Chapter One: Fallen Star
Part II: Explosive Emotions (Raven's Point of View)
I am never scared. That is a fact. When I saw Robin burst into tears over Starfire what I was feeling was not fear for him. I did not fear for his life because I do not fear. And Robin was not about to die from crying. And don't you dare tell me people die from broken hearts. Because they don't. Emotions come from the brain not the heart. The heart pumps blood. That is its purpose. No one can die because they're depressed. That does not happen.
I knew right away, as soon as Starfire disappeared through the vortex, we were going to have a problem. With Robin. He began running around looking for her, even though he knew it was completely pointless. After all Starfire was well into the future by now and time is an alternate dimension. I figured Robin was delusional. After all he practically worshipped the ground Starfire walked on. Robin could be very annoying with his obsessions including the whole Slade hunt. And Starfire was even worse. "Robin, are you wishing to ping the pong?" "Robin, would you perhaps enjoy a game of wrestling of the arms?" The whole thing with those two made me sick. Their little ring of emotions…uggh.
On the ride home, after our miserable defeat I rode in Cyborg's car. I did not say a word though, I simply starred out the window pondering a poem in my head as we passed buildings and countless other things.
Blood red, midnight black
Cruel fate, tumbling back
Spirits everywhere consume
Bring the fall, bring man's doom
I was having trouble concentrating on my poem by the lack of noise. Often times I had to tune out the endless annoyances of Cyborg and Beast Boy fighting, Starfire leaping for joy every time she watched a documentary and Robin blasting his pounding music. And now it was just quiet, too quiet for me to focus really, unless I wanted to meditate, but at the moment I was belted into the T-Car, so I doubted I could get into the right position. Right now Cyborg was concentrating on the road, however at the moment he looked distant. Deep in thought. Something I didn't know he was capable of. I bet anything he was thinking of Starfire. Sure, it was a bad thing that happened to Star but there was nothing we could do about it. Wishing was a waste of energy. They could not sit there and wallow thinking about poor Starfire.
An annoyed sigh escaped my lips as I glanced up at the full moon that was now set in the sky. My eyes searched the skies for as I tried writing another stanza to my dark poem. I closed my eyes to think. I waited a few moments, my patience running thin and then I growled in irritation. I turned my head around to see Beast Boy, because he had not responded to my annoyed grunt like Cyborg had with a weirded-out expression. He was not cracking jokes as he usually was. His expression was hard and cold, similar to the one I often wear. He was starring down at his green fingers and he too appeared to be concentrating on a certain thought.
I recall when our battle with Warp ended and we had finally got outside, I stepped into the car awaiting to leave. Beast Boy was dragging his feet towards the car. I starred at him a moment when he pulled the car door open and lifted his foot to get in. Beast Boy usually flew home with Starfire. I assumed he felt some…unbridled joy of flying as Starfire had said once. But today he was going to ride in Cyborg's car. Why? Did he no longer feel the unbridled joy of flight just because Starfire disappeared?
"What are you doing?" I said irritably. Every time Beast Boy got in the car with us he'd be telling us stupid jokes and it was all I could do from flinging him through the windshield. He looked up at me, as if he'd just seen me. He averted his eyes and starred at the ground.
"I'm too tired," he said lamely as he continued to climb in the back seat. "To fly," he finished sadly. I starred at him momentarily, pondering endless possibilities for his strange behavior. Top of the list: he missed Starfire. I turned back around in my seat and folded my arms as we waited for Cyborg.
Enough of reminiscing. It is absolutely pointless to explain about the past. For the moment I was starring out Cyborg's window. Robin was on his bike, starring ahead, trying hard to concentrate on the road. Every now and then I'd see him look back as if searching for something – make that someone and then turn his head back in disappointment. No doubt what he was looking for. Obviously he kept hoping somehow Starfire would magically fly up behind him and hug the living daylights out of him while she said, "Robin! I am so eager to be seeing you again! I am hoping you did not miss me too much!" But that wasn't going to happen. Who knows where Starfire was now? For all we know she could be a hundred years in the future starring at our tombstones crying her eyes out. She may have found her 'dearest' Robin had married someone. She may have found else or that Beast Boy married some young blond who betrayed and killed him. She could have found out that Cyborg fell apart and his spare parts were being used to make garbage trucks. Or even that I, in a fit of rage destroyed half the city. Or any number of things for that matter. The point is where she was she was the only one who could get herself back home. We could do nothing.
