CelticHeiressFiona: Holy mofos? LOL for some reason, that tickles my funny bone.
Aeris-Raven: Yes...it was vicious, but Venton was determined, and if physical pain wouldn't do the trick... Yeah, I enjoyed pointing that out; nice little insight into his character. That's what I love about this story...I get to really delve into Robin and what makes him tick. Yeah, it's kinda like that, but my thesis is: Juvenile Delinquency is heavily affected by Family, Mental State, and External Influences (peers, school). We get a study period every other day...but mostly I use it to write -stares at ground in shame-
King Cheetah: Thanks!
raeandrob4eva: Yeah, Jack-Jack rocks...he's got so frickin many powers! Geez! -sniffs- Don't worry...'Sokay...Well that's a relief. Thanks.
VerticallyxChallenged: I know! Isn't it horrid? Robin: Horrid? HORRID? THAT'S ALL YOU CAN SAY? So far, I've gotten the crud beat out of me by Slade, of all people, Bruce died, Slade killed me, I committed SUICIDE, of all things, and now I'm being possessed by some retard called Venton! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Dusty: The same things that are wrong with you. Robin: -blinks- You've got a point there... It's already out...at least, where I am...
an Angel from Hell: Thanks!
SilverRosePheonix: Thanks! Welcome to fanfiction...well at least welcome to having an account on fanfiction. Check out my favorites list...and especially Tifereth Kantrishakrim, if you want some awesome Rae/Rob stories!
Furubafun24: LOL yeah he is. Yeah, it was sort of inspired by that...the marks Slade left on Raven. I do what I can. Cool, I'll keep an eye out. Thanks:)
Mystyre: Well, I appreciate it all the same. Yeah...it's a kids book, but it's cool all the same. Who's it by? I like weird stories...like The Silver Crown. Yeah...he's not too pleased with me at the moment... Robin: "Not too pleased"...that's the understatement of the year. Yeah, I have the same disease..er I mean tendency. LOL! And here I thought I was the only one. -locks cage door-...er I mean... -whistles- LOL!
Strixvaria: LOL yeah...same here...so far Rusty is the only one 'cept my mother...and sometimes my mother doesn't even understand me...it's a lonely world.
NevermoretheRaven: Yeah...I just answered it for the fun of it. Yeah, it turned out longer cuz there was more to say. LOL if only I had the time...
jambey: Wah...I'm sorry! LOL now those were on purpose...What can I say? He's infected my mind...I actually placed them there cuz they would be more effective coming out of his mouth...just bring up all the nasty thoughts again. I know...leave it to good ole Venton to bring it right down to the wire.
The Light of Darkness: Wow, thanks. I do what I can. True...just some more than others. I was thinking along the same lines...imagine that. LOL I'll try...thanks for the bunny! -munches-
Ok, so here goes. Shut up and read.
"No! Robin!" She fought against the powerful force, but all in vain. She felt herself leave Robin's mind, felt herself settle back into her own body with a gasp, her eyes snapping open in panic. "NO!" she choked, reaching for his mind once again, but it was like trying to break through a brick wall: impossible.
So much for her grand plan of defeating the demon and saving Robin. The moment it had wanted her gone, she was pushed out. Raven shivered as the memory of that feeling pulsed through her. If he could get rid of her that easily, he must be powerful...very powerful.
Raven jumped as Robin's heartrate skyrocketed, the heart moniter beeping nonstop in a crazed frenzy. He was twitching, turning his head from side to side as his heartrate continued to increase. She rushed over to him, but then hovered uncertainly, wondering why the nurse hadn't come yet. With panic surging up inside her, Raven flew through the door. She had to get help, and fast.
The moniter screeched franticly to an empty room as Robin continued to twitch and convulse, a frown creasing his brow. Without any warning whatsoever, the line went flat, the beeping replaced by a high-pitched drone. The sound echoed eerily through the room; Robin was still, unmoving. No one was there to mourn his loss.
But that was not the end.
A blinding light flared from his still body, painting the clean, white walls bright orange as it flickered and pulsed, transforming his body into a burning ball of molten fire. Just when the light reached an unbarable pitch...yes, pitch, for the air in the room seemed to shriek in some unknown pain...it faded away, save for the strange symbol which burned with all its hellish glory upon the figure's pale forehead. Before long, it too faded to nothing, leaving the room silent, save for the steady, regular beating of a fully functioning heart. All was as it had been...or at least, it appeared to be so.
