The killer in you is the killer in me

I own nothing (ten points to whoever gets the messed up song name referance of the chapter title.)

"What were you doing?" Raven hissed at Beast Boy, watching Cyborg hold Robin, possessed, down on his hospital bed through the window n the door.

"I mentioned something about hot nurses, he thought that was cool, then he was all demonic and scary and Cyborgs been holding him like that for almost two minutes now!"

Ravens eyebrow twitched. "Morons." She muttered. She looked at Beast Boy. "You do know that im still training him to control a demon right? That things like sexual thoughts are pretty much off-limits until he's gotten better at it." She began to grow taller, her anger fueling Beast Boys fear of him.

"All I said was hot nurses!" Beast Boy said defensively.

Raven growled. "I know how the male mind works! Thats all it would take to get all sorts of imagery going! It would make him more suceptable to being taken over."

Beast Boy found his voice, and decided he was not going to be pushed on this issue. "Jeeze Rae, all I did was say look some hot young nurse gave me a phone number! If its this serious maybe he should be a little more gorked!" Raven immediately shrank down to normal size and (from Beast Boys point of view) normal scariness. She began to thumb through his chart.

"Your right, he's rejected the last 3 doses of the mix of medicines I have them giving him." Raven took a deep breath. She knew that inside the room before her Robin, the Robin she loved was trying to get loose to prey on the sick and dying in this place. This could not be allowed to happen again. She left Beast Boy behind and opened the door, ordering Cyborg out.

The demon in Robin, though the same demon in her, was weaker. It responded instantly to her presence, obeying the normal demon hierarchy. It seemed to calm as soon as she entered the room. She could feel it, a piece of her own soul in the man she loved, crying out to rejoin her. She knew she couldn't because it would kill him. "Robin." She called softly, trying to coax him out. The demon stood, and was an imposing figure even in a hospital gown. The look of obvious want and need on its features disturbing. "You need to come back, Robin." