Hi all!

I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have had problems with writer's block, and computer issues(those who've read my fanfic on know I'm famous for computer problems).

I still need a while to get chapter two in, so I shall distract you with filler! It's a songfic to Jim's Big Ego's 'Little Miss Communication'. It is non-cannon, and any plot advancements will not be taken account in ch. 2. Deal.

Pounding music came from Raven's room in the middle of the night. Immediately Robin, thinking there was a crash, came to the door.

"Is everything alright!"

"Yes." Raven's pale and annoyed face stared back at Robin. Somehow, seeing that stirred something in him. He chocked it up to midnight snack fever. "Did I awake you?"

"Yeah…Kind of. What in the world is that din?"

"It's called Rock music. Listen."

She says Do you wanna go out?

I say That's a nice idea.

She says It's just like you to go away and leave me here

I say Do you wann stay home?

She says where would we go?

I say I dunno, I dunno, I dunno I dunno I dunno but—

An insane urge came over Robin. "Hey—Do you think, that is, do you, would you mind to terribly if" He was cut off by Raven.

"I think we need to discuss Rhea, and the other Titans shouldn't be worried with the paranoid ravings of two teens. I know a café we could talk at. She is rather odd." And with that, Raven closed the door before Robin could even answer. He could still hear the music coming out of her room, and now he could make the words out, along with the garbled singing of Raven.

That's why I just fell in love

With little Miss Communicaiton

She makes every day

A new adventure in interpretation

And I wanna be her man

She wants me to be Fred

She opens my good fortune

That's why everything is better any day

Robin found himself still outside Raven's door, nodding to the music. He stopped suddenly, and ran to his room. When he knew he was safe in his bed, he murmured, "Not true. Not true. I am not Fred," before he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, to Robin's dismay, he found himself singing the song to himself. He tried to shake it out, but it wouldn't dislodge itself. He trained for around three hours. When he realized that he was doing his kata in sync with the song running on endless loop in his head, he screamed wordlessly and threw himself into his room. He bumped into Cyborg on his way into his room, who said, "Damn. Who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" Robin took no notice.

A knock came to his door. "Go away. I need to review some evidence."

"That's odd. I thought that you wanted to listen to depressing poetry and think about each of the thousand ways Rhea could bring down the Titans, starting with the most obscure." Raven's sarcastic voice floated through the room. Some part of him thought, It nearly belongs here. That part was quickly killed and deposed of.

Robin grumbled and walked out of the Tower, behind the floating gait of Raven. She led him through the higher end of the city, until they came to a small café with blackout curtains. They walked in; Robin had to wait for his eyes to adjust to the dark. The café was rather large, and was shrouded in shadow. In the back, a stage sat, with a single shoddy spotlight on the current reader, a girl in her teens, probably younger that Raven and Robin. As she read about how the world should just let her be who she was, and accept her style and religion, Raven took her seat and ordered two small chai teas.

"Okay. So, Rhea. Good or Evil?"

"Uh…She seems good. But then again, so did Terra. She's probably just a stray, who didn't actually have a place to stay. Learned her magic from some psychic in the sticks, and used the Azerath story to make us think she was more useful than she actually is."

"I just don't trust her." Robin said determinedly.

"You shouldn't. But don't make her an outcast. She's new to the city. If the only impression she gets of people here is that we're heartless bastards who'd rather take her money and run than help a person in need, we'll just have another criminal on our hands."

Robin had to admit that Raven was right. So, against all of his instincts not to trust this girl, and to get her the hell out of Titan's Tower, he decided to let her stay for another week, at the least.

An old woman had gotten up from where she had been sitting behind the two Titans, and as she passed to leave, muttered, "Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apperatus."

She calls up the psychic

To find out what our fate is

They say, Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apperatus

I say, What's that gotta do with Zonkers Custau?

They say, I dunno I dunno, I dunno I dunno I dunno but—

Robin shook his head to dispel the song. "I swear, it follows me," he muttered. Louder, he said, "Who was that?"

Raven, who had been too absorbed in the current reader (who was talking about finding the inner darkness) to notice what the woman had said, replied, "Resident Psychic." Robin sighed. He should have known.

Raven stood up when the reader left the stage. "I'm going up there. Could you order ice cream?"

"Sure. What flavor do you want?"

"Vanilla almond swirl."

She's leaving me I see her walking away

She's leaving me

And pullin' out her phone

She's leaving me

And she calls me up to say

Don't forget

It's vanilla almond swirl

She's my girl

Robin almost spewed chai all over Raven. But he managed to suppress that reaction, and called over a waiter while Raven went up to the stage.

Raven cleared her throat nervously, and said in a shaky voice that got stronger with each line, "Hi. I'm Raven. This is my poem, 'What?'"

"What is this?

This consuming feeling

Dependency, need,

And generosity.

I lean my head on others,

As they lean their heads on me.

I give to those while

I receive gifts I do not deserve.

It's not right.

Unorthodox

But it feels so

Wonderful.

In a sickening

Disgusting

Perfect way.

What is this?

Poets have written

Ballads, epic, and odes

To some feeling that makes no sense.

It questions a face

That never cared before

It drives those without feeling

To depths never seen by those

Who allowed themselves

The luxury of friends.

I can't feel

I'm not allowed.

So why am I consumed

By a passion

So burning

That it burned a hole

Through my mask?"

Robin stared in shock at what Raven had just said. She could be depressing, but this was a new side. She had allowed herself to express her feelings. She had shown the world her weakness. And that voice in Robin's head that he thought he had killed spoke. She's talking about me. I'm the cause of that pain. And I can cure it. Robin tried again to kill that horrible voice that spoke only the truth.

Raven came back to the table, blushing furiously. Robin couldn't resist the pun. It burst forth from his lips before he could stop it. "Look! It's Little Miss Communication!" Raven glared at him. It was a truly horrible pun.

A comfortable silence passed as other poets came to express themselves at the open mike night. After a while, Raven spoke. "It'll be your birthday tomorrow. What do you want?"

"I honestly don't know. Surprise me." Raven smiled, knowing she would.

The next day, Robin woke slowly. He didn't want to wake up. It was just too nice to wait here, as the sound of the waves washed over him…

But he had to wake up. If anything, he had to stop Starfire from cooking for him. Otherwise, it might be his last birthday. As he stumbled into the living room, he realized that it was much earlier than he had originally thought. But someone was awake, nonetheless.

"Good morning. I want to show you my present. It's downstairs." Raven grabbed Robin's wrist, and dragged him down countless flights of steps, until they were on the shore.

"Okay, I have to bite. What can possibly be here?" Raven just smiled and dragged Robin to the tide pools. In one of them sat an air tank. And a package wrapped clumsily. Robin opened it warily, but laughed when he saw what it was.

SCUBA gear.

"I think I got your size right. I'll head inside and change. I know this one spot where all the fish like to play."

As Raven walked away, Robin hummed to himself.

That's why I just fell in love

with little Miss Communicaiton

She makes every day

A new adventure in interpretation

And I wanna be her man

She wants me to be Fred

She opens my good fortune

That's why everything is better every day.

End! There. Filler. You have songfic, and update. Creamy goodness.

The poem Raven read was mine. The song was, as said above, little miss communication, by Jim's Big Ego. They rock.

This is Kali Donovan, sleep deprived, and out.