The ride home took much longer then usual. Was it the tension in the air? Or was it a physically longer trip? On the way there it didn't seem to take so long…perhaps it was the lack of human emotions that made this car-ride never-ending. In normal circumstances I would take this as a blessing. But something didn't seem right about taking joy after loosing my friend. But I know Star, she wouldn't want us all to cry over her. She'd want us to be happy, like she always is.
When we finally pulled into the Titans garage it was somewhat of a relief to me. All I wanted to do now was run up to my room, grab some dark novels and sad poems and read them until I fell asleep. As I was shutting the door to the car my eyes fell on Robin's back. He was leaning on his motorcycle, completely silent. He was in deep thought, but I could see when his body tensed that he knew I – well we had been watching him. Beast Boy and Cyborg had gotten out too, and they looked at his with solemn expressions. They knew, that as the leader Robin had to be strong and he was the one who had to get a grip.
Robin grunted upon meeting our glares and turned away from us. He began making his way towards the elevator. Wordlessly we jumped into action and blocked his exit to the elevators. He stopped and looked at us stunned. Cyborg was the first to speak.
"Man, Robin we know you're havin' issues. But stop getting angry at us! We all miss Starfire, but there's nothin' we can do about it so chill!" he said, taking a step forward to make Robin get the point. The stunned look turned to anger again, an he took an advancing step towards Cyborg.
"You don't understand. I'm upset because – because you guys don't even seem to care, it's like…I dunno. It's like you don't even care about her. Why am I the only one feeling like this?" he clapped his hand to his head as though he was having a headache.
"Robin, dude are you feelin' ok?" Beast Boy approached him, sensing that something was going awry in Robin's mind. Robin didn't answers just held his head tightly with both hands as though it were spinning in circles. He fell to floor and cried and cried. And I felt something, inside me – but it wasn't pity. Perhaps – sympathy for Robin? I couldn't put my finger on it, but seeing a friend of mine like this was really beginning to hurt on the inside. Like a new emotion had come into my being – I guess it'll wear a turquoise cape eh?
Before I knew it Robin screamed "Stop!" Cyborg and Beast Boy glanced at me, in hopes of calming him down. I began to approach his bent over form as I motioned for them to follow me. I put my hands on his back, and Cyborg and Beast Boy followed the same suit. He continued weeping there on the garage floor, until we were smart enough to realize we should take Robin to the hospital wing. Cyborg, being the strongest of us, picked up the weeping Robin and threw him over his shoulder. I looked at Robin wordlessly, the emotion building in my chest. I tried to suppress it – but being part human my subconscious mind. I gulped as Beast Boy and I followed Cyborg into the elevator.
"Of all the ones to go crazy, I always though Robin was the least likely," Beast boy whispered to me. I looked at him and nodded. "Me being the most likely?" I questioned. Beast Boy looked at me, startled, like perhaps I was going to blow him up if he said yes.
"No!" he began, "Not at all, I just meant – " but I cut him off. "I probably am." I said looking into his deep green eyes for the first time. "I keep my emotions stored away so I can fight 'evil' if you will. However, that isn't healthy. One day I just may explode." I said looking at him for one more moment, and then starring at my blue shoes. For the first time I think I felt – embarrassed?
"Oh Raven," he began. I jumped a little when I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. "I don't think you're crazy at all." And I couldn't help but smile. Never in my life had I felt the way I did then, I was glad I was alone with Beast Boy. I was a little afraid though. If I let these emotions get the better of me I just may blow something up. As we were reaching the hospital level, my head on instinct rested against Beast Boy's shoulder. He looked at me surprised – probably thinking – "Raven – is close to me – and not killing me for it?" but all I did was smile, which made him relax. I starred at Robin's hanging form over the back of Cyborg. And seeing him in such disarray made me say, "He must really care for her." Beast Boy looked at me a moment, but silently nodded his head.
When we finally got to the hospital wing, Robin was completely asleep. As we entered the solid white room, Cyborg gently laid Robin's limp form down on one of the steel stretches that were covered in white sheets. I approached Robin, and looked carefully at his face. He had been crying, I could tell because the strong lights on the ceiling were shining on the remainder of his tears. I don't think I had ever seen Robin like this. I mean he got pretty bad after that Slade incident – and even his Red X charade, nothing compared to this. I don't think I ever realized how much the cared – no how much he was in love with Starfire.
