Lunatic: All right, I've thought the plot through a little more. This isn't exactly the climax; I've decided to drag it out agonizingly for your pleasure. (Cackles evilly and ignores Raven's glare.)

Last time, I forgot a disclaimer. But we all knew what it was going to say.

Robin looked suspiciously at the mirror that Beast Boy handed him. It was that decorative one that he had seen lying on Raven's dresser. He knew there'd been something about it he didn't like.

"So I just look into it?" He asked skeptically. Cyborg nodded.

"Remember, stay away from the red guy." Both Cyborg and Beast Boy gave this warning at the same time. "That's her temper." Cyborg concluded.

"Robin." Starfire came forward, taking one of his hands in hers. "I would like to wish you good fortune on your journey, and offer caution." She struggled with herself a moment, glancing at Raven who lay motionless on the sterile white sheets. "Our friend Raven is part demon, it would be unwise to battle her within her own realm. You must tread carefully."

Robin was a little surprised at the level of Starfire's concern. He was also fairly shocked to hear the news about Raven's parentage. He wondered breifly how she knew about it.

But it didn't change his responsibility.

"So that's why that big red dude was so ugly." Beast Boy said sarcastically.

Cyborg shrugged. "She said she had issues with her father." Though he hardly looked as if the news didn't faze him.

Robin pulled his hand away from Starfire's, nodding. "I'll be careful. Thanks." He gave her a reassuring smile, which she returned.

The mirror glimmered with a demonic malice, the spiked edges catching the overhead light and sending it back. His own face stared back at him with determination, waiting for something to happen.

"Nothing's- " He didn't get to finish his sentence because suddenly the room spiraled around him and he felt as if her were being dragged somewhere down below. The mirror drew him in, until his surroundings faded into darkness.

When Robin opened his eyes, he was on the ground. A pair of booted feet was in line of his vision, and not much else. He leapt agilely to his feet, taking in his surroundings and the person standing in front of him.

He stared. It was Raven. Except she was wearing yellow, her violet eyes glaring severely at him from behind large rimmed glasses.

"Raven! I came to wake you up, you're unconscious-" Raven held up her hand, her face still oddly stern.

"I'm not the one you want." She said darkly.

"What?" Cyborg and Beast Boy had only told him about the red-cloaked Raven, explaining that this was her anger. If that was true, then could there be others? Could there be different facets of her personality? If that was so, then this was obviously her logical self.

"Where is she?" He demanded harshly. The yellow-clad Raven tsked.

"Manners. " She directed him to a stone archway. "Through there."

It was erected over the stone pathway that he now stood on, which floated in a sea of red stars and blackness. Small ravens leered at him from the branches of stunted trees.

"Uh… thanks… I guess." He understood now, why Beast Boy wasn't keen on coming back here.

He stalked softly toward the arch, half expecting to run into the ominous figure of Raven's rage. Beyond the pillar of curved stone, he could see nothing but darkness. He stood at the threshold, and took a deep breath before stepping past it.

Around him were trees and blossoming flowers, though all of them seemed a little wilted. The place was eerily silent. For some reason, that seemed wrong to him.

"Hello?" He called softly. His two friends had told him that there would be various guides, to help him to his destination. Sure enough, a moment later a Raven in pink appeared.

"Hello!" She called happily. "She doesn't let us think about you much, I'm glad I get to see you for myself." He stared at her. Raven was never happy. It had never occurred to him that he might find a 'Happy' Raven here.

"I'm looking for her." He said instead.

"I know. Follow me!" She headed off down a path that was lined with slightly wilted flowers. After a moment, he followed her.

He spent his time observing the surroundings, ever watchful for danger. It wasn't like he expected an attack, but this place was strange and he didn't want to fall into a false sense of security.

"Relax!" Happy tittered gleefully. "If you want, I'll sing a song."

He stared at her with incredulity, one eyebrow raised. "I think I almost prefer the sullen, monotone Raven." He mumbled as 'Happy' began to sing off-key about flowers and sunshine.

They finally arrived at another archway, Robin holding his hands over his ears just to shut out her horrible singing. He sighed with immense relief to see that he would be leaving the realm of 'Happy'. She stopped him before he left, a less than joyful expression on her face.

"Do you want to know why my flowers are dying?" She asked.

He looked at her, then glanced at the crisp, dry grass beneath them. "Maybe."

"You." She put her finger on his chest. "I expect you to fix it." Then she pushed him, sending him stumbling through the archway in to the next realm. The last thing he saw was her smiling as she waved good-bye.

This time a figure in green greeted him. She grabbed his shoulder as he came stumbling out of the archway, disoriented and frustrated. He felt like he was being led around to no real end.

Green Raven was watching him like one might watch a potential threat. Her expression was ruthless. She let go of his shoulder, shoving him lightly. He got the distinct feeling that this Raven didn't like him either.

He opened his mouth to explain, but like Intelligence, she simply held up a hand.

"I know." She turned down the path. "Come on. You'll need my help."

He followed behind her, again taking in his surroundings. Something about the stillness made him worry. And why were all her personalities mad at him? He nearly ran into the green-cloaked Raven when she stopped.

Two stone monsters rose from the ground, growling menacingly. Robin was reminded of Cinderblock. He readied himself to fight.

The green Raven, obviously her more battle savvy self, leapt into the air and beat the two guardians into submission.

Robin watched her thoughtfully as this version of Raven dusted off her hands and gestured to the maze beyond. "Don't go to the door at the other end. Tell Sorrow that she's to take you to Elsewhere."

