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Chapter Twenty-Five – Secrets and Mysteries

Raven opened her eyes, suddenly noticing she was no longer in the spare room. Above her head was an upside down red logo with yellow font. SS. She felt fear pinch her body as she knew that she wasn't safely in Garfield's arms anymore. She twisted and turned trying to look at the scene before her.

The same people stared down at her, holding her in place. The Omega. A gorilla. A cheater. A stroke of death. Tomorrow. A massacre.

She looked at all of their faces in turn, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Their faces were unmoving before her. She felt the force of their powers holding her down. The logo. SS. No, that wasn't right. There were extra letters. She squinted and looked hard at its blurry shape. SS...OSV. Gasping at the realisation she had missed letters, she turned to look for her friends.

Lying beside her were the broken, bruised, bloodied bodies of her comrades. Their faces contorted in the pain of their last dying moments. Raven scanned across them, tears shining in her lilac orbs. Robin. Cyborg. Starfire. Beast Boy. She screamed in anguish as she saw the last body in the row and tried desperately to reach out towards him.

"You cannot reach him, he is already dead," echoed an eerie voice in her mind, despite the fact that none of the figure's lips moved. "This is how it ends. This is how they die."

Raven felt her powers surging inside her, desperate to get out. The sight of her love lying dead before her was sending her mad with grief. She writhed, twisted, turned, kicked, fought and screamed at the top of her voice.

"LET ME GO," she shouted, loudly. She bucked and fought with all her might, her demonic side in full force. Four red eyes burst from her face. "LET ME GO. LET ME GO. LET ME GO!"

With a final burst of energy, she broke through and suddenly shot up in the air, free from their unholy grasp.

Garfield's eyes flickered open in the half-light. His emerald orbs adjusted easily; his animal senses kicking in almost immediately. The young woman in his arms was twitching violently in her sleep and throwing her head from side to side.

"Rae?" he questioned, quietly. He eased himself out from underneath her and swivelled so he could look at her properly. Her face was contorted in fear and concentration. He felt his own worry surging within him. "Wake up!"

No response. She continued to twist around, her arms flailing either side of her. He gently touched her shoulder, giving it a shake. "Wake up, Raven."

She continued to turn, this time trying to wrestle herself away from his grasp. She was mumbling to herself inaudibly. The bed started to rattle. Beast Boy looked around fearfully as the whole room started to shake, encased in the familiar black energy. The bedside table toppled over, and the lamp smashed on the floor. Raven's twisting and turning became more violent in the bed, as the rattling got louder. Garfield was thankful that Bee's old room was at the farthest end of the tower.

"Let me go!" came her voice sounding demonic and gravelly, causing the changeling to twist round and look at her. With a sudden gasp, Raven sat bolt upright in the bed. She looked around the room in panic, her eyes not fully adjusted to the darkness. Beast Boy gripped her shoulders firmly and spoke to her in a gentle tone.

"It's okay, Rae. It was just a bad dream," he stated, rubbing her arms soothingly. He could feel that she was lightly damp with sweat, and her breathing was ragged and sharp. Her heartbeat was astronomical. "Calm down, deep breaths in and out."

The empath began to take deep breaths, adjusting to her environment. She suddenly twisted towards him, her face illuminated eerily by the moonlight. Recognition flickered across her face. "G-garfield?"

"I'm here," reassured the green shapeshifter, still gently rubbing her arms. "It was a nightmare, that's all."

In response to his words, Raven did something which surprised even her. She promptly burst into tears. They flowed and flowed from her eyes, and she feared for a moment that they would not stop. She couldn't bear it. Seeing them all lying there like that again. It was like someone or something was trying to torture her. To tease her mind. She sobbed, her breaths hiccupping between gulps. The changeling looked at her with some concern. Things in the room were lifting and dropping down successively, encased in a dark aura.

"What happened?" he asked her quietly, trying to remain as calm as he could. He'd never seen Raven like this before. Wait a moment. Yes, he had. Earlier today. His mind clicked. "Rae, did you have the vision again? The one where I was dead?"

Raven sniffed, rubbing her eyes with her hand and nodded numbly. She couldn't speak. She couldn't believe that it had happened again. She noticed a dark substance leaking onto her fingers. Blood. Her nose was bleeding again.

