Author's Introduction:

Again, I was thrilled to see so much positive feedback! I'm very glad everyone's enjoying my story. I'm enjoying writing it!

As for update time (shrugs and sighs) I wish I could promise to update on a regular basis, believe me. Creativity is capricious, however—you can't just turn it on and off like a faucet. It comes and it goes—and sometimes it comes in the office, or in class, or when I'm sleeping on the floor of a friend's room.

Luckily for updates and creativity, tonight I've been blown out by my friends so I curled up on the couch with some episodes of the old Batman tv series, starring Adam West and costarring Burt Ward, who I will admit I had a huge crush on (!) and I found inspiration in the corner of my mind, locked in a small jeweled box...

To Take A Dare

Chapter Three: Whatever Makes You Happy

You must be aware what you're doing to me

We sunk like a stone on a rock in the sea

We don't have to stay friends, let's pretend to be enemies

Yeah, whatever makes you happy

(Splender)

(Yeah, Whatever)

Starfire's face was twisted into an uncharacteristic pout. She dug her hands into the soft dirt at the base of the Titans' Tower in frustration, on her hands and knees on the ground. "I do not understand," she cried. "I placed these seeds in this dirt over three Earth days ago! Why do they not grow?"

The Tamaranean had taken a trip to the city the previous week, returning home in a buoyant mood with a bag full of seed packets. The rest of the Titans had amusedly sectioned off a bit of land at the base of the tower for her "garden", and Star had gleefully thrown the seeds haphazardly into the ground and watched the soil for three days like an anxious mother. Now she had grown tired of waiting and was wondering why she didn't have any flowers to cheer her up.

Robin chuckled, kneeling beside Starfire and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "These things take time, Star. If you're patient and wait, you'll have a beautiful garden in no time."

Starfire sighed, looking unconvinced. She could hardly be blamed for it, either—it was quite ironic for Robin to be talking about patience. In truth, the Boy Wonder was normally one of the most impatient people on the face of the planet.

Normally.

But lately, Robin had been patient. Indeed, he had bided his time, had stalked his prey with extensive care. He was only waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

It had been two weeks since he had come upon Raven in the training room, two weeks since she had healed his bruises at the kitchen sink—two weeks since she had challenged him to "make her happy". Never one to shy away from a challenge, Robin had retired to his room—his own personal Batcave—to puzzle it out every day afterward. This morning was no different—after he had taken his leave of Starfire, he found himself in there once again.

Robin had boundless faith in his own detective skills. After all, he had learned from the best. He had always enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the idea that he could prove himself smarter than the criminals he pursued. And he and Batman had been smarter. They had untangled even the trickiest problems...

Robin had to smile as he leaned back in his chair and reached for a framed picture of the Titans together that held pride of place on his desk, his eyes falling on the dark bird in the corner of it. I bet Batman never had a riddle quite like Raven, though!

He had to admit he was intrigued by her. Anyone with even the slightest curiosity would be, and Robin was a very curious bird. For someone with no secret identity, Raven had being mysterious down to an art form. She spent even more time locked away than he did—a feat if there ever was one. He would have said that he and Raven were a lot alike—but he didn't know that for sure.

Which led back to her original accusation—that he knew nothing about her. How would he remedy that?

"Make me happy someday, and maybe you'll find out."

It was a fascinating puzzle, and one worthy of him, Robin decided.

So he had set out to learn about Raven. He had become a faithful student of her routines, watching her as often as he could without looking suspicious. He wasn't sure if Raven just hadn't noticed him, or hadn't cared. Most likely the latter.

She liked to face the north light when she meditated, even though her eyes were closed. And she always kept them closed—it was like the rest of the world melted away when she began her chant. She could remain still for hours, watching whatever flickered on the backs of her eyelids.

Chamomile tea was her favorite, if the kitchen cabinets told the truth. She never even looked around the room for the boxes that held the small packets anymore—she knew so well where she hid her stash. She could do almost anything else while brewing a cup of tea, as if it were just below breathing for involuntary activities.

Tea wasn't the only thing she stashed around the tower—one could reach under any cushion or on top of any shelving unit and find one of Raven's books. She read anything she could get her hands on, even some things that apparently she was ashamed of—Robin had found a romance novel hidden in the magazine rack, in a copy of Home and Garden that Starfire had bought along with her seed packets and then forgotten about. She had a soft spot for comic books as well, which Robin got a kick out of—a superhero reading comic books.