And I knew plainly Starfire felt the same way. She showed it much better than Robin did. Of all my experiences with her, I could tell. She never flat out said it – but she had hinted at it at certain times. Once she said, "Raven? May I ask you a question? Supposing I am feeling differently about one of my friends then I do towards my other friends? Is this normal?" I answered, "It depends on which friend," not looking up from a book of poetry I had recently discovered. I glanced at her when she didn't answer. I saw her bite her lip nervously – and search the room in case someone was there. "It is friend Robin…" she whispered, looking slightly ashamed. I think I may have almost smiled at her. "Yes Star," I said, "that is perfectly normal."
Another time she said, "Today is a most glorious today for so many things have happened! I convinced friends Cyborg and Beast Boy to watch 'The World of Fungus' with me. It was glorious, all though I do believe they were doing the 'grossed out'. And then I enjoyed an old Tameranian desert call Fingmoo Gelatin! It is most delightful Raven! And after that Robin and I talked of the splendors of – what he called um…mates of the soul yes? And it was even more enjoyable then – " I cut her off before she finished. "You talked about soul mates? You and Robin? How did that come about?" She scratched her head reluctant to say. "Well I had been watching the 'TV' and a marvelous show called – uh – "The Restless Young?" she inquired in confusion.
"You mean – 'the Young and Restless' Star? You were watching a soap opera?" I asked raising an eyebrow in intrigue.
"Oh yes! The Opera of Soap was most wondrous!" She exclaimed happily. "And in the show one man stated to one woman she was his – mate of the soul. I was then in search of someone who could tell me the meaning of the mate of souls and when I did not find a single person to explain your earthly culture to me – I wished to relax on the roof – which is my most favorite of all the Earthly places. And Robin had also wished to be there for that is where I found him – and I asked him "Robin – what is the mate of souls?"
"What did he say?" I asked growing more curious about the story. "I believe he said – that the mate of one's soul is the only being that can ever make one complete."
"And you said?"
"I said – Robin whenever I am around you I feel very complete. Does that mean you are my mate of the soul."
"And?" I said in surprise, that Star would flat out ask if she was Robin's soul mate. Then again – I don't think she really understood the meaning and plainly Robin did. Did she realize that more often than not soul mates are deeply in love?
"He said that no – it was most likely another feeling – such as friendship. And I tried to tell him Robin – I do not feel this way about my other friends – but he would not let me finish."
Countless other times Star would talk about Robin – how well he faired in battle or how kind he had been to her that day. I think for a long time I've known they were in love. If only they'd open their eyes and see it for themselves they'd both be a thousand times happier.
As I starred at Robin, I thought of all the things Starfire had said about him. I sighed to myself – considering my very emotional state. I knew I should be keeping my emotions under control, but it was getting increasingly difficult. My hands moved towards his face and my fingertips touched the corners of his mask. I figured it might be uncomfortable having his mask on while he was sleeping. I considered the fact that I had never actually seen Robin's eyes and I began to lift the edges up.
"Stop!" I quickly jumped back and let the mask remain on Robin's face at the sound of Cyborg's voice. I turned around and saw him walk through the door, white sheets in his hand. He marched over in my direction, and when he reached me he looked at Robin. "He wouldn't want you to take it off." He said quietly. I nodded understandingly. "C'mon now, let's start up the machines so we can find out if he's all right," he said leaving the extra sheets to hang over the stretched, as he walked over and started switching on the machines. I followed his suit and busied my self by turning on the machines in the Hospital Wing, they measure for blood pressure, diseases, cholesterol and all possible things that could be wrong with a person. While they began started up, I took a clipboard so I could record all of Robin's result and put them in his record. In Titans Tower we all had a medical history and we kept all our records in a filing cabinet by the door.
Beast Boy sauntered into the room, looking dejected as he dragged his feet against the white tiled floor. He slumped into a nearby chair and propped his head up with one hand. I looked sympathetically at him and move closer to him to offer comfort. It didn't last long though, Cyborg called over to me tell me he needed help hooking Robin up to the machines. I strode away from Beast Boy, but mid way to Cyborg I turned around to look at him. He was starring at me with dark forest eyes – saying something, but what I couldn't tell. I gave him a small smile before turning back and helping Cyborg with his work.
Hooking Robin up to the machines was no picnic. We had to place those small disk like structures all over him, and through our efforts he was constantly moving and struggling, most likely having a nightmare. As we were finishing up with attaching the wires to his skin, we heard him groan. It sounded incomprehensible at first, but he repeated it and I could tell he had said, "Star". I exchanged pained looks with Cyborg. I knew he was thinking the same thing as I, "He even dreams of her…"
After that Cyborg and I left him, and studied the screens adorning the Hospital Wing. I began writing down his results including percentages, numbers and I included my own analysis of the data. Meanwhile Cyborg was checking the remaining screens writing his own notes about them.
