A/N:

Zicora: I'm so glad that you gave me my first review:) Where has Raven (the real Raven, anyway) disappeared to? Well, her whereabouts won't be exposed in this chapter or even the next, but all will be revealed in Chapter 6. I haven't forgotten about her!

Beast Boy and I came in about an hour later, both of us absolutely drenched by the downpour outside. Beast Boy complained that he would probably get sick from being out in the rain like that, but he didn't seem really serious about it. I think he'd had a good time, too.

My new pants were covered with mud, but I didn't care. After some searching, I found my way back to Raven's room, where I changed into some jeans and a white sweater. I absently ran a comb through my hair while I glanced over the bookshelves. Raven certainly was a lover of books, and weird books at that. Some had relatively simple titles like Sisters of the Light, Star Signs, and Tales of Harazath. Others seemed a lot darker, like Qualities of Necromancy, Charms & Divination, and the almost-obligatory Book of Counted Shadows. I scanned the spines for a book with the title What to Do When You've Been Sucked into Another Person's Body, but didn't see anything like that. She did, however, have a couple books about communicating with the dead. I pulled them off the shelves and set them on the chair beside the bed, deciding that I would look through them tonight.

I realized that I was getting hungry again. I wondered how many people would be in the common room. Maybe I could just play it cool and not get too many questions. I walked down to the common room, sighing with relief when I saw that no one was there. I meandered over to the refrigerator, peering inside.

Hmm. Milk, eggs, cheese, apples, et cetera. Pretty basic stuff. I decided to check the cupboards, too.

The first cupboard was just pots and pans, but in the second cupboard—Krispity Krunch. I hadn't eaten Krispity Krunch in so long. It had been my favorite cereal. I would spend hours eating it while watching cartoons after school. And I loved Krispity Krunch Squares.

I wondered if there were any marshmallows around. Were these superteens big on sweets?

I began digging through the cupboards, shuffling through soups, breads, and pastas while eating dry Krispity Krunch out of my hand.

"Raven?" spoke a voice from right behind me.

I jumped. I yelped. I dropped the box of cereal, spilling it on the floor. I turned around quickly, facing Robin, who was two feet away. He was one stealthy guy.

I swore when I looked down at the mess at my feet, and quickly picked up the box and set it on the counter. I hoped there was still enough cereal to make my squares. Then I started to push the spilled cereal into a little pile with my hands. I really needed a broom, not that I knew where one was. I

"Looking for something?" the Boy Wonder asked.

I looked up at him, my purple hair falling into my eyes. "Marshmallows?"

He walked down to the last set of cupboards, opening them wide for me to see. Dozens of bags of marshmallows, large and small, filled the shelves. "You know that marshmallows are one of Star's favorite foods," he said.

"Right. Of course," I muttered. I tried to spot a broom out of the corner of my eye without being too obvious about it. I didn't see one. Robin was still hovering. "Uh, could you help me clean up?" I asked, my voice sounding a bit more tart than I intended.

"Sure," he said with a shrug. He retrieved a little broom and dustpan and began to sweep up the mess, doing pretty much everything so I could only stand by and watch.

It was odd how he was in uniform still. Were these guys in uniform all the time? What did they sleep in? Maybe they had pajamas, but the pajamas looked just like their uniforms in case they had to run out to fight crime in the middle of the night.

Oh now my brain was just being silly.

I snapped out of my chain of questions and walked over the marshmallow cabinet, pulling out a bag of mini-marshmallows. Then I went back over to the fridge and found the butter. Finally, I reached back into the first cupboard to find a large saucepan. At least I'd figured out where something was stashed in this place.

I placed the pan on the stove and dumped in the butter and marshmallows. Robin finished cleaning up my cereal explosion.

"Wanna help me?" I asked.

He peered into the saucepan. "What are you doing?"

"Making Krispity Krunch Squares," I answered in a tone that suggested that it was all very obvious. I paused, waiting for him to question me, but he didn't. "Come here," I instructed, moving out of the way and pushing him in front of the stove. I placed a wooden spoon in his hand. "Stir."

He did as I said, placing the spoon in the pan and stirring around the butter and marshmallows as they slowly melted. He seemed to concentrate on this the same way a person would concentrate on dismantling a bomb.

I couldn't resist a smirk. "You're kinda cute when you cook," I said.

He blushed. That was cute, too.

I decided to push the boundaries and talk. "So, things have been slow around here lately?"

"Yeah," he replied. "We only had one call to take care of while you were…asleep," he said.

"Was it anything big?" I asked.