Raven liked snack cakes, especially the kind with vanilla frosting—those always seemed to disappear from the kitchen when she was around.

She was ticklish—he had to smile remembering that, her startled face when he had feathered his fingers over her ribs. The smile faded without his conscious control when he remembered further, the way she had squirmed, body twisting atop him, her soft cry of surprise—

He shook his head to banish these thoughts, frowning. It didn't matter...

In short, all he had learned was that herbal tea and meditation didn't tell him anything about the girl inside the cloak.

"Make me happy someday, and maybe you'll find out."

Momentarily frustrated but not defeated, the Boy Wonder steepled his fingers and sighed.

What would make you happy, Raven?

Raven kept dreaming of the training room. It was troubling her sleep; once she had even woken up and slammed a fist into her headboard, an unconscious reaction that had left her with bloody knuckles at breakfast the next morning. It still sort of hurt when she curled her hand around a glass of orange juice.

Why couldn't she get it out of her mind?

And it didn't help that she could feel Robin's eyes on her every time she moved. Sometimes she would look up from whatever book she was reading and find him staring over his newspaper at her; walk out of a room and know he was watching her. He never looked at her the same way twice—one minute his masked eyes would search her deeply, as if he were looking for something buried in her secret put-away heart; the next minute he would seem as if he were trying to memorize her.

But whatever he was looking for, he hadn't found it yet, because he kept staring.

On top of that, Robin wasn't the only one who was watching her—several times she would catch Cyborg with a funny look on his face. He knew something was up between the two birds—he just didn't know what.

That was okay. Raven didn't know what was up, either.

In fact, the metal man was eyeing her calmly now over a copy of Car and Driver. She sipped her juice, waiting for the inevitable questions.

Now she's staring at me, Cyborg thought. What is going on?

Ever since the day Robin and Raven had been at each other's throats, things hadn't been the same between them. One day they had been ready to kill each other, the next morning both had shown up to breakfast looking like they'd been playing the Raiders and losing, Robin had offered to help Raven with the dishes, and now their gazes dueled over any surface at any time. Something was up.

Robin had always been obsessive by nature. If he was paying such attention to Raven, then she had to have done or said something that had warranted that attention. But above his compulsions, Robin was a fairly easygoing guy, and he loved his friends, would fight to protect them. So if he was on the outs with Raven, why? Something like that could affect the dynamics of the team.

There was another reason for the metal man's concern. Lately, Cyborg had been spending some time with Raven, trying to get to know the girl behind the soft dark cowl. She didn't talk much, but she was a quick study on cars and was good, if quiet, company. He was inclined to feel protective of the little empath, and if something was bothering his friend, he wanted to know about it.

Cyborg smiled at Raven over his glass and put down his magazine. "Hey, Raven. I'm thinking of tuning up the T-Car tomorrow morning. You down? I could use an extra set of hands."

Raven downed her juice and nodded. "Sure thing. How about I meet you in the garage after breakfast?"

Cy smiled, already planning how to ambush her with a few leading questions as to why she and Robin kept grilling each other over bacon and eggs. "It's a date, kiddo."

Raven smiled back at Cyborg—the only person she allowed to call her "kiddo"—as she left the kitchen, as calm as the sea. And like the sea, she rarely gave up her secrets.

Starfire breathed against the glass, creating a cloud of fog that grew bigger with each exhalation.

"A watched pot never boils, Starfire," Raven intoned sagely over a copy of Daredevil, trying not to chuckle at the Tamaranean's obvious impatience.

Starfire had her nose pressed against one of the big bay windows like a puppy in a pet shop, staring down at her still-unborn garden. "Who cares about pots. I want flowers..."

"What kind of flowers are they, Star?" Raven asked, somewhat in the mood for conversation after all the staring that had been going on.

Starfire became animated, turning from the window. "They shall have large teeth and be able to defend themselves against neighborhood cats!" she announced, her green eyes alight with a plant-loving mania that would have given Pamela Eisely a run for her money.

