Slade entered the elevator, the doors closing behind him.
"Seems Raven is a little stronger than I anticipated," he commented, pushing the button to go to the surface.
The elevator jerked to life, slowly ascending up the shaft.
"She is actually a lot stronger than the last time I fought her and the Titans as well, but no matter," he continued talking to himself as the elevator rose, "this will all fall in favor for me in the end."
The elevator stopped, the doors opening, revealing what appeared to be a walkway that led to an extravegant home nestled in the tree-lined hills overlooking Jump City, which appeared to be several miles away from where he looked. The sun had begun to set, creating what would normally be considered a peaceful and tranquil scene. Slade, on the other hand, didn't take it in as so, his minor wounds still pained him so, Raven had been able to inflict damage upon him that Robin, nor Terra had been able to do so. He continued walking down the path at his usual brisk pace, heading towards the manor. He reached the back door to the extravegant home, turning the knob to enter. He found Wintergreen preparing to go where Slade had just come from, to tend to her wounds.
"Excuse me, Sir," Wintergreen apologized, stepping out of his way, "I thought you were still down there."
"No problem, Wintergreen," Slade replied, as if he were speaking to a friend or a relative, "Please do hurry, her injuries are quite serious this time around."
"Of course, Sir," he obeyed, "I presume that it will be a little more difficult than planned?"
"Not at all," Slade informed, "I know she will have a sudden change of heart when she awakes, I know it will take a while, a few days perhaps, but nothing that will throw my plans off schedule by much."
"I see, Sir," Wintergreen stated, "good luck with that of course."
Slade patted him on the shoulder, a sign of friendship between the 2 of them.
"I know I have said it many times, Wintergreen," Slade began, "but you are truly a good friend and I do thank you for all that you have done for me and my family."
"Not a problem, Sir," Wintergreen replied, "it has been a pleasure and an honor helping out, either you or your family."
Slade nodded and continued past him. He stopped, turning around quickly.
"One more thing, Wintergreen," Slade stated, walking the few steps he had already taken back to Wintergreen.
"Yes, Sir?" Wintergreen replied, awaiting what Slade had to say.
"Did you contact the clients I informed you about, you know, the ones that will be performing a diversionary action for when I take Raven out for her first mission as my apprentice."
"Yes, Sir," informed Wintergreen, "Brother Blood said as long as you present him the amount of money you promised, he and his H.I.V.E. students, along with his robots that he used the stolen technology from the one called Cyborg, would gladly distract the Titans."
"Very well then," Slade said, "tell him that he will get half now, half after the job, he can take it or leave it, it is up to him."
"Will do, Sir," Wintergreen replied, "after I tend to your apprentice first."
Wintergreen went out the very door that Slade had entered through, going to attempt to undo the damage Slade had wrought upon Raven.
"Today could have went better," Slade commented, walking up the grand staircase of the manor, its rooms empty and vacant from the absence of his family, his children and his wife, all gone, either dead or staying away from their putrid father.
He unlatched his mask as he entered what appeared to be his bedroom. He tossed the dented, bloodstained piece of metal on the bed as he looked into a mirror he had hanging upon the wall. He saw what his family had grown to hate, a old man full of vengence and self-pity to a degree. His features were chisled from the all the years of fighting he endured, his right eye covered by a black eye patch. He honestly thought he would have been better off dead instead of having to go through life the way he is now, but the notion quickly passed. The wounds that caused blood to seep from his mask around his eye were visible, a moderate cut above his good eye, and where Raven struck him and split his skin, his mask had only stopped caving in becuase it hit his face. His white hair and goatee were saturated with sweat.
"I have been in worse shape before," he said, nonchalantly, "nothing a shower and a good night's sleep won't cure."
"I still can't figure this out," Robin thought, "Is this just hanging out or a date?"
Robin wrestled with the question, debating upon what it really was.
