Robin stood in front of Raven's door. It looked about as welcoming as a tomb.

Inwardly, he sighed. He knew this wasn't going to be easy; confronting Raven about this Terra issue was about as inviting as dining with the Tamaranian royal family.

He sucked it up, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Silence.

Frowning, he knocked again. Still no answer.

"Raven, it's me. Robin."

Surprisingly, he got an answer. "I know it's you. Who else could it be? Everybody else is probably sucking up to that traitor."

Robin's brow furrowed, immediately troubled by this unusual outburst. It didn't sound like Raven at all. Even her voice was slightly different, less monotonous and strangely more high pitched.

"Raven, that's not fair," stated Robin, shaking his head. "The others are just happy to see her. She was our friend. She was your friend too, you know."

At that, the door hissed open. Robin's jaw dropped.

Raven's hood was up, but her face was clearly tear stained and her eyes were swollen. Peeking into the room beyond, he saw several books scattered over the floor, a few strewn-out cloaks, the chest knocked over, with a suspiciously familiar and sinister white book poking out. The mirror was cracked as though someone had punched it, and various piles of broken glass and other objects littering the floor.

He looked down at Raven's hand, hearing a plip-plop sound, and saw drops of blood creating a pool on the floor. Raven attempted to pull back her hand, but Robin was too fast for her, and grabbed her arm. He examined her knuckles, which were torn and bloody.

"Oh, Raven…"

He looked at Raven in shock. She was trembling perceivably. Her gaze never left his; her expression was difficult to read.

Slowly, hesitantly, Robin reached out and pulled back her hood. The pain her eyes transmitted, the utter agony he observed from those shining violet windows, seemed to be coming from her very soul...

And yet, something else in that look defied help, desperately stemming the tide, striving to keep calm no matter what. The conflict produced a dismal result, and it was almost more than Robin's heart could stand.

"We better clean this up," he muttered, guiding her gently to the bathroom.

Raven did not protest; she seemed to have lost her fiery attitude. Stone silent, she let him lead her like a child, wash away the blood, and bandage her hand with the utmost care. He flinched whenever she let escape an unintended sound of pain, as though he were the one feeling it. If this did not escape her notice, she gave no sign of it; she remained as expressionless as she could.

When the wound was properly cleaned and dressed, they both made their way over to sit down on her bed, Robin stepping over the Happiness-Sadness Masks column, which was lying on it's side. Raven took off her cloak, which was stained with blood, and put on a fresh one, a tiny blush flitting across her cheeks as she did so.

She sat with her hands in her lap, and she stared at them as if they were the most interesting things since animated cartoons. She knew what was coming.

Robin broke the silence.

"Raven, what happened in here?" he asked quietly, but urgently.

Raven sighed, closing her eyes. "It's nothing. I just got a little…upset."

Robin eyed the disaster zone and said, "You got more than a little upset. I know this is about Terra…"

Raven winced at the name, and one of the few objects that remained untouched on her dresser exploded.

Unperturbed, Robin continued, "…and I want to help you. Please, tell me what's bothering you."

The sly voice echoed in Raven's head. Why should you tell HIM? It's none of his business. He wouldn't understand, he'd just think your even creepier than he thought.

Raven shook her head, dispelling the distracting voice. It was starting to get annoying. She HAD to tell him, he wouldn't leave her alone until she did. And besides, Robin of all people would understand.

"I didn't want her to come back," she whispered.

"Why not?" Robin pressed, direct as ever.

Raven balled her hands into fists, wincing slightly, ignoring the pain shooting across her knuckles. "Because I dislike her, distrust her, and she tried to kill us."

"But then she sacrificed herself, to save everyone," Robin replied, wondering where this was going.

"Have you ever wondered why?" asked Raven roughly, turning towards the Boy Wonder. Robin was caught off guard by the question.

"Why would she give up being the apprentice of the controller of the city? A last minute, overzealous sense of justice?"

Raven's hands started shaking slightly. "I'll tell you why she did it; she didn't have a choice. She was cornered like the rat she is. We were after her, Slade turned on her, what more did she have to lose?"

"You don't know that," responded Robin simply. "I thought you disliked hasty assumptions."

Raven let out a growl of frustration. "I don't care why she did it! I told you," she said glaring accusingly at Robin. "I asked you, if you were sure it was safe to have her around."

The male titan vaguely recalled the incident before Slade's worm bots attempted to destroy Titan Tower, when Terra came back. "I thought you meant if she would put us in danger again with her powers," answered Robin, wondering uneasily where she was going with this.

"No! I saw it!" Raven yelled. "Before we went after Slade, I had a vision of her and Slade! I should have trusted my instincts. But I…I let myself be…soothed…by you, reassured by you." She heard the venom oozing from her voice, but she couldn't take it back now.

