A/N: After finally getting this up (I kept getting timeout errors from Fanfic), I figure I should explain a couple more things, just in case they weren't obvious. Lets start with anything in italics not between " " is internal dialog of whoever's POV it is. And it has been brought to my attention that I started a little to far into the story (I didn't show what led up to Robin and Raven's feelings for each other). I haven't decided whether to do a flashback chapter covering it or wait and do a (please, don't throw anything) prequel. Anywho, please give me your opinion. Thanks for the support and ideas so far.

About the story: I know you want to throw something at me for the cliffhanger, but I hope it was worth your wait, Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, if I did, I would be rich and my stories would be on TV rather than here.

"I'm sorry," the words themselves almost made me choke on my tea, is this the great 'Boy Wonder' sitting there apologizing to me?... wow, I don't think in the few years I've known him that he's ever said that to me... so maybe he's growing up, he is an adult you know... it's just weird, I've gotten so used to being the mature one in the tower... well, well aren't we humble... okay, so maybe I just haven't given anybody a chance... "so sorry for everything today, I've said things I didn't mean and other things I meant to say I couldn't say when I needed to. So, in general... I'm sorry."

"It's o..." a hand stopped me from finishing the thought out loud.

"No, it's not okay. I've really screwed up lately and I hope you can forgive me, but it's not okay, I need to fix this 'footinmouthitus' if we want this to work." It was a REALLY good thing I wasn't taking a drink at the time, because I would have probably spit it all over him to avoid choking on it. What is he talking about?... okay, I understand what he means about it's "not okay"... and I think I can forgive him... but what is he talking about working?... And what is 'footinmouthitus'?

As if he could read my face and tell I was ever so slightly confused, he chuckled a bit and began by answering my last question first, "Footinmouthitus is a disease that has the following symptoms: opening of mouth, check, insertion of foot, check." When I realized what he was saying was as close to a joke as I've ever heard him tell I couldn't help but smile. And that apparently gave him the courage to continue, he continued with a more confident, yet at the same time cautious, question, "The only thing I want to know right now is, do you want this to work too?"

My head was whirling with the implications of what he just asked me. Did he really just ask me what I think he just asked me?... yeah I'm pretty sure he did... okay, calm down don't blow anything up and ruin it... I looked around and saw that nothing had been destroyed... yet. Well... well, what?... do you want to make this work?... make what work... now you're just being difficult... okay, yes and no... one way or the other Raven, you know better than that... fine... yes?... DON'T put words in my mouth, pause> okay I got it... go on... I give it a try, tell him up front that if things get to hard for me to handle it's over... why are you still talking to yourself, tell him...

"See what I mean, it's a disease. Sorry, I shouldn't ha..." I cut him off by grabbing his arm as he was standing and pulling him back down.

"No, it's okay. And I forgive you for anything you might have said to make me mad today. I was just taken back that you wanted to be with me. And the answer to your question isn't simple, it's actually... well it's on the complicated side of things. I want this, whatever it is, to work; but, I don't know if I can make it work."

After another eternity of silence, a silence that allowed both of us to grasp what we had both just said, his voice squeaked with stress mixed with hope, "So, can I take that as a tentative 'yes'?" I smiled, not a small little grin, a full smile for the first time in ages and nodded my head. I thought he was going to explode right then and there too (not from me either), when he shook his head as if shaking off the excitement and in a more serious tone added, "I promise to help you any way I can, I want you to be able to feel for me the things I feel for you." Wow, he really has grown up... about time... As he said this I realized that his hands were wrapped around one of mine, as I looked down I noticed that he had again removed his gloves and I was in contact with his skin.

Robin's POV
So soft, almost silk... I hope she notices I took off my gloves for tonight... I'm not ready to reveal everything, yet... I don't want to get hurt, that's my last line of defense, and things like this take time... funny, she's the one who needs to protect her feelings and she does it without a mask... well maybe she's stronger than you give her credit for... I hope she's strong enough for this to work... you know she is, or you wouldn't have asked... she just needs your help to understand that she is strong enough...

"I need your help too, Raven," I added softly, I was almost ashamed to admit it, "I promise to help you, but I need you to help me understand what I need to do. I want this to work and if that means taking baby steps at first, I'll hold your hand the whole way, both literally and figuratively." I'm going crazy admitting this right now... you just got her to give you a chance, don't run her off... I'm not running her off, I just have to be honest for the beginning... If I expect her to trust me with her heart, I have to trust her with mine... and I do trust her, more than anyone else... in the 19 years I've been on this rock I do believe this has to be the hardest thing I've ever done... but it's very possibly the thing I've wanted to do the most... quit thinking, you're going to hurt yourself... "I guess what I'm asking is, that you be patient with me... wow, this is harder than I thought it was gonna be..." was all I could stammer out before my voice decided to take the evening off. I looked up from the dark waters below only to fall into the two deepest pools I've ever seen. Oh God, I shouldn't have... I'm rather lost and don't really care... is there any bottom... do I care... It's so peaceful here... you're staring again... you should probably say something... no just enjoy it...

"It's okay, I think I know what you are asking me, and I promise to help you in any way I can," came the soft reply, "Although, I have a feeling I'll be leaning on you more than the other way around." I could see a debate going on behind her eyes; it was as if I could see the struggle, I couldn't tell you what it was about at the time or who it was between, let alone which side was winning out. I found out soon enough when she confessed, "I need you to help me by reminding me that I'm not alone in this and that I can lean on you for help. And be patient with me and accept my apologies when I forget to let you help me, can you do that?" The last part came out as almost a plea. How could I say no to a request like that?... see, you show yours she shows hers... okay that came out wrong... good thing you don't think out loud... But, I bared part of who I really am, and she just showed me a part of her that I'd be willing to bet no one has ever seen before...

I couldn't speak to answer her, but with a slight nod of my head she got the point. We sat there for a while just looking at each other, not a word was said, nothing needed to be said tonight. I noticed that the hand I was holding was starting to shake, at first I was worried then I realized she was just getting a little cold. I took off my cape and wrapped it around her and gently guided her towards me. She allowed me to wrap my arms around her as she leaned back against my chest. I was starting to breathe again, it's funny how you forget to do these things, and was glad I did. The sweet smell of lilacs, so subtle that I hadn't noticed it in the last couple years living with her, but so perfect that I knew I would never forget it.

We were so content just to sit there in each others company that we lost track of time. Which is odd, I can usually tell what time of the day or night it is, but the next thing I remember is watching the eastern horizon turn to a dull gray. "Oops," I whispered to the dark haired beauty in my arms, "we should probably go inside before anyone else wakes up. I don't want to have to answer their questions this early in the morning."

"Oh, so now you're ashamed of me?" came a quick jab along with a playful elbow in the ribs. I looked down as she was looking up at me, I could see the mischief on her face letting me know for certain that she was just giving me a hard time.

"You bet I am," popped out of my mouth, but I couldn't keep a straight face for more than a couple seconds before adding, "No, it's more along the lines I don't want to face Cy this early in the morning. He does mornings pretty good, and I think he take the role as your big over protective brother a little too seriously."

Apparently the idea of Cyborg's threat was funny to her because she just giggled as we stood up and made our way back into the tower. After a quick embrace at the bottom of the stairs we went to our respective rooms for a couple hours of shut eye before the day took off with a full head of steam.