Well, I'm back and horribly terrified that this story will be removed. Please, Please, PLEASE don't hurt me, nice fanfiction staff! Oh, and one more thing. If you like what I write...maybe you will like what I like, and here are two stories that I really, really like. The Only One Who Knows Me, by Furubafun24 and Silent Ashes, by Tifereth Kantrishakrim. Go read them, it will be more than worth it!

jambey: LOL thanks, I had fun making Beast Boy a butthead...and it fits with the story, so hey. All righty then, anything for a buddy! ...does this mean we don't get to have a game of tag with your assasins? -pouts-

King Cheetah: LOL maybe...

Mina: Yeah...enough is enough, everybody has a breaking point. LOL hey, what's wrong with that? I'm honored that you liked the new chapter...and your raerob one-shot was awesome! More? Pweez? Yeah, she needs some alone time. LOL thanks, I liked that too.

Water81: Yeah...I guess...I suppose what I'm saying is I would never write it, and my personal feeling is that it's wrong. But I acknowledge that a lot of people don't feel that way. It's pretty hard not to have something that someone else has written...the ideas were my own, so if they sound like other things you've read, it's a coincidence. Glad you like it...and we'll see.

Inuyasha's Lady: Thanks:)

Unforeseen: I'll do my best.

Darkofthenight: Sorry it took so long.

mysti-eyed: Okie dokie.

otakualways: LOL yes indeed. We'll see about that one...he's already looking pretty rough.

Reggie Tuesday: Sorry dude, that's a bummer. Oh, how mistaken you are on that one! Artemis and I go waaaay back.

Spunksterdawg: Happy twist...I'll get to work on that...but I'll need some time. Bear with me.

finalitylife: LOL yeah...must have felt really good. Yeah, it sucks...I enjoyed exploring that side to her. Thanks!

HappyGoAnime: Hmm...as long as I have ideas and you guys like it, the story will go on. Glad you liked it.

Tinkerbell: No prob. Happy ending? We'll see. Uh...should I lie and escape your wrath or be truthful and get the silent treatment? Yeah I'm out of school. We start like September 20..around there. Yeah, hopefully they don't close it...if they do, I'll have to start fresh. Reupload everything and just take out the song lyrics, but I'm really hoping they don't do that.

The Titans Fallen Angel: Wow, I'm flattered. Thank you so much for reading:)

YoukaiTenshi: LOL good, cuz I don't. Sorry it took so long.

Reggie Tuesday: LOL I'll see what I can do. Whoa...yeah he is one of those, and he's certainly barf-colored. Lol.

raerob4eva: -bows-

A Titans fan: Wow, thanks! I will continue as long as people like you continue to read and review. Thanks so much!

dragon: Glad you like it!

Angel Vanilla: Yeah, they are all awesome. Ew...it was nasty...it's basically the same concept of Poison Ivy's sparkly junk...pheromone or w/e. Thanks!

DeathIsOnlyTheBeginin: Hmm...you will probably see in a little while. I'll work it in somewhere. I know...I started reading one of your stories, and it was good! I usually don't review till I get to the end...and then I had the last couple weeks of school to worry about...but now school is out so I will definitely come check it out. Don't feel guilty, I want to read them...so far I just haven't had time. Glad you like the story!

Kitsune6: Thanks. Hmm...I'll do my best...but I love angst. It's a weakness. Well, it's only been that way for two chapters so far, but ok. Glad you like it.

Couple hours after the last chap. I DO NOT OWN THE SONG ONLY ONE, BY YELLOWCARD! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!

Right, left, kick, back; right, left, kick, back; right, left, kick back.

A long streak of dried blood spidered down one side of his face, painfully obvious against the unnatural white of his skin, pale despite the rivers of sweat creeping down his back and flattening his hair to his skull. Robin did his best to fill his mind with that simple chant, block out all stupidity and weakness, kill the memories, but it wasn't enough. He pushed harder, his muscles screaming and his head pounding with the pressure; right, left, kick, back; right, left, kick, back. Still not enough.

Broken, this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces

"Raven? I'm not giong to just go away. I don't care what happens! ...Raven? I..."

"Please, just go."

