Lol. You guys are funny. I just wanted to say that I did plan to kill off Starfire but before I get hate mail..lol...I began to think that there are far worse things in life than death. One of them is to moving on which is why things will happen the way they will happen. On that note, you will have to have patience with me since my whole ending part of the story has been shot completely. I'm always doing this, changing things half way and it always causes me more trouble...

Without you, the ground thaws

The rain falls

The grass grows

Without you, the seeds root

The flowers bloom

The children play

The stars gleam

The poets dream

The eagles fly.

Without you.

The earth turns

The fire burns

But I die and without you

Without you

The breeze warms

The girels smiles

The cloud moces

Without you

The tides ch ange

The boys run

The oceans crash

The crowds roar

The days soar

The babies cry.

Without you

The moon glows

The river flows

But I die.

And without you.

The world revives

Colors renew

But I know blue

Only blue, lonely blue

Within me blue.

Without you.

Without you, the hand gropes.

The ear hears, the pulse beats.

Without you, the eyes gaze.\

The legs walk.

The lungs breathe.

The m ind turns.

The heart years

The tears dry.

Without you

Life goes on but I don't.

Cause I die.

Without you.

---"Without you," Rent


There had been many times when Robin would look back on those glorious days when the sun was still shining bright and the clouds were nowhere to be found and his hand would be clasped around another gentle hand, softly moving back and forth as they walked. There had always been time to reflect between the curses and the doubt and worry; he had filled himself up with so much, so many things and yet, it persisted to return. The memories that haunted him in the middle of his nights, haunted him with the most pleasurable memories his mind could possibly retrieve. Memories of downy like skin pressed against his, plump lips and wet trails, her giggles, her smell…the smell remained within the confinements of his pillow.

He no longer slept on his bed. The sheets, the pillows---they hadn't been touched since Starfire was gone. Her absence had completely extinguished any need for daily activities in Robin's world. Eating became antiquated; the need for substance was not something his mind registered. He could have thrown Maslow's hierarchy of needs out the window and sent the psychological world in for a spin. For once, the most basic need was not food or substance…not with Robin. He needed something else to survive, someone to help him breath, help him—be.

He had survived the first few days without her though they had been hell to go through. Everything reminded him of her smell, her touch, her laughter. HE couldn't step in his room without the need to see her strewn across his bed, an open manila folder by her hand, her eyes going back and forth through the boring subjects that lay within those sheets of paper. He would see her look up at him, her bored face suddenly melting into a real smile, as if she had hooks on the corners of her lips that gently pulled them upward. She never greeted him with a full blown smile. They were always slow, like she was watching the sunset for the first time. Her eyes, however, would spill over with happiness. Unlike others, people who he happened to see on the streets, perhaps, her happiness to see him was as real as it could get. It was so true that sometimes he wondered if she merely faked her cheerfulness, maybe to hide something or to not hurt his feelings. But the matter of fact was, there was nothing fake in the way she would say his name, her feminine timbre resounding in his ears.

His room became officially off limits. The walls had heard too much, the bed had experiences too many emotions, the very air inside his room had absorbed everything about them. There were no longer nay navy blue curtains, courtesy of her. Instead, there were baby blue ones; the color she had told him reminded her of his eyes.

"They let the light in as well," she added haughtily as she finished setting them on their frame. And for those reasons, his room was no longer hospitable.

The hallways echoed his footsteps as he made his way to the Common Room, sprinting by the end, wanting to get away from it all but he found out that he couldn't. Her aura had infested the Common Room as well, leaving traces of her existence everywhere. Where the pots and pans lay, her atmosphere was there, washing the dishes, making the food, singing off key as she stirred the pot. The couch had held her slender body as she watched Beast Boy and Cyborg play on their game station, something that never failed to amuse her. Her CD collection was next to his, holding all kinds of weird music from around the world. There were a couple of Hindu CD's, each from one movie or another. There was another section full of Japanese pop, Japanese rock and even a little polka music in her mix CD's. The television was turned on, her favorite show blasting off the speakers. The Fairly oddparents were giggling and laughing at their own antics, something that had entertained Starfire to no end. She tended to go for the children's show, not because of their capacity of foolishness and what some consider stupidity but for the innocence they demonstrated. Starfire could easily relate but what truly appealed to her was how she could understand the jokes when they were punched.

