Longest chapter far, Hope you enjoy! It's Mardi Gras while I'm writing this. Happy Fat Tuesday!

Chapter Five - Blue

Raven smiled as he stumbled into the common room, bags under his eyes, his shoulders slumped over, dragging himself over to her. She enjoyed seeing him like this - it was a side he didn't share with any of their other friends, only her.

Being groggy was a weakness, Robin didn't have weaknesses. That's what he tried to make it seem like anyway.

In reality, he was more human than anyone else on the team. He trusted her with this knowledge - he had a weakness, he had a human side. Sometimes it seemed Robin was more of a robot than Cyborg. He was different around her, though.

He wasn't as intense. Wasn't as serious. Wasn't as stern. Wasn't as angry. He was just... him.

"Good mornin'." he grumbled.

Raven smiled even brighter, "Same to you." she offered the mug of tea she'd just taken a sip from.

Robin smiled, he'd completely given up coffee for tea. She must've been rubbing off on him. He took a large gulp of the scalding tea. He sighed out and handed her back the mug.

"You could always get your own tea, you know." she quipped.

A groggy smile came to his lips, "Yeah, but then you wouldn't have any reason to talk to me in the morning." he reasoned "Plus it tastes better in your cup." he added.

Raven flushed slightly, "I see... well I guess it's cool if we keep sharing." she shrugged.

"Awesome." he flopped down on the couch next to her. "Ready for tonight?" he asked sleepily as he rested his head back against the cushion.

Raven widened her eyes. They were going out tonight. Just them. No distractions. More importantly, no Cyborg. The idea seemed surreal.

"Don't wear your normal clothes." He told her, picking his head up.

She frowned, "What's wrong with my normal clothes?"

"Absolutely nothing." He didn't miss a beat "I just want to go on a date with Rachel. It'll be a nice change, we'll be out and about and no one will even bad an eye."

"I think if Rachel Roth goes out with Robin, it might be cause for some attention." She noted.

"I'm not going as Robin. I'm going as... well, me. The real me."

She didn't even know he had civilian clothes, "Really?" She asked lightly, "And just who is the real you?"

He smiled, "I guess you'll just have to find out."

She matched his smile, "I look forward to it."

He groaned and leaned against her, she stiffened for a moment, but melted into a puddle of nothing as he pressed his lips against the top of her shoulder. Was that a scar? They were soft but there was a jagged bit of scaring on his bottom lip. "I'm sleepy Rae, wake me up."

"How would you propose I do that?" she bit her lip.

"A kiss would be nice."

It didn't sound like a completely horrible idea, but she wouldn't let him know that. "I'm that easy, Bird Boy, you've gotta work for it."

He grinned, "Yes Ma'am." he gave a salute.

She leaned into his shoulder a bit more, "What was so important that Cyborg had to interrupt us yesterday?"

Robin rolled his eyes under his mask, letting a long groan out, "He gave me the 'big brother speech'." he moaned, "Don't play with Rae-Rae's feelings. This isn't a game, this is real. If you hurt her, I'll break your spiky ass in two'." He said, doing a Cyborg impression.

Raven gaped at him, "He did not call me 'Rae-Rae'." She growled.

Robin nodded, "Yep. More than one time actually."

"That... that..." She struggled to find the word.

"Zarbnarf?"

She narrowed her eyes and nodded, "That's the one." she grumbled.

He rubbed his calloused hand over her forearm. He wasn't wearing gloves? He always wears gloves. "What's wrong with Rae-Rae? I think it's kind of cute."

Her features softened for a moment, "Well... I mean, It's okay if you call me that, but... It's different when Cyborg says it."

He grinned excitedly, "Did you just me permission to call you Rae-Rae?" Sometimes Raven didn't let Beast Boy call her Rae. She was pretty stingy when it came to nicknames... but somehow, it was different when it came out of his mouth.

"I guess, if you want. It's better than other nicknames." she shrugged, 'Sweet Cheeks' and 'Baby-Girl' left a bad taste in her mouth. She suddenly narrowed her eyes at him, "But only when we're alone, I don't want anyone else getting any ideas."

His arms slipped around her waist, hugging her close to him, "Sure thing Rae-Rae."

She blushed furiously, but she didn't move away. He was warm. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

He pecked the back of her neck, "Oh you definitely are. Sorry, no take backsies."

