For a moment she's lost in the unimaginable that's taking place behind the closed door of her bedroom. The heat radiating from her cheeks seems immensely matched by the heat coming from his. Her surroundings begin to fade rapidly but she catches herself and pushes him violently away. Jason stairs at Raven half shocked and half hurt. Her abilities as an empath reveal his hurt is coming from a place of feeling he made her uncomfortable, not from being rejected by her. He goes to speak but she raises her hand to request he remain silent. "It's not you." She whispers the words shakily, still flushed from what had just occurred between the two "should be" enemies. Black energy swallows her as Red X watches her disappear right before his eyes. He simply plops down on the edge of her bed and hangs his head, questioning the surreal event that just took place.

Robin paces the rooftop of the T Tower, trying desperately to expel the energy overflowing within himself due to everything he's left unsaid over the years. He thinks back to the first time he realized he had feelings for Raven. As a young teen, he only had eyes for Starfire, which was clear to everyone in the tower except for the alien herself. They'd tease him when she wasn't within ear shot and he'd blush ferociously at their accusations. He'd dream of her nearly every night, and when awake, he could barely function around her, unless it had to do with their duties as a team. As he thinks back on all those years ago, he realizes that Starfire's naivety could nearly match his – being just a teenage boy – though back then he wouldn't have seen it that way.

He remembers being entranced by her beauty, her sweet scent, her innocence, and of course her endless capacity to care for all living things – even the enemies they faced. But he sees now those reasons were all superficial and would have been labeled a silly high school romance never destined to last, had they been enrolled in school. Robin can't think of the exact moment, but as he got older, the things about Starfire that drew him in all of a sudden lost their luster. But this didn't bother him much, seeing as they had yet to take the step to be anything more than friends.

Now clear headed, and a few years older, Robin began focusing on hobbies outside of his obsession with Starfire, and working out. He began to draw and read. Picking up these hobbies, which would have been considered out of character for him, sparked a hunger he could barely contain. He was overflowing with the desire to share the things he was learning through his books, and the things he was creating on paper. But as he imagined the reacts of his peers, only one person stood out to him – Raven. He spent a few days arguing with himself as to whether or not he should divulge such a private piece of himself to her. Surely she'd understand him, but there was also the possibility she'd run to the others with her dry, witty sense of humor, to poke fun at him.

His need to be heard won over his fear of being shamed, and he made his way to her door late one night – about two years ago. She cracked the door, as she always did, and stared blankly at Robin, who had begun nervously rubbing the back of his neck. She glanced down to see two books and a stack of papers sloppily bundled in his hand. When she looked back up at him, her blank stair had turned to a perplexed look. Robin involuntarily let out a nervous chuckle, before finally finding the nerve to speak. "Can I talk to you?" His mouth dried as if he were stranded in the desert. Raven simply moved out of the way to allow him into her room. He walked to her desk and sat down, spreading his most vulnerable, and to him now, most valuable possessions. He began to ramble off all the things he'd been doing in his spare time, asking if she knew of the authors who had sparked his interest, what she thought of the color scheme he chose for his landscape drawing. He listened to her responses, monotone as usual, though he could tell she was genuinely intrigued and cared for what he was showing her. But he refused to look at her, feeling bashful as if it were his first day of kindergarten all over again.

They began to spend a lot of time together, sharing raw pieces of each other, safe and secluded in one or the other's room. He'd always appreciated the seriousness of Raven's demeanor, even in their younger years, but never realized the extend of her depth. He began to allow himself to drown in it. And then he found himself drowning in her eyes. Her hair. Her soft sweet voice. In the private moments they shared, he began to long for her touch, longed to taste her skin. He'd literally slap himself when the thoughts crept into his mind, when no one was looking of course. He swallowed his feelings day in and day out. Her monotone voice and blank expressions left him sure that she didn't, and would never, feel the same as he did.

And then the unexpected happened. It had been so far from his thoughts that he didn't realize as Starfire began beckoning for his attention. He's sure it had, and has to this day, to do with Starfire finally becoming fully acclimated to human life and interactions. About six months after opening up to Raven, Starfire approached him, excitedly asking him to go to dinner. Only now, as he thinks back, does he realize she was blushing when she asked. When she meet him in the Titan's living room, he was astonished, and embarrassed, to see how she was dressed. Tight dress, high heels, hair curled. It hit him like a bat in the back of the head that this was a date.

On the roof of Titan's Tower, Robin shakes his head violently. From that night forward, the night he and Star had had their first date, he had let things spiral out of control. He didn't want to hurt Starfire, his long time friend who, though he had no longer had those type of feelings for her, held a very special place in his heart. She kissed him at the end of that night. He didn't have the heart to turn her down. Even after all her years on her, all her progress in understanding, all her maturing, she still had such a child like innocence about her. All those things he's left unsaid. He had successfully buried everything within himself, a skill he can truly attribute to Bruce Wayne. But now, seeing Raven with HIM, it's rushing to the surface, scratching at his throat to be let out. He scream at the top of his lungs. It isn't working. He makes his way to the gym to try a different method. And he sees her.

Raven rustles through the spare sweat suits located in the Titan's gym. She feels a sudden rush of emotions from an outside source and expects to turn around and see Jason. But it's Robin instead. She's embarrassed to be seen, still flushed as she can still feel the presence of Red X's lips on her own. She snatches her hood forward to further cover her face. She unwillingly shoots a glare toward him, as if he were invading the personal space of her room, though this was a common area. His emotions are intense and wild, but his face is soft. Seeing this shoots a pang of quilt through Raven's heart. She collects herself and puts years of meditation and training to good use as she shuts out what she can feel from him. He looks down and begins to mumble just loud enough for her to barely make out what he is saying. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, I'm almost finished." He shoots a confused look at the outfit she now holds in her hands but sets his curiosity aside to make a more pressing statement. "Not for interrupting….what ever it is you're doing…. For how I've been acting toward you lately. I -" She cuts him short. She feels bad for brushing him off when he's clearly coming from a genuine place, but she just does not have the time. The only thing she could think was getting Jason out of her room as soon as humanly, or demonly, possible. "It's fine." She coldly response. "Raven-" She cuts him short again, this time with a faint, forced smile in an attempt to put him at ease for now. "I promise you, we will make time to talk soon just, like we used to."

Those words hit Robin in a bittersweet way, especially as she uses that statement to take her leave. It was mostly his preoccupation with Star that lead to them no longer meeting to discuss books and art. But the idea of them once again being alone and raw with one another sends a jolt through him, even though the boundary of being just friends with still be set. He simply sighs in relief and heads to the weights. I'll have to say it all. Not to change anything between us other than a new light on my behaviors that she'll hopefully understand. But secretly, he was hoping for more. Much much more.