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"Come on."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with a big scoop of sugar, cherries, assorted dried fruit –"

"No."

Robin turned up his stereo. Beast Boy had been at this almost three hours, and Raven showed no signs of giving in. In a way, it was impressive: Robin never would have expected Beast Boy, with his notoriously short attention span, to be so driven.

"What if I –"

"No."

Beast Boy and Raven might be content with this give-and-take, but Robin was certain that if it continued, he would be driven slowly insane.

"Come on."

"No."

Ugh. Beast Boy was repeating himself again.

"Just once."

"No."

"Please?"

"Stop!" Robin jumped between the two. "Just give it up, won't you?"

Beast Boy set his jaw.

"I won't give it up."

"Whatever," said Raven.

"You're driving me crazy," said Robin, almost yelling now. "I'm begging you." He thought better of it. "I'm the leader here. I'm ordering you to resolve this, and that's a direct order! You'll follow it!"

"Whoa, chill out, Robin," said Beast Boy. "Didn't know you felt that way."

"Well, I do. Stop it."

"Hey, if Raven would just agree –"

"No."

"See?" wailed Beast Boy.

"Don't try to pin this on me," said Raven. "You're the one perpetuating this farce."

Beast Boy gave her a blank look.

"Okay," he said finally, "I'm gonna go get a dictionary, and when I do, you're gonna be sorry you said that."

"I don't doubt it," said the girl, leaning to pick up a book.

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"Way to go, Robin," complained Beast Boy. The two were in Beast Boy's room. "Couldn't you see she was wearing down? I almost had her, man."

"I don't care," snapped Robin. "This has got to stop."

"And how am I supposed to stop?" Beast Boy was near tears. "I explained this to you. I can't stop. It's her fault. Convince her," he added finally.

It took a moment for this to sink in.

"What?" cried Robin. "No thanks. I'm not taking the fall on this one."

"You have to," pleaded Beast Boy. "You said you want to stop this. Well, it's up to you."

Robin sighed.

"I'll see what I can do," he said. "But no promises."

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Robin sat in the kitchen, absently working on a glass of water. He stared at the back of Raven's hood that showed over the couch. How did he get roped into this? He thought Raven's position was pretty clear. What did Beast Boy expect him to do? He made his way to the couch without much enthusiasm, racking his brain for some sort of opening line.

"Um," he said.

Raven glanced up. Silence hung in the air. Great conversation, Robin. She turned back to her book.

"Can we talk, Raven?"

A small sigh escaped the half-daemon's lips. She put down the book.

"Well?" she prompted.

"It's about Beast Boy," continued Robin. He was never much for subtlety.

"What about him?"

"Well, he – he really wants to go out with you."

"So I've noticed."

"I suppose you don't want his company?"

Raven sighed.

"It has nothing to do with wanting."

"Yeah, but –"

"I just can't."

"Look," said Robin. He didn't really want to go this route, but what else was there? "It would really help out the team."

Raven raised an eyebrow.

"Help out the team?"

"This fixation he has – it's distracting."

"True."

"Do you think you could – pacify him?"

Raven stood.

"I don't do pity dates," she said, as she walked toward her room.

Robin watched her leave.

"You're letting down the team!" he yelled. "I hope you know that!"

He got no response. He sighed and sat on the couch. How would he tell Beast Boy?