Raven sighed as she wiggled out of his grip. The other Titans would wake up soon - it wouldn't be good for anyone if they found the two of them in a... compromising position. Still, she felt a little cold.

Robin sighed and rose from the couch, groaning as he did so. "I'm gonna go for a run and catch a shower."

"Coming to breakfast?"

"I wouldn't count on it. I've been slacking off lately - I'm way behind on my case files." he explained.

"That my fault?" she questioned with a small smirk.

"Maybe a little," he chuckled "Your beauty is distracting. Today, however, I must resist." he stated reluctantly. "I'll see you tonight."

"You still haven't told me where we're going." she pointed out.

He nodded, "It's a surprise." he smiled slyly.

"How am I suppose to get there if I don't know where I'm going?"

"I'm taking you." he said with an excited smile on his face, "Raven might be able to fly and teleport, but Rachel Roth can't. No powers or gadgets tonight. I'm taking us on my motorcycle."

Raven widened her eyes. Azarath protect her.

His heart was pounding against his ribs, sweat dripped out of every pour of his body. That was only partially due to the four miles he'd just ran. He was nervous. He never got nervous. He'd stared down the Joker before and didn't even flinch, but the half-demon princess beauty made him nervous.

Extremely nervous. He needed to call someone.

Robin leaned against the padded wall of the training room, sliding down to the floor and pulling his phone out. The sweat on his bare back made his skin stick to the blue pads, he couldn't care less right now.

"Master... er- am I on speaker phone?" Alfred answered after the first two rings.

"Nope. Just me and you, Al."

"Very good, sir. Did you need something, Master Dick, or is this a social call?"

"A little bit of both."

"I see."

"It's about that girl I was telling you about. Raven."

"I see." The old butler said all too knowingly, "I'm here to help."

Robin grinned, "Of course you are." Alfred was always there. Bruce was like a father to him, but Alfred was the one who really raised him. Bruce gave him the skills and tools needed to save the world, Alfred taught him how to live in it. "Well... Rae and I are going out tonight. Like, just us. Together. Alone."

"You sound nervous."

Robin snorted, "Understatement of the year."

"What exactly is eating at you, Master Dick?"

"Well... I mean, I just don't want to screw anything up." Robin was well experienced in messing up a good thing, he didn't want to repeat himself.

"Forgive my blunt nature, Master Dick, but are you fond of this girl."

"Yeah, of course." he didn't hesitate.

"Are these feelings mutual?"

Robin frowned, "Well... I don't know... I mean, I guess so. I'd have to ask."

Alfred chucked and Robin's frown deepened a bit, "You and Master Bruce are so very similar." he quipped, "Master Dick," he said, changing to a serious tone, "If this girl didn't feel the same way, she wouldn't have agreed to go on this date with you." the elderly butler deadpanned.

"I guess that makes sense."

"You must care for Miss Raven greatly. You are never this nervous, for anything. Or anyone for that matter."

Robin chuckled to himself, another understatement, "Yeah... Yeah I do."

"Have you introduced her to Dick Grayson yet?"

"No." he bit down on his lip - he was planning on doing so, but a thought kept plaguing his mind. What if she didn't accept Dick? "What if... what if she doesn't like who I am under the mask. What if she wants to be with Robin, not Dick."

"Who is the real you?"

"Huh?"

"Who are you really? Dick Grayson? Or Robin?"

He didn't really know how to answer that. He hadn't been Dick Grayson in a very long time. He was Robin, but... he wasn't. Dick Grayson was the third member of the Flying Graysons - Dick represented what he was before that night. Before he watched his parents die. It wasn't him, but it still was.

He wasn't Robin either. Robin was what people knew him as, but it wasn't him. Not really, anyway. Robin was the latter half of the dynamic duo. He was Batman's trusty sidekick - Robin represented what he was before the Joker's shot clipped his shoulder. What he was before he went after Joker for revenge. What he was before the Clown Prince of Crime nearly killed him. What he was before Batman asked him to retire as a crime-fighter. It wasn't him, but yet it still was.

"I'm not really sure. A little bit of both, I suppose." Robin shrugged his shoulders.

"So - Miss Raven agreed to a date with half of you. It's up to you to show her your second half."

"But... what if she doesn't like what she sees? What if she doesn't like who I am?"

"If half of what you've told me about her is true, then she will. If she really cares for you, then she'll accept you - Good, Bad, and the Ugly."

