A/N: Hi, sorry about the long wait. I had…Technical difficulties… Let's just say that if my mom mentions hospitals or doctors within the next six months, I will hide in my room and not come out. ^-^

Underlined are Robin's thoughts.

Underlined italics are Raven's thoughts.

Bold underlined is anyone else's.

Chapter 6

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               Robin moaned into the kiss, leaning into it eagerly. He enjoyed the sensations for some time, before he began to run out of air. Needing oxygen, the masked hero tried to back away – only to find that he could not!

               The lips pressed against his suddenly felt cold and rough, and although he could not see it, he could feel the cold amusement. He was suffocating! Feeling panic as black started to creep into his vision, he struggled against the constraints; to no avail. He could not get away from the kiss, despite his efforts.

               With a cry, he felt himself falling – and he woke up, soaked in sweat on the floor, with his sheets tangled around him tightly. Looking around dazedly, he saw he was in his room, and that there were no handcuffs, nor any mysterious person. A dream it was all a dream, he realized. With an annoyed sigh, he saw that he must've been suffocating himself with his pillow. How typical.

               Displeased, Robin fought with his sheets for a minute before untangling them and rolling them into a ball, throwing them away in disgust. Stepping over them, Robin made his way into the bathroom down the hall, not caring that he wore only his boxers. It wasn't as though anyone else was up yet, he reasoned with himself absently.

               Stripping himself of his boxers, he turned on the shower, and faced the mirror. Looking in it, he allowed a small smirk. Beast Boy would probably tell him he's weird; he wore his mask to bed. Checking to make sure the door's locked, and also for one of Beast Boy's cameras, he then peeled off the mask.

               Leaning forward, he let himself examine his own face. He really didn't look too bad, he supposed. A little tired, and slightly flushed, but not bad. Looking closer, he grimaced – he had a tan line! On his face! Oh, I really need to get out more. I need to tan my face without the mask. It should get rid of the tan line. Without the others knowing, of course…Cant let them see me without my mask.

               With that, his 'vain moment' was over, and he got into the shower, sighing with pleasure as the hot water pounded on his shoulders and neck, running down his back. He turned to face the spray, letting his head fall back and his eyes slip shut in bliss.

               He stood in this manner for some time, thinking back on his wet dream. Could it be called a wet dream? Blushing now, he decided it wasn't worth it. But if he really wanted to know, then he could always ask Cyborg or Beast Boy…

               Some part of his mind sniggered and whispered something about how much the 'figure' resembled someone he knew. Someone who oh-so-conveniently wore tights and bodysuits to show off their shapely-

               Blushing hotly now, Robin shook his head violently, sending droplets of water flying in every direction and cutting that thought off before it could develop further. He would not think that! He did not think that! Even so…It was a nice-

               Groaning, Robin reached down and turned the handle of the shower so that it pointed to the 'C'.

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               Raven woke up the next morning to the early morning sunlight warming her pleasantly. She felt calm, relaxed, and comfortable. She was perfectly content to lay there for a while, before stretching languidly, like a feline, making a purring noise unconsciously. It was nice and warm, and she really felt no inclination to move anywhere. She no longer needed to be awake at all times in worry of crimes; over time, the villains had mostly given up. That or, they'd decided it was best to find a city without heroes.

               Snorting slightly, Raven noted that there weren't many of those around anymore. Despite this, the number of really good super heroes was declining. It's so hard to find good help nowadays. Sarcasm was fun and easy and tasted nice. ((erm…I don't know where that came from…Ignore it))

               This morning was perfect, there was no yelling, no screaming, no fighting, no disgusting smells of Star's attempts at cooking, not even any video games! It was truly a wonderful thing. It is quiet and peaceful -  twice in a row even! Raven noted this with pleasure, too bad this doesn't happen more often. It won't last much longer, though.

               Her thoughts were punctuated by the shower turning on. Oh, she was getting good at this! A moment later, the TV switched on downstairs.

               How typical. With that, the telepath stood, and got dressed, wearing her usual bored expression. It wouldn't do to have the others see her looking content - and even happy - now would it?

               It was on that note that she set off downstairs, phasing through the floor and into the kitchen. As normal, it was crowded, noisy, and smelled like month old pizza and gym socks were being boiled. It would appear that Starfire was cooking this morning. Lovely. I am so not eating breakfast this morning. I hope it's not the 'Pudding of Cheerful Mornings' or something like that. Shuddering slightly at the thought, she set to making her tea and drank it whilst leaning against the counter, watching everyone.

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               Beast Boy and Cyborg sat at their places at the table, looking vaguely sick, and very scared. Starfire was at the stove, humming happily and stirring something that appeared to have the consistency of tar, and by the smell of it, and gym socks. That explained Beast Boy and Cyborg, at least. Not to mention the horrid smell that was all over the house… Raven leaned against the counter, sipping something from her usual mug.

               I wonder if it's blood… The thought was sudden, and he froze for a few seconds, before dispelling it from mind. No, she wouldn't do it here, now. Besides, she always made tea. Just because he knew about 'It' does not mean that whatever she drank was automatically blood.

               All of a sudden, she seemed to realize someone was watching her, for she lowered the mug, and looked up, straight at him. His eyes widened minutely, but he held her gaze, and nodded to her in greeting.

               At that moment, the others noticed him, and he was swept away by the busyness of the morning. Everything rushed around him, and he vaguely heard Starfire mentioning something about a picnic sometime soon, and he gave the affirmative. In the hustle and bustle, he vaguely noticed Raven making an exit, but had no time to comment on it when something horrible was shoved into his mouth. All thoughts of the gothic girl were forgotten in favor of getting that awful taste out of his mouth.

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Um, sorry about how short it is…I had no idea what to do at the end, so a picnic seemed like the best thing to do. Yeah. Whatever. Please give me some ideas if you'd like to, because I really didn't plan this. I'll work it out, though. Oh, and for any of you who don't like a Robin/Raven fanifc – tough because I am the one writing this, and no matter how much you beg or flame, I will not change it. Thanks for the reviews, guys!!! I think I've got something like 32 reviews! I feel proud and happy!!! All you guys are great!!!

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