"Starfire, our tower is alone on an island. No cats will get at your flowers, unless Beast Boy gets hungry. And teeth aren't usually a dominant trait in most Earth flora. Did you plant venus flytraps?" Raven's mind was already racing ahead to worst-case scenarios—giant man-eating Tamaranean plants, flower-power plots by Slade to unleash an army of destructive blossoms to kill the Titans in their sleep.

Starfire looked innocently puzzled. She held out a fist and dropped something into Raven's hand—one of the seed packets. Raven unfolded the crumpled paper sleeve and read. "Snapdragons?"

"Have I misunderstood?" Starfire asked, blinking guilelessly.

Raven smiled and shook her head. "Don't ever change, Star."

The Tamaranean grinned. "Being that on Tamaran, females stop their physical growth at age seventeen, there is very little chance of that happening."

Raven repeated her movement, a shake of the head, a smile. "Glad to hear it."

Robin had officially given up.

It had happened during hour number two hundred forty-four of observing Raven. Robin would have thanked Beast Boy for doing half the work for him—if he hadn't been doing it so badly. The changeling had been making faces at her for twenty minutes, hoping for a laugh, but had been striking out. By the time he had turned his eyelids inside out and growled, Raven made a sound of disgust and left the room.

"And a check mark for Tuesday!" Beast Boy had cackled in triumph.

Actually, Robin thought, Beast Boy wasn't doing such a bad job. He had learned from his experience as Batman's partner that police work was mostly negatives. You ruled out what didn't work until you found what did.

But Raven hadn't laughed. Not once. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to the Boy Wonder—she had never shown any sign that she had found Beast Boy amusing—but it was depressing anyway.

Robin had retreated to his room in defeat, stretching out on his bed and sighing.

He felt...melancholy.

It was bothering him, bothering him that there was one more thing he didn't know about Raven—how she looked when she was happy.

It hurt him somehow that nothing made her smile. It hurt him that he couldn't do it. He wanted her to smile at him.

He hated to admit that perhaps that cloak hid an unsolvable riddle. Maybe nothing made Raven happy. He hated to admit how much he wanted it, how much he wanted to see a smile, a real smile, on her face. He had always thought he could do anything, but in Raven's dour expression, he was afraid he'd met his match.

Glumly, he pushed himself off the bed and headed for the training room. Time to work off his frustration the only way he knew how.

Sliding the door open, he was once again surprised to see that Raven had beaten him to his destination.

For one confused second, he thought it was that night again—he in the doorway, Raven waiting for him. But it wasn't like last time, not completely. The last time, he had been so angry, and she hadn't been happy with him, either. Raven, so full of rage..he had heard it in the blows, in the way her fist kissed the sandbags. He had known exactly how she must have felt, knew the way the tremors must have thrilled up her arms until her whole body must have shaken with fury, how her chest must have tightened until she felt she couldn't breathe...

Not this time.

For a few minutes he simply watched her, leaning against the doorframe as if he only had enough concentration for her and not enough to stand up straight.

She was in the center of the room on the mats, engaged in a slow and almost dreamlike T'ai Chi. Her cloak, belt and gloves were placed neatly on the floor in a corner of the room, her boots standing guard alongside them. The control she had over her body was evident in her movements, an almost impossible grace in everything she did. Her eyes were closed—she hadn't heard him come in, so focused was she. He was jealous for a minute of her center, of her ability to retreat so far into herself.

Robin had never done T'ai Chi. Its slow movements and meditative nature held no interest for his heated blood—or, it hadn't before. But watching Raven move called to something in him. He had never seen her look so calm, so at peace. Everything about her was suddenly simple and beautiful—the flat of the black she wore, the contrasting paleness of her skin, the soft spill of her hair. She seemed so easy to look at, like artwork; slender where she was supposed to be slender, curved where she was supposed to be curved.

Enchanted, he strode across the room to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Raven?" he whispered.

Raven twisted her arm through his, gripping his hand and backing herself up against him. With one swift move that took him completely by surprise, she had flipped him over her shoulder, judo-style. He ended on his back, stars blinking against his vision for a moment.

"Robin!"

Raven was suddenly kneeling at his side, checking him to make sure he was all right. He grinned up at her, a little embarrassed that she had managed to get the drop on him. "We have got to stop meeting like this," he joked.

She frowned, unamused. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have snuck up on me."

"I didn't mean to," he said as she helped him to his feet, one hand in his. "I was just coming in to work out for a while. I didn't know you were in here."

