A/N: Standard Disclaimers Apply

Titans, Act One, Scene Two

"Ready, Raven?" Robin called again. He grinned to himself thinking how used he is to talking to her through closed doors. Robin turned away and smoothed back his usually unkempt hair when he heard the door open.

"Before you say anything, Robin, the charka stone stays."

"No problem, Rae," he said turning. He arched his dark eyebrow and looked at her. Raven stood, her shoulders slightly hunched, and she had a great interest in Robin's shoes. "You look good," he said reassuringly.

"Thanks," Raven said and looked up. Anything else she was about to add melted away as her large violet eyes met Robin's. They were dark blue, like oncoming night. Raven felt her cheeks blush and turned to lift her hood, only to find it not there. Although fully clothed, she still felt naked.

Robin either didn't notice, or chose to ignore it.

"Here, these are for you."

Raven centered herself and turned back, not looking him in his magical eyes. Raven looked at some identification cards with the name "Rachel Crow" and her picture. The pale-skinned girl frowned at her frowning picture. It was completely unflattering, first, and second, she didn't remember ever taking it.

"Rachel Crow?" she said looking up.

Robin smiled at her and shrugged. She fell into his eyes again and felt her heart skip. "Well, I can't go around calling you 'Raven.' We are undercover."

"So what do I call you?" she said.

"John."

"John?" Raven said, disappointed.

"Yeah, John. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, it won't. Sorry." Raven looked at her ID again, "I don't remember taking this picture."

Robin laughed. "You didn't. I had it digitally done from photos I had around my room. Christmas last year, your birthday party, Star's Blorthog day, stuff like that."

"Oh," she said thankful she had something to examine. "These are really good."

"Thanks. Made'em myself."

"You criminal," Raven teased.

"Takes a thief, they say," Robin teased back. He glanced at his watch. "Well, Rachel, we'd better get moving, or we'll miss the cab."

"Okay, John."