It was several days later that Robin had allowed Raven to finally return to her room. Upon returning to the darkness, Raven felt very relaxed. Beast Boy had helped Cyborg and Robin take care of her. She was grateful for his concern, but did he really have to walk her back?

"Are you sure you can do this, Raven?" he asked, looking at her with worry in his eyes.

"Yes, Beast Boy," she said, almost darkly. It was the twentieth time he'd asked her and it was wearing down her last nerve.

"Rae…" he started, but stopped when he received a dark look.

"I am fine, Beast Boy," she repeated. Giving him a dark look, she added, "I can go the rest of the way alone." He stopped moving as her steps quickened.

"I'm just…worried about you," he murmured to the empty corridor. "Can't I just be worried?"

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Robin was in his room, sitting quietly on his bed. Why? Why was Beast Boy interested in Raven! Robin knew why he was interested in her: she was intelligent and beautiful. Her cynical humor was highly entertaining as well.

But Beast Boy!

The boy wonder sighed darkly. His little green friend was…interesting to say the least.

"Robin…?" Starfire called out softly, knocking on his door gently.

"It's open, Star," he sighed, head in his hands.

"What is the matter, Robin?" the alien-girl murmured softly as she glided into the room.

"It's nothing…"

"It would not be 'nothing' if you were not crying. Robin," she begged, "please tell me what is the matter?"

He looked at her. He was not wearing his mask, his cape lying next to him on the bed. Blue(1) eyes met green-yellow, painful hurt unmistakable.

"Robin…" she murmured. Gently she wrapped her arms around him, holding him as a mother would hold her hurt child. "It is okay…" she murmured as he lost himself to tears.

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Cyborg stared at himself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. "What am I doing?" he asked himself absently. He'd just finished taking a shower and oiling his mechanical joints. In a moment he'd be off to pick up Mystic for their date.

'No,' the mechanical teen thought with a frown. 'Its only dinner.'

Who are you kidding, Cyborg? a voice laughed in his ear. He looked around for the owner and found no one.

"Who and where are you?" he asked, his arm quickly changing into his sonic cannon.

I am you, Cyborg! the voice laughed. A hand-sized pressure seemed to weigh down on his cannon, seeming to make it change back into his hand. Just listen to me. When he didn't make signs of wanting to leave—or move for that matter—the 'hand' let up and the voice continued. Cyborg, you are fooling your self again. Do you like this girl? He nodded his head. And you agreed to go to dinner with her, right? Again, he nodded. Then, would you call this a date or just "dinner"?

"A…a date…"

Good boy. The 'hand' patted his head. Now, don't you think it's time to pick up Mystic? The teen nodded again. Numbly, he stood and shuffled out of his room.

It was only when he was out side his door did he realize someone, not his mind, had talked to him. "What the…"

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"Very good, my apprentice," the voice of her master murmured on the laptop screen before her. She smiled and bowed her head.

"I learned from you, master," she murmured, her hair falling into her face as she smiled slightly.

"I am very impressed. The mechanical one seems to like you very much."

Her smile widened. "I have given him no reason to not like me." A quick rap at her door startled her away from the laptop before her. She bowed to the screen and quickly shut it. "Yes?" she called to the door.

"Um, Mystic?" It was Cyborg. She looked to the laptop, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

"Go on," her master murmured, so quiet it was barely heard over the hum of the laptop, his voice laced with amusement. The girl nodded, closed the notebook and opened the door. The mechanical teen stood there, shuffling his feet nervously.

"Hello, Cyborg," she said, smiling widely. "What do I owe this honor?"

"You wanted to go to dinner earlier, right?" He sweatdropped and extended his arm. "I'd be happy to escort you…"

She smiled and took the offered arm, looking up at him closely through her long, dark lashes.

This was going to be fun, she decided, resting her cheek on his upper arm as they walked out of the tower.

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Everything on her body hurt. Her mind was pounding an erratic rhythm in her head, her arms felt like they'd been torn off her body at least five times and reattached in the most painful ways. Her legs felt like ten tons of lead were strapped to each ankle, and her lungs burned with some inner fire that—to tell the truth—was no where close to being "loved" or "happy".

"Ms. Cassie," the drill instructor snapped after the millionth time the girl fell over her own feet. She shied away from the man as he approached her. Steamroller stepped behind her, blocking her from moving any farther. "What is your problem today, girl?" he growled, kneeling down in front of her and grabbing her chin roughly in a single hand.

She made a small whimpering sound, trying—vainly—to pull away. "I-it…" she started to say, but the instructor's face snapped and he slapped her. She landed with a dull thud about five feet away from the rest of the group, a small whimper escaping her lips before she passed out from the pain.

The instructor's face still darkened with anger, he snapped, "Someone take her to the infirmary!"

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A/N: Okay, not a large update…but yeah. I didn't want it to stretch out or anything, look forceful or what not… -shrug- I like it though.

I wanna see how many of you can actually guess why Mystic is named "Mystic". C'mon. Just let me know.

Let's clear up some things from the first few chapters with answers to the reviewers!

I gave spiecas a warning in the last chapter…

Raven of the Shadows of Azerath: thank you very, very much.

"Me": I will. Promise! This is one fic that WILL NOT go down the drain!

Chica De Los Ojos Café: Thank you! I'm very proud of it… Didn't think my very first TT fanfic would go far, but –shrug-yeah… -grin-

Febreese: Again, thank you! I agree wholeheartedly—as one can see with my last chapter…

Dark16angel: Again, thank you!

LightCrow: Thank you! Your fic was awesome! I hope you can see the second chapter soon…

Alright everyone! That's all for now! We'll see you again sometime next week maybe! –waves-

-Maz and her posse-
Sofia, Jurai, Zuki, Hiro, and Vincent.

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(1) Blue. I honestly don't know what Robin's eye color is, if he has one. I chose blue, why? Because blue is da sexeh.