She sighed. "Maybe we ought to post a schedule outside the door. That way you won't have to worry about me being in here when you want to train."

Robin blanched, mouth tucking in at the corner. "We...don't have to do that. I mean, you know...I wouldn't mind sparring with you."

She blinked at him. "Have you lost it? You never spar with anyone." There was a touch of bitterness in her voice.

He answered that venom with a smile, remembering the strength singing through her arms as they'd grappled, her grace as she eluded him. It excited him to have someone who actually stood a chance of hitting back. "Maybe I could use a partner."

She still looked doubtful, but she raised her fists. "Do you want to spar now?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd teach me..." he said, in a voice that was slightly softer than his usual speaking voice, afraid she'd say no.

"Teach you? What could I possibly teach you?" she asked.

He gestured towards her. "That. The T'ai Chi. Can you teach me?" He shook his head and corrected himself. "I mean, will you teach me?"

Raven looked thoughtful. "If you really want to learn, of course. It's not hard—if you've got a little patience." She said the last with a wry smile. She was ribbing him, he realized.

He smirked at her, moving to stand beside her. If only she knew. "I might, at that. How do we start?"

"Watch me." She began again, slowly. Robin obeyed, trying to mimic her movements, but he found it difficult to concentrate and watch her at the same time. He kept misstepping, getting in his own way and at times her way as well. Raven quickly grew frustrated and sighed through her nose, running a hand through her hair. "No, no, no. This isn't going to work."

"I'm sorry." Robin himself was frustrated. Calm meditation just wasn't his thing.

"No, you can do it," Raven said. "You just have to concentrate harder—you have to feel it."

"Feel it?"

Exasperated, Raven seized Robin's hand in hers. Drawing him around her so that he was once again behind her, she slipped her hands through his so that he was lightly holding her wrists. "Stay there," she instructed. "Close your eyes."

It worked. Slowly, she moved, and holding her, he moved with her.

"Better," she murmured, urging him to step forward with his right foot, moving his arms in the corresponding wheel motion. "Better?"

"Much," he answered. "Is this...good?"

"Good," she sighed, abandoning herself to her movements once again and bringing him along for the ride. "Do you...understand?"

"I understand..."

He understood, yes, he understood everything...

There were no words for it. He knew they were still in the training room, still in Titans' Tower, still somewhere in the world, but without his vision, without his usual hyper-alertness, without the boundaries he and his own senses placed on it, everything was different. There was no sight, no sound, no boundaries, no world. Everything had changed.

He wondered vaguely if this was what it felt like to be in a coma, or in love.

His eyes fluttered closed without his conscious thought; he didn't need to see. Their breathing synchronized, her heartbeat shaking against his chest as she inhaled. He was aware of every movement, aware of her, all of her. He imagined he could feel the magic that ran through her, waiting just beneath her skin. He did know her, knew her better than anyone could—

Unable to help himself, he rested his chin on her shoulder, his cheek pressing to hers. She moved her hands, and by extension his, around to her front, close to her chest in a final move, an attitude of prayer. She did not shrug him off, but rather remained there a moment, suspended in his embrace.

"Yes?" he whispered hoarsely, unsure of what exactly he was asking, but she answered him anyway with a nod of her head, her cheek rubbing against his.

He tried again, his mouth suddenly dry, lips trembling. "Raven—"

A shriek interrupted.

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Both birds turned, startled. Raven pulled away from Robin, leaving him confused, alone, freezing without her.

The room was dim, somehow, as if he were wearing sunglasses—it was like he had been sleeping, in the middle of a dream, and the rude noise of the outside world had interrupted irreversibly. A profound, fearful sorrow ran through him—could he ever go back to sleep, finish the dream?

Raven's voice jarred him. He wasn't sure he remembered what sound was like. "It's Starfire," she said. "We've got to go see what's wrong."

"Wait—" He grabbed her arm, not sure what he was planning to say, just knowing that she must not go. She had to stay with him.

"Come on," she said, tugging on his arm. "This way."

Robin hesitated a second, eyes blurry, head aching. He realized that once again, he was chasing Raven. She was running from him.

Raven burst outside first, searching for the source of the shrieking. "What's wrong, Starfire?"

Starfire was practically dancing, uncaring that the early spring air was chilly or that the dying sunlight was painfully dazzling to the eyes. "Nothing is wrong! Everything is wonderful!"

