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There was something Raven hadn't told the Titans; she could see threads that connected people with each other.

When two people were connected with a purple thread, it meant that they were soulmates. Which is the whole reason the half-demon urged Cyborg to go talk to Bumble Bee; they were connected by a purple thread.

And when the Titans first encountered Slade and the villain and her leader were connected by a red thread; she knew he would bring trouble. Red threads were the complete opposites of purple ones, it meant they were destined to be mortal enemies. She wouldn't be surprised if Batman and Joker were connected by a red thread.

And although it was...unusual, Raven was completely fine with living with this power. She could easily see who to look out for and who she could trust. It was ironic, really; she was a really 'dark' type of girl, but all she could see were bursts and threads full of color.

The first time the Titans met each other; all she could see were blue threads, which meant that they were meant to be great friends.

However, the blue thread connecting herself and Robin seemed to stand out the most. She didn't know how, she didn't know why, it just did. So she wasn't really surprised when he turned out to be her best friend.

The more time she spend with the other bird of the team; the more the blue thread began to fade. And to her horror, it faded into purple.

Raven had never imagined to find her soulmate; she didn't even want to. Especially with the issues she had with her father. But they had already been through that, the Titans were with her, wether she liked it or not.

He was with her; forever.

"Hey, Raven!"

Her eyes shot open as she roughly got pulled out of her thoughts, her hood was up; so the others couldn't see the surprised look on her face.

The half-demon looked up to the person standing beside her; the one that had called her name. The exact person that had been haunting her thoughts ever since the purple thread appeared.

He frowned. "Are...you okay?"

Raven nodded and looked away from him, closing her eyes to make it seem like she was meditating.

Robin sat down beside her on the grass, signaling the other Titans that they could keep playing volleyball and that he would be joining them soon.

His masked eyes snapped back to Raven. "You sure? You seem...tense."

"I'm fine," she breathed, her voice calm and even as she 'meditated' in silence.

He was silent for a few minutes, and she sighed before lowering herself on the ground and pulling her hood down. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just...worried," he shook his head. "Maybe I should just go; give you some space."

Robin moved to get up, but stopped when a pale grey hand landed on his arm; pulling him back down. He looked at her with confusion on his face; not even bothering to ask the question.

"I'm fine, really." She shot him one of her rare smiles. "I just...it's been hectic lately, and my powers are acting up. But I'm fine," she lied.

Raven could tell that he wasn't sure if he should believe her or not; relief hit her when he nodded and dropped the topic. Instead, he got up from the ground and held his gloved hand out for her to take. "Want to join us?" He grinned.

The half-demon raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to give her usual answer; but he beat her to it.

"Before you say no, I'll just remind you that if you get the ball; you can always throw it at Beast Boy's face," he winked.

She looked up at Robin and held his stare for a few seconds, the purple thread connecting them almost taunting her. The closer she got to him; the more the purple would intensify. And her goal was to keep as much distantce between them without it looking suspicious so she wouldn't risk anything.

But when she looked at the Boy Wonder's hopeful smile; she just couldn't resist.

Raven placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up; not commenting on the fact that he still had a tight grip on her hand as he dragged her towards the others.

Her eyes focused on the thread connecting them and then back to him.

Maybe she should give him a chance; after all, her threads had never been wrong.