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"She'll know what you mean." She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and made to throw him out. Before she did, she glowered darkly at him, as if accusing him of something. "Its your fault that this is happening. If she doesn't figure out how to restore the Balance, then you'll never make it out of here alive."

Eyes wide, Robin tried to stop and ask her what she meant by that, but he was thrown unceremoniously through the doorway. He landed harshly on his back, a little surprised by her strength. Instinctively, he jumped to his feet and turned back to face the arch, expecting to see Brave Raven, but there was only darkness.

He glowered darkly and brushed the dust from his cape. He was used to death threats, but the circumstances were a little different than your typical battle in the streets.

This time Robin was not greeted instantly by any form of Raven. "Hello?" He called out hesitantly.

The silence here was oppressing, and he felt that if he stayed here long, it would become maddening. He stared resolutely at the maze in front of him. From his vantage point at the top of a hill, he could see all the twists and turns of the maze below him. It didn't seem like anyone was coming.

With much trepidation, he proceeded down the pathway, looking left and right for signs of danger or approaching red-cloaked figures. Nothing changed. It made him nervous.

The entrance to the maze loomed above him. He was alone, with no guide to help him through it, and the silence was making him jumpy. He shook himself and started bravely forward.

"I wouldn't go in there alone." Said a tiny voice beside him. He jumped, and spun around to see a Raven in a dark gray cloak.

"You must be Sorrow." He said.

"Yes, please don't hate me, I was afraid to talk to you." She blushed, shuffling her feet. Robin was more taken aback by this meek, unhappy Raven than he had been by the happy version. Raven was confident, impenetrable and fairly resolute. This one seemed indecisive and fearful.

She noticed him staring at her. "I'm sorry." She squeaked. "I'll take you out now, to the Forbidden Door." She hurried forward into the maze, obviously expecting him to follow.

"Wait! You're not supposed to bring me there." He chased after her, and noticed that his voice did not echo like he thought it would. Instead, it seemed as if the high walls sucked in the sound and crushed it beneath their ominous weight.

The gray Raven stopped. "Not… to the Door?" She stared at him sadly.

"Yeah, the other one, she told me I'm supposed to go to… Elsewhere?" He was still very confused by all of this. The gray Raven sighed audibly.

"Yes." She walked to the wall beside them, and walked through it. He stared at where she had just been.

"What…?"

Her hand appeared, beckoning him to follow. He hesitated. Now he was going to walk through walls. Robin took a deep breath before stepping toward the wall and…

The world around him was filled with fog, devoid of any landmarks. The gray-cloaked figure stared longingly into the misty shadows.

"They're in there." She whispered, pointing fearfully. She glanced at him with a mixture of pity and embarrassment. "You have to find your own way now. If she wants you, you'll be able to find her."

Robin felt himself staring, wide-eyed at the fog, eerily reminiscent of his dream. A sob shattered the silvery stillness and he winced. He realized that 'Sorrow' was walking away from him, back to the wall.

"Wait-" But she was already gone. He sighed. "Great."

Cyborg took Raven's pulse again, noting that it had gotten faster. What was happening in there?

Raven was like a sister to him, someone he trusted. She had helped him with his car, and given him inspiration whenever he needed it. He had no doubt that this strange coma had something to do with the issue between her and Robin.

Beast Boy knocked gently on the door. "Any change?" He asked.

"Her pulse has gotten faster, but other than that, nothing." He smiled reassuringly at the green shape shifter. "Not worried are you?"

Beast Boy shrugged. "She's my friend, but I was not going to go back in her head."

Cyborg stretched. He'd bee sitting there, waiting for some sign of life in Raven, for hours. "Would you mind taking over for a bit, I need a break."

Beast Boy pouted. "Fine, but that means I get to make dinner."

"Oh no you don't-" Cyborg started, pointing a finger, "you'll make that tofu stuff!"

"Ok then, have fun with Raven." Beast Boy waved sinisterly, heading back to the stairs. Cyborg sighed.

"FINE! You can make dinner, but I'm taking as long as I want!"

Robin felt as if he'd been searching the mist for hours. He wasn't sure how much time had actually passed, but his feet were beginning to hurt.

"Raven! Where are you?" He asked the stillness. Another tormented sob echoed through the drifting whiteness, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. He had never heard so much misery in his life. But he could remember feeling it.

"Did I really do this?" He asked quietly. He felt guilty, horribly guilty, that he could be the cause of so much pain. It wasn't his fault that she had… fallen for him, but he had taken advantage of it. Another cry of pain rent the air.

"Raven!" He cried out desperately. The shadows were dancing around him, putting his instincts on edge and confusing his sense of direction. The sound of his friend in pain was tangling his emotions, weakening his resolve. The oppressive silence corroded his determination, creating flaws with doubts and self-loathing. Maybe he couldn't help her at all.

No. He had to find a way to fix this. Raven was his friend; she had helped the team in numerous instances and had always supported his decisions. He owed it to her to do something.

"Raven, show me where you are!" He shouted, eyes narrowed as he searched through the mists.

Suddenly they parted, and a sinister voice answered him. "I'm right here."

Lunatic: HAHA.

I'm trying to make Robin a little less sappy, but he cares about his friends and you can tell he has an over-bearing urge to help and protect all of them. It's hard to convey him as non-sappy when he's in a situation that calls for insecurity. Ah well. So many reviews! (Falls over.)