"It has to be a date, otherwise she wouldn't have made me get all dressed up," he thought, pondering, "or she just wanted to do something different as friends and just us two go out for an evening, as friends."
He continued, throwing either idea back and forth, making sure he didn't make a fatal mistake, or worse, a missed oppurtunity. Robin looked at his watch, the one he had never wore before, only to wear for certain occasions such as this. He slid his dark red-maroon sleeve back down his ungloved arm. His long-sleeved shirt was definitly different from what he was used to wearing. Robin also donned a pair of black dress slacks and black dress shoes that had been polished to a near-mirror finish. He still wore his mask, he vowed to never take it off in public, not wanting anyone in Jump City to know who he really was.
"This has to be a date, it has to," Robin finally agreed with himself, feeling as if he won the mental battle, "I'll just see how things go at first, then I will truly know for sure."
No sooner than he was done telling himself that, Starfire's door wooshed open, her heeled footsteps could be heard coming down her hallway. Robin tensed up, nervousness taking him over again. Her attractive, slender figure appeared in the dusk light of evening. She was wearing what appeared to be mini-skirt that nearly matched Robin's shirt. her halter top that beared her midrift was the same color as well. Her jacket, black in color, seemed to be a shortened version, ending right where her top did as well on her midrift. Her shoes, actually, heeled sandals, were black as well. Robin, awestruck by her beauty, snapped to his senses.
"Are you ready to depart, Robin?" she questioned in her usual voice, ready to go with Robin.
"Yeah," he managed to reply, "Star, you look amazing."
She blushed a little, barely enough to be seen in the evening light.
"Thank you, Robin," she replied, "you are very amazing looking yourself."
"So," Robin said, attempting to get off of the subject, "let's go, what do you want to do first?"
Starfire began following Robin to the elevator.
"I would most enjoy the dinner first, Robin," Starfire informed, stepping onto the elevator, the doors closing behind her.
"I know this really nice Italian restaraunt by the bay, how about there?" he stated, pitching the idea fo her judgement.
"That sounds most wonderful, Robin," she replied with glee in her voice, "how are we getting to the restaraunt of eating?"
The elevator doors opened, revealing the garage area. Cyborg and Beast Boy were hard at work on his moped project, wanting to have a vehicle of his own like Cyborg and Robin posessed.
"Wait here one moment, Star," Robin informed, walking towards B.B. and Cyborg.
B.B. looked up, seeing how Robin was dressed.
"Hey, Cy," he said, nudging him with his elbow, "look who is finally going to take Star out on a date."
He looked up, and in suprise, seeing Robin out of his usual attire as well.
"Man, you look a lot different when you aren't dressed up, playing superhero," he said with a chuckle.
"Laugh it up, you two," Robin warned, "and it isn't a date, we are just going out as friends."
"Sure," Beast Boy replied, mocking Robin, "so why did both of you get all fancied up to "hang out"?"
"She told me to, and that is all," Robin informed, getting defensive, "just leave it at that."
"Look," Cyborg said, wiping his hands off with a towel, "we aren't stupid, we know you two have a thing for each other, and that's fine, no problems. Since this is all her idea, I think she is trying to tell you something, so just go with it, be smooth, ok?"
"I guess your right, Cyborg," Robin replied, looking up at him, "in the meantime, why don't you help Beast Boy with his little "romance" with Raven?" he added, looking at B.B. with a smile.
"Hey," Beast Boy started, defensively, "I do not like, like her, ok? Her and I just happen to be close friends, ok?"
"Whatever, Beast Boy," Cyborg said, turning to him, "We all could tell by how much you didn't want her to leave that you care for her, again, what's the big deal, if she likes you, then that means you aren't a complete immature idiot."
"Yeah," Robin added, "there's hope for you yet."
"Whatever," B.B. grumbled, not wanting to get in a big argument on his true feelings for Raven.
"Anyways," Robin stated, changing gears, "we are going out for a while, don't know when we will be back, so don't put the Tower on complete lockdown so we can get in, ok?"
