30Kisses Theme Ficlets

Robin/Raven

By Kysra

Theme #15 (perfect blue): Cloak

They were watching Perfect Blue when he asked. Considering it was the climax of the movie, with the true killer about to be unveiled; well, was it any wonder that she smacked him?

"Ow!"

"Shut up, Robin."

Starfire giggled, popping a kernel of popcorn in her mouth, Beastboy praised her aim with a jubilant, "Good One," and Cyborg just grinned at her proudly.

She had NEVER smacked anyone before. These people were obviously corrupting her with their silliness.

"But I just wanted --"

"Robin. If you like having your head connected to your body, I advise you to drop it until the movie's over."

Minutes later, Raven chewed on her tongue to keep from screaming at the idiot next to her who would not let go of her cloak. She suddenly had thoughts of going Rumi on his ass. That woman had some very creative ways of killing, and now that the movie was over . . .

Her head swiveled to meet his masked eyes. "Drop. The. Cloak."

"Why do you wear a cloak, anyway? After today I'm not so sure it's a good look for you."

Ah, so he's an idiot who's concerned for me. They had been fighting Slade's robots in an abandoned warehouse, chasing down another dead-end lead as to the man's whereabouts, when Raven had been thrown near an active turbine. Her cloak had become tangled, pulling her into the lethal blades with great speed. Only Cyborg's quick thinking and a strategically shot energy beam saved her ass.

"Nothing happened, Robin. We all made it back in one piece."

"This time."

"Exactly. Nothing is certain in our line of work."

There was a subtle shift in his position, a deepening in the brow, and suddenly Cyborg was clearing the room of Starfire and Beastboy. Obviously, he thought World War III was about to erupt. Good thing she knew how to hold her temper.

"Raven. It might be a nice fashion statement, but that thing is dangerous."

"How kind of you to protect me from my own clothes."

"I'm serious."

"Really? And here I thought you just wanted a better view of my girlish figure."

"You will get rid of the cloak."

"Fine. As long as you get rid of your costume color scheme."

"WHAT! My costume is not the issue here!"

"It should be."

"Honestly, I'm amazed no one has shot you yet. You're a clear target even in the dark."

"This outfit has sentimental value." It was delivered through clenched teeth.

"So does my cloak."

"Raven --"

"Robin." Sweet Azar, he had her singing his name.

He stared at her for long moments before heaving a great sigh and surprising her with a kiss on the forehead. "I'm glad you're alright."

Then he was up and walking away while she just stared at his retreating back.

Maybe . . . maybe she could compromise with him. Later. After a few hours of meditation.