Colors of the Rainbow

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I'm back! LOL. Well this chapter takes place in the titan garage were Robin is trying to convince her to ride his motorcycle to the restaurant…jejeje wouldn't we all just love to be in her spot? Well us girls anyway:D Oh yea some bad news I might not be updating as often as I have these last few days because I'm going on vacation!

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

Chapter two: Birds of a feather, forever and ever

"No!" stated Raven saucily there was absolutely no way he was making her do this. She had seen first hand this boy's tendencies, and they weren't exactly reasonably safe.

"Come on Rae…don't tell me your scared…it's just a motorcycle" Robin said mockingly. He was almost positive the amethyst-eyed girl would take the bait. She never was one to admit she felt, well, anything really least of all fear.

The duo had been arguing for a good 15 minutes after exiting Titans Tower. They were currently and by the looks of it staying in the garage that housed all their vehicles. The only one available, quite ironically, was the R cycle.

"That thing is a disaster waiting to happen!" by this time, Raven was loosing her patience with the boy wonder. She wasn't planning on taking the bait. She had a first hand account on the boy's recklessness and she was about to remind him of the experience.

"Actually if I'm not mistaken, which for obvious reasons I'm not, it has happened! Remember? Rancid broke your damn leg!" she was ranting now. Leave it to the boy wonder to ruffle her feathers. Only he could evoke feelings in her she thought she had suppressed in her childhood. Irritation being among the many.

"Would you just calm down nothing is going to happen." Robin said trying to calm her down no matter how difficult a task that seemed right now. "If you haven't already noticed I'm in a dress!" Raven was trying to stand her ground and failing miserably. He seemed damn adamant about the damn motorcycle ride! At this point she resulted in complaining to try an deter his resolve. 'Cocky idiot'

"Oh I haven't forgotten." Robin grinned mischievously "Which is why you'll be in front of me!" She would have to give in eventually if he was persistent enough. He just hoped it would be before they missed those reservations…

"Fine you spiky haired dimwitted egotistical cocky-" Raven didn't get the chance to finish her sentence before she was abruptly cut of by the annoying bird brain.

"Now now Raven one shouldn't say such things a person could easily get hurt." Robin stated flatly. The night wasn't running as smoothly as he intended. Why did she have to be so stubborn?

"Would you shut up and drive already." Raven said walking to the front of the bike "In case you haven't noticed we have reservations."

"Since you asked so nicely," Robin murmured 'Why do I enjoy egging her on so much'

'Probably because she looks so cute when she's mad'

"Why are you just standing there?" questioned Raven slightly amused. He looked ruffled and pleased, as well as completely out of if. She wondered what could be going around in that giant sized brain of his and resisted the urge to invade his privacy.

"Right" Robin said as he blushed slightly. 'Thank god it's dark out' Embarrassed that he was acting like a school kid with his 1st crush rather than the calm cool and collected vigilante that he was.

Robin got on the bike, gave Raven her helmet and put his on in record time. It seemed they were running late.

"Hold on tight." Robin said while revving up the engine.

Raven gulped when they headed of. She knew what a hazardous driver he was when he got on his bike, which was one of the reasons she had fought so hard to use any other means of transportation.

Raven latched on to Robin for dear life, 'When we get to the restaurant I'm going to KILL him!' Raven thought 'Hum she feels nice' Robin thought wickedly looking down at Raven; he loved having her in front of him like this. 'Smells good to' meanwhile similar thoughts were floating through Raven's mind. 'Nice cologne wonder boy' she wondered if he knew it was her favorite. In roughly fifteen minutes, they managed to get to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, which was conveniently, called Birds of Feather

"Do you have reservations, sir?" asked the arrogant host sordidly. His expression impassive and bored, but his tone gave away the obvious distaste the man felt for the to heros. "Yea reservations under Grayson." Robin answered the host quickly, he was eager to be seated and away from the pretentious man.

"The reservation Mr. Grayson is for a party of five," drawled the host out wryly "And I only see you and the lady, will there be any guests joining you shortly or will it be just the two of you?"

"Just the two of us, sir" Raven said tired of the hosts pretense at this point and losing her usual demeanor.

"You do understand that the reservations are unrefundable, untransferable, and unalterable." The host chanted wearily, almost like a revered mantra and yet tired all the same.

"Yes we are aware of that," Robin said through gritted teeth. He was trying very hard not to be temperamental. Things just were not going in his favor. Although things weren't going bad or anything he just had a sinking feeling about tonight, like something bad was going to happen…and he just saw this host as an omen…a warning of other things to go terribly wrong this night. And for the life of him he just couldn't shake the feeling off. "Alright then follow this man right here," the host said signaling for them to follow a young waiter around his twenties and handing them the menus.