"Okay... Thank you Alfred. I don't say that often enough - Thank you." he thanked, for more than just his advice.

"Of course, it was my pleasure. I look forward to seeing you soon." you could hear the old man's smile over the phone.

"It's been too long." Nearly two and a half years.

"That we can agree on."

A smirk played at his lips, "Oh, that reminds me. I'm bringing Raven to Gotham when I come down." he informed.

"Truly?" he asked a bit surprised.

"Absolutely. I don't want her to alone with Beast Boy and Cyborg during the holidays," It was for their own safety, "And I need her with me if I want to keep my sanity when I face Bruce."

The butler chuckled at his comment.

"Also, she wants to meet you. She loves tea. And books."

"I like her already." He remarked, "I cannot wait to make her acquaintance."

Robin smiled, "I can't wait for her to meet Bruce. She might give him a taste of his own medicine."

"How so?"

"She isn't like other girls... she's different. Special." he sighed, looking over at the clock, "I need to run. See you soon."

"I can hardly wait."

Starfire seemed to materialize from nothing. She grinned at Raven. "How are you, friend Raven?"

Something about the way she was staring made Raven uncomfortable, she raised her hood over her head, "Fine... I guess." Her eyes drifted back down to her book.

"You and Robin brood much too often." The alien pouted, crossing her arms "I shudder to think what your offspring shall be like."

Raven gripped the leather of her book tightly, her eyes went wide and drifted toward Starfire, "O-Offspring?" she choked out.

Starfire rose one of her brows at her, "Children." she clarified. "You and Robin are doing the dating, correct?"

"No." she flushed, burying her nose into the novel, "Not really." she muttered.

"Then it is just a coincidence that you both requested leave for tonight at seven?"

She flushed even deeper, "We're going to hang out."

Starfire smirked at her, "So... It would be like a team activity? Good, I shall tell the others."

Raven narrowed her eyes, the alien played dumb, but she knew what she was doing. "Fine." she grumbled "We're just going for a coffee or something, but... Just the two of us."

"That would be a date."

"I guess if you want to call it that." she shrugged.

"So... therefore the two of you are doing the dating!" she exclaimed with excitement.

"I mean..." Raven sighed, she wasn't going to win this one, "You could say that. I guess."

"Glorious!" she chanted.

Raven sighed and closed her book. "I need to meditate." She rose from her seat and began to walk toward her room.

"Shall I join you?" Starfire asked eagerly.

Raven looked back, she couldn't help but faintly smile, "Let's go."

"Just tell him! What's the worst that could happen?" Happy cheered.

"He could reject us." Timid commented quietly.

"He could also tell us he loves us too!" The pink cloaked emoticlone noted.

"Let's tell him! I mean, c'mon - He has to love us too." Brave pointed out.

Raven frowned at the jumbled group of her emotions argued over what she should do. She looked over at the emotion dressed in purple, Passion. "You're being oddly quiet." she pointed out, "I assume you have an opinion."

"Of course I do." Passion admitted calmly.

"Care to share?" Raven couldn't help but feel like a school teacher prodding her students.

The rest of her emotions turned and looked at Passion and Raven, "No." Passion shook her head.

Raven rose a brow at her.

"I don't need to. You already know it."

"I do?"

"Yep. It's the exact same one that keeps running through your head. For once - You and I can agree on something." A smile grew on the bright purple emotion's face. "You're in love with Robin and you're admitting it to yourself. That's more than I thought I'd ever get out of you." She smiled slyly.

"So you want me to tell him?"

"Yes. Eventually. Not tonight though."

Raven rose a brow, she was intrigued, "Really? I would've thought you would've been angry I hadn't told him sooner."

"I might be powered by Love, but that doesn't that we're easy. Make him say it first." She proposed.

Raven frowned, "But what if he doesn't feel the same way."

"He does." Passion said confidently, "And if he doesn't - then we'll just have to persuade him otherwise."

Raven smiled. She and Passion were starting to see eye to eye.

Her alarm clock shook Raven out of her trance. She opened her eyes and turned off the loud alarm. Starfire was jumped up and down excitedly, "It is time for your date!" She squealed.

Raven smiled at her, "Yes. It is. You should let me dressed before I'm late."

Starfire nodded eagerly, "Very well. Good luck friend Raven!"

