Raven's Eyes

Raining Dreams

Author's Note: Still alive. Writing due to a serious lack of broadband in my house. I now remember why the thought of dial-up frightens me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. They belong to DC comics and Cartoon Network. The end.

Chapter Four:

Cyborg

"You're what?" hissed Batman at Robin's face on the small screen. "I thought we put her into a sealed convent! How did she even get out?!"

"Raven says she was only staying there so that the League would calm down." Robin observed. Raven was in the next room, trying her best to be good and not spy, but failing miserably. How could she help it? She needed to know if now was a good time to fly away until things calmed down again before the Justice League could take a more permenent course of action against her.

"That still doesn't explain why you're trying to work with her." Robin had to fight not to roll his eyes. Bruce was sounding more like a father than an old partner.

"She's strong and, despite what you all think, not that bad."

Batman could see he was loosing a fighting battle. Robin had always been annoyingly hard-headed. He let out a long, scornful sigh. "I can't make choices for you anymore, Robin. But know if you take this route, I'm not going to be there to bail you out. You will have dug your own grave."

"I think she's okay," Robin said quietly. There was a long moment of silence. "Thanks for watching out for me."

There was a low grumble from the other end of the communicator, before the line went dead. Raven quickly looked back down at the book spread over her lap, moving her eyes but not actually reading. She was fighting hard to stifle the little bubble of glee in her chest. He thought she was okay! The raven-haired boy swept back into the room, looking to her. She glanced up, pretending to have just come out of her own little world.

"Well?" she asked in her croony voice.

"He's not happy, but I don't think he's going to come after you. He'll convince the League to leave us alone."

Raven gave a small nod, the gem in her head glinting in the afternoon light. She was currently at the small apartment Robin was calling base until he could find somewhere better. She was taking full advantage of the freedoms she had here, relishing in the fact she could come and go as she pleased with little to no interrogation. "That's good." she noted, looking out the window and into the city. She paused, before looking to him out the corners of her eyes. "Robin, I have a question. Do you trust me?"

"I don't." Robin replied simply, "I only met you a week ago, Raven, and the last I heard of you, the League had to use eight members just so that you wouldn't hurt yourself or anyone else."

Raven took a particularly sharp breath, although her face stayed emotionless. She wanted to snap that if they hadn't attacked her, she wouldn't have fought back. Instead, the fourteen-year-old rose to her feet, walking to a small chair in the corner and picking up her sweater. "I'm going out." she announced.

"Running wont make things go away." said Robin.

"I'm not running." Raven replied, a definite icy note to her voice. "I'm walking. Possibly flying if I walk far enough."

"Do you want me to come with you? You still don't know Jump City that well. You might get lost." he offered; he realized that he'd snapped something inside the girl before him and needed to fix it immediately before she left all together.

"I can take care of myself."

Robin frowned. "Raven, I didn't mean to upset you. You can't just expect trust instantly."

"I didn't." she replied, almost glaring, though knowing somewhere deep down she really had. "What you and the League don't seem to understand is that half-demon implies half-human too. I understand the concept of trust."

Robin had to stop to consider this. He hadn't ever thought of it that way. He'd only seen the grey skin and violet hair and eyes, not the words coming from her mouth or how she acted not unlike him. He scuffed an awkward pubescent foot. "You're right. I didn't. I'm sorry."

The girl looked him over, before the slight anger on her features melted. Had that been all she wanted? She'd never gotten an apology before in this world, and it did feel good. "Thank you." she mumbled.

The moment was interupted by the shrill ring of a phone. Robin snatched it up, sounding quite official when answering it. "Robin here. Yeah? Yeah. We're there." he all but threw the phone back onto the receiver. "We've got a bank robbery downtown. Come on, I've got a motorbike."

"Flying is faster." Raven replied, starting towards the closet and grabbing her cloak. She thought she looked very impressive swooping in wearing it, regardless of it not fitting properly.

"Er, Raven." Robin said, raising a brow. "I can't fly."

"Yes. And I can." she extended a hand to him, opening the sliding glass door of the apartment. Cautiously, Robin took it. The faintest ghost of a smirk breezed over her lips as she muttered those three, magical little words.

She zoomed into the air and Robin, surrounded by that odd black light, was soon to follow. As he flapped helplessly in the wind, dangling by her hand, Robin made a mental note to never agree to fly with Raven again. Ever.

Four months later...

"Rae, come look at this!" Robin called from the next room. The city had long since supplied the two supercharged teens with a spacious apartment to call their own. It was a far cry from what the future tower would be, but for the moment, neither were complaining.

"I'm reading." was her only reply.

"Raven. Please come look at this?"

A heavy sigh, and a somewhat sour looking girl entered. Not that she didn't always look sour. "What?" she demanded,displeased that she'd been interrupted. Robin simply nodded to the television where there was some sort of special about a sports star that had been in a terrible accident, and how he had been made into a cyborg to survive. Watching for all of thirty seconds, she gave Robin a skeptical look. "And?"

"We should talk to him." Robin said thoughtfully. "He's bound to be confused, and it said earlier that he has superhuman abilities now. We can always use help."

Raven felt that twinge in her chest. She'd gotten very comfortable with it just being Robin and she, and was quite certain she didn't want anyone else in the picture. Call her selfish, but Raven wanted Robin's full attention whenever she wanted it, and didn't particularly care for the idea of sharing. However, as she watched him, she immediately knew that they were going one way or another. "Fine. We'll talk to him. But I doubt he'll want to..."

"...Join?? With you guys? Ya'll must be playin' now!" exclaimed an excited boy. Raven wanted to grab Robin and strangle him, but kept a poker face. She thought about trying to warp some words and convince the teen before them that he didn't want to be a Teen Titan, as she and Robin had dubbed themselves. However, Robin would spot her intentions a mile away and shoot her down before she had the chance, so she stayed quiet.

"We'd love to have you on the team." Robin said with a grin.

"Yes. We'd love to." agreed Raven quietly.

"Er, one question though." began Robin. "What should we call you?"

The boy grinned, electronic eye flashing. "Cyborg."