"Oh no," she whimpered, weakly. The young man looked down and saw the blood on her face. He stood up and carefully went to switch the light on, as the lamp was shattered beyond repair. He surveyed the damage around the room as he walked back to the bed; it wasn't as bad as he had initially imagined. He gently touched her face, lifting it to see if there were any cuts or bruises. Nothing. The blood was seeping from her nose. It must have been a reaction to the power it took experiencing the vision. He reached out and grabbed a tissue from the box on the side and handed it to her. Raven took it gratefully and wiped the blood away from her face and hand. She sniffed, feeling a little self-conscious and shaken.

They both sat there in silence. Garfield wasn't sure what to say and do for the best. She stared down at her hands, trying to hold onto the extra pieces she had noticed from the vision before they vanished. She looked at the changeling before she spoke firmly, her voice monotone and cold.

"SSOSV," she stated, spelling out the acronym. "I don't know what it stands for, but I was wrong the first time. It's not SS, there was an OSV that followed on the logo."

"What the heck is SSOSV?" asked Beast Boy, tilting his head to one side in thought. "I've never heard of it."

"Me neither," admitted the Azarathian, rubbing her temples. "But it has to be important. Don't let me forget it, okay?"

"Okay," nodded the changeling, trying to commit the letters to memory. "SSOSV. Got it."

"Maybe it will help us work out what I'm being shown. I can't let this happen to the team. I won't let it happen to you," she sniffed firmly, noticing the tears threatening to make their way out of her lilac eyes again. She gripped Garfield's top, pulling him close to her. "I can't lose you, Gar."

"Hey, it's going to be okay," he reassured, wrapping his arms around her. Truthfully, he wasn't a hundred percent certain as to how they would figure it out...yet. "We'll work it out in the morning. You need to rest, Rae. You're going to be exhausted tomorrow."

"I don't want to go back to sleep," sighed the Azarathian, glumly. She pushed herself away from his grasp, slowly. "I don't want any more of these visions."

She looked at the young man imploringly. He looked back at her, still unsure as to what to suggest. He sighed. "Look, I'm right here. You know that no one can break into this room. Between my hearing and smell, and your powerful senses there is nothing that could sneak up on us."

Raven considered his answer, her head cocked to one side. She looked around the room at the damage her powers had wreaked in her moment of panic. "I suppose you're right."

"I'm not going to leave you, I'll be right here when you wake up. If you need me you can just shout," he added, smiling widely as his fang protruded. He walked over and flipped the light off before lying back down in the bed and getting himself comfortable. "Let's try this again, okay?"

The empath nodded, settling back down. She felt uncomfortable that he'd had to witness her having an episode like that. "I'm sorry, Gar."

"For what?" asked the changeling, sleepily.

"For waking you up, crying on you, bleeding on you, destroying the room. Pick one."

Garfield laughed, lightly. "I'm pretty sure that all of those won't be the worst thing you do to me during our relationship."

That word. Relationship. It made her stomach twist in fear and her heart soar in the same beat. Why was she always so conflicted? She felt her voice catch in her throat. "R-relationship?"

"That's what this is, Rae. A relationship," said Beast Boy, a little confidence tinging his voice. He fell silent for a few moments and they both lay there contemplating his words. He spoke again, his voice loud in the quiet room. "Does that frighten you?"

"A little," admitted the Azarathian, giving him a little squeeze. She bit her lip, lightly. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Me neither," conceded the changeling, quietly. "I guess we're learning as we go along. But you're the smartest person I know. You'll figure it out in no time."

Raven laughed and wiped some of the dried tears away from her cheeks. "I may be the smartest, but you're definitely the funniest."

"You mean that?" stated the young man, some pride in his voice. Raven rolled her eyes at his smugness but couldn't keep the smile from her lips.

"Yes," she declared, simply. "When you're not telling corny jokes, you're actually pretty amusing."

"Huh," replied Beast Boy, deep in thought for a few moments. "All this time I've been trying to be funny and instead it's all natural, baby."

"No baby here, thank you," replied the empath, dryly. "Rae is acceptable, but no pet names."

"Rae is kinda a pet name, though, isn't it?"

"Yes. But I don't mind it so much. Just don't be calling me sweetie-pie."

"Nor cutie-pants, I bet," chuckled Garfield, playing along.

"Nope. Not even sugar-honey-lemon-drop," added Raven, now grinning wryly.

"How about light of my life?"

Raven snorted. "I've never been described as 'light' and you know it."

"Mamasita?"