Turning his back on the Common Room, he sprinted out of there, unable to reside in peace there as well. He knew he couldn't seek comfort in the training room. They had been part of many sparring matches together and she had shown her ability as a fighter, to the point where Robin had to extort his very best abilities to keep up with her. She was a challenge, something he hadn't tasted in a long time. He loved the way her sweat would roll down her chest, beckoning him to follow it to the intimate crevices her training bra hid. The appetizing scent she exuded from somewhere on her neck tantalized him, leaving him dumb-founded when she would come near, her face in pure concentration as she tried to attack back with a rounded kick or a whack of her hand. Her eyes would bloom with determination in front of his face and though he maintained his concentration as much as was humanly possible, the teenage side of the hero would take over and he would find himself in a—precarious position, usually on top of her, pinning her down and kissing her with the same ardor he had battle her with. She never shied away from his callous advances, not when she responded back the same way.

The training room was definitely not the place to go.

Robin eyed the elevator but shook his head as the idea entered his mind. The roof was the last place he wanted to step foot in. That was their place. He could yell at her there, tell her to stop being so stupid and stop putting herself in danger. He could take out his anger and frustrations at her with the minty cool air playing with his hair, let her hear all his troubles and worries about loosing her. He would rant about how he didn't know what in the hell he would do without her, that she was the only reason he was actually sane at the moment. His angry outburst would persist as the stars and moon looked wearily upon him, being as silent as Starfire and letting him vent all he wanted because in the end, he would take huge strides towards her direction and take her in his arms, her tender form pressed against his as he would nuzzle her head against his chest. His anger gone, spent, he could finally murmur the sweet nothings that Starfire knew were true. He never meant his harshness toward her, not entirely. He would get very angry when she did something brave or in his eyes, foolish. But Starfire was used to it. She would take his words in, letting them bound off her until he tired and let his inner feeling be revealed. He never showed that side to anybody and she felt honored he would to her. And Robin had no reason not to show her that private side of him. She accepted all of him, the good, the bad, and the very worst of his nature.

Robin sighed loudly in frustration. He didn't want to go outside; Starfire had planted her alien plants in their backyard and they bloomed beautifully throughout the year. The library was full of her strange books, each in her language and telling yet another horrendous tale of her people and her goddess. She had touched every room, every crevice of the Tower and he couldn't escape. He rubbed his hands against his face abrasively, his muffled groaning becoming louder. She was imprinted everywhere, her voice, her footsteps. He couldn't get away from her.

He needed to find her. He needed to get her back. He would go insane without her. His very sanity would be compromised…damn his sanity, he needed her!

Heavy eyes set upon the empty, vacuous hallway. He strode back to his room, praying he could look past the memories and look through his work, his efforts on finding Starfire renewed…

…Her body was seeping abundant amounts of blood but she didn't cry out any longer. The only cries that rang into the air were his, shattered and defeated, hoarse and discordant but full of emotion. Throaty words fell out of his lips as his arms held Starfire's body close to him; the Titans behind him also wept with Robin, none of them able to hold themselves back. Raven had felt her aura die out within her own connection with her and she distinctly felt how the life seeped out of her, slowly, utterly painfully. Her very heart had stopped alongside Starfire's when her body no longer held the atmosphere of Starfire. The empty shell that was her body was not only unnerving to Raven, who was used to having Starfire's aura all over the place but also, it was a daunting burden Raven suddenly had to carry. They had all witnessed her die, Robin had even felt her go limp in his arms but Raven was the only one who died along with her.

Robin's tears flowed from swollen eyes and yet, out of the utter grief he felt, another feeling emerged with full force. Pure rage flew through him, the bitterness of loosing her igniting his very veins.

"Damn it," he choked out, his face covered in blood as he looked down upon her stilled face, "You fucking can't leave---" his body shook with madness as he growled out, "You can't go…"

He laid her back down unto the debris, watching as her head limped to the side, away from his gaze as if ashamed to be seen. He looked at her body, utterly destroyed and shattered, and he felt the nausea rise up his throat. He eyes roamed pointlessly, lost, his entire world gone awry. His eyes held no more tears, his voice could give him no more, and his body felt as if it was about to collapse any moment. And through this whole event, his emotions released themselves in a single, angered catharsis.

