I know the first chapter was full of run-ons, but this time, I'll try to make it better. Do you think it was also a little wordy? Anyways...Enjoy! ( I actually love writing this one and the Beast Within, so I have a feeling I am just going to work on those and finish the rest later. It is going to be easier)

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Knocking a robot down with his Bo Staff, Robin grinned triumphantly. Another one was headed his way, and he braced himself, ready to attack. But, as if commanded, the robot stopped, not ten feet away from the confused Boy Wonder. The mechanical minion turned, heading back to where a large group of robots gathered. He glanced around, seeing the same confused looks on his teammates. Wait! Where were Starfire and Raven? He glanced around, searching for them, but could not find them. His eyes snapped back to the gathering robots and he caught sight of a quick flash of light purple and dark blue. They have Star and Raven. He yelled out Star's name, but the army threw smoke bombs at the panicked crime fighters, blocking their view and filling their lungs with smoke.

Robin lifted his cape, covering everything but his eyes to protect his nose and mouth from the choking smoke, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the area the best he could. Grey smoke leaked into his mouth and he coughed, his eyes watering, blurring his view more, so the smoke now looked like water. Damn it! I can't see anything. Finally, the smoke cleared, allowing his now panicked eyes to search for his comrades. Please let me find them, he prayed.

But, the minions were gone, leaving no trace that they had ever been there in the first place. And Raven and Starfire were gone as well.

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Groggily, Starfire opened her eyes. Where was she? Was she still in the junkyard? Where was Robin? Then, she remembered, remembered being held down as the mechanical robots injected some sort of poison. She jerked up, but metal chains held her wrists down above her head. Do not panic. Do not panic. Robin will find me, wherever I am, he will find me. She tilted her head to look up at her arms, trying to see if it would be possible to escape. She could burn the metal with her eyes, but it would also burn her skin, so that was out of the question. She jerked her arms down to see if maybe she could pull the chains off, but the action only cut into her skin, tiny trickles of blood flowing down her arm. With a groan of frustration, she glanced around. Metal. Everything was metal. The walls, floors, the slab of metal she was lying on, and the machines that crowded the room. And the one above her head wasâ€wait, why was it above her head? What was it?

She sighed, jerking on her chains one last time.

"I see you are finally awake." She followed the voice, her eyes narrowed and glowing a bright green. "Slade," she hissed, following him with her eyes as he walked closer to her. When he was within five feet of her, she blasted him with her eyes, knocking him back.

He regained his balanced, his metal shoes gritting against the metal of the floor. He laughed, and she noticed a small remote in his hand. Her eyes narrowed, and she readied herself to hit him again, but he clucked his tongue. "I would not do that, my dear."

She ignored him and blasted again, but he easily sidestepped. He pressed the button on the remote. Agonizing pain shot through her as the table electrocuted her, sending, literally, white-hot heat through her. I will not scream. I will not scream. She grounded her teeth together against the pain. The shock of electricity did not last long, only about ten seconds, but she knew never to hit Slade again. That is, until she was away from the table.

Slade laughed. "I warned you."

"What do you want and where is Raven?"

He laughed again. The sound was starting to get on her nerves. "Your friend Raven is fine, just in a deep sleep. You see she is more trouble than you, for she could easily rid herself of the chains, unlike you." She glared at the insult.

"But, do not fret for you are of great use to me also. I need your strength and powers more than anything." She could only glare. She did not know what else to do but glare, fearing that if she pushed the wrong buttons, Slade would shock her again. She needed to think clearly, and when shocked, it was not possible.

Oh, she could not wait until Robin burst in, like the fairy tale romances she read at night. The knights in shining armor would ride atop a sleek stallion, sword raised above his head, vowing to rescue the woman he loved, even if it meant death. Robin might not burst in riding a stallion, or vowing to save the woman he loved, but she knew he would rescue her. And when he did, it would be like a fairy tale to her, sword or not.