"No chance. Rae is fine. You don't mind me calling you Garfield, right?" asked the empath, raising her eyebrow. She realised that made rather an assumption in calling him by his real name without checking it out. It had just seemed natural somehow.

"No, it's actually quite nice," conceded Beast Boy, smiling in the darkness. "It reminds me of when I was young. Back before I...became Beast Boy."

"Well, I think Gar is an endearing name. I bet you were a really adorable child," replied Raven, visualising a young Garfield Logan tottering about. Images from the other world flickered into her head suddenly. She let curiosity get the better of her. "Out of interest, did you have blonde hair and freckles as a kid?"

"Yeah, how did you know that?" asked the changeling, letting out a small laugh. Raven shrugged in his arms.

"Just an inkling I had," she replied, smiling. They were both quiet after that, as the atmosphere felt more relaxed. Slowly they drifted back into sleep, trying to forget the fears that the room had held only a few moments before.

The sun shone across the tower, illuminating the bay with the promise of a new day. Garfield woke naturally, his eyes adjusting to the bright morning light that was filling the little room. Broken glass and toppled furniture brought forward the memories of Raven's vision. He looked over warily at the destruction and then across at the young woman. She had rolled over so that she was facing away from the light, her violet locks spilling out over the white pillowcase. Beast Boy smiled, pleased that she had been able to feel safe enough to get some rest after her difficult episode. He set about quietly tidying up the mess as carefully as he could. There was no easy way to do it without using a dustpan, but he did the best he could. He didn't want the empath stepping out and injuring herself. He tipped the furniture back over so that it was the correct way up and straightened it, quietly.

Smiling at his handiwork, he turned back to the bed to see the violet haired woman watching him with bright eyes, still lying down but facing his direction. She smiled at him. "Good morning, Cinderella."

He felt a little embarrassed at getting caught and grinned toothily. "Morning. How did you sleep?"

Raven yawned and stretched as she sat up in the bed. "Actually, not too bad all things considered. Thank you for clearing up my mess."

"Anytime," smiled the young man, standing up to his full height. His eyes looked out over the bay at the twinkling waters. "I guess I should head back to my room before anyone suspects anything."

Raven nodded, her face deadpan. He turned back to face her. Her eyes held a small sadness, he noticed. He walked towards her and cupped her chin in his hand gently.

"I'll see you in a bit," he stated, bending to land a light peck on her lips. He straightened up and let her go, as her eyes flickered back open. "Don't forget...SSOSV."

She gave a small smile, a look of amazement in her eyes. "You remembered."

He nodded and returned her smile. Without another word he shifted to a tiny green mouse and scuttled out of the room. Raven touched her fingers to her lips, a silly smile still on her face. How was it that he was still able to surprise her after all these years? Swinging her feet out of the bed, she decided to shower and get ready for the day. Somehow, she had a feeling it was going to be a long one.

The empath entered ops, her long cloak billowing behind her. Her footsteps echoed in the empty room. No one else was around, again. This was becoming an abnormal trend that she didn't like. Raven knew she wasn't the most sociable person in the world, but background noise gave her a strange kind of comfort after all of these years living with her friends. Sighing, she wandered over to make her obligatory cup of tea. She hadn't taken any time to meditate this morning, but she wanted to keep her thoughts somehow raw, to enable her to focus on what she could remember from the vision. She took her steaming mug and sat on one of the stools, tucking her feet up beneath her. She focused as hard as she could, her mind bringing back memories in snippets and flashes.

The doors swished open and in walked the cybernetic man. Raven smiled to greet him, as he wandered in with a happy smile on his face. She eyed him curiously. "Good morning, Cyborg?"

She posed it as a question, but the intonation was barely noticeable. It could have been taken as a simple statement to the untuned ear. Fortunately for Raven, Cyborg had lived with her long enough to pick up on her little nuances with ease.

"Yes, it is, little lady," he smiled, rattling pots and pans out of the cupboard. "The sun is shinin', the birds are singin' and my favourite bird of all is right here keepin' me company."

"Witty," remarked Raven, sipping her tea. She tilted her head to one side. "I'm pleased to see you too. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feelin' hungry," responded her metal friend, getting various items out of the fridge to cook. "That pasta seems like a long time ago."

Raven noted his deflection and stayed with it. She encircled her hands around the warm mug. Time to try another tactic. "It was kind of you to cook after your long trip."