"I'll give you some time so you can decide what to order I'll be right over there," said the young waiter smiling politely at the couple.

"Well this has been interesting so far now hasn't it?" Robin said trying to lighten the mood. This elicited a light chuckle from Raven.

"Since when have any of our days been otherwise?" Raven added in wisely.

Quite abruptly, their alarm beeped.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Robin said exasperated.

"Nope wonder boy lets get moving," Raven said getting up from her chair.

They tracked the signal to an old worn down warehouse that just screamed maniacal. And was oddly very similar to Slade, the villain who was imprisoned at the Arkham Asylum in Gotham. He was under the watchful eye of one of the most legendary superheroes of all the dark night himself, they knew he wouldn't be able to get out. Robin's eyes narrowed and Raven just looked around apprehensively expecting the worst. However, they were taken aback when they saw a few dozen Slade robots.

"How could this be? Slade is still in Arkham, Batman would have informed us if he escaped!" Robin rationalized.

"But who could it be Rob-…" Raven was cut of by Robin "Raven we'll talk about this later right now we need to bring them down!"

"Titans GO!" yelled Robin although it was just him and Raven it was a habit he had acquired throughout the Titans time together.

They were doing relatively great gowning through the robots relatively easy, they were surprised they hadn't been upgraded. One of the robots suddenly took out two huge swords from his back and headed straight towards Raven in a speedy and graceful arch.

Raven felt a searing pain at her lower abdomen as the swords connected and viciously sliced through her flesh. Raven screamed in agony and hit the ground with a resounding thud. Robin heard her scream and brutally finished of the rest of the robots running hastily to her side.

"Raven can you hear me?" No answer. "Raven!" He called out desperately and was about to go into hysterics when he realized he had to do something quickly and that he had absolutely no time to panic. He had to get her some medical attention.

Wincing when he heard her grunt of pain as he gently picked the dark beauty up in his arms he started running with such agility and speed he wouldn't be surprised if he surpassed even Batman himself. Only one thing was running through his mind and that was getting Raven to a hospital as soon as he was humanly capable. He cursed lowly as he realized he would have to run all the way. He couldn't go on his bike with Raven in this state. He just hoped he could get her there in time. He shuddered to think what would happen if she… There was only one thing he had to do and nothing –nothing- was going to get in his way…

To be continued…

Kidding!!!!

Robin got to the hospital in record time. The doctors took Raven in immediately. As soon as he saw that Raven was being treated for her wound, that's when it really hit him. Raven could, his Raven could actually die. How could this have happened? She was usually so in tune with what was going on around her. And him I mean he was always so aware. He would always look out for her when in situations like this. It's just that tonight he had been so, so surprised. The Slade bots apparition had completely left him in a state of shock.

Nothing had gone like he had planned and the Slade robots juts left him completely livid and distracted up to the point were all he could think about how he could have possibly escaped. Slade was supposed to be in Arkham, things just didn't make sense. His head was whirling and he felt faint. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this helpless and depressed not to mention guilty. He was the leader he should have been able to save her! He should have…he should have and his mind went like that for a few seconds berating himself until he was so incredibly overwhelmed he did the last thing anyone would have expected from the fearless and always so utterly composed leader.

He cried. He cried gut wrenching sobs as he slid down to the cold hospital floor. He cried for his dark angel. He cried so hard it would have pained and stabbed at the heart of any who would have bared witness to the sight. He felt so useless. He felt so cold, so alone so completely empty. How could a night he had been looking forward to only a few hours ago turn out so completely wrong? He couldn't take it anymore he had to know how she was doing it was killing him inside not knowing if she could survive this because is she didn't the chances were that he wouldn't either.

Just as he was getting up the doctor came out of the ER with a worn expression on his face he looked positively grim.

"Your friend" he said "has lost a tremendous amount of blood, you see the wound in itself isn't life-threatening. But as the weapon pierced her abdomen it made contact with the aorta…the inferior vena cava is the mayor abdominal vain which carries blood back to the heart and well due to the position she was in the swords sliced through it like butter. She's lucky it didn't slash through the peritoneum." the doctor stated grimly "It's a miracle she hasn't died yet…we are doing the best we can but unfortunately we are going to have to operate on her."

"Can you do anything for her?" hope evident in his raspy voice

"Listen, I'm not going to lie to you this operation is a win lose situation," the doctor said bleakly.

"What are the odds that she'll survive?" Robin asked dreading the answer

"It's a fifty-fifty chance that she'll survive", stated the doctor "But I can tell you this much we've got the best doctors available and they are working on her and her powers are helping her healing process that's the best I can do for you kid." the doctor sympathized.

"How long will the operation take?"

