Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been supporting this fanfiction! This story has been a ton of fun for me to write, and I'm glad that other people are enjoying it too. However, this Saturday I will be leaving for a vacation trip. I'm afraid that I won't be able to post anything for a full seven days. Sorry for the wait, but I promise that I'll have chapter seven up as quickly as I can once I come back home. Enjoy chapter six, though its name is much too reminiscent for my tastes, and go see The Dark Knight. It's frickin' awesome.

Chapter Six: Tag

Robin didn't say anything even as he drew closer and closer to my resting place. In fact, he sat down right next to me, cross-legged and waiting for me to talk first. I sighed, putting away my pride for a little while.

"You were right," I said. "What I said back there wasn't true. I just . . ." I clenched my hands into fists and bit my lip. Going this long without meditating in the condition I was in was not a good idea. If I wasn't careful, I might break a vase or something. "I . . . We don't like just sitting back and watching you when you get so uptight and wrapped up in matters like Slade. We're afraid to stop you. We're afraid we might . . . That we might get you angry and start causing rifts between each other. I'm sorry . . . For everything that I said. I . . . We just want you to take care of yourself."

Robin put his hands behind him on the floor and leaned back on his arms. He sighed and said, "I'm sorry too. I know you guys are just looking out for me. I'm just trying to –"

"Do your job? We know."

"Stop using 'we,'" he said suddenly.

I hesitated before asking, "Why?"

"I know the others think the same thing," he said, "but we got into an argument last night because I was worried about you." He looked at me. "You're still not going to tell me what's wrong, are you?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Robin, but you know there are some things I have to keep to myself." He frowned, and I continued. "I'm going to get to the bottom of it soon. It's really no big deal. Surely nothing to argue about."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring ahead at the horizon.

"Fine, then," he said finally.

I looked at him as he stood up.

"If you won't tell me what's bothering you . . ."

A swift breeze rushed through me, as if a car had just run past me. The chill lingered.

" . . . Then I won't tell you where I'm hiding your cloak!"

I stood up in only my leotard and scowled at him as he dangled my cloak between his thumb and ring finger with a victorious smile on his face.

"I don't want to play tag, Robin," I said, suddenly noticing how heavy my eyelids had become.

"That's a shame, because I do!" He ran to the door, forcing me to trail behind him.

"Augh! I hate morning people!" I yelled as I followed him down the hall.

I fell asleep with my head resting in my arms at the kitchen counter shortly after Robin began our game. I conceded defeat several times, but he wouldn't listen to me. I guess I forgot to mention that I was running on zero hours of sleep. I had already started planning all the horrible forms of torture that I was prepared to perform upon him when I had caught him, but for now I just wanted to rest. My guilt was gone, my emotions were calmed once more, and Robin was obviously more than pleased with my apology. If things were going so well, then how did I end up as the only one having a crummy morning?

Seriously, everyone else must have woken up to unicorns in their closets and rainbows in their toilet bowls. I felt like a lonely little shadow in the corner of a free ice cream shop. What made matters worse is that they all tried to wake me up at one point or another. I controlled myself when Cyborg and Starfire came in to boast about the beautiful weather outside, but I threatened to pull off Beast Boy's finger when he started to poke my nose.

"Jeez, Rae!" he yelped after I jabbed him in the chest with my elbow. "If you're that tired then go sleep in your bedroom!"

"He's bound to come in here again," I said, "and when he does I have to take my cloak back."

"Who has your cloak?" Beast Boy asked.

"Robin," I groaned. "He took it from me this morning and refuses to give it back."

Beast Boy laughed. "That's awesome! I have to go congratulate him!"

I grabbed the green marauder by the collar and sat him back down in his chair. "No, you're not. You are going to sit here and wake me up the second he comes in. Are we clear?"

He whimpered. "Crystal clear, ma'am."

Just then, Robin walked into the main room, whistling as he strolled forward. What's the problem with this picture? He didn't have my cloak.

"Where is it?" I asked, my head not moving from the counter.

