Disclaimer: I DO not OWN THE TEEN TITANS.

I got Robin's (short) bio from titanstower (dot) com. (Which I don't own) Part of Raven's bio came from that site too, except I made a few things up to flow with the situation.

Chapter 4

Starfire couldn't believe that she would actually be going snorkeling! Cyborg was excited, but Beast Boy was yawning on the ship, saying something about being able to turn into a tuna and do this anytime. They were also going to have a lesson in scuba diving before participating in the actual activity. "This trip is too good to be true," squealed the alien girl. (A/N: Just a snippet of what's going on with the others)

While Robin ordered room service, Raven prepared the herbal tea for both of them. As soon as she placed the two mugs down, her stomach stirred and she dashed for the bathroom.

Robin finished ordering soup and salad for the both of them and watched Raven dart into her bedroom. It was painful to watch. Oh dude, what has gotten into you lately?

Staring in the mirror, Raven's mind was still churning over the balcony scene. There was a battle in her mind as to why she leaned in.

"You like him! You wanted a kiss!"

"No I don't! I—I just wanted to see if I could catch a glimpse of his eyes, that's all."

"And why did you want to know what colors his eyes were in the first place?"

"Um, curiosity?"

"Why didn't you just ask?"

Raven splashed water on her face. She hated arguing with herself; it was all so pointless.

The two teens ate their lunch in silence. Raven mentally thanked Robin for ordering soup, because even though she was starving, anything that required much chewing didn't appeal to the appetite at the moment.

After lunch, Raven took a seat in one of the armchairs, holding the rest of her tea. Robin sat across from her, also holding his tea (which was more or less still full).

"You know Raven, up until today, I thought you'd never talk to me this way," spoke up Robin.

"What? Oh, the openness." Raven took a sip of her tea. It was sweet and very good. She couldn't understand why Robin had hardly touched his yet. "There are times when I feel I can dare to share."

"It's surprising that we both have lived in the same building for more than two years, yet know only little about each other," the leader sighed, "But today I learned that your openness is such a wonderful quality. You shouldn't lose it."

It was now Raven's turn to sigh. He understands so little. Then make him understand now. "Robin," said the girl, stirring her tea with a spoon, "I can't always be this open."

Before the other teen could reply, Raven began telling him about her past, "As you know, I was born in a place called Azarath, where my mother was taken to escape my father, Trigon. I was taught to keep my emotions aside, because if I did not, Trigon will be unleashed. At the age of ten, Trigon found a way to escape and came to claim me as his heir. My mother did not me to be raised in hell, so exchanged her soul for mine. But if I ever express anger in such a way, Trigon could be released and I could destroy a whole city, or country." She was now looking at the complex designs in the marble floor, "When I became angry at Dr. Light, that was only a sample, and it nearly killed him. If I cry and pour out all my anger and frustrations, I'd collapse a building. If I screamed with pure terror, I'd cause an earthquake. If I laugh with all my heart, tsunamis would envelope the shore. It's too dangerous." Raven stopped now, concentrating hard on the cream ripples that flowed through the floor.

Across from her, Robin gazed at the girl with a new respect. He never knew. Now that he did, he could feel the longing that Raven had to cry, or scream, or laugh. Then suddenly, he longed for her to cry on his shoulder, scream for him to help, or laugh cheerfully alongside him. It was painful, in way, to see her in this new light.

"Raven," he said, "I understand, somewhat, about your family. My parents died when I was nine years old, both in the same day, both in the same accident I could have prevented."

Raven looked up with eyes filled with an emotion that Robin couldn't put a name to. They were so deep, so sympathetic, and so full of power. "I guess that's another thing we have in common?" spoke Raven, her voice soft and peaceful.

Robin managed a weak smile. "I guess."

There was a calm silence, and Robin broke it by yawning, "I'm feeling a little drowsy. I'll go into my room for a nap."

The gothic girl watched her friend head into his bedroom. (A/N: I really hope you didn't think they were going to sleep together so soon...) "Richard," she whispered, "I really like that name."

Raven headed towards her own room to take a shower, and started thinking as the warm water caressed her body. I don't know, there's something about him, something sweet and compassionate, something that tells me he would appreciate me better than anyone else will ever. I'll admit: this is more than a just friendship that developing.

Meanwhile, Robin lied in bed, also thinking. I understand her now so much better. It hurts me to see how she wishes to feel. Wait, what's this? I suddenly care for her more than a friend. I—I like her...

Sorry about how short this chapter is. The next few will have more...interaction...between the two.

Next Chapter: Both go to the beach, and things get romantic.

Thanks for all the review so far! Keep 'em coming, and my brain'll keep churning. (But it's not like I'll die if there aren't any reviews. Don't get the wrong idea...)