"Where's the trouble?" Robin was hot on Raven's heels, sliding out the door on one foot and skidding to a halt next to the two girls.

"We're here, Star! What's going on?" Cyborg called, following a cheetah that morphed into Beast Boy upon arrival. Coming to a stop, Cyborg glanced at Robin sharply. "Why are you out of breath?"

Robin tried his best not to look guilty. "I was in the training room." Not entirely a lie. He hoped Raven wouldn't take it personally, but for some reason he didn't want the others to know what they'd been doing.

"Friends, it is the most glorious day!" Starfire trilled, pointing at something. "Look!"

Everyone did.

"Whoa!" Beast Boy chuckled. "Star, your flowers!"

"Well, I'll be damned," Robin said, smiling at the Tamaranean. "What did I tell you, Star?"

It was true. Starfire's flower seeds had apparently had a meeting and decided to bloom—all at the same time. Snapdragons crowded around the base of Titans' Tower like a frenzied rainbow.

"At sunset?" Cyborg wondered aloud. "How could that happen? Flowers don't bloom at night."

Robin frowned. Cyborg was right. He had been so distracted that he hadn't realized what time it was.

"Maybe Star fed the plants some of her Tamaranean cuisine," Beast Boy joked. "It'd be like steroids for them!"

"Friend Raven?" Starfire asked softly. "You look troubled. Do you not like my flowers?"

Everyone turned to the dark bird, who was blushing, her eyelashes batting as she stared down at the snapdragons. She turned her face to the Tamaranean, looking...surprised.

"Of course I do, Star," she said, eyes wide but voice genuine. "They're...they're beautiful."

Starfire grinned, spinning gracefully in midair to display her joy. "Oh glorious day!...Ah, night!" she corrected herself.

Raven continued to stare down at the snapdragons, and Robin managed to pinpoint her expression—fear. She was afraid of them for some reason.

"Whatsamatter, Raven?" Beast Boy teased. "They just call 'em snapdragons. They don't bite!"

Raven laughed, a short, high-pitched bleat of sound, her eyes wide. She covered her suddenly smiling mouth with one hand, dropping to her knees beside the flowers. She reached out almost helplessly to touch them, stroking the petals as if to make sure they were real.

"Whoa, Rave. Are you okay? You never laugh at my jokes," Beast Boy said amusedly.

Cyborg wasn't paying as much attention to one bird as he was to the other. "Robin? Are you okay?" he asked suspiciously.

Robin looked at the metal man, at the same time realizing he'd locked his arms around himself, as if he were cold.

"They're...lovely," Raven said, her monotone voice wondering, full of awe. "They're so beautiful."

Starfire didn't hear the soft shock in her friend's voice. She was just happy. "I am so glad they please you! Are they not all I said they would be?"

"Robin?" Cyborg gently shook the Boy Wonder's shoulder. "You didn't answer me. You okay?"

Robin blinked, as though he were coming out of a deep sleep. "What? Oh. Yeah, Cy, I'm okay. Have you seen Star's flowers?"

Cyborg chuckled. "Yeah. It's really something, isn't it?"

Robin's eyes were on Raven, who was bent over the snapdragons, breathing deeply as though it were the incense she loved so much.

"It certainly is," he murmured.

Raven was curled up on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest. She couldn't get those snapdragons out of her head.

For a minute she had thought Cyborg was going to figure it out. When he had mentioned the sunset, she had known for sure that the whole thing was her fault. The flowers couldn't have bloomed in the dim light without help.

And she had been in the training room when it had happened—cradled in Robin's arms.

She couldn't forget the feel of his hands on her. And she had known that he did have the calm in him—the control of those hands, those strong hands. She had seen those hands smash through walls, draw blood from his opponents, render his foes unconscious. How could such strong hands rest so lightly on her body?

His voice kept haunting her, all his questions, his endless questions. It was something she enjoyed about him—his constant curiosity, his lust for knowledge, his determination and cleverness in seeking answers to those questions.

"Everyone knows your powers act up when you're angry. How do they react when you're happy?"

The flowers, so beautiful...and she had never seen her powers do anything like that, never seen her own energy create something precious and lovely.

But how? It couldn't be because...