The door shut behind the orange alien and Raven huffed. She was really going to do this. She went through her closet and saw what she had available. She hadn't had many occasions to wear anything but her cloak in quite a while, but she was never one to be unprepared.

After a few minutes of debating, she decided on a dark purple long sleeved shirt, some black pants that clung tightly to the curves of her thighs and rear, and a pair of black converse. She thought about tying her hair back into a ponytail or maybe a bun, it was longer than it once had been, but she decided against it. She let her long violet locks flow down her back and over her shoulders.

She didn't put on any makeup, she never did that. This was important to her, but she didn't feel like she needed to change what she looked like. Robin knew what she looked like and he enjoyed what she looked like, he called her beautiful, didn't he? Maybe at her wedding, then she would wear makeup.

She decided that she looked decent enough, she hoped Robin would like it.

Her heart fluttered with a nervousness and excitement. He said she wouldn't be going out with Robin. She'd be going out with him. The real him. Raven wasn't entirely sure what that meant exactly, but she would find out soon enough.

"Hey Beautiful," his voice sent, she flushed even though she was completely alone, "You ready?"

She took a deep breath. In and out. She never lost control of her powers anymore, but right now she might take down the whole tower. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos." She muttered to herself as her heartbeat began to slow to a normal pace, "I'm ready." her voice sounded shaky even in her head.

"Meet me outside." He instructed, "I'm the one with the spiky hair." he quipped, trying to ease her tension.

She sighed and glupled down her suddenly very dry throat. Here went nothing.

Raven walked out of her room and slithered past the common room, Beast Boy and Cyborg didn't even notice her as she walked through the room and down to ground level.

Robin smirked at her as she walked toward him. Her knees suddenly felt like they were unable to support her weight, but she ignored it and pushed on. He leaned against his motorcycle with an amused smirk and his arms crossed. "Wow Rae, you look beautiful - absolutely stunning." He flushed.

He looked... wow. He was wearing a dark blue short sleeved shirt that was much too small for him and showed off the muscles in his chest, he wore a black leather jacket over it, he had on a pair black jeans with a brown leather belt around his waist, and a pair of fine brown boots that looked like they'd just been polished.

Even his hair was diffrent, it wasn't spiked up like it normally was - no, that would've been too recognizable. Instead, it seemed lazily put together - his dark locks coming down slightly over his eyes, parting right down the middle from where he ran his fingers through. It was so diffrent, but she liked it. Raven liked it a lot. It had just begun to lightly snow - there were a few flakes settling in on the top of his hair. She really liked it.

And then the eyes. His mask was gone and it was replaced by a pair of dark tinted sunglasses. He didn't need them, the sun was setting and the buildings blocked any rays of sunlight that might black his vision. Knowing Robin, they were probably some kind of glasses that he could see clearly through but hid his eyes. Sort of like a two way mirror.

She realized she was staring, "Thank you." She replied finally, "You look great." She returned.

Robin grinned, "Thanks, I tried." He shrugged, "Ready for tonight?"

She nodded, "What exactly do you have in mind?" She wondered.

He shrugged, "Well... We can do whatever you want, but I was thinking we could go down to this little coffee shop in downtown Jump. It's a little hipster, but I like it there - good music, good coffee." He suggested.

"Do they have tea?"

Robin smirked, "Of course. I wouldn't have suggested it if they didn't."

"Sounds good."

"Let's go then." He threw his leg over the side of the motorcycle and gripped the handlebars.

It wasn't the R-Cycle, not at all. It was a blue and black Harley. It didn't have all the gadgets and tools that the R-Cycle had. It was just a motorcycle. Raven sighed, Robin had a slight obsession with motorcycles, it was the only thing she'd ever seen him drive - she wasn't even sure he knew how to drive a normal car.

Raven looked unsure as she got on. How exactly was she supposed to not go flying off this thing? She would've preferred the T-Car. At least that thing had seatbelts.

"You're gonna need to grip the bike with your legs and there are handlebars underneath the seat." He instructed, "Though it would probably be safer if you just held on to me."

"You?" She bit her bottom lip.

"Wrap your arms around my waistline and hold on tight."

She looked hesitant.

He smiled back at her, "Pretty please Rae-Rae." He cooed "It would make me feel a lot better. If not, then I'll be worried about you back there."