And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason

He swallowed hard, a large and extremely violent monster trying to claw its way out of his throat and eyes as they burned a warning. No! Anything but that! He had already made a complete idiot out of himself, and now he was going to be a sniveling, stupid, weak...

Robin screamed, let it all out in one long burst of frustration, pain, regret, anger...loneliness. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his fists, bit his lip, desperately fighting that word, that feeling...that essence. But Pluto can hardly forget the sun, no matter how hard it tries.

Raven.

"Listen, I know it seems horrible now...but in time, it will fade. It will heal, Robin."

Raven.

"It's good to see you...alive again. You had me worried for a while there."

RAVEN.

"It...it doesn't have to be this way. For you, or for me."

RAVEN!

"Thanks, Robin. I had a nice time."

RAVEN!

"I can't, Robin. Just...just go! Now!"

Robin lashed out at the punching bag blindly, blinking furiously and swallowing over and over again. He couldn't breathe...his body was broken.

I feel so broken up
And I give up
I just want to tell you so you know

"No," he growled, giving up on the punching bag to almost claw away the tears, vainly attempting to stem the flow. He swallowed hard, trying to stop the violent shaking in his weakened and pain-filled body. His very skin was crawling, his stomach churned nautiously, his teeth chattered with an unexplainable cold. He felt so small...so lost...so helpless. Stubbornness could only last so long, pretending could only do so much. The tears fell, the shaking persisted, and his legs gave out on him, too exhausted and abused to serve him any longer. "Either fools fall in love or love makes a fool out of the most intelligent of men." In this case, Bruce was right on both counts. Just the sight of Raven scattered all his wits, a combination of an unexpected drop, fingernails on a chalkboard, and the exhileration of a high-speed chase leaving him a stuttering idiot. It was stupid, it was hopeless, but it was true. He loved Raven, and there was not a darn thing anyone could do about it...not even Raven herself.

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one

Robin leaned back against the wall, his legs stretched out in odd directions and his hands lying carelessly at his sides. Why was he so stupid? What had made him think that this time would be any different? It was always fine and dandy until he opened up and spilled out his idiotic feelings...that's when they backed out, pulled away, rejected him so fast it made his head spin. Sure, they would go get pizza with him, they would talk to him, they would ride a ferris wheel with him, but when it came to love, he just wasn't the right guy.

"You idiot, that's not true! Raven is nothing like Starfire!"

Was that true? She had led him along and dropped him, just like Starfire did. But then...Star had never kissed him...

"Raven didn't kiss you! You kissed her, agaisnt her wishes!"

Raven had tried to stop him, but...he had felt so sure that this was what she wanted, so certain that he saw love in her eyes, and hadn't she kissed him back?

"You were too wrapped up in yourself to notice."

Humiliation burned in the pit of his stomach. What must Raven think of him now? She had trusted him, she had confided in him, and this is what he did to repay her? What a jerky thing to do!

But somehow...he couldn't help himself. It was the lighting, that was it; the way the darkness made her eyes shimmer and glow with a radiance all their own, the way the tears sparkled on her cheek or tangled in her long lashes. It was the way she looked at him, like she was seeing straight through to his soul and loving it in spite of its darkness. He couldn't help himself.

I'd let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Eventually, sleep claimed the weary warrier, enveloping him in its darkness, screams, blood...and all the while, a pair of amethyst eyes burned into him, so near and yet so utterly unattainable.

Screeching...horrible, hideous screeching...the screams of Hell...

"Robin!"

Slowly the room came into focus, and the screams became the wails of a siren as the dream slowly died, leaving Robin breathing hard, sweat running down his face. He swallowed, mouth dry as dust, and ran his fingers through his soaking wet hair, trying to calm the wild beating of his heart.

"ROBIN!"

He jumped, fumbling for his communicator. "H...hello?"

"Where are you, man? Can't you hear the siren?" Cyborg's face swam before his eyes.

"I'm coming," he said, then flipped the top down. The Earth didn't fall of its axis. Time stops for no man.

Robin stood, feeling unsurprisingly sore as he limped for the door. He probably looked like the Living Dead, but there was no time to clean up, and truthfully, he didn't much care.

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long

Robin did his best to focus on the screen and read the long streams of information as they raced past his tired eyes, but none of it really sank in.