Heart rate appears to be normal, however on occasion jumps up due to the possibility of nightmare/disturbing visions. Most likely due to recent events that is putting stress on his frontal lobe which triggers all sorts of nightly visions. Possible remedies may include meditation, relaxing, reading etc. No sorts of physical activities should be engaged until further notice, I jotted upon looking at his heart rate.
During my note taking of Robin's heart rate, I felt my eyes wander over to Beast Boy. The poor guy, he was sitting in the chair all by himself his face in his hands. I took a step towards him but then bit my lip and look back at the screens. I knew I couldn't go comfort him now I had work to do. But then I looked back at him…and I felt like I had to do something, which is so very uncharacteristic of me. I felt Cyborg approach me and and rest his large metallic hand on my shoulder.
"Go on now," he said pushing me forward a little. "I can take care of this." I looked back at his, questioning look in my eyes. "Are you sure?" I said, not wanting to hoist all the work onto Cyborg's shoulders. "I don't have to if you need – " he cut me off.
"BB needs you more right now," he said looking at his depressed form. I nodded, and thanked him silently with my eyes. I then started over towards Beast Boy. I don't think he heard me approach him because he did not acknowledge my presence. "Beast Boy?" I said quietly. He jumped from his position and looked up at me surprised.
"Hey Raven," he said, he said turning away from me. Was he too proud to accept comfort from me? That wasn't like him. "Beast Boy," I repeated. "May I – sit down?" I said looking away, hoping he wouldn't say no. He starred at the floor moment, and then at me. "Yeah," he said shifting over in his chair. "Of course," he said as I began lowering myself into the space he had provided. I then spoke.
"Beast Boy, I know you're worried and I'm worried too – " I began. "About Robin," but as I said 'about Robin' he said 'about Starfire'. I looked at him in confusion and he looked at me the same way. Could he possibly have feelings for Starfire too? Great two titans were head over heels for her. After all she was prettier then me and more friendly. But did I have nothing to offer? I shook my head. Love is silly, I told myself. I was being silly. After all the times I told the others I had to restrain my emotions – I wasn't doing it. I had to maintain control of them right this minute.
"So what?" Beast Boy said, breaking my chain of thoughts. "You – you have a thing for Robin?" I looked up at him in astonishment. He thought I had feelings for Robin! And I thought he had feelings for Starfire. I had jumped to an assumption with little to no evidence. The basis of my argument was on two words. I felt rather ridiculous. But surely, he had thought similar, so was it really outlandish for me to be thinking that? "No!" I said immediately, "I thought you were – " I began trying to think of the phrase I was looking for. "uh - sweet on Starfire." I rolled my eyes. I must have heard that from Cyborg. His expression now matched my expression. "What? Are you crazy? Robin likes Star! I could never – no way!"
"Well," I said in my defense. "Starfire has feelings for Robin and I would never do that to her!"
"Well 'scuse me Raven!" he said. "it's just you said how worried you were about Robin – " "Yeah!" I interrupted. "And you said you were worried about Starfire!" Beast Boy opened his mouth to retort. "Yeah I guess I did say that – but really, I don't feel that way about Starfire. She's a great friend and all – but I could never think of her like that."
"Yeah," I agreed, "Same with Robin and me." Beast Boys eyes came up to meet my own and he searched my eyes for some trace of perhaps insincerity? But surely he must know I could never have feelings for Robin. After all he was my teammate – like my brother. Two people as close in personality as us could never have a successful relationship. What Robin needed was a balance to his serious dark persona. He needed someone who was constantly happy and optimistic to level Robin's serious look on life. That's why he and Starfire turned out to be perfect for each other. And then I considered Beast Boy probably couldn't love Starfire for the same reason I couldn't love Robin. He needed balance too. Starfire was far too happy and smiling all the time for Beast Boy. He needed a serious person to make his life steady and equal. Perhaps someone…like me?
As thoughts brewed in my head, I turned away from Beast Boy. I had a feeling he knew what I was thinking, even though I couldn't think of how he could manage that. He must have sensed my uneasiness because he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Raven?" he asked, speaking softly. I bit my lip but I didn't turn around. "What?" I asked trying not to let any emotion slip into my voice. "Tell me what you're thinking," he said. I turned around to meet his gaze, somewhat shocked at what he said. Tell him what I'm thinking! Tell him I'm thinking that we could possibly ever be right for each other. I sighed to myself.