Raven sighed in defeat, "Fine." She slipped her arms around his stomach and tightened her grip. She blushed intensely, his Robin costume had lots of padding for armor - He was just wearing clothes and she could feel every intention of every muscle on his stomach as she put her arms around him, "Like this?" She muttered.

Robin grinned and handed her a helmet, she quietly thanked him and slid it on. "That's good. Squeeze me if you want to slow down." He gave her that cocky grin of his, "Not too much groping though - I'm not that easy." He remarked.

Raven opened her mouth, but the words never got the opportunity to form. The engine roared and they took off. Raven let out a quiet eep and she tightened her death grip on his torso. The cheek of her her helmet pressed up against his back. She closed her eyes and wasn't sure if she'd ever open them again.

Her head was spinning. Raven wasn't exactly sure they were on that two-wheeled death machine, but every second felt like an eternity. The motorcycle slowed to a stop, as they pulled up to a small lime green building.

Raven got off of the bike first, pulling off the helmet. She gasped for air as she panted heavily, "Manaic." She grumbled.

Robin rose a brow, "You okay?"

Raven shook her head, "We fight crime every single day and endanger our lives, but I have never felt so close to death." She remarked.

"Oh." He frowned, "I'm sorry. I thought you were having fun."

"I was screaming." She pouted.

"Yeah, but... You know like... screams as in you're excited, having fun." He smiled sheepishly.

Raven's frown intensified, "No."

Robin matched her frown, he almost looked a little nauseous, "I'm really sorry. I told you to squeeze if you wanted me to stop." He pointed out.

"You were serious?" She deadpanned "I thought you were just flirting."

"I was, but I was serious too... ah shit, I'm fucking this up already." He sighed.

Raven's features softened, she wasn't truly angry. Well, she was, but she just couldn't be angry with him. She hated that. She hated some of the things that he did to her. "It's fine." She sighed, "The rest of this date better be good." She added with her index poking his chest.

He gave her a small grin, she just called it a date, but he didn't comment. "How about, after our tea... I let you drop me into Jump City Bay?"

Raven's frown melted away and changed into a devilish smile, "I think I rather like that idea."

Robin smirked, "I figured you would."

"I think that would make me forgive you."

Robin nodded, "Okay... Sounds like a plan."

"Good." Raven's eyes drifted to the oak wool door of the coffee shop, "Shall we?" She proposed.

Robin nodded as he opened the door for Raven and shuffled in after her.

It smelled like raspberries, it had four brightly colored walls that were decorated with various road signs and lisence plates from 34 diffrent states. The pair slid into one of the empty red booths. A waitress walked over to then, her high heels clicking with each step. She was a pretty blonde, with dark brown eyes, and full sleeve tattoos on each of her arms.

Robin ordered something for the both of them. The waitress nodded and went off to make the drinks.

Raven noticed something. Robin wasn't acting like Robin - his muscles weren't on a tense standby, ready to leap into action. He was relaxed, that stern look wasn't plastered onto his face, he used his smile more often. He had pretty teeth, bright and white.

"So..." Robin began, a silence hanging between them.

"What exactly do people normally do on dates?" Raven wondered, she wasn't exactly an expert in this field.

"Get to know each other better." Robin shrugged.

"Well... I mean you pretty much know everything there is to know about me."

Robin frowned, "Not everything."

"Ask away." She shrugged, she didn't have anything to hide. At least not from him.

"Favourite kind of music?"

"Late 90s or early 2000s rock." She answered.

Robin chuckled, he wasn't sure what he was expecting but that sure wasn't it, "Band?"

"Bowling for Soup."

Robin made a mental note of that, "Here's a big one - Favorite color?"

Raven had never given it much thought. Most people would've probably assumed that it was black or deep purple, but not really. Those colors just seemed to look good on her, "Blue." She concluded.

Robin smiled, "Good." In one swift motion, Robin reached up to his glasses and pulled them off. His eyes were free for the first time in a very long time.

Blue. Baby Blue. Dazzlingly Blue. Bluer than the ocean. Bluer than the sky. Bluer than any Blue she'd ever seen. Bluer than any Blue that has ever existed, ever.

"Hi. My name is Richard John Grayson. Nice to meet you." He smiled, his eyes soft "You can call me Dick."

Raven blinked at him, not quite believing what had just happened. Blue. So blue. Gorgeous.

"Raven?" No response "Beautiful?" Nothing "Rachel?"