"Uh...Robin? What's the situation? Shouldn't we get going?"

"Wha...Oh. Y-yeah." He shook his head, blinking to clear his vision. "It's a robbery, down on Seventy-third. Shouldn't be too difficult." He turned away from the computer for the first time in minutes to lock eyes with the last person he wanted to see at the moment. His stomach lurched, but this time there was no exhileration, only pain. Those were the same eyes from his dream, and they pierced right through him just as they had then. Raven looked away, clearing her throat and twisting her pale white hands, and Robin told his legs to move, told his heart to beat, told his brain to forget about it. There was a job to do, regardless of what he wanted. This was his life... What a depressing thought.

Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone

"Yo, Rob. You sure you're ok?"

Robin snapped back to reality again, slightly surprised to find himself in the T-car; he usually took his bike. Cyborg was staring back at him from the driver's seat, concern plain in his human eye. Robin noticed with a hollow sadness that Raven was sitting in the passenger's seat, staring out the window determinedly, while Starfire and Beast Boy were squeezed as close to the door and as far away from him as possible, whispering in low voices and darting furtive glances in his direction. One of the changeling's eyes was purple and swollen shut, his nose bruised and twice it's usual size. He didn't feel guilty, but then he wasn't pleased either. What did it all matter? All he could see was Raven's back, turned on him...maybe forever.

"Robin?" Cyborg craned his neck around, his eye giving Robin the once-over. Apparently his appearance did nothing to reassure the hybrid, judging by his frown and furrowed eyebrow.

"I'm fine." He was surprised at how calm and unaffected he sounded. Good. The last thing he wanted was for Raven to know just how much she had hurt him. "Keep your eyes on the road."

Cy shook his head and sighed, but he did as he was told. Robin glared down at his hands, trying to ignore the fact that Raven was ignoring him. He didn't care. It didn't matter. He was fine. "Great. So now you're an idiot, a jerk, and a liar." With one last glance at the back of her head and a painful observation of the way her hair glistened in the early morning sunlight, Robin allowed himself to slip deep into his mind. As unpleasant as that was, it remained far better than the truth.

And something's breaking up
I feel like giving up
I won't walk out until you know

Seventy-third Street was in utter chaos. The roads were so packed with panicked civilians that Cyborg had to stop the car and let them out. After fighting through the crowds for a good three blocks, the cause of the disturbance became painfully clear. A group of thugs, waving guns and clubs, were running through the crowd, herding them down the street and away, conveniently enough, from the jewelry store, where their leader was shoving suspicious-looking black bags into a gray Hummer. Robin took it all in in the space of five seconds, and what he saw was an extremely satisfactory distraction, a perfect outlet for all the anger and pain. He had to stop thinking about her!

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one

Robin charged, his eyes wild behind the mask, an animalistic roar bursting from his lungs as he drew level with the first thug. The gangster brought his fist flying at Robin's chest, but he caught it, snapping the wrist backwards and sending his own punch smashing into the man's stomach. Boy Wonder gave him no time to catch his breath, leaping into the air and flip-kicking the back of his skull. The thug barely had time to see stars before darkness claimed him and he fell, senseless, to the pavement.

Robin didn't even pause to acknowledge the victory, but dodged the blow aimed at his head by thug number two, whipping around and kicking the attacker in the chest with a scream of fury. His fists flew faster than he could tell them to, his muscles forgot their pain as each move blended seamlessly with the next...or at least, that was how Batman had taught him to fight. "Anger will not win your battles for you, Robin. Anger blinds your senses, distorts your aim." Once again, he was right.

Robin winced as a blow connected with his face, blinding him with pain as a sharp sting spread through his nose: undoubtedly broken. He was barely able to duck a second punch, delivered by one of the numerous gang members. They were closing in, cutting him off from any possible assistance: classic manuevre. In their minds, he was as good as dead, and even Robin began to wonder as he failed to block another blow and the club collided with the side of his head, bringing him that much closer to defeat. With tremendous effort, he managed to land a few kicks and punchs, even taking out a couple of his attackers...but this only angered their buddies, and the ring became even tighter, the blows flying so fast from all directions that he could barely block one or two before several others broke through his defenses. His eyes were growing dark, pain fogging his mind...Was this what he wanted?

