Author's note: Ok ...so the story's not as...'funny' anymore...God I wonder
where my sick brain's gonna lead me with this... Anyways, this is going to be
in Robin's perspective... I have doubts on continuing this fic after this
chapter...or maybe I will when I get more ideas... for now...

Chapter 8: Black Bird

Darkness though summoned by dusks kiss
Illuminates in the pale moon's mist
Halt your course from ever mourn
For in darkness was light first born

-by my friend Mike

"....ow."
Robin awoke in his bed with a splitting headache. His blurred vision began
to focus and saw a pair of green eyes tearing up...

"You are finally awake..."

He put his hand to his head and remembered what had happened that night...
That night Raven lost herself in pain...and bled. He was wearing his mask... He
knew he had it off at that time..

"Where's Raven?"

"....she is ...on the roof."

He looked to the clock on his left. It was near dawn. He got up from his
bed and felt the pain throbbing in his head but ignored it...

"Robin, you must rest... you are not well."

He ignored Starfire's plea for him to rest. He ran up towards the stairs
that would lead to the roof. He passed by the common room as if he did not
notice Cyborg and Beast Boy... he opened the door abruptly...

The wind was strong at this time... the sun was rising and it was a cool
morning...On the edge he saw her... standing... her hair blowing in the wind with
her new wings spread out... Their feathers catching the wind... Her eyes were
closed... in meditation...or at least she was before he showed up.

"Raven... what...what happened..?"

She flew and landed in front of him with her eyes closed... She opened them
and locked his eyes with hers. He didn't recognize them and stood there
dumbfounded...

"I know...they take some getting used to..." She said while folding her wings
back.

"I put your mask back on... I thought you'd want to keep your amber hidden
from everyone else."

He looked at her... her feathers moving with the morning breeze, her long
hair moving with them. Her now red irises open and reflecting his amber
ones... her tattered uniform flailing around her like wisps of smoke... and her
dry blood stains covering her...Like a fallen angel.

"You brought me here didn't you..."

"Yeah...I woke up first in the park... Needless to say, they weren't the least
bit shocked at my new limbs." She was still as sarcastic as ever...

"I heard people have different reactions to alcohol... but this is definitely
a new one."

"It wasn't the alcohol Robin... Years of not being able to feel anything
finally pushed out of me... this is my true form...and I am technically an
adult now... it's about time my other features stepped into the picture."
She flapped her wings gently as if to further define her point.

"I think they suit you..." He said while giving her a childish pat on her
head.

"I see a change in my wardrobe..." She muttered.

"I seriously doubt you could look bad in anything."

She still blushed the same color...

Robin suddenly grinned from ear to ear... he once again ran for the ledge and
jumped as far as he could... knowing that she would always be there to catch
him...Rolling her eyes, she dashed after him and caught him before he even
started to fall and flew off...

"You really like to get on my nerves don't you...?"

"You're pretty when you're mad."

"Shut up."
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"Ow!! Hey Cyborg !Can you just move back a bit?! Let me through you're
getting us stuck!!!"

Cyborg and Beast Boy were trying to get through the doorway...they both got
free and landed on the roof with a loud thud. Starfire flew in after the
dust had settled.

"cough I am glad to see that all is well this morning! I shall recite
the Tamarin's poem of Gladness..."

Cyborg and Beast Boy began to try and scramble up from their position on
the floor, attempting to make a run for it...

"I think we should just sit out here for a minute and watch the sunrise... I
mean that would be a first right? Right?" Beast Boy was now in 'the face'
mode trying to sway Starfire from reciting the poem.

"I think that would be a very nice way to start this morning...yes... let us!"

For once, Cyborg silently thanked Beast Boy for actually coming up with an
idea that worked.

The three of them stood there watching a black-winged angel flying off with
a boy in red 18th century clothing in her arms...

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Oh well writer's block so sue me... I don't know if I will continue this
though I must say I did enjoy writing it. I might rewrite this in Raven's
perspective... I kind of find it hard to imagine what it's like in Robin's
shoes... (--) Thanks for all the reviews...