"Ah, it's no problem," smiled the cybernetic man, emerging from the fridge and kicking the door closed. He placed his items down ready to cook. "I'm always happy to feed my little family."

"Your little family is most grateful," replied the empath, somewhat sarcastically. She met his eyes and they both smiled. "We're also grateful you got back in one piece. It sounds like the Titans East were in full force."

"Oh yeah, you know what they're like," answered Cy, heating up the pans and putting some food into them. It began to sizzle. "Once you're there you just can't get away."

"How are they all doing? Did they manage okay without Bee?"

"Oh yeah," nodded her friend, a little quieter. "I think they were fine. They had some help from Jinx and Kid Flash."

He paused, as the food cooked. He pushed it around with a spatula. Raven stayed with the silence, waiting to see where he would go with their conversation. "They're all the same, to answer your earlier question. Speedy is just as arrogant, Mas y Menos are just as crazy and the pretty boy still smells like fish."

"I never noticed," laughed Raven, taking another sip of her tea. "But I'll take your word for it."

"You and Star never noticed because you're always too busy batting your eyes at him like this," laughed the cybernetic man, imitating the girls going goo-goo eyed. Raven shot him a little glare.

"That was a long time ago," she snapped, dryly. "Pretty boys like Garth are so yesterday's news."

"If you say so," grinned Cy, staring at the cooker and not meeting her eye. He glanced at her cheekily. "Maybe your interests are invested elsewhere these days anyway."

Raven felt her face heating under her hood. She swallowed and kept her voice level. "I don't know what you mean."

"No, of course you don't," teased Cy, flipping his eggs around and grabbing a plate from the cupboard. "Hey, girl. I'm only messin'."

Raven didn't take him up on his comment, but instead tried to slow her heartrate down as the metal man sat opposite her with his food. "I'll let it go this once. I was more concerned about you, anyway."

Cyborg was shovelling forkfuls into his mouth, seemingly oblivious to her comments. "Hmmph?"

"Cy, look. It isn't my place to pry but we were all surprised to see how cheerful you were yesterday considering...well. You know," began Raven, uncertainly. She took another sip of her tea. "We care about you, that's all."

Cyborg swallowed his breakfast and reached his hand out towards her gently. "I'm fine. Honestly. I thought about what you said, and we had a chat is all. I'm not sure I wanna say more than that right now. You know?"

"Understood," smiled Raven, patting his hand gently. "I'm glad you're alright. I won't probe you any further. But thanks for being honest with me."

"Thanks Rae," smiled Cy, quietly. He picked up his dishes and dumped them into the sink. The rate at which he ate terrified the empath beyond reason. He continued, obliviously. "So how you feelin' anyways? That vision knocked you about yesterday."

"Oh, um. Better, I suppose," responded the Azarathian, her mind flickering to the previous evening's events. "I'm a little shaken but it's nothing I can't handle."

"It's nothin' you'll have to handle alone. Did you and birdy make up?"

"Yeah, he apologised," nodded Raven, affirmatively. She drank her tea, finishing the dregs of the mug. "And so did I."

"Y'all are far too similar, that's the problem," laughed Cyborg, running the hot water. "You care too damn much about everyone else."

Raven smiled. It was true that they had certain similarities. That would inevitably cause clashes, she mused. Cy was whistling as he cleared up. In the spirit of the past 24 hours, she decided to stay with honesty. "Cy, in truth I need to talk to you all about this vision. I had another one last night and it's clarified a few things. We need to explore that and to work out a plan."

Cyborg inhaled sharply at her admission, looking at her with some concern. "Rae, are you-?"

"I'm fine," interrupted the empath, reassuringly. She pulled her hood down as if to prove the fact. "It's not a pleasant experience to see you all like that. But Robin's right. We have to try everything we can to stop it from happening."

"I hear ya," nodded Cy, still looking a little concerned. His face softened. "Hey, thanks for bein' honest with me. You're doin' a lot of that lately, huh?"

"Maybe. I'm trying something new," conceded the young woman, her lilac eyes shining. "I think after all this time...after Trigon...after everything...well, I owe you all a little honesty. I owe you all my trust."

"You owe us nothin'," replied the cybernetic man, drying his hands and sitting opposite her. He paused. "But, like I said yesterday, it suits you."

Raven smiled, her eyes full of sarcasm. "Don't get too comfortable. This doesn't mean I'll be sharing all my deepest, darkest secrets with you."