She sighed, her mind wandering to a place where she was not tied up or having an arch nemesis watching her every move. What would it be like to have Robin kiss her? They had come close, but, still. When she first came across the word, she had been clueless, as usual, and did not want to disturb her friends. So, she thumbed through a dictionary, and read: kiss: to touch or caress with lips as an act of affection, greeting, ECT. She had wondered why a kiss would be of great importance, and had immediately asked Robin about it. Her lips quirked, remembering everything that had unfolded that night.

Lightly, she knocked on his door. "Robin?"

"Yeah, come in Star." She smiled, red dictionary in hand, and her mind working over the information. The door slid open and she stepped into the darkness. When the door closed, she was bathed in darkness, and her hand lit, so she could actually see where she was going.

"Robin, why must you reside in the darkness like Raven? Are you meditating?" She heard a deep chuckle, fumbling, and a dim light lit the room. She spotted him, relaxing on his bed, and apologized. "Oh, forgive my intrusion. I am sorry to disturb you in your slumber. I will come back when you are—"

He sat up. "It's fine. I was just thinking."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh." He gave a half smile. "You can sit downâ€that is if you can find a place." His room was cluttered with magazine clippings, devices, and a pair of clothes thrown here and there. But, she merely floated up, crossing her legs, and fingered the red dictionary.

"Robin, I have a question."

"Hmm?"

She was suddenly nervous, and did not know why. She was always asking him about earth's customs, but this time feltâ€awkward.

"I was reading the book of fairy tales and" No, that was not the right ways to go about it. "It said something" Again, wrong way. He raised an eyebrow, watching her think about what to say.

"Why is a kiss so important on your planet? How is it actually done? Why do people want to ever kiss? Is it some form of greeting, or mayhap mating? We have something similar on my planet, but when it is done, it is shown only when two people are greatly in love, and only then. Is that the type on your planet?" She took a deep breath, glad to get it off her chest.

It took him a minute to pick his jaw off the ground and for his mind to gear back up. She wanted to know about kissing?

"Iâ€umâ€you want to know about kissing?"

She smiled nervously. "Yes. I wish to know all about this 'kissing'. Can it be demonstrated?" Nowâ€now he was having trouble breathing.

"Uh, yeah, it can."

"Do you think you can be the one to demonstrate? Or is it like my planet?"

"No, no, it's not like on your planet." He rubbed the heel of his hand into his forehead. "But, how about I explain it first before the demonstration?"

"Oh, that would be most wonderful!" She waited for him to speak, wondering why he looked so embarrassed. "Are you not comfortable explaining this, Robin? I could always ask Beast Boy or one of the others"

His answer was so quick she jumped. "No! No, I can do this." He patted the empty space on his bed and scooted over so she could have enough room. She sat down, facing him, her legs crossed once again.

His face red, he said, "Uh, kissing, on this planet, can be gone about different ways." He would not face her as he explained. "There's the simple kiss, like when greeting someone, like a member of the family or a friend. Then there's the tender one, likeâ€umâ€between two people that like each other, maybe love. And then there'sâ€uhâ€um" He blushed, but turned to face her. "Then there's passionate, the kiss shared between, um, lovers, but it was much different from the friendly kind off kiss. Basically, kissing is like telling someone how you feel, whether it is gentle, rough, kind, loving. Sometimes it can be forced, but that's a whole different matter. Understand it now?" Oh, she understood, completely.

But, she still did not see how it could affect someone. "But, it is just the simple pressing against one's mouth with your own, correct?" He nodded, still pink from embarrassment at having to go into detail about kissing.

"How can a simple act strike love in someone? Is there a special feeling or maybe a connection when this happens? I am still confused." She sighed. She understood what kissing was, but not how it felt, or why people on earth enjoyed it so much. And, in the fairy tales, she could read about it, but no book she had read went in to detail about the feeling that ran through the body when kissed. "And how can there be friendly, tender, and passionate? Is there more ways then one to kiss someone?"

Robin had to smile at the confusion written across her face. There was only one way to cure her uncertainty. "Starfire." She glanced up at him, watching his eyes, thought they were concealed behind the mask.

He leaned in and she did not know what he was doing, or if she should do the same. But, he told her what to do quietly. Her heart was pounding and her stomach was fluttery, as if butterflies were dancing inside her. If she felt like this now, what would kissing him feel like?

He was so close now, that she could feel his breath whisper across her mouth. And he slowly leaned in, tilting his head and, his mouth was so close to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut. Were they supposed to? Was she supposed to keep the open? Then, his mouth only centimeters away from hers, his communicator buzzed. He pulled back, reaching for his communicator, and she had the sudden urge to pout, or throw a fit. But, when his eyes snapped up to hers, they were hard, drawn together in a scowl. She sighed.

"Slade." She gave a small nod and followed him out of his room, dejected. They had been so close to kissing. Ugh, and Slade just had to attack at that time. She never had the chance to find out what kissing was really about, but the heat that still flooded her was good enough. At least she knew he wanted to kiss her. He almost had.

And she flew into battle with her heart soaring.

She still wanted to know, but, now was not the time. If it were not for Slade, she would know what it was like to be kissed, by Robin no less. If she could only get her hands on him but that was not possible. Here she was, tied to a very uncomfortable table, not inches away from the man she wanted to strangle, and could do nothing about it.

She needed to let this anger out somehow. And, though it was wrong for a Tameran princess to use such language, she cursed Slade in her foreign tongue. He seemed startled when she started to mumble a language he had never heard, but was highly amused. This girl was highly entertaining. She seemed naive and innocent, like someone not from this planet should, but then she had a side that had yet to be unleashed. A side he planned on bringing out of this young girl.

When he would record Robin fighting, he would casually glance over at the other titan's to see how they ticked. He knew there strengths, their weaknesses, and it would defiantly come in handy. He knew how to rile the Goth up, knew how to bring Robin down, and he knew what would bring the red head to her knees. All he had to do was either use Robin against her, or Starfire against Robin. He had done both. When he had forced Robin to become his apprentice, he would occasionally use each teammate against him, not knowing that when he brought up the alien, Robin would bend liking a wilting flower faster than when he threatened his other teammates. Slade caught on fast; his mind latching on to the fact that Robin's weakness was Starfire.

So, the sooner he goes through his plan, the sooner Robin would be his. When he finally did get ride of the two women, more particularly Starfire, Robin would never fight out against him. He might be to heartbroken at first to do what Slade liked to call 'work', but it would not matter. He would be in control. He would, no, will win. So the minor set back would not be a problem.

Starfire watched him. What was he thinking? He was staring at her, yet not seeing her. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

"What do you plan on doing?" She could not help the grin that came on. He had seemed so startled.

But, he was composed just as fast as he was shocked. "Why, my dear—"

"Must you call me that?"

"My dear," he sneered, "you will just have to find out." She glared, then gave a deep sigh, her body slowly relaxing.

But when he walked closer to her, syringe in hand, her body stiffened and with all her strength, she tugged on the metal, ignoring the pain as the metal cut deeply into her skin. The chain, thankfully, was dislodged, and she was free. She was free!

But she never had time to ever jerk up. Slade pounced like a cat, syringe in mouth as he straddled her hips and held the chains down. Quickly, he held her arms down with one hand, reached for the syringe in his mouth, and grinned. "Why, this is actually comfortable."

She kicked her legs, aiming upwards, but he sat back on her thighs. She gave a sound of disgust, and glared, her eyes ready to knock him off. But, what he did next shocked her so much she froze in her escape to get away from him. He ripped her top, so her throat and bra were exposed, and grinned before sliding the long needle into her flesh, below the collarbone.

Her eyes went blurry and she heard his last comment before sliding into darkness. "I finally have something Robin wants."