Raventhedarkgoddess: I don't actually have any babbling to do about my lack of updates or anything this time, 'cause it actually hasn't been a two or three month span, so I'll just get on with the fanfiction. Thanks to those who give continued support.
Chapter Eight: Heart of Stone
"So, you're the two remaining male members of the Teen Titans." The woman stood quietly and quickly, her white hair catching the dim light from the computer screen which she had been intently working in front of. Robin could feel his muscles tense: There was something about this room he hated, something that already made him want to pull away, something of evil and dispair as well as pain. Her electric blue eyes caught his, however, and he could not look away.
"I'm pleased to meet you," she said, her voice chilling and low, striking a husky note in spite of her apperence, her long outfit preened, all black save the orange 'S' on the right side of her shirt, placed there as if in pride. The mocking was unmistakable. "After all, halflings soon to fall to our side are always nice to meet. You," she said, shifting her eyes, "Must be the leader, Robin." She paused here, waiting for him to acknowlege her.
"And what's it to you if I am Robin?" He asked, drawing his weapon in a flash, ready to strike her. "You're going to tell me how to cure my friend, and then you're going to go to jail where you belong!" Robin knew how furious he sounded but didn't care, enjoying his rush of recklessness, knowing that he would have to avoid paying for it with his life somehow later but, none the less, knowing he would have said something sooner or later and was not the type to be silenced by a villan anyway.
"Ah, and a rather sarcastic mouth, too," she added with a jeer on the edge of her voice. "Wonderful!" She then turned her head slightly to the other side. "And you're Beast Boy. Pity we won't have time to get to know each other."
Robin stepped in front of his friend. "Watch what you say," he hissed in a testy voice. "You're the one who may not be alive much longer." The weapon he had drawn gleamed in the dim light, it's warning as pronounced as the one on it's owners face.
"But then you would never get to know how to save Cyborg." Her eyes flashed a warning of danger. "And, after all, we know what a loss to you that would be." A cold smirk filled her eyes as well as her face, and Robin almost shuddered: There was something about her that was not only evil, it was also vile and repulsive. "Serve us, and you can all be together in power, on our side."
'I'll die first."
"Now, now, Robin, you know you'll give in before you die." She smirked. "After all, if you won't turn that hard heart of yours away from saving your friends, even if it means you live your life in fear and anger and rage. You know you won't." She smirked. "I know how you are. Slade knows how you are, and he has told me everything about it and about you."
Robin's hands balled into fists at his sides, his fingers digging into the palms through his gloves. "Shut up!"
"Testy, testy," she muttered loudly. "That temper of yours will be your undoing." Slowly, as if out of nowhere, she produced a small knife, it's black blade glittering in the dim light, moving slowly forward. "Tonight you will join us, of your own free will or not!"
That was when the door behind her burst open to reveal the running villan, the girls now hot on his heels. Slade jumped up and moved over, coming to stand next to her. "Don't tell them anything!"
"Ah, Slade." Her face and eyes seemed to warm up at the sight of him, at the mention of his name. "You've come to see the fall of your enemy, then?" She brushed back her hair. It was almost as if...
Robin shook his head. He couldn't stand to think like that, not now. "Freeze! We have you surrounded!" He glared at his enemies, daring them to move. "You're going to answer our questions!"
"He thinks he's threatening us," thewomansaid with a slight laugh. "He really thinks that we're just going to give him whatever he wants and walk away quietly." She turned to face Robin. "You're sadly mistaken, my dear boy."
A starbolt almost grazed the top of her head in fierce reply from Starfire. "Do not insult my friends!"
"I have no use for insolence of your kind." The knife nearly grazed Starfire. "Shall we kill the girl and the green boy now?" She was about to say more, or so it seemed, until the black surge of energy ripped the knife from her hands and lifted her, lifting her up higher and higher into the air so that she hung there, pinned to a nearby wall.
"You're not going to kill anyone." Raven's voice was low and deadly. "You're not going to kill anyone, or I'm going to kill you." Her words were flat and without remorse. The other Titans stared: Could this really be their friend, Raven, who cared about Cyborg, willing to commit a murder in front of their faces to save him?
"Heart of stone, I see," Slade murmered. "But things will be much easier if that fool dies now."