Robin narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't understand what you meant," he uttered viciously. He couldn't believe Raven. Even when she was reprimanding herself, she managed to unconsciously blame him! "But how was I to know what you saw? You should have told me about this vision you had."

Raven gritted her teeth. "Why did she have to go to Slade in the first place?" she asked in a low voice, changing the subject.

Robin frowned at Raven, as though surprised. "She was looking for control. Obviously, she went to the wrong place. The strength of her powers scared her, and put others in danger. But I thought you of all people would understand what that feels like."

Robin regretted what he said almost as soon as he said it. He touched a nerve.

A tendril of black energy shot out and knocked him to the floor. Looking up, he saw a towering, angry Raven with four red eyes take the place of his best friend.

In the blink of an eye, the image was gone, almost as soon as it had formed. Raven was standing over him, eyes back to normal yet violent, glowering at him, panting slightly, as if fighting the urge to rip his head off. Robin was vividly reminded of Beast Boy, suffering from those chemically induced anger attacks.

"Don't you EVER COMPARE ME TO HER!" Raven roared at him. "I STRUGGLE EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF THE DAY FOR CONTROL! I HAVE TO MEDITATE EVERY DAY TO KEEP MY POWERS IN CHECK!"

Raven's form was enshrouded with black fire, and a slight wind was beginning to pick up...

"SOMETIMES I CAN'T PLAY VOLLEYBALL, OR ENJOY A SUNNY DAY, OR EVEN LAUGH! I PAY THE PRICE EVERYDAY FOR WHAT I AM! I HATE WHO I AM!"

Raven was nearly sobbing now, her voice choked.

"BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'LL TURN MY BACK ON EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER CARED ABOUT ME AND JOIN AN EVIL PSYCHOPATH TO MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY! WOULD YOU?"

A silence more deafening than Raven's shouts settled in the room. Robin slowly stood up. Sorrow was etched into every line of his face. He hated to see Raven, whom he cared so much about, in such a state of anger, in such a state of pain…

Suddenly, Raven cried out, falling to her knees, clutching her head. The fire around her quickly disappeared.

"Raven!" exclaimed Robin, hurrying to her side. He knelt down next to her. "Raven, what is it?"

Raven groaned and cried out in pain. "It's…happening…again…can't…control…it…!"

Raven scrunched up her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were a bright red color. "No!"

The books scattered over the floor began to soar through the air, creating a whirlwind around the two figures. The pieces of glass from the mirror and objects flew dangerously about, occasionally nicking and cutting into their flesh. Blue cloaks ascended and plummeted to the ground like indigo specters, while the black shadow slowly growing behind Raven expanded and expanded until it threatened to swallow her up.

Robin fought to control his panic, and rested his hands on Raven's shoulders. He shook her urgently. "Raven! Snap out of it! Raven, please, try and calm down!"

His words had no effect, the winds were growing stronger, until heavier objects began to move. In fact, the only thing that didn't move was the white book, poking out of the cavernous chest. Robin wrapped his arms around Raven, using his cloak to shield her from the dangerous debris.

"Raven," he murmured, swallowing back tears as he attempted to break the emotional wall the pit of darkness had hid herself behind.

"Raven…you don't have to fight anymore…I'm here now…I won't let you get hurt…please…come back…"

With an earsplitting gasp, the chaos evaporated. The books fell unceremoniously to the floor with loud thuds, as well as the other various objects that had been spinning around the room. Raven lay limp in Robin's arms, her head resting on his chest.

"Raven?" Robin asked desperately. He looked at her unconscious form. "Raven!"

With a groan, Raven slowly opened her eyes. She looked around her disastrous room with half closed eyes, and hugged Robin closer. She tried to utter something, but the words did not reach Robin's ears.

Perceiving she was scared and confused, he whispered reassuringly in her ear. "It's okay Raven…I'm here now…it's going to be okay…" were the last words she heard before everything went dark.

A/N: Well, there you go. Not much, but I wanted to post that quickly, since I came up with it a while ago. Thanks Insanity 101, I don't like Terra much either, but images in my sleep inspired this piece, so bear with me here. Of course Chocolat rocks, what could be better than Johnny Depp and chocolate in the same room together? Sounds like a slice of heaven. As for pairings, I'm not so sure, I'm not a great romantic writer, though I love romance. The first chapters were a little BBRae, I'll admit, though it was totally not my intention. This chapter speaks for itself. If there would be a pairing, I'd have to say some RobRae, I like that pairing a lot, thanks to you :). Anyways, gotta run.

Jambey