Cyborg laughed and held up his hands. "I'm not sure I'd want to know. Mystical creatures, magic from Azarath...maybe even secret lovers? Count me out."

Raven knew that Cy was joking around with her, but she felt the panic rising in her throat. Why did he keep saying all these strange things? He couldn't know...could he? That was a coincidence, right? She stumbled a little in her body language, colour rising to her cheeks.

The metal man's eyes rested on her, his eyebrow quirked. "You okay?"

"Yes! Yes, why wouldn't I be? I mean...everything's fine!" stammered the empath, clumsily.

"Raven..."

"What?"

"You're literally beet red. Come on, what's going on?" replied Cyborg, flashing her a strange look.

"I don't blush!" growled Raven, pulling her hood up. Her lilac eyes glared out at him angrily. "What could I possibly have to blush about?"

"I dunno," shrugged Cy, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. He leaned forward conspiratorially, glee written all over his face. "Maybe I was too close to the mark with the secret lover comment?"

"Listen, you—" hissed Raven, fire in her eyes. Her hand had raised to point at him angrily. Before she had chance to finish her sentence, Robin and Starfire entered ops. They looked over at the fuming empath, and almost took a step back in unison.

"Uh-oh," stated Robin, half joking. "Starting to wind Raven up a little early, aren't we Cy?"

"He wasn't...I mean—we were just..." began Raven, unable to find her words easily. She felt wobbled, shaken. The mug in her hand cracked with black energy and crumbled to pieces. She glared at it, her heart pounding.

"I'm just messin' with her. We're all good, right Raven?" responded Cy, saving her from further embarrassment. She looked at him gratefully and nodded, despite her ire. He gave her a conciliatory look then turned back to Robin. "So, what's up?"

"We're going to get everyone together for a meeting about Raven's vision," replied Robin, commandingly. The other two Titans nodded. "Beast Boy not around?"

"I dunno. Do you know, Raven?" asked Cy, innocently. His eyes held something that made her anger rise again. She took a deep breath.

"How should I know?" she shot back, her voice sizzling. Cyborg looked amused at her anger. Robin shrugged.

"No big deal, guys. I'll go get him," replied the boy wonder, nonchalantly. "You know how he is, he always sleeps late."

"Cool. I'll go grab my computer and some other bits for the meeting then," responded Cy, jumping to his feet and walking towards the door to ops. It swished shut after them. Starfire floated closer to her friend, looking a bit nervous.

"You are okay?"

Raven could almost feel steam coming out of her ears, she felt so frustrated. This was why she didn't want the others to know. She didn't want attention. She knew they wouldn't understand, that they would make fun. It was all a big joke to them. They could only see the goth girl and the green joker, not the two mature adults they had become. She sighed, knowing that Starfire wasn't within that category. The Tameranean had a better grasp on the situation than most. She brushed the white ceramic pieces into her hand then walked over to the bin.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to answer the princess civilly. "Sure, Star. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Cyborg, he was doing the teasing," stated Star, shrugging. "Pushing the buttons."

"Yes, he was definitely doing that," replied Raven, sighing. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she closed the bin with her foot. "You didn't say anything, did you?"

"Absolutely not!" exclaimed Star, looking a little hurt. Her face softened as she recalled the empath's trust issues. "Friend, what he knows is through other means, if at all. He may have just been trying to...what is the phrase? Do the pulling of the chain?"

"Close enough," sighed Raven, again. She folded her arms and leant on the side, staring down at the floor hard. Star still hovered near her, looking inquisitively at her.

"You are...okay?"

"You already asked that," stated Raven coldly, knowing why her friend was lingering. She flicked her lilac eyes up towards her alien friend. "I know what you're asking Star. Yes, we spoke and yes, we're trying out...whatever this thing is. No, I don't want to talk about it. Especially to the boys."

Starfire tried to keep her emotions under control, but Raven could sense the spike in her excitement and she couldn't help but relax her emotionless attitude for a moment. Her arms unfolded as she looked at her best friend, with a knowing smile. "You're happy."

"I am," conceded Star, allowing herself to smile widely. She spun around in the air brightly, her hands wrapped together. "I think you have made the right choice. You will see. It is joyous to be in love."

"Yeah," remarked Raven, her eyes fixed on the floor. That silly smile was back on her face. "It is."