She had done T'ai Chi a thousand times before...just never with him, never so close to him with his arms around her and his breath hot on her neck. Like an echo, she heard him whisper to her. "Raven—"

"Raven..."

"Raven."

She blinked, sitting up on the bed. It had sounded almost real that time.

Someone knocked politely on the door with their knuckles. "Raven?"

Rising, she smoothed her black nightgown and walked slowly to the door, opening it carefully so that only her face peeked out. "What do you want?"

Robin was standing outside her door in sweats and a wifebeater, like he was about to go to sleep. In his hand was a bouquet of Star's snapdragons. "I...I came to say good night," he said. "And to give you these." He held the flowers out to her.

Raven eyed the flowers warily. They smiled back at her with bright colors. "What would I want with flowers?"

"You seemed to like them so much," he faltered, unsure of where her sudden coldness was coming from. "You couldn't take your eyes off them."

And lately you haven't been able to take your eyes off me, Boy Wonder!

Robin looked almost shy. If he had been any other boy, he'd have run his hand through his hair and shuffled his feet. "I thought maybe you'd want to keep some..."

Raven's confusion hit flashpoint. She couldn't take this anymore. The voices in her head began to whisper, an oh so familiar tune. Turn back, turn back, turn back...

"Flowers?" she heard herself ask in disbelief. "Why are you giving me flowers?"

Robin blinked. "...I don't know. I...I wanted to, I guess. They made you smile."

Raven frowned. They hadn't been the only thing that had made her smile—

—but she'd be damned if she'd let him know!

"Robin, what is this?" She was genuinely confused. "First you hate me, then you beat the stuffing out of me in the training room, then you do dishes with me, and now you're bringing me flowers? What is your point? What do you want?"

"Want?" It was Robin's turn to be confused. "Why do I have to have a point, Raven? Maybe I just wanted to do something nice for you, although I'm starting to forget why," he snapped, and that was good, that was safe. It sounded like the old Robin again.

The little voices in her head were getting louder. Truth or Dare, Truth or Dare, Truth or Dare!

Truth!

"You," she roared in the loudest voice that had ever issued from her small frame, "drive me—"

He waited, those masked eyes unfathomable but the twist of his mouth betraying confusion.

"Crazy!" Raven finished, poking a finger into his chest.

For a minute the air between them was thick. And then he reacted.

With a smile.

It wasn't a grin—it wasn't big enough for that. It wasn't arrogant; it looked nothing like the smile that he wore whenever they triumphed over a villain. There was no victory in his smile. It was oddly sweet, as if she'd told him exactly what he wanted to hear. She wished more than anything that she could see his eyes, see the light in them that shone from such a sweet smile.

Why was he smiling like that?

"Congratulations," she hissed. "You drive me crazy. Is this what you wanted? Does it make you happy to make me feel this way?"

She slammed the door in his face. To the untrained eye it looked like she simply wanted to get away from him as fast as she could—but it was because she didn't want him to see the tears glittering in her eyes.

Robin couldn't remember what sleep felt like.

Shadows danced across the ceiling above him, but he didn't hear the wind outside his window. All he could hear was her voice.

"You drive me crazy!"

He closed his unshielded eyes, drawing an arm over them as if blindness would also make him deaf to the voices in his head.

"Is this what you wanted? Does it make you happy to make me feel this way?"

Uncovering his face, he blinked at the ceiling once more. No, Raven, he thought. It doesn't make me happy to make you feel that way...

...but it does make me happy to make you FEEL.

Author's Notes:

I always liked snapdragons. They lend themselves totally to Starfire's particular brand of humor.

Raven's also reading a Daredevil comic in this chapter. I love Daredevil—I think he's awesome, but the reference is actually a smile for my friend Reg who'll probably never read this. She laughs at me for watching the Titans and reading comics, but she named Daredevil as her favorite, "because he's the most normal. You know, he's an ordinary guy superhero—not like Superman or anything." I agree with you, Reg—Daredevil is cool. (smiles).

The reference to Pamela Eisely—better known to us as Poison Ivy—is a reference and a smile for my sister, who watched Batman and Robin with me this week. We know it's definitely the campiest out of all the Batman films, but we can't help laughing at Ivy's jokes.

Next chapter: Robin's won his dare—but unfortunately for him, Raven will never tell him!

Unless, of course, he ups the ante...