Robin: A simple note.

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RxS. When Robin can't contain his feelings for Starfire inside of him anymore, he writes it all down on paper. But when an extra pair of eyes see it, emotions are released, and Robin doesn't really know what to think of it. That is until he knows how wonderful a simple note can be.

'Starfire,

I stare at you. I try to understand you. After all the years we've known each other, you are still a mystery to me. You know me better than anyone else does, and I know you better too. But I still don't really understand you.

I love looking at you. You're beautiful, and at the same time, pretty cute. I'm the leader of the team. But lately it seems that I'm not leading you, but you're leading me. Leading me to you. All I can think about is you. My mind can't really hold all that you are to me. You always seem fresh and new to me; full of suprises and explosions of laughs. You're like a Christmas present; its always a suprise. I'm fascinated, but still really confused. And for some reason, I'm happy about that. Being confused.

I watch you grow each year. I can observe you from a distance, and take it all in like that, or see your smile up close. Whenever you smile, I can't explain how it makes me feel. Pretty happy, actually. You overwhelm me. I'm completely lost in you. Contently, though.

Your childlike innocence and personality draws me to you somehow. The way you always ask about everything that someone your age should know about by now. But you didn't come from this planet anyway. In a way, I'm kind of happy about that. I love being able to spend time with you and explain everything about Earth. These past few years have been the best of my life. Because you were there. I don't think I even knew what happy was until I met you.

How do you do it? You remain pure and gentle, never unsure about yourself. You aren't self conscious or nervous about anything. I wish I could say the same about me. But I think I'm even more upset with myself for being so attached to you. You're a titan, and you'd never want someone like me. I'm obsessive, strict, and totally opposite from you. You're sweet and kind, caring; not anything like me. But no matter how many times I try to convince myself out of my feelings, the deeper I seem to fall towards you. You always catch me when I do.

It always stings me to allow your touch to leave me. I hate myself for it, but I love holding your hand or even staring into your two beautiful eyes. If you could see my eyes, they would be nothing compared to your's. Your eyes are...well, breath taking really. Whenever I get the chance, I stare into them for as long as I can before you catch me. I always take a horrible risk looking at them like that. I always seem to move closer to you. Closer to your lips. But I shouldn't be thinking about you like that. You're a friend. Just a friend. I'm accepting that. I don't have a problem accepting that. You don't need to waste your love on me. I'm not worthy of it.

I can sense you looking at me. You're probably wondering why I've been writing for, like, three hours. And you might be wondering why I've thrown out alteast two hundred and something sheets of paper. But this is really hard for me to write about. I can only think of one word to describe you. Perfect. I swear you are. I don't have one doubt in my mind. But seriously, everything seems so perfect about you. There's your smile, your eyes, the way you crinkle your nose when you're confused, your personality, you're kind, pretty...you must think I'm some kind of creep, huh? Uh...sorry about that. But I need to get all of this down on paper. I'd never be able to tell this to your face. Never. You're going to hate me for being in love you. Aw man! I sound like a poet! I should stop that...

...but you're still staring at me. For a few minutes now. And I've noticed you moving closer. Its kind of weird, but kind of not. If I said I hate it when you look at me, I'd be lying.

You know, you look even prettier when you're suspicious. Which can be most of the time. Toward me, anyway. Why are you always so suspicious of me? Just because I worked with a guy in a bat suit doesn't mean you should always expect me to do something weird...like writing this totally humiliating letter to you. Stupid pen. If I had been writing in a pencil I could erase all the idiotic, and as Beast boy would call it, mushy things. Anyway, back to...whatever I've been rambling about the last few hours. But I don't want to waste your time.

I've got it bad. I know it too.

I love you, but I just can't.

Now I can feel your hands squeezing my arms and I can feel your breath on my neck...or the part of it that isn't covered by my cape anyway. Its kind of a nice feeling actually. Its just, I think when you like some one, you...I...I...that...oh, shoot. You're reading this stupid letter over my shoulder, aren't you?'

Starfire gave his cheek a small kiss as he dropped the pen. "Yes I am." she murmured.

Robin blinked repeatedly and his body froze with pure fear and shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would leave. He opened it, closed it, opened it, closed it, and did that for about a minute. "You...read...it..." he forced. "You...you weren't...ever supposed to...read...read that." Starfire floated in front of him and smiled warmly.

"Why not?" she questioned.

"B-because I'm a brainless i-idiot." he replied slowly, nervously.

"You are not." she giggled lightly. "But you are a very skilled writer."

"I...I shouldn't have let you see that." he stiffened. "That was only meant for me to see."

"Perhaps it was not." she whispered sweetly. "I am quite flattered and delighted."

"You are?"

"Of course. I have never had anyone feel so strongly about me before."

"Look," he began. "I know that you probably don't like me like that, so can we just forget this letter was ever written?"

"No." Starfire answered simply. Her voice dipped into a soothing tone. "Because I do."

"Star-"

Starfire placed a gentle kiss on his lips, cutting his words off as well. Robin leaned back in his chair. He gently laid a gloved hand on her back. She smiled to herself and melted in his arms. Robin knew he shouldn't have been encouraging her. Kissing her back. Even have written an innocent love letter. But now, all he wanted was her. Her tender kiss and her arms encircled around his neck loosely. It was all he had wanted ever since the word hello. She had him. And as far as anyone could tell, he had Starfire as well. That's all they ever really wanted. Each other. Now they had that, and they couldn't have been any happier. That's a good thing.

Now he knew he'd broken his promise to her and himself; he'd never let her use her love on him. Although, she did seem quite happy with using her emotion on him. And he felt fine with that.

Because now, they'd taken too many steps ahead to turn back.

They'd never go back to hiding.

Because love is too strong for that.

And they'd both held on too long to let go.

Author's Note: Sorry for the almost painfully short chapter. I have trouble writing anything semi-long. Uh...I promise that the next chappy will be much longer. This chapter was based off a beautiful love letter a man wrote to his wife. His note was a lot nicer, but I couldn't copy it or anything. I added and took out a lot of words for this chapter. I was going to do a BBxRae for this chapter, but this one was already pre-written...and I'm lazy and not a fast writer. & yeah, this is kinda the same as chapter 1. Hehe...ahem. Please review!

Till next chapter,

PWG

And yes, I know that Robin isn't romantic.