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Thoughts of Love
Late Night Chats

May 1st, 2003

After that night things between Robin and I are completely different, but in a good way. There is this understanding between us that has strenghens our budding friendship. Every time I pass him he smiles like he always does, but now it means so much more. At least it does in my mind. I want to talk to him again. I just- (the writing abruptly stops.)

FLASHBACK

Raven opened her door after storing her diary in it's rightful place under her pillow. On the other side of the steel door was Robin waiting patiently for her to answer. "Hey Ravey, I was wondering if you want to go on the roof and talk. There's a full moon out tonight and it looks beautiful," Robin added to seal the deal.

"Sure just let me get my cloak," Raven agreed wholeheartedly.

Robin had been very much right about the scene. The moonlight shined off the lake casting a glow on everything around them. Robin gazed upon the dark girl next to him. The moonlight gleamed off her pale skin making the glowing image of Raven fill his mind. Robin sat down on a giant hammock suspended three feet above the ground. "When did we get that?" asked Raven.

"A couple months ago. Now come join me," he requested as he laid down. Raven complied and laid next to him.

Robin sighed loudly. "What?" Raven questioned. Robin turned to look at her.

As he stared deeply into her eyes, he felt a smile grow on his lips, "I just never expected you to agree to come up here. Let alone lay next to me on a hammock."

Raven felt Robin's penetrating stare ripping mercilessly into her soul. Surely he must know. He must be able to tell that she... "What I said that night still remains Robin. I can't be anything more than a-" Raven said, her voice growing distant.

"I remember; I'm just happy you're out here. That's all, I promise. Well Ravey, oof," Robin gasped as Raven elbowed him in the side when he said her nickname, "I thought since we still don't know each other well enough, I thought it would be smart if we take turns telling stuff about ourselves. Like I come from an extremely large line of trapeze artists, for example," Robin said grinning at the stars above. He could sense Raven's surprise.

"That's really shouldn't surprise me. It explains how you can maneuver so well in the air. My turn, right Robby-Poo," Robin noticeably cringed at the pet name. "Well, it's good to start at the beginning, right? I was born in a place known as Azarath, where I was raised by monks."

"Monks, that's interesting, Ravey," Robin commented.

"You're never going to stop calling me that, are you?" Raven asked.

"Nope," Robin answer blunt, "anyway, let's see, my turn. Oh, even though I was raised in a circus I am deathly afraid of clowns."

"Clowns," Raven repeated skeptically, one of her thin eyebrows lifting questioningly.

"Yep, clowns," Robin confirmed.

"Oh wonderful, our fearless leader can be crippled by his phobia of clowns," Raven said, her dry humor making Robin laugh.

"Hey, don't mock me. They have those pasty white faces and freaky red noses. And have you seen how big their feet are? I am afraid of clowns, I admit it. Do you have a problem with that?" Raven nodded her head while she chuckled at Robin's pouting lower lip. "Hey, you're laughing?"

"Well, it's hard not to, when you're being such an idiot," Raven said in between breaths.

"Hey Raven, can you tell me what Azarath is like?" Robin asked, after a moment of silence.

"Azarath is the most beautiful place I've ever been. It's an amazing city sitting on top of a floating rock that's supported by the Azarthian's magic. There are building that tower as high as the sky scrapers from Earth, but they have this quality of elegance that the one's here don't. In the center lays the monastery where I grew up, it's one of the biggest buildings in the city. I used to fly to the roof on clear nights and look up at the stars. I would wonder what fate had in store for me. If everything that was meant to happen would happen. If there was any way to stop the inevitable," Raven said, as she looked up at the stars almost if she were back in Azarath.

"Do you miss it?" Robin asked.

"I used to. I used to wish that I could talk to the monks like I used to. I used to wish I could see my mother again, but after a while I started to see Earth as I saw Azarath. I've embrace this world, this city, this tower as my home. And I wouldn't leave it without a fight," Raven answered, as she turned to look at Robin. He was smiling at her like he always did.

"I'm glad you feel that way," Robin whispered. "I feel like that too. I miss my old home and life, but I know this the one place I'm needed right now."

They were quiet for a long time, and just when Robin was going to suggest calling it a night Raven sat up, looking down at Robin. Her gaze turned glassy and lifeless; completely opposite of the look she had a moment before. Robin's heart broke at the sorrow expressed through those beautiful eyes. "I'm afraid, Robin," she began, "I'm scared to death that I might do something more terrible than any criminal has ever done. I don't think I can stop this. My father," her voice dripped with hatred, and she didn't continue.

"Your father? But wasn't your father someone from Azarath? Like a monk or something," The concern in his voice was unbearable.

"Forget it," Raven said quickly, realizing she had gone to far. "It doesn't matter." She rose from the hammock, running quickly towards the door.

Robin jumped up, catching her wrist and pulling her against his chest, encircling her in his arms. "It must matter, or you would have never said anything. It's okay Raven to worry for the people you care about. It's okay, Raven, you can trust me."

"But I can't, not with this," Raven said, pushing away from him embrace.

"Why not?" He questioned, trying his best to reach towards her, only to be slapped away.

"Because I couldn't bare it if you hated me. I wouldn't be able to stand it if you looked at me for what I really am," Raven whispered, her fists clenched in frustration. "I just can't Robin," she yelled as she turned towards the door.

"What's the matter Raven?' Robin asked again.

Raven turned her head to look him in the eyes, "It's almost my birthday you know," she said before leaving Robin to stand there, confused and alone.

Author's notes: So did you like it? Sorry to disappoint some of you guys, but Raven isn't going to return in this story. Hint hint wink wink. Cough read first author's notes cough.

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