"I told you I was going to hide it," he said with a smile.

I groaned loudly. "I don't have time for this!"

I went back to my bedroom and took out my communicator. The faster I could get this mystery wrapped up, the faster I could get my cloak back and fall asleep peacefully.

"Jinx here!"

"Hi, Jinx, it's Raven," I greeted half-heartedly.

"Oh, hey. You don't look too good," she commented, noticing my drooping eyelids.

"Tell me something I don't know. Listen, did anything out of the ordinary happen while you slept in my room."

"Well, now that you mention it," she said, putting her finger to her chin in thought, "I could've sworn I saw something hiding in the shadows by your bookshelf."

My stomach did a back flip. "What?"

"I thought it was a burglar or something, so I tried using my magic to see if it would show itself. It was really dark, though, so I knocked over one of your books and it fell under your bed. When I turned on the light there was no one there. I assumed it was one of your creepy relics."

"I'm pretty sure that none of my 'creepy relics' move without my consent," I said, though I was still in shock.

"Is everything okay, Raven?" Jinx asked.

"Y-yeah, it'll be fine." And without a goodbye, I closed the communicator and ran out into the hall.

"Robin!" I shouted as I sprinted back to the main room. Instead, though, I bumped into him halfway there.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

As if on cue, the alarm started to go off, flashing a bright red light over us.

You gotta be kidding me.

"Trouble," Robin said. "Come on, we have to go."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I need my cloak!"

I insisted in riding in the T-car with Cyborg and Robin while Starfire and Beast Boy flew above us. I couldn't fight, much less travel by levitation. I was too tired. I tried to fall asleep in the back seat, but it's hard to doze off when the car is going a billion miles per hour.

When we got to the jeweler's store that Mumbo Jumbo had decided to rob, I was still leaning my head on the window with no intention of opening the door. A few seconds after the other two got out, there was an insistent rapping on the window. I opened one eye and frowned at the masked Boy Wonder.

"Raven! Stop sleeping and come help!" he yelled through the glass.

I sighed and opened the door. However, I leaned on it so much that I fell out of my seat and rolled out onto the sidewalk. I looked up at Robin.

"Happy?" I asked.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" he said as he tried to help me up by the arm.

"None." I stumbled a little when my feet found the ground.

"Well, then, I don't expect you to give it your all, but try to lend a hand every now and again."

"Robin!"

At the sound of Starfire's cry for help, Robin turned on his heel and rushed forward to help fend off Mumbo's new pet: a giant mutant rabbit whose saliva made Silkie look tame.

"Introducing," Mumbo's voice rang out, "a new act in my performance! Please put your hands together for . . ."

The rabbit took a snap at Cyborg and let out a blood-curdling shriek.

"Houdini the Hare!"

Ooh, a hare, my mistake. Look, if something is tearing my limbs off, I don't really pay attention to whether it's a hare or a zebra. It's a mutated animal, watch out.

The rest of the team went into a frenzy of attacks as Mumbo took his seat on top of Houdini's head to give commands and watch his enemies. I watched from the outside of the shop, leaning on a tire on the T-car. My eyelids drooped and soon I was out cold.

"Raven! Please wake up!"

Starfire's voice woke me up. Her face was inches apart from mine, so if I wasn't dangling from a flagpole and wrapped from head to toe in multicolored handkerchiefs, I may have jumped back and tripped over my feet. I looked down at the sidewalk one story below my feet and then back at Starfire who was now untying me.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked.

"Only a few minutes," she replied.

Soon I was free and floated down into the street where the fight had now moved. Though I was a bit dazed and my limbs were weighing me down, I was more concerned with ending this battle more than ever. As Beast Boy was head to head with Houdini in the form of a triceratops, I swooped low over Mumbo who didn't seem to notice my entrance into combat.

"Foolish Titans!" he cackled. "Houdini is too strong for all of you combined!"

As he rattled on, I threw a shot of telekinetic energy at his back. He stumbled forward and onto the ground. With Beast Boy still holding back Houdini, Cyborg caught Mumbo and held him back while Robin took his wand.