"I'm thinking about the Titans. I'm thinking about Robin and Starfire. How this will effect Robin? Is Starfire alive? Will she ever come back? Can we possibly hope to defeat villains with one titan gone? I'm thinking about Cyborg too. Will he act any differently? Is it possible with Starfire gone that this whole place could become a beacon of pain and suffrage. And I'm thinking about….us…" I finished, dropping my eyes to my hands. He said nothing for a moment, but I sensed he was studying me. "What about us?"
I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the emotions that were running wildly about my brain. "Nothing," I said, as I exhaled. His grip on my shoulder tightened. "No," he said. "Tell me." I closed my eyes and tried to explain my thoughts. "I'm thinking why Robin and Starfire are so right for each other. Its because they balance each other out. He's serious and she's playful, together they make a perfect balance. And I was just thinking that we…" I trailed off, not wanting to continue any further. However he persisted. "We what?"
"We may have a similar balance," I said in one breath, feeling stupid as I said it. I turned to meet his eyes. They were starring at me, wide with disbelief. I'm assuming he never thought it possible that we could be together. But truthfully, neither had I. But we couldn't, we were Titans. We had no time for frivolous things such as crushed. That just wasn't done. I put a hand to my head to calm myself. Beast Boy opened his mouth to say something but all of a sudden the lights in the hospital wing all went out and pieces from the exploded light bulbs flew into the air. I knew this had been my fault. I quickly got to my feet and walked towards the exit. Feeling embarrassed like never before. My hands were buried in my face and I didn't even hear Cyborg's startled sound when we were plunged into darkness. I didn't hear Beast Boy call my name either as I was heading out the door. When I finally heard him call my name, after who know how many times I was in the doorframe. I stopped momentarily and leaned up against it trying to recall what I had just done.
My halt had given Beast Boy a chance to catch up with me. He caught my shoulder and I gasped sharply. "Let go," I said stubbornly, shrugging off his hand. "Please," I said, feeling my voice crack. Tears were welling up in my throat and I was completely unable to control my emotions. Everything was going to come out. Remorse for Robin, remorse for Starfire, the complexity between Beast Boy and me, and everything else I had stored away and bottled up. I let it go completely. Tear poured out of my eyes and around me I heard things crashing but I could stop. I felt someone's arms wrap around me and my sobs turned into sharp ragged breaths. I began calming down. When I opened my eyes it was still dark and I could hear no noise. I craned my neck to see that Beast Boy was holding onto me, his face buried into my back. Had I scared him?
Upon hearing the silence around us he slowly lifted his head up and I sensed he was looking around for some source of light. I then felt his gaze fall upon me. He reached out for my hand, and it was amazing how easily he was able to find it in the dark. He began to rise and he lifted me to my feet. As I rose to my feet I heard Cyborg's voice break the silence. "Yo, I'm gonna go find some spare light bulbs now, ya'll. Don't move," I could hear his metal shoes tap against the floor as he approached it. Suddenly a blinding light came out of nowhere that forced me to recoil from it. It had been a light from Cyborg that was conveniently located on his shoulder and he had just switched it on to find his way towards some light bulbs.
After my eyes slowly adjusted to the newfound light I looked up at Cyborg. He was grinning slyly at us. He was getting that look, that look he often gave Robin and Starfire. I quickly observed my close proximity to Beast Boy and I jumped aside. Cyborg chuckled and then proceeded out the door while saying, "Yeah whatever, Raven."
We were then plunged into darkness again, watching Cyborg's retreating form. I was breathing hard for several reasons. I realized that this sudden outburst was so unlike me and that I really couldn't do that again. I had to get a grip. Losing a titan was bad but reacting like this would not help the situation.
"Raven," Beast Boy's startled me slightly seeing as I nearly jumped a few feet into the air. "What?" I said trying to regain my normal emotionless stature that I had lost moments before. I heard him inhale. "Listen, you didn't give me a chance to talk. So I want to tell you what I'm thinking." He paused a moment, to collect his thoughts. "I want to tell you that its ok…Robin will be ok, I'm sure Starfire is ok, Cyborg is ok and we'll be ok. You'll be ok. It's…all right to cry Raven, its something I've wanted to do all night but wasn't man enough to do so. And I think it was harder for someone like you who…doesn't much care for emotions to let that sadness out. And that was…ok. When you're feeling upset let it out. Talk to me, because if you don't you may end up hurting someone. And remember I'll always be there."