She registered him for the first time in what felt like forever. Her violet eyes were locked with his blue ones. Dick Grayson? That's the man behind the mask? She'd heard that name before. It was right on the tip of her tongue.

"Dick Grayson." She repeated his name.

It sent shivers down his spine, "That'd be me."

"Tell me." She demanded, though it sounded more like a plead.

"What do you want to know?" Dick was done hiding. He would tell her anything. Everything.

"Everything."

Dick smiled, her wish was his command. "I was born in the Circus to John and Mary Grayson, The Flying Graysons. The greatest acrobat act on this side of the Pacific." He beamed proudly, "I was born on March Twenty First, the first day of spring. My mom's little Robin."

Dick talked, he told her everything. Raven listened. He told her about he watched his parents death when he was eight years old. About how Batman took him in and cared for him. About how he found the Batcave and became Robin. About the misadventures he would have when pulling pranks in Alfred and Batman. About how he and Batman began to argue. And then...

"Bats and I were following Joker one day. He was attempting to hold the mayor hostage and hold the city for ransom." He explained, his eyes drifted down - staring at the whites of his fingernails, "I was cocky, arrogant. I never took Joker serious. I paid for that."

Raven watched him carefully, his eyes were filled with regret. She could never really read him, but now he seemed like an open book.

"He shot me." Dick reached up to his left shoulder and rubbed the rough scar. It hadn't healed well. "I let my emotions get the better of me. I went after him, without Batman." He swallowed, it seemed to be causing him actual pain to remember the tale, "Batman didn't kick me out. You guys always seemed to assume that's what happened. No. He asked to retire. To stop being Robin."

Raven's hand found it's way into his own. He gripped it firmly, smiling as he looked down at her pale palm.

"I was immature. I felt like he was betraying me. I left. Said some things I shouldn't have."

Raven didn't say anything, just nodding silently as he continued to hold her hand.

"I grabbed my bike and left Gotham. Ended up here." He shrugged, "I guess you would know the rest."

Raven nodded, a sad smile appeared on her face, "Thank you." She nodded. She wanted everything. She got everything.

Dick snorted, "I should be telling you that." He remarked.

Neither of them spoke. Dick looked down at her hand, rubbing it against his own. She just sat in silence and watched him. She carefully studied him, making notes of the ways his eyes moved. His irises darted all over the place, like he was waiting for something terrible to happen. Watching every little movement that was made.

The waitress walked over and gave them their drinks. He mumbled his thanks and grabbed the paper cup with his free hand, still not letting go of Raven's.

She drank her tea. Dick spoke up, no doubt trying to lighten the mood. She just nodded and smiled at whatever he said. She watched his lips move, but couldn't hear whatever it was. The two eventually rose from their seats. Dick left twenty on the wooden table.

Dick shuffled out of the shop, dragging Raven along with him, unable to let her go.

"Fuck." Dick hissed under his breath, it hasn't gone unnoticed. Raven turned and looked at him, a small frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" She asked gently.

"I really fucked this up... We were supposed to have a good time and... ah shit." He threw his head back in frustration, closing his eyes.

"What-?" She tried.

He cut her off as he looked at her, "I'm really sorry. This night has been really shitty. First the bike thing and now this." He ran his fingers through his messy black locks, "This isn't what our first date was supposed to go like."

Raven frowned with a sigh. Despite his intelligence, Robin could be a plain idiot sometimes. "Dick?"

"Yeah?" He cringed.

"You're a dumbass." She deadpanned.

Dick snorted, "Thanks. That makes me feel much better."

She rolled her eyes, "You're a dumbass because you think you have to apologize to me, not for what you said. I didn't agree to come with you because I thought it would be 'fun'," she told, "I agreed to go out with you because I needed to make a decision."

Dick rose a brow at her.

"I've felt an attraction to you for a long time." She admitted, a blush came to her face, but she didn't care acknowledge it, "But I realized something - I didn't know you. I know Robin, but I didn't know you." she pointed out.

"What was the decision you made?"

"Weather or not I would want to be with you - the real you." She explained "I didn't come because I wanted to have a good time. I came because I wanted to know more about you." She smirked "I didn't expect to get everything." She admitted.

Dick smiled weakly, it quickly fell from his face completely, "And... what conclusion did you come to?" He choked.

Raven frowned, "Azarath, you're dim."

Dick opened his mouth to respond, but he never got the chance. Raven threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her height. Their lips crashed together.

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