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III

( or IV )

They had walked to the junk yard. Starfire wanted to know everything about Earth and Robin wanted to know everything about her. He learned that she was sent here to observe Earth cultures and she learned what pizza was.

"It sounds delicious!" she said after they had reached the junk yard. She set down the pod down and hovered next to Robin.

"It is," he said. "Now, what planet did you say you were from, again?"

"Tamaran."

"Never herd of that planet before."

She smiled. Then, something moved from a pile of tiers. She gave a small "yip!" of surprise, and shot a ball of – well, Robin couldn't describe it. It looked like a ball of green energy coming from her hand. Suddenly, the pile of tires exploded as the ball of energy hit it. The Titans jumped a foot in the air.

"Whoa!" shouted Beastboy. "What was that?"

"I do not know," she said fearfully. "But it was small, had four legs, a large nose, and a very long tail."

"You mean a rat?" Raven said.

"Oh, is that what they are called?"

"No," said Robin, "Beastboy was talking about the thing you shot from your hand."

"Ohh," she said in understanding. "That was a starbolt."

"A what-bolt?" said Cyborg.

"A starbolt," she explained. "They are part of my powers."

"Kaaaaayyyyy," said Beastboy. "Well, I'm glad you're on our side!"

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"And, what is this?" Starfire asked for the millionth time.

"Mustard," Robin replied. She took off the lid and looked inside.

"Hmmmmm," she said. Then, she took her finger and tried some. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped. "Oh! This is so delicious!" Then, she began to pig out, slurping down every last morsel of the condiment. Robin looked at her, half grossed out, half amused. And he smiled in spite of himself. Here he was, in the middle of the night, teaching an alien girl about mustard. This had gone on all day. He spent his time from 12:00 pm to 1:00 am explaining things like a couch and remote. No one else wanted to do this, and so, being the team leader, he was left with the job. But truth be told, no one really had to twist his arm to do it. And the best part of all, these little "lessons" kept his mind off – other things…

She finished and looked up at him with a huge grin on her face. She had a mustard mustache on her upper lip. Robin chuckled and handed her a napkin. "Here," he said.

"Oooooooh," she said, taking the napkin. "Is this a miniature blanket?"

He laughed again. Never, in the two months that he had lead the team, had he remembered being this happy. "No," he said, "it's a napkin." She looked at him curiously. "Here." And he wiped her upper lip. It was just then that he realized how close they were. He blushed and quickly turned away.

He threw the used napkin in the trash and walked over to the window. It was Cyborgs turn to sleep in the bedroom, so Beastboy was curled up near the fake fireplace and Raven was sleeping on a cot in the corner. He placed his head on the glass as he had done earlier that day, and previous thoughts entered his mind.

"Robin?" said Starfire in a concerned voice. He looked over and saw that she was standing right beside him. Even with mustard breath, she smelled good… "Robin? What troubles you?" They locked eyes. His breath became deeper and louder. She leaned in closer, and he did the same and then –

Robin turned away. What was he doing? Hadn't he been trained to hide his emotions by Batman himself? And yet…

"Robin--" she put a delicate hand on his shoulder. His breath shuddered.

"Have you ever wanted to give up?" he said, not turning around. "Just quit? You just can't do something you thought you could and just – quit?" He didn't know why he was telling her this. He had never told anyone about his thoughts, not even Raven, who seemed to be the only one he could talk to because the others were just too – too – idiotic. But Starfire, whom he had only just met, he felt like he could tell everything and anything to her.

"Why?" she said softly.

"Have you?" he turned to face her.

She looked down, shamefully. "Yes. When I was coming here. My space craft had accidentally flown through a meteor shower. My life was in danger. I had a communicator, I was able to abort the mission, and thought about it." She looked up with a sad smile. "I am still ashamed of it."

Robin looked at her with wide eyes. "Your life was in danger and you still didn't call it off?"

"Yes."

"But – your ship could have been damaged. You could have been hurt! Or worse —" He griped his hands firmly on her shoulders.

"I had a job to do, Robin," she said, innocently.

"Yah, but – yah, but – you could have been hurt!"

"But it did not turn out that way. And, as a result, I have reached my destination, and," she blushed "I have made wonderful friends." Then she kissed him on the cheek and lay down on the couch. Robin gently put his finger to his cheek and looked out the window. Unknown to anyone else, that peck was the reason the Titans had gone on so long. And her presence, her happy attitude, was why Robin was able to go on every day.

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