He stopped there and let me sit (or rather stand) in silence for a moment. I didn't quite know what to say. His voice sounded so different, so mature? It was like he was a completely different person when he was serious. It was like he had aged right there in front of me though nothing physical could be noticed.
Before I said anything he said, "And I think you're right Raven." All though he could not see, I looked at him with curious eyes. "About what?" I replied. "About balance…Robin and Starfire have it. And just maybe we could too."
Before I could reflect on his words I could hear Cyborg's feet rhythmically clanking against the floor and his light caught the corner of my eye. As he approached us he shouted, "Hey guys! Found the bulbs! All ready to put some light back in our lives." As he entered the Hospital Wing I could see under his light that his arms were full of light bulb boxes. He stopped in the center of the room and placed the boxes on the floor.
"Yo BB! I need some help over here." Beast Boy hastily walked to his side in order to aid him. I leaned up against the wall in order sort my thoughts out. Had Beast Boy just…said that we could possibly – I could have sworn I was dreaming. Normally I would have easily helped Cyborg with the lights being that I could easily lift the bulbs to their sockets with my powers. I was skeptic about using them since I had just let them run wild. I decided to just let the boys be boys. I sunk to floor and watched them fumble with the light bulbs.
It appeared that Beast Boy needed a step ladder in order to reach the ceiling lights, so Cyborg send him to work on the table lamps, things he could actually reach. As he was screwing in a bulb he must have sensed my uneasiness. He called to me, and said he wanted to talk. I shrugged and said I'd rather not get up, I was a bit exhausted. He then stopped his work on the lights and came over to me and sat down.
"Yo Rae, it's all right. I know how you're feeling right now. About Robin and Star. And if it were me, I'd be blowin' stuff up too. Don't worry, I'm sure everything's fine. And if it's not, then its no big deal. I'm sure I can repair anythin' that was broken. I'm the master of machines," he said with a chuckle. I smiled lightly, appreciative of sympathy. Which was odd, I had not often accepted that sort of thing. But right now, it was something that I needed.
"Thanks," I said. "Now get finished with those lights." With that, he got up and returned to his work.
After Cyborg had gotten new bulbs for the lights I stood up and observed the damage. Not too bad. A few stretchers had flown across the room and they made a few indentations on the walls. Sheets were spread across the floor haplessly. The filing cabinet had been tipped over and files poured all over the floor. Luckily Robin's stretched had only been pushed over slightly and almost all the machines were still functioning. However, like Cyborg had said, he was a master at machines and would have them fixed in no time.
The three of us began cleaning up the mess I had made. Cyborg went back to work on the machines and Beast Boy and I were picking up and straightening the pieces of furniture that had fallen over. It didn't take to long for Beast boy and I straightening the chairs and stretchers. The hard part was organizing the files that had scattered across the floor. Beast Boy didn't even know how to arrange them, so I sent him on his way to do some odd jobs. When he had finished he slumped in the chair he had occupied previously, that is before my little…outburst. My ordeal with the files had taken about an hour and forty-five minutes. Cyborg had finished a little early to help me with them. When we were finished it was about 2:15 in the morning. I sighed, rising from my sitting position on the floor and made my way towards the chair. Beast Boy automatically shoved over a little to give me some room. He could probably see the need for sleep in my eyes.
As I descended into the chair, I could feel Cyborg's and Beast Boy's eyes upon me. I had the feeling they were going to give me that, "It's ok to be upset sometimes," speech. Before they could I interrupted them. I rose to my feet and took a long glance at both of them.
"Listen," I began, taking in a deep breath. "I know what you guys are going to say. You will tell me that it's ok to feel bad sometimes, that it happens to everyone. Well I am not everyone. It is not ok for me. I appreciate your concern, however my emotions are very dangerous. If I hadn't gotten a grip when I had, I might have severely hurt Robin, or either of you. And speaking of Robin, I'd rather you not tell him about this. He'll think it was his fault that I blew up in an emotional rampage. But it wasn't, it was mine…"
Author's Note: This chapter was going to be a lot longer but I decided to split it into two separate parts, which means the next chapter will be Raven's point of view again. Besides I kind of liked the way it ended. Anyway A couple of thanks are in order yes?
Amy: I'm really glad you liked it. Robin was hard to write, but at least you think it came out decent. Thanks for the review.
bOb the bUilder': Hah, nice name there. Thanks for the amusing review.
x.StArFiRe.x: Well I guess great minds think alike.