Breaking it in half, Robin said, "Your rabbit might have some good moves, but you need to learn some new tricks, Mumbo."

Mumbo cried out in fury, "He's a hare, not a rabbit! There's a difference!"

Houdini shrank down to the size of a regular hare and hopped off. I touched ground and caught him by the fur on his neck before he could escape. His face was still a little deformed, but besides that he was looking up at me as if he had done nothing wrong.

"Hey, you caught him! What does he look like when–?"

Beast Boy stopped talking at once when I turned around to look at him. He stifled a laugh.

"Rae," he forced, "have you seen your face?"

Cyborg pushed Beast Boy aside and took a good look at me. He immediately began to laugh with Beast Boy backing him up. I glowered at their amusement.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked. I looked at Robin who was choking back giggles. "Why are you laughing?"

"Raven, you might want to look in the mirror," he said.

I ran to the T-car and looked at myself through the side mirror.

. . . Oh, that little wand-waving buffoon.

My face was covered in Magic Marker doodles. I was sporting a curly mustache, a monocle, and bushy eyebrows. I looked behind me at Mumbo Jumbo who was being led into a police truck. He turned to chuckle at me and I summoned the doors of the truck to slam hard against his back.

I shot a harsh glare at the remainder of people of laughing, all of them being my friends. Three of them stopped, but Beast Boy didn't know when to quit. After a moment of persistent chortles, the back of his head was given an unwanted greeting by Cyborg's hand.

I climbed into the back of the T-car.

"Let's just go."

When we got back to the Tower, Robin followed me to the bathroom in which I tried to rid myself of my face graffiti.

"You wanted to tell me something?" he asked.

I turned on the faucet. "Something or someone has broken into my room."

"What?" he exclaimed, his face in dismay.

"Jinx said she thought she saw someone in there the night she stayed in my room. It left before she could find it, but whatever it was, it was going through my things." I splashed some cold water on my face.

"What things exactly?" he asked.

"My spell books. One of them fell under the bed when Jinx tried to protect herself, and I think that that's the one that Silkie got to. But another one was put back in the wrong spot. I think that's the one that they wanted."

I tried rubbing at my damp face with my knuckles, but the ink wouldn't come off.

"Are you sure Jinx didn't just make it up?"

I shook my head. "Jinx isn't interested in my magic. Even if she was, it would take her years to understand it all." I wet a washcloth and tried rubbing it against my face, but the drawings still wouldn't come off. "Agh! This stinks!"

"Try soap," Robin suggested, grabbing a bar of soap from the cupboard. He took the washcloth, rubbed some soap on it, and touched the towel to my face.

"Ow," I said, as I winced. "You're doing it too hard."

"It won't come off unless I do," he said.

So, I clenched my fists and looked straight ahead at his face as he helped me remove the marker ink.

This is where you might expect to see the paragraph that depicts how handsome or kind he looked. Well, once again, I have to disappoint you. Yes, it was indeed a rather fluffy moment. Yes, I could feel my face get a little red for a few seconds. But I would rather choke on a kitten then try to describe for you rabid monsters the step-by-step breakdown of this tiny tick-sized experience. He cleaned my face with soap and water. That's what happened, that's how it will stay, move on.

"So, you don't have any idea of who would try to break into your room?" Robin asked when he was done.

"Negative," I said, examining myself in the mirror. "Besides, even if we did find out who it is, I doubt that they'd have the experience to use the magic shown in my books."

"Yeah, I guess," said Robin, though his arms were folded in thought.

I turned around to face him. "Robin, what are you thinking about?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. At least for now. You sure you want to sleep in your room tonight? Whoever's doing this more than likely is intent on hurting us."

"What if they try to break in while I'm gone?"

"We could barricade the windows as if in lock down. Right now your safety is more important."

"Where will I sleep?"

He smiled. "I think I know someone who'd be more than happy to have you sleep in their room."