With a vehement cry that staggered through the heavy air, his fists rose into the air and he brought them down with unbelievable force, with rage and resentment upon Starfire's lifeless chest. The ground trembled with thunder as his fists connected with her bosom and her entire lifeless body ached upward, a sharp intake of breath cutting through her like a knife. Suddenly, Starfire started to hyperventilate, her body convulsing fervently as her lungs, her heart, her blood started flowing once more. The Titans, Robin included, were taken aback by the revival, standing back in pure shock. Robin's bloodshot eyes widened but his brain was the one who let him know:

She's alive!

And trembling terribly, in obvious pain and fright. He took her in his arms again, shielding her from whatever he could while Cyborg passed his arms throughout her body. Raven thanked Azar under her breath and asked Beast boy to help her get closer to Star, unable to move from the unfamiliar emotions running through her. Robin kept on whispering words, trying to calm her aroused body but his eyes never left her face. Her eyes were had opened as she revived but they had closed again, her eyeballs moving rapidly under her lids. Her cracked, chapped lips opened and began to moan, heartbreaking painful moans that tore him apart. He could only guess what she had gone through but he knew at that moment that he would never find out again.

He had her back and that was all that mattered. Discreet relief poured into him, his heart started beating once more and the dark veil over his eyes rose and blew away. Like a flower quenched in water, Robin continued to hold her. The Titans didn't need to ask him anything. They called S.T.A.R labs and told them to send a helicopter to the site, informing them of Starfire's injuries among other details. Robin took a small vile of morphine from his pocket and began to ready it, administering it to Starfire so she could calm down. He always carried necessary medicine with him, for cases such as this (though he would never in his life imagine such a scenario) and he was never more thankful for the medicine than at the very moment.

He slowly picked her up, feeling the jagged bones sticking out of her skin beneath his arm and he held back a gag. With the Titans behind him, he took Starfire in his arms, bridal style, and walked away from the wreckage, leaving all foul things behind.

The Titans walked past their dead nemesis, the stench of burnt skin wafting through them and his mask lay in a crisp beside him. His end had come in the most unexpected way but not even they wished such a death on their enemy. They left behind broken machine parts, a puff of white hair caught in the wind, a hand waving through the carnage, and the remains of a beautiful face whose eye slowly opened to reveal a single blue orb.


There had been a light, not as bright as some said it was but what it lacked in radiance, it made up in importance. Koriand'er knew this was the end for her life on Earth. She had ceased to exist; the pain was no longer there but then again, no real feelings were there anymore. She was apprehensive, yes, and perhaps a tad scared but she wasn't really thinking. The light called to her and mindlessly, she followed it wherever it took her. She was fine going along with it, nothing in her mind warned her against it. The pain was gone, her feelings were stoic, and she knew nothing else but to head toward the soft, nurturing light. It was so bright, so much that it reminded her of something else. Something heavenly.

The light suddenly turned blue. Not just any shade of blue but a divine hue that warmth her very body, a body she could no longer feel. Who was she anyway?

"Kory…"

It was a very soft voice, very quiet but full of emotion. So much sadness on those syllables, so much sorrow, so much pain… She could imagine his azure eyes filled with misery.

Richard.

With his name, the light disappeared entirely and she was left in the dark. His voice became louder, more boisterous in trying to tell her something.

"You can't go…"

"Richard!" she called out desperately, her eyes searching for him. Feelings were returning to her, the memories of what had happened slowly seeped through to her.

And without a warning, a preposterous amount of pain hit her straight on, enough for her to choke with it. She felt her body once more, the ache running through her like wildfire, making her drown in her own cry. Her lungs filled with air and the calm feeling she had resided in collapsed around her. Robin's cries were muffled, as if he was far away but at the moment, she didn't care. Her body was on fire, her thoughts were everywhere, and she wanted nothing more than to rest and sleep.

Her eyes closed as her world went black. She would remain in this stasis for a long time. By the time she opened her eyes, her entire world had changed.


This was just a gateway to the next chapter which i hope will not be too confusing. And I'm sorry for not responding earlier IAmTheBattleMaiden but no, I did not make up the vibranium thing...its a common thing in the Marvel universe.