walked towards her closet, slowly opening it to reveal a red jump-suit and cape. A red and ocean blue shawl, worn from ashes and dust. The jump-suit had obvious fire damage; the sleeves and pants were cringed and had permanent ashes within the fabric. She knelt beneath the damaged suit, clutching a picture frame to her chest, her head fell.

"Mom, I just don't know… I don't know I love Rich… But…?" Her mumbles slurred together her sobs silently overcoming the tattered frame. "I just can't do this alone…"

She felt a strong hand grip her shoulder, her head tightened in its clutch against the frame and herself.

"Shh…" The voice cooed. "You don't have to."

She slowly looked up, spacing the sobs with each breath. Her eyes blood-shot, her cheeks a strong magenta, her voice nasal, she peered at her company, her brother.

"Richard?" She inquired, rubbing her irritated eyes with her plush sleeve.

The figure knelt down next to her and wrapped its' arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. He slowly patted her soaked hair and stifled a chuckle next to her ear as he held back his sobs he so longed to let free.

"You don't have to Rose." He assured her. "You don't have to." He hushed.

She subtly distanced herself from her brother, stifling her cries.

"Are… Are you sure?" She voice cracked as she was once again pulled into a tight embrace.

"Yeah Rose, I'm here…" He hushed. "I'll always be here." He smiled.

"I promise."

"He promised…" She muttered to herself, looking at her surroundings.

They had been for over two days, yet she's never cared to look at her surroundings. She had hoped that her brother-Robin would come for her by now; but he just wasn't as concerned anymore. She hadn't heard a word from him since she stormed out after their fight, she only had four days left and she had hoped that he would be there for her, if only for comfort, she wanted him there. She wanted, no she needed to know that he cared. She was currently sitting, leaning against an old cedar tree, Trent fallen in front of a tree diagonally adjacent to her. She pulled her satin bag over to her, wrapping the handle around her wrist. She let out a small smile before letting out a heart sigh and pulling herself into a standing position.

"It's now or never…" She mumbled, transforming into her wolf form and jetting off.

Trent had been getting the food and wood the past two days, she needed to do SOMETHING and she'd rather have that something be on her terms over his. As sweet as he was, he was still a complete and total pervert. With that thought, she ran to a brook and transformed back into her true form. She sat on a large rock at the edge of the brook. She clutched her knees and the bag, staring at the water. She couldn't shake their faces, their voices. She couldn't shake the fact that they had accepted her, welcomed her as one of their own. Granted, she was Robin's sister, and if they hadn't Robin was sure to make a scene. Yet, she had welcomed, she felt as if she were a part of a family once more, that she was meant to find the Titans. It was Richard, his life. She couldn't shake Garth's face, his generosity, his good deeds for the pair he had just met, with no, well almost no, ulterior motives. They had agreed to take them in, not knowing anything about them. They were just trusted and welcomed. Perhaps leaving was a bad idea. Though, if her powers took over, she was sure to only bring destruction to them. She tucked her head between her bent knees and let out a sigh. She couldn't think that way; she couldn't think that way with the boy at the theater; she couldn't think like that all; she'd risk it all. If her emotions were to be riled up at this point, the destruction would only be greater. Still, she wanted them. She wanted comfort; she needed something, someone. Trent was there, but he only nodded and agreed with her, he was never quite a shoulder to cry on. He was a rock, but he was edgy, painful, she couldn't cry around him. He was too strong; he felt too strongly for her to see her struggle. She felt a presence behind her.

"Do… Do you want company?"

Cliffhanger, sort of... Sorry. Guess you'll have to wait till next time.
Raven: What's gotten into her? So depressing...
Rose: Says the resident "Ice Queen".
Aqua Lad: Ladies please.
Robin: You're not getting either of them.
Trent: Yeah. Take that fish boy. Rose is mine.
Robin: No, Rose is in no position for this, and Raven is mine.
Rose: What do you mean I'm in no position?! You let me leave?! Like THREE times... jerk...