"Gotcha," Cyborg said, going back to work.
Robin went back over to Starfire, who had just finished what appeared to be counting the tiles on the floor of the elevator.
"Let's go, Star," Robin said, gently grabbing hold of her hand.
"You still didn't answer my question, Robin," she said worryingly, "how are we getting there?"
"How else?" he said, leading her to a canvas-covered object.
"You don't mean th-" she began.
Robin grabbed a hold of the canvas and jerked it off, revealing the newly-rebuilt and polished R-Cycle, still painted in the same shade as red as it has always been.
"You are going to let me ride the R-Cycle, Robin?" she questioned, anticipation and glee in her voice.
Robin handed her a helmet, the same as his, red with a green visor.
"I assume that is a yes, correct?" she continued to question, not believe what Robin was allowing her to do.
Robin scooted forward on the seat of the cycle, patting the seat area behind him for her to sit upon.
"This is most exciting Robin," Starfire commented, straddling the seat, wrapping her arms around Robin, holding on for when he took off.
"Well," Robin thought, enjoying the warmth from Starfire's body pressed against his on the bike, "this is off to a good start already."
He turned the ignition to the bike, the motor roaring to life. Robin gave a few quick revs to the engine, testing it out, the noise from the motor echoing off of the garage's cavernous walls.
"Hang on," Robin warned, preparing to kick the bike into gear.
Starfire paid heed to Robin's warning, gripping a little tighter without crushing him.
He released the clutch, the rear tire squealing as it spun, trying to gain traction, sending a plume of white smoke into the air around it. It finally caught, the bike rocketing forward, entering the tunnel, increasing in speed as it sped away.
"It is definitly a date," B.B. commented, handing Cyborg a part to his moped.
"I agree," Cyborg replied, changing his index finger into a ratchet, ready to attach the part, "but what about you and Raven?"
"I told you," Beast Boy defended again, "I have no special feelings for her, we are just friends."
"Yeah, sure," Cyborg stated, attaching one of the bolts, "that's why when she left, she kept hugging you after you let go."
"She just happened to miss me, that's all," B.B. replied, assuming he was right.
"Man," Cyborg said, looking up at him, "don't lie to me, I know you like her, and I know that she likes you, she just doesn't show it."
Beast Boy remained silent, knowing Cyborg was right.
"So what should I do?" B.B. questioned Cyborg, giving him a shot for advice.
"For one," Cyborg started, "when she gets back, you need to start acting a little more mature, especially around her. Since she is prone to losing control of her powers when any of her emotions begin to take over her judgement, you will have to sway her in your direction in small doses, sort of speak. Also Beast Boy, Raven does have somewhat of a thing for you, you may not know it, but I can tell, hopefully you will figure that one out for yourself."
"Doesn't sound too hard," Beast Boy commented, "when she comes back, I will be a dashing, debonare gentleman, name's Logan, Garfield Logan." he added, doing his best impersenation of James Bond he could manage.
Cyborg stiflied his laughter.
"No matter how many times I hear your actual name, B.B," Cyborg finally laughted, "it cracks me up every time, Garfield, that is good stuff, just as Raven said in the past, we will definitely get a lot of mileage outta this."
Beast Boy said nothing, only grumbled, handing Cyborg whatever piece he needed to attach to the moped.
Robin sped through the tunnel, shifting into the final gear on the bike. The speedometer in the center of the small dash on the bike read out "236 MPH" and continuing to climb as they kept going, the bike's engine whined, increasing in sound and pitch as it started to reach its maximum. He could feel Starfire squeezing him harder and harder, hard enough to the point to where it actually began to hurt. He let off of the accelerator, the bike beginning to slow down, Starfire's death grip on his torso lessening as well.
"What's the matter, Star?" Robin asked, still watching the road, now down to about 100 MPH.