I'd let go, but there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Thoughts of Raven drifted into his fading mind as anger left him and pain destroyed his protection. What had he done? Would he ever see her again? Not if the gang had anything to say about it...blows were coming faster and harder, the ring tightening, tightening...if he didn't do something soon, he would die. No doubt about it.

With the last vestiges of his strength, Robin lashed out at the thug in front of him. If he had to go out, he would go out with a bang...

But he never got the chance.

Here I go, so dishonestly leave a note for you my only one

The thug, tall and muscular with a black doo rag tied around his bald head, froze with his fist barely an inch from Robin's face, his dull gray eyes wide and fearful. The next second, he was jerked backwards and straight through the glass window of the jewelry store. Robin turned to see the rest of the gangsters meet a similar fate, crashing against walls and shashing through glass, all of them glowing an eerie black. In a matter of seconds, all were unconscious or incapacitated on the ground, the only sound that of store alarms and the distant wailing of sirens.

Eyes...how could a person have such eyes? Full of darkness, mystery, love, hate...seeing everything, knowing everything. They stabbed straight through his facade, swept away his denial, laid bare his pain. Clouded though his vision was, those eyes were painfully clear in a background of darkness. Why did she have to look at him? Why couldn't she just leave him alone to bleed?

And I know you can see right through me
So let me go, and you will find someone

He kept waiting for her to speak, to yell at him for being stupid, to ask him questions that he couldn't answer, something...but all she did was stare, x-raying him with those amethyst eyes. Her mind was a closed book...if only he could say the same for his own.

"Robin!" Cyborg ran towards them, stepping around the bodies of the defeated gang to get there, moving rather jerkily; no doubt his power cell was low from the strenuous battle. He winced once he caught sight of Robin. "Whoa...what happened? Are you ok? Heal him, Raven!"

Raven hadn't once taken her eyes off him as Cyborg appeared, and she remained motionless, eyes wide as though staring down a ghost. At the half-robot's command, she walked slowly towards him, face just as unreadable as before. Resignation and defeat far worse than heartache weighed him down as she approached. Robin had finally come to the harsh realization that he could not make her love him, any more than he could fly to the moon. If her heart didn't ache and yearn as his did, if she didn't long to be always with him, if she didn't feel alive for the very first time when they kissed, there was nothing to say.

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I'd let go, but there's just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one

Her pale hand reached out to touch him, glowing a faint blue, and for one moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel her touch again...No. He would take no charity from her. Robin jerked out of her reach, though it sent waves of pain through his entire body. "Don't do me any favors, Raven." Feeling her touch would be losing her all over again.

My only one

Raven recoiled, and for a split second, he thought he saw pain in her eyes. Surely he imagined it.

"Robin, you're...you need..." Cyborg approached him, fear in his human eye, but once again Robin pulled away, fighting against the desire to explode...or pass out. Slowly, unsteadily, he turned his back on them and limped away, breathing with difficulty, blinking away tears. Even his anger had deserted him now. He was alone...alone and slowly suffocating in the empty void. Life was death without Raven.

My only one

"Where...where are you going?" Cyborg called desperately.

"Home," said Robin, his voice betraying him with a slight quiver as his vision blurred and doubled, the ground heaving beneath his feet and tears of helplessness leaving tracks in the blood.

"Now wait a sec, Robin! You're hurt. Come back here and--"

"I can walk." He tried to yell, but all that came out was a choked whisper. His thoughts were breaking up, a word or two drifting here and there amid the pain and confusion. Raven...

My only one

His body finally rebelled against his mind, and he was vaguely aware of hitting the ground as darkness closed in on him, her name swirling around in his mind, echoing in every dark corner... Raven.

You are my only, my only one

Don't look at me like that! I mean, how did you expect him to react? Yeah...this was my first chapter with action, but don't get used to it because the violence was only used to prove a point. Without Raven, Robin reverts back to his old ways...his old harmful ways. Though she doesn't know it, she gave him the strength and courage he needed to change...and now that she's gone... Well, I hope you liked it. I'll keep writing if you review, so if you like it I do believe you have a job to do. Laters, friends! -Dusty