"Nah, just a bomb threat."

Just a bomb threat? How jaded was he? And how often did superheroes die, anyway? Perhaps not every villain was a threat, but really, they were probably putting their lives on the line every time they went out against a foe. Superpowers or not, it really was remarkable what these teens did for mankind.

"Okay," Robin began, "this stuff is starting to melt really quickly now."

I turned off the stove and grabbed the box of cereal. "Then let's add the Krispty Krunch part of the Krispity Krunch Squares." I realized that I didn't have a measuring cup. Well, I was just going to eye it. I began to pour in the cereal. "Keep stirring," I instructed.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Robin asked. "You don't even have a recipe."

"I read it somewhere," I murmured, setting the empty box aside. The mixture in the pan because to get a little harder to stir, and I smiled at the daintiness with which Robin was stirring.

"Move aside," I said, taking the spoon from his hand. "You gotta get tough with this stuff before it cools." I began working the spoon with fervor. "Why don't you get a pan for us to put this in?"

He opened the cupboard, peering inside. "What kind of pan?"

I smiled. The kid knew how to bring a 300-pound man to his knees in less than five seconds, but he didn't know anything about Krispity Krunch Squares. "A cake pan." He pulled out the appropriate pan, setting it on the counter. "Okay, now take off your gloves," I instructed.

"What? Why?" he exclaimed, reacting to the question as if I'd told him to take off his clothes rather than just his gloves.

"Because we have to press this stuff into the pan and you're not going to want sticky goop getting on your gloves."

He seemed to accept this, and pulled his gloves off, setting them aside. I quickly brought the saucepan over and began to pour the mixture into the cake pan, smashing it down as best as I could with the spoon.

"Start flattening it out," I said. He did as I told him, pressing his fingers down to make it all even. Once the saucepan was empty, I took the spoon and licked the remaining bits of Krispity Krunch mixture off of it. Oh, that tasted so good. I could eat half the pan of squares right now. Food was just so amazing.

Robin flashed me a goofy grin. "You have bits of Krispity Krunch on your nose."

I scooped up a bit of the concoction with my finger, touching it to his nose, where it stuck. "Hmm…so you do."

He lifted his hands, which were coated with goop. He moved them toward me, wiggling his fingers in a threatening manner. "You better watch out," he teased.

I just laughed. "Okay! Truce!"

He smiled and finished flattening out the stuff in the pan. "Now what?"

"Now we wait about five minutes and then we chow down."

"It smells good."

"I know!" I agreed. "My stomach is rumbling like crazy."

He washed his hands and face while I plucked the Krunchies off my nose. Then we both took a seat on opposite sides of the counter, waiting for our dessert to cool.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. "That was fun."

"It was," he said as he pulled on his gloves again. Not many guys could pull off elbow-length green gloves, but he did it quite nicely. Then he let out a long breath. "Raven, you know that you can tell me anything, right?"

I blinked dumbly. "Uh, yeah," I said, trying to sound like I really did know what he was talking about.

"Okay," he responded simply. I was glad that he didn't push me. I was actually enjoying the company of the non-pushy Robin. He was kinda cute when he wasn't being an ass. "I just worry about you sometimes," he said quietly. "You're not exactly a talkative person—especially when you're having a problem with something."

I didn't know what to say. This was probably my big chance to come clean, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I didn't want to ruin this moment.

"What is that splendid smell?" Starfire asked as she came into the room. She flew down the stairs and hovered over Robin's shoulder.

"Raven made dessert," Robin said. "Krispity Krunch Squares."

Her eyes became large and shiny with excitement. "Krispity Krunch Squares!" Then she furrowed her brow. "What are those?"

"Did someone say Krispity Krunch Squares?" Cyborg exclaimed, racing into the room with Beast Boy in tow. "Bring on the marshmallowy goodness!"

"Marshmallows!" Starfire exclaimed. "I cannot wait to try this delight."

"Would you get a knife, Beast Boy?" I asked. He did so, and handed it to me. I quickly cut the pan's contents into little squares, and everyone grabbed one and began to eat.

For over an hour we laughed and talked and ate the dessert. I had never really thought of superheroes as having a life outside of crime fighting, but really, they were just as human as everyone else. Well, except for the ones who were aliens, but you know what I mean, right? I hadn't known them for even a day, and I already wanted to call them my friends. I had never had many friends while growing up—I was far too shy for that sort of thing.

Of course, I thought bitterly, they aren't your friends. They think you're Raven.

I told my brain to shut up and not spoil the moment.