"Your R-Cycle is most terrifying at high speed, Robin," she informed, opening her eyes again, scared to see how fast they were actually going.
"I thought you could fly faster than this, Star?" Robin questioned, starting to near the end of the tunnel, the bike continuing to decrease in speed.
"On the ground on a wheeled vehicle is a lot different from flying in the sky, Robin," she protested, "please control the bike a little slower, at least until I am used to riding it so."
Robin respected Starfire's request, entering the downtown streets of Jump City at the speed limit, nowhere near what the bike was capable of, but he wanted to please Starfire.
"The city is so wonderus and joyful at the night, Robin," Starfire commented out loud, watching all of the lights and neon signs as they passed by them.
"It's definitly different at night," Robin replied, agreeing with Starfire, but continued to watch the road ahead of him.
They continued down the road, Starfire glanced out across the bay to see the Tower, still illuminated, meaning B.B. and Cyborg were still awake, yet the sun had finally set on yet another beautiful late summer afternoon. Robin stopped at a stoplight, setting his feet down to balance the bike as they waited for the light to change to green once more. A car rolled up next to them, it appeared to be an import of some kind, all decked out with all kinds of add-ons and by the way the engine sounded, it had a few upgrades as well. The driver looked no more than 20, looked over at Robin, seeing Starfire on the back of his bike.
"Hey, babe," the man called out to Starfire, "why don't you ditch bird boy here and take a ride with me."
Robin looked over at him, revving the bike's motor.
"You want me to lose this jerk, Star?" Robin asked, wanting to blow the guy's doors off as soon as the light turned green.
"Yes, Robin," Starfire replied, "you may do the losing of the jerk."
"Hold on tight then," he warned again, continuing to rev the engine of the bike.
"I got you, bird boy," the guy stated, revving the motor of his car, the turbocharger whistling as he let off of the accelerator each time.
The light went from red to green, Robin released the clutch, the bike took off, the front end rocketing skyward into a wheelie, sending the bike forward. The tuned import spun both rear tires all the way through first gear, attempting to catch up to Robin. The bike rested on both tires again, Robin continuing to shift gears, the bike climbing up to speed again at an alarming rate, while the car continued to fall further and further behind. Robin looked in his left mirror, seeing the car was completely out of sight, he began to let off of the accelerator, slowing the bike back down to legal speed.
"That was most invigorating, Robin," Starfire congratulated, "your R-Cycle is most fun indeed to ride, with you at the controls, I feel most safe."
Robin only smiled as Starfire said that, knowing that tonight was going to be something special, whether it be just friends or more.
He slowed the bike to a stop at the restaraunt, which overlooked the bay as he has promised. After he attached the helmets to the bike, he opened the door for Starfire, like a gentleman should. He led her up to the waiting area, luckily, there wasn't a line, so they would be shortly helped. No sooner than the thought crossed Robin's mind, a waiter walked up to them.
"Table for two?" he questioned, picking up two menus from the host podium.
"Yes," Robin replied, "by the window if you would, my good man."
"Right this way, Sir," the waiter informed, leading them towards the window seats.
He seated them, telling them he would return in a moment.
"Robin, this place is so magnificent," Starfire commented, awestruck by it's beauty.
"That's why I brought you here, Star, I knew you would like it," Robin replied, awestruck by Starfire's beauty.
"You seem to be a lot different when not fighting the evil, Robin," Starfire commented, noticing in his overall behavior, "You seem more relaxed, as if you were of the normal."
"I didn't always fight crime and villainy," Robin began, looking at the menu, "there is a regular me that not many know about."
Starfire pulled Robin's menu down from in front of his face with one finger.
"I wish to know more about the real you, Robin," Starfire informed, her eyes basically focing him to say yes and tell.
"I must warn you," Robin stated, setting the menu down, "my past is very tragic and painful."
"As is mine, Robin," Starfire consoled, "you are not alone when it comes to have the pasts of troubles."