"Heavens, dear, what's wrong?" cried Missy, looking incredibly flustered, with wisps of brown hair hanging down in her face. It had been a busy day; every day was a busy day since the leader of the Teen Titans became a patient. She glanced at Raven distractedly as someone shouted about a burn victim headed for the ER.
"Robin...he's...need help...I need help now!" gasped Raven, trying desperately to catch her breath.
Missy frowned. "Robin? What's wrong with Robin?" but she rushed off without waiting for an answer, ignoring someone yelling at her to get down to Intensive Care now, worry making little lines on her forehead as she contemplated all the possible complications Robin could have. There were many.
Raven burst through the door first, calling back over her shoulder, "His heartrate was off the charts. Something must be wrong with..."
Raven blinked in shock at the sight that met her astonished eyes.
"Hey, Raven. Miss me?"
"R...Robin? You...you can't be..." Raven stuttered to a halt, blinking as though someone had just hit her in the face. Robin laughed, clearly enjoying the look of shock on her face. He was sitting casually on the hospital bed, one finger curling around the edge of the stiff white sheet in apparent boredom. He was staring at her, a smile lighting up his face...but that wasn't what Raven noticed. "Your eyes..."
A look of confusion crossed his face, then he swore quietly. "I guess they took my mask, then?" he muttered, reaching up and feeling the bare skin around his eyes. "Oh well...I guess there's no use hiding them now."
Raven continued to stare, as though hypnotized. They were black, blacker than coal, blacker than a midnight sky, blacker than the devil's heart. They weren't empty, though; far from it. They gave one the feeling of looking into a well, or perhaps a vast pit; you could never be sure of exactly what lay at the bottom. Looking into his eyes, a strange feeling of unease...even distrust, weighed on her conscious.
"Well, I know I can't look like a bunch of posies, but is it that bad?" His eyebrow quirked at her, a strange, almost condescending smile curving his lips.
Raven shook her head, staring at the floor as her heart beat uncomfortably in her chest.
"Well, it's good to see you're awake, Robin." There was a hint of something that might have been suspicion darkening Missy's usually bright tone as she bustled over to Robin, busily checking his vital signs. "Everything seems normal...though you certainly should not be sitting up. If only you knew just how many broken bones you were gifted with, young man."
"Broken bones?", asked Robin innocently, though a gleam of mischief shone for a moment in his ebony eyes. Before the nurse could do anything to stop him, Robin swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching his arms high above his head as though awakening from an extremely long nap. Raven blushed and turned her back, as he was naked but for the hospital gown, and heaven knows that covers pretty much nothing.
Missy blinked, stunned for a moment, though she quickly regained her composure. "Well, Robin, it seems we've been blessed with a...miracle. Not even the leader of the Teen Titans could be standing after sustaing such injuries. Consider yourself extremely lucky."
"Oh, I do." Robin grinned at her, locking eyes for a split second before turning back to Raven. "Ready to go home, Rae? I think I've seen just about enough of this place, how about you?"
"You might want to get dressed first, Robin. I'll bring you some clothes."
"That would be great. Oh, and while you're at it, grab some food for the little lady. I'm sure she's hungry. Thanks, bye now." He all-but shoved her out the door, then turned to Raven, who was still facing the wall. He chuckled, and the sound made her skin crawl. "What's the matter, Rae? I never thought of you as the shy type."
"Not shy. Just horribly disgusted." The pieces were falling into place before her eyes, and it was all she could do to keep from blowing up the entire hospital with the tidal wave of emotions sweeping through her.
"Fiesty, I see. Oh well. We can change that."
Hmm...so it has finally happened. Now, after this point, I have nothing more than extremely vague ideas of what shall happen next, so I'll be scouting for inspiration. Just to amuse you, here's the results I got from a quiz.
Are You Loony?
To borrow a phrase from Forrest Gump, loony is as loony does. You know how true that is - in fact, you've embraced it. Because while you certainly have your moments of insanity, you know when to say when. Sure, you get a kick out of occasionally doing and saying things other people think are goofy or off-the-wall - you're a real sucker for being the center of attention now and again but there are plenty of times when you'd just as soon be calmer and more serious. The same goes for expressing emotions. No stranger to strong feelings, you choose your battles and control your highs and lows, saving your emotional outbursts for when you need them most. After all, fun and craziness are all well and good, in the right time and place, but balancing your "up" and "down" time earns you more respect in the long run. Not nearly as nutty as a fruitcake - but maybe giving Pralines 'n' Cream a run for its money - you're a perfect mix of impulse and restraint.
Hmmm...that is probably the most correct result I've ever gotten from a cheesy quiz...Laters, ya'll! -Dusty