Cyborg caught pace with Robin outside of ops before he had gone too far. "Hey, Rob!"

"Cy?" questioned their leader, turning to face him. "Everything cool?"

"Yeah, for sure. I just wanted to speak to you for a moment, before the meeting," explained the metal man, quickly. Robin looked at him for a moment then nodded.

"Sure," he stated, plainly. Cy smiled and pointed towards his room.

"Walk and talk?"

"You got it," responded the boy wonder, as they started to pace towards the cybernetic man's quarters. "So, what's going on?"

"I just wanted to start by sayin' that I'm glad to hear that things are sorted between you and Raven," began Cy, his dark eyes flashing. Robin looked over to meet them and gave a small smile. The metal man returned the smile then shrugged. "She seemed to be glad that you guys were tight again. I was sayin' to her, the trouble is y'all are too similar."

"Yeah, yeah. Birds of a feather and all that," replied Robin, flippantly. His expression softened slightly. "I guess I'm glad things are okay too. I wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary rifts in the team."

"Understandably," nodded the metal man, as he opened the door to his room. The two walked inside and the door swished shut. "Besides, y'all are going to need to be tight to weather the Raven storm that is comin' our way."

Robin looked a little confused by his companion's comment and raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean 'Raven storm'? As in a storm caused by Raven?"

"Oh yeah," smiled Cy, reaching around his desk to grab his laptop and some other gear. "Big time."

Robin narrowed his eyes; his mind flicking quickly to try and work out what the cybernetic man was getting at. "You know something. Spill."

"Hey, you're the detective here," laughed Cyborg, placing his items down on the table momentarily and folding his arms. He leaned back on his desk and raised an eyebrow. "But if my sleuthin' skills are to be trusted, I think that 'the day' has finally arrived."

"The day?" questioned Robin, still completely clueless. He felt frustration creeping over him. "What are you driving at Cyborg?"

"The day that we've all anticipated for years," grinned the cybernetic man, trying to get the boy wonder's mind to snap to his line of conversation. It wasn't getting through; he needed to be more blatant. "I think they've finally realised how they feel about each other."

Click. Cyborg could see the penny dropping in Robin's head. His masked eyes widened as he finally cottoned on to what his friend meant. "What did she tell you?"

"Nothin'," shrugged Cy, nonchalantly. He gave a little grin. "It's what she didn't say that told me everything I need to know."

Robin looked confused again. Cy grabbed his shoulder with a large metal hand.

"Nonverbals, man," he stated, calmly. "Nonverbals. Girl's got it bad. Trust me on this one."

"Are you sure?"

Cyborg nodded, releasing the young man from his grasp. He straightened up. "Look, I've not spoken to the green man, but I'm pretty sure. Just thought you'd want to be aware of it."

"Thanks. But we can't do anything," responded Robin, calmly. Cyborg looked at him in surprise. Robin looked firmly at his friend. "That's an order. They'll talk to us when they're ready. Look, you said Raven and I were similar and you're right. I do get the way her mind works. If you try and push this, you'll do more damage than you realise."

"In what way?"

"Because Raven is probably freaking out about all of this. She's most likely worried about what we will all think for starters," responded Robin, rubbing his chin with his gloved hand as he contemplated his Azarathian friend. "If they've decided to give it a shot then I'm guessing it took him a lot of convincing, or at least she is nervous about it all going wrong. She doesn't trust people easily, Cy. You know that."

Cy nodded but still looked confused. He was trying to apply his own reason to the situation. "But she's know BB for years. Surely the girl trusts him by now?"

"In a friendship capacity, no doubt," responded Robin, folding his arms across himself. "But in a romantic capacity? Whole new ball game. Trust me. She'll be freaking out. We need to leave her be. She'll tell us when she's ready."

"Wow," sighed the metal man, picking up his bits and pieces from the desk. "I guess you're right. I hope the little dude knows what he's got himself into with this situation."

"I'm sure he does. Strange as it might sound, I think he's exactly the right person for the job. He's resilient; he doesn't take her anger too personally. He's kind; he will treat her right. He's stable; he'll give her security. But most of all, he's got it bad too. Maybe even worse than she does," smiled Robin, unfolding his arms and straightening up. "I can see why they would work together. But it's a long road and it's going to take a lot of time. So, you know what that means?"

Cyborg gave another long sigh and then saluted their leader with his free arm. "Raven storms ho, cap'n."