Before Robin could begin, the waiter returned, giving both of them the water they had requested, ready to take their order.
"I'll have whatever she's having," Robin stated, the waiter looking over at Starfire.
"I want the alfredo of fettuchini with the sticks of bread and garlic," Starfire began, looking at the menu, "I would also like the chicken of parmesean in my alfredo of fettuchini, please."
Confused, but following what Starfire ordered, the waiter wrote it down, and took it back to the kitchen area.
"Where were we?" Robin commented, knowing that Starfire was going to tell him anyways.
"You were about to tell me about who you were before you became the Robin," Starfire answered as if she were on a game show.
"Ah, yes," Robin stated, rubbing his chin, "well, for starters, my parents were part of a flying trapieze troupe, called the Flying Graysons," he leaned closer into her ear, since she leaned forward as well, "yes, my last name is Grayson, you mustn't tell anyone."
"You can trust me, Robin," Starfire assured him, "keep going, I will tell you of my past as soon as I here yours, since you know a little of mine already."
Robin acknoledged Starfire, continuing with his story.
"Anyways," he started, "our troupe leader owed protection money to a crimelord in Gotham City, so he had come to "collect" his money, but the troupe leader refused. Not being one to be screwed, he rigged the trapieze wire."
Robin stopped for a moment, his face becoming distorted with pain.
"My parents did their act, completley unknowing of the fact of what had been done," he continued, pausing as he went, "the wire snapped...and the missed the safety net, falling to their deaths."
He hid his face for a moment to lift his mask up to allow for his tears to free themselves from his eyes.
"Is that all, Robin?" she questioned in a tone that would cause anyone to feel depressed, "or is there more?"
Robin wiped his tears away, looking up at Starfire with a smile, attempting to make her feel better.
"After a short, unpleasent stay in the child services system of Gotham, a business man by the name of Bruce Wayne took me in, but I had other plans on my mind, I wanted to find out who killed my parents, unknown to me, but the very man I stayed with," he hushed to a whisper, "was Batman."
Starfire's eyes grew with suprise and amazement.
"Bruce Wayne is th-"
"Yes," Robin interrupted, not wanting anyone sitting near by to hear Batman's true identity.
"And because of him you became the Robin?" Starfire questioned, trying to tie all of the ends of his story together.
"That would be correct, Star," Robin informed, starting to return to normal.
"That doesn't explain why you left Gotham City to come to Jump City and form the Titans, Robin," Starfire said, perplexed.
"I'm getting there, Star, just calm down," Robin said with a laugh, "Bruce and I had several disagreements, and they all led up to me leaving and coming here to make a name for myself, then I ran into you and the others."
"Your past is full of the tragedy and the pain, Robin," Starfired consoled, "I would rather of had your life than the one I lived before I met you and the others though."
Suprised, Robin widened his eyes on Starfire's face, which appeared to be recalling the painful events that took place.
"My parents loved me so, but not enough to keep themselves from just giving me away to our sworn enemies just so the rest of Tamaran could enjoy peace, me, at the time, was very young, and didn't understand what was happening. Our enemies held up their end of the deal, but they were traders of slaves, knowing they would get a hefty monetary gain for a Tameranian princess, they sold me to the highest bidder, but I was able to escape, I came to the nearest planet that supported intelligent life, so Earth is where I came to, running into you and the others."
Robin remembered that day as well. He remembered when he undid her restraints, how she grabbed a hold of him, forced his body towards hers, and engaged him with a kiss. Unknown to him at the time, the kiss was in order for her to be able to speak english, in order to communicate with him and the others. Ever since then, Robin has always had different feelings towards Starfire as a friend, but lusting for something more. He finally took his eyes off of Starfire, who appeared to be playing with the bottle of vinegar on the table, to notice the waiter bringing both of their meals.
"Here's the food, Star," Robin informed, ready to eat and continue with their "date".
Slade exited the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, wearing his black pajamas with a white, silk "SW" initals upon the right chest.
"I already feel better," he commented to himself, putting the eye patch back over his scarred eye, scarred from the love of his life attempting to kill him out of betrayal, only to maim him for the rest of his life.
He walked to a small computer sitting on one of the dresser-esqe pieces of furniture in the room and opened the screen, pushing several buttons. The screen activated, revealing Wintergreen and 001 in the background, Raven still lay unconcious on her bed, covered in bandages and wrapping, blood soaking through in several areas.
"How is she, Wintergreen?" Slade questioned, wanting to make sure he didn't permanently injure his apprentice.
"Her injuries, as I said, are quite extensive, and will take some time to heal," Wintergreen informed, "she is stable, but I really do recommend that if she disagrees with you, to not be so rough on her, she is a mere child, she might not live next time."
"I see," Slade replied, "I will take your warnings into consideration, in the meantime, be sure that she doesn't attempt to escape, I need to speak with Brother Blood tomorrow, so I will not be around to keep tabs on her."
"001 is perfectly capable of handling the job in abcense of your presence, Sir," Wintergreen reassured.
"He better, otherwise Professor Chang will have failed me, and I will not tolerate failure upon his part," Slade warned, merely shooting off at the mouth, sort-of-speak.
001 stepped forward out of the shadows to face his Master.
"I promise you, Master," 001 said cooly, "the child will not escape, she will have to get through me and my many brothers in order to do so, which she will have a nearly impossible chance of doing so."
"If she does, 001," Slade replied in the same voice, "it will be on your head."
"The full responsibility rests upon my shoulders, Master," 001 acknowledged in his calm demenaor again.
The video feed fizzled out, Slade shutting the screen as soon as it did so.
"Technology," Slade said to himself, "can be a burden at times, at others, a savior."
Slade turned the lights out and laid in his bed until he drifted into a deep sleep.
After their meal, Robin and Starfire left, after Robin paid the bill of course, a rather large one at that, but he wanted to make this night out with Starfire something to remember, either emotionally or the giant hole in his wallet by the night was over with. They made their way across downtown to catch the last showing of a movie that Starfire has been wanting to watch ever since it started showing previews, "All is Fair in Love and War", a romantic war movie that would supply Robin with the action he yearned, while Starfire would enjoy the parts of the main characters falling in love, only to be seperated by being worlds apart. During one of those tender moments, Robin stretched, doing the many-times-tried reach around, putting his arm around Starfire, trying to play it off as nothing. Starfire didn't say a word, only looked at him and blushed in the darkness of the cinema. Near the end, she was resting her head on his shoulder, yet another good sign to Robin that this was, indeed, a date, and going fairly well thus far. The movie ended just how Robin had predicted, but Starfire was shocked.
"I cannot believe that happened the way it did," she said out loud, wanting Robin to say something.
"I saw it coming from a mile away, Star, but it was a very good movie," Robin admitted, not one to usually enjoy romantic movies.
"Indeed it was, Robin," she replied, taking hold of his hand.
As they walked to where the cycle was parked, a few other movie goers started their way.
"Hey!" one of them called out, "It's Robin and Starfire!"
All attention directed to them.
"Hurry up, Star," Robin whispered, picking up the pace to avoid the mob of people that wanted to see their heros.
She obeyed, reaching the bike in time to allow for them to take off without incident. After crusing to back towards the tower, taking an exit just before the bridge, Robin parked the bike once more in a vacant spot next to the park. The city park was most beautiful, but at night, especially in the moonlight, made it a very romantic scene. After strolling through the park a little ways, reaching what was the highest point of the park, Starfire stopped, still holding Robin's hand.
"Robin, I have had a most wonderful time this evening," she informed, "the out to eating, the movie, and this has all been so amazing."
Robin blushed a little, trying to come up with something to say.
"I am glad that you had a good time, Star," he replied, clearing his throat, "you are a lot different when you are alone with just me."
She looked him in his eyes passionately, her jade green eyes shimmering in the moonlight.
"That is because I am able to do so when the others are not around," she stated softly, "you see, Robin, here on Earth, I may be out of place, but there is one thing I do know well about, whether it be here or Tamaran."
"What's that, Star?" Robin questioned, expecting to hear something amusing.
"The bonding and love that comes from courtship, Robin," she said with seriousness in her voice, "Robin, I may be naive, but I am wanting something more than just friends with you."
His eyes widened with suprise and excitement. He thought for a moment, unable to come up with something to say.
"It seems my words have confused you, Robin," she said seductively, "maybe action will better your judgement."
She took hold of the back of his head, he was startled, but he quit resisting no sooner than he felt the warmth of her lips upon his, engaging in a very romantic, passionate kiss. Robin could tell this one was from her heart, not just to learn a language. After what seemed like ages, she released him, continuing to look him in the eyes, his cheeks blushed a very bright red.
"That..." Starfire stated, "I hope was most enjoyable for you, as it was for I."
Robin finally snapped out of his trance.
"Very," he replied, knowing that he was right on this one and was very pleased with the way everything ended.
He looked at his watch, seeing it was almost one in the morning, knowing the Tower wasn't on lockdown, anyone could just bardge in.
"We need to get back to the Tower, Star," Robin said, not wanting the evening to end, "someone could break in."
She nodded, staying very close to him as the walked back to the cycle. After the already practiced helmet donning, they took off across the bridge, then going into the tunnel that led to the Tower.
"Let's find out how fast your R-Cycle goes, Robin," Starfire stated, ready to test the vehicle to its limits.
Robin said nothing, only applying the accelerator as he shifted gears, the bike jumping in speed. The speedometer topped at 250MPH, the numbers flashing back and forth between that and 249, showing it had reached its maximum. The Tower garage area started to appear ahead, so he backed off of it, allowing it to slow down to a safe speed in which he could stop it in time. After parking the bike where he had it before, they quietly walked to the elevator, not wanting to attract anymore attention than they already would, knowing Cyborg had came up with some kind of plan to record anything that happened between the 2 of them for a later date. The elevator doors opened, revealing the central room to be dark and desolate, showing that B.B. and Cyborg had finally gotten tired of waiting up for them. Robin walked Starfire to her room, talking quiet footsteps as they did coming in. Starfire was about to go into her room, but she stopped, turning around, taking hold of Robin's hand once more.
"When shall we go on the date again, Robin?" she questioned, anxious to know when they can spend time together alone again.
"I will tell you, Star," Robin replied, "in the meantime, you need to get some rest, we still have to protect the city if anything comes up."
She only giggled, leaning forward kissing him again, not the way she did before, but still, it was from her heart, her heart full of love for Robin.
The door wooshed shut as she entered, Robin stood there with a smile of victory on his face.
"So," Cyborg's voice in the dark, could be hear, "I presume you two had quite an evening?"
Suprised, Robin wheeled around to see his red eye shimmering in the dark.
"How long have you been there?" he questioned, embarassed.
"Long enough," Cyborg replied with a laugh, "I told you, didn't I? Just be smooth and things work out just fine."
Robin only smiled.
"Can't argue with those results," Robin said with a chuckle, undoing his collar, walking towards his room.
Cyborg patted him on the back as he walked by, both of them returing to their rooms for much-deserved sleep. Beast Boy, on the other hand, wasn't asleep. He laid in his bed with his lamp on, thinking, thinking about Raven.
"I know she has only been gone a week, but it seems like an eternity," he thought, looking at the only picture of them two together, her displaying her usual demeanor, him in his, looking ridiculous next to each other.
"When she comes back," he said quietly, "I will be changed, I'll change, just for her, just to prove to her how much I care for her."
He leaned over, turning out his lamp, pulling his covers up to his neck, drifting into a deep, heavenly slumber.