"About an hour", the doctor said

"Doctor Agront you are needed in the ER for surgery." said a pudgy kind-faced nurse who looked at Robin ever so compassionately. She had seen cases like this before and she didn't like the usual outcomes. She had seen lives shatter in an instant when families found out that they would never be able to see their loved ones again. It made her eyes tear up. Doctors were entrusted with the hardest jobs imaginable.

"I have to go Robin," the doctor said walking out.

Robin gave an agonized sigh. All he could do know was wait and pray. Pray to every merciful god on the planet to please-please-save his Raven. Time passed slowly for our young hero. Ever so slowly. The only instance he ever in his young life felt this horrid was when his parents died…All he could do to contain his anger and grief was to grip his hair tightly almost painfully and rock back and forth to console himself. He felt like he was about to die from the agony this was causing him.

His clothes were covered with blood, her blood. His mind kept replaying

the gruesome sight of the deep red liquid gushing lavishly from her wound and onto the wintry stone floor. During the 15 minute sprint her beautiful ashen face that was at first just ghostly had turned a whiter shade of pale. He quite suddenly felt sick. The content in his stomach churned painfully as he gripped it in a desperate attempt to keep it at bay. His vision was blurry as he walked past the white walls in search for the rest room.

The deathly silence was so in contrast to what he heard in his head. The dulling sound of jagged metal sinking into soft flesh and slowly ripping and tearing at it as it withdrew sharply. The most nauseating thing about the horrendous turn in events was that the serrated once-silver blade took with it pieces of bloody raw meat… and he bared witness to the sight of her body, as if in slow motion, twist and mangle in an odd angle as she cried in agony falling to the floor with a splatter surrounded in a pool of her own blood…His knees gave out and he stumbled into the restroom. His vision became blurrier still as hot salty tears streamed down his pasty face. The scene kept replaying in his mind as he emptied his stomach on the hospital lavatory. Over and over again like a broken record. It was haunting him. Plaguing his mind and resulting in the acidic vile stinging liquid protruding from his throat.

As it reached its final point the horror real ended as the broken boy slumped onto the icy restroom floor. He flushed the toilet at a hasty pace eager to see the disgusting vision of his breakfast disappear. He walked out of the stall and quickly removed his mask to wash his mouth and face. He wanted the stinging in his throat to stop and he resorted to using hand soap. It left a none too pleasant taste in his mouth but at the very least it stopped the putrid odor and the stinging.

He looked at his haggard reflection in the mirror. What once was a handsome face had transformed as if years of torture had been squeezed in those short hours. I guess to the boy it was somewhat of an en equivalent. His otherwise breathtaking electric blue eyes had lost their glimmer and now looked haunted and sunken…even depressively darker if such a thing were possible. He could see that he had deep black bags under his eyes, his lips were chapped, throat dry and raspy, and his face was deathly pale. If he lived old enough to eighty he couldn't fathom ever forgetting this day. It would stay embedded into his memory for the rest of his days and he would have nightmares for weeks at the sight of Ravens life spilling onto the floor like the ocean onto the sand in deep scarlet waves.

He had the unexpected urge to claw at his whole body until he was numb. The urge was all-consuming threatening to devour his being in madness. He wanted his wrecked outer shell to reflect the pain within. He chewed the inside of his cheek barbarically as he fought to keep the tears in. He tried to gather his tattered composure readjusting his mask as he walked briskly to the waiting room. He could hear the booming of the clock as he waited. It was mocking him, letting him know that time might run out for the person he most cared about. That time always suffers to fate and such a thing will never change.

Finally after the longest and most excruciating hour of his life Dr.Agront came out of the ER. Robin rushed to the doctor's side in a matter of seconds and asked hurriedly. "How is she? How is Raven?"

The doctors face turned into a ghost of a smile and he said, "Raven is stabilizing as we speak the operation went by smoothly and although she isn't conscious yet you can go in and see her now."

Robin hurried into her room and sat by her bed in one of the chairs. She looked beautiful and at peace, like she was sleeping. Robin sucked in a breath. He was so relived she was ok. The overwhelming relief he felt jump started his heart again as he felt alive once more. He gave a startled cry as he continued looking at her even breathing which were so in contrast with the earlier gargled painful gasps of air. His freezing hand touched her warm forehead as if to reassure himself that she was indeed sleeping. He stayed with her the whole night until he fell asleep by her bedside. Nevertheless, before he joined the land of dreams he murmured something so simple and yet so meaningful, so delightfully heartfelt… "I love you Rae"

To be continued…

Finished! For now anyway…D Well hope you guys liked it and remember to read an review please! I loved all the feedback I received in my previous chapters! Thanks a lot!

Gasp in my humble opinion this chapter is rocking my socks off! Wow! Tijii I never knew I could be so…morbid! I love the editing…lol

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