Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans

Pairings: To clear up confusion and to avoid flames, this is a Robin/Starfire fanfiction, but it will eventually turn out to be a Robin/Raven   So if you're not a fan of Robin/Raven pairings, spare me the flames and just don't read the story.  I gained my fair share of flames from my last story when I asked nicely for none--and I do not wish for more of them. 

A/N: My reason for never posting pairings is because I wish to be judged as a writer and not technically who I write about.  If I can get a reader to think differently or to like or even consider a non-cannon couple--than I accomplished something as a writer.

zaknafien- I want to personally thank you for kindly voicing the words I wanted to say to my flamers.  Be happy to know you are one of the reasons I continue to writer, because of devoted reviewers like you.  Expect a chapter dedicated to you.  Much thanks again!

Not a Part of the Plan

Chapter Two

Raven sat at the edge of the wall of the roof. Her eyes were closed and her mind was slowly returning from deep mediation back into reality. It was cool sunny morning and there was a constant breeze that blew her hair and cape. It wasn't long before she heard the roof door open and shut. Exactly an hour had passed; despite how considerate Robin is he was also prompt when it came to timing.

"Aren't you scared of falling?" questioned Robin as he leaned against the wall.

"Only when I look down," Raven responded as she opened her eyes to see Robin smiling at her. "How'd your talk with Starfire go?"

"It was good," smiled Robin recalling the memory of him helping her cook breakfast. Snapping out of the reminiscing he glanced at Raven. "Oh, was I suppose to ask her out than?"

"That would have done much help, but 'no' you didn't have to," replied Raven as she untucked her legs from under her. "So what is it that you wanted to know?"

Robin simply shrugged as he turned around to lean his back against the wall. "I don't know. What does she like?"

"Mustard for one thing," Raven dryly answered as Robin glanced back her with a look. "Robin, you and I both know that Star isn't hard to please."

Robin lowered his head and stared at the ground. "I know. I just really like her and I want to make sure she knows that," he said under his breath.

Raven glanced behind her to look at him. With a sigh she turned her gaze to the sky. "She likes shopping, going to the movies and watching happy love struck flicks. She likes new things that amaze, captivate, and entertain her--like carnivals and fairs. She enjoys simple stuff as well, like watching the sunset and stargazing but you have to explain it to her for her to understand the beauty. Star likes to laugh and smile, she lives to be happy. That's all you simply have to do--just make her happy." Raven could feel Robin's eyes on her, but she refused to meet his gaze. She knew he wondered how she knew. "You can learn a lot from a person with mediation and small-talk alone."

Robin pulled his gaze away from her and stared up at the clouds in the sky. Truth be told, he didn't expect that kind of answer to leave Raven's mouth but it had been what he needed to hear. "A dinner and movie sounds nice. What do you think?" Robin glanced at Raven who met his gaze.

"Default dates are always nice," Raven answered, using his choice of words.

Robin raised an eyebrow as he smirked, "Default dates, huh? Is that what you girls call them?"

"That's what I call them," replied Raven, emphasizing the 'I'.

Her words gained his gaze, but she had her eyes locked to the sky. His thoughts reverted back to their conversation in the kitchen. 'I'm not most girls' he heard her say in his mind. Guilt filled inside of him and for some stupid reason only now he seemed to remember that the purple girl beside him is a half-demon cursed to bottle her emotions.

"She likes sunflowers," Raven spoke up through the silence as she slowly swung her legs, feeling her heels hit the side of the building.

"Huh?" Robin said, dumbfounded. His mind still stuck on what Raven said earlier.

"Her favorite type of flowers, are sunflowers," explained Raven as she glanced back at Robin. "I thought that maybe you might want to get her flowers."

"Yeah, thanks. Great idea," he smiled as Raven nodded her head. Buying a girl flowers, such a simple rule to dating and he didn't even think about it. He found himself looking at Raven who now had her eyes shut and her head downward. "What are your favorite flowers?"

Raven shot open her eyes and as she did, she quickly stood on the ledge and jumped down to the rooftop, her heart beating rather fast.

"Where are you going?" Robin asked as he stood up straight, Raven stopping in her steps, her back towards him. "What happened? Did I--"

"I looked down," Raven truthfully answered as she looked over her shoulder to Robin who seemed to let out a sigh of relief and a short laugh. "I was serious about the looking down stuff."

"Apparently," he replied with a nod, feeling like he just caught his breath as well.

"I think I'm going to get a bite to eat," Raven said, as her stomach quietly growled, gaining a smile from the masked leader. "Are we done?"

Robin nodded his head. "Oh wait." She paused in turned around and looked at him. "Should I ask her out for tonight?"

"I don't see why not," shrugged Raven, still wondering why he needed her help.

"Okay," Robin responded, feeling a bit more confident from before.

Raven nodded her head and started walking toward the rooftop door. Stopping in the center, she glanced over her shoulder at her leader. "Tell me how it goes."

Robin looked up with a smile. "I will." The spiky hair boy watched as Raven opened the door and he remembered. "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?" asked Raven as she turned around, pausing in the doorframe.

"You never told me what your favorite flowers are," Robin said with a small smile.

There was a pause. "Easter lilies, they're Easter lilies," Raven quiet answered. The question caught her off guard. It explained her eyes opening all of a sudden only to face the ground thousands of feet below her, striking panic within her.

She had expected their conversation to revolve around Star and she really didn't mind--it was a part of the plan. However, when she lowered her guards and seemed to find solitude in the morning breeze--Robin steered off the real order of things and asked her something that was . . . 'personal' was that the word? It was no doubtingly something no one else asked or knew, so perhaps it was personal to some extent.

He never recalled hearing or seeing that type of flower, but he nodded his head. A split second of silence passed before Raven bowed her head and disappeared down the staircase. His mind reverted back to the thought that plague his mind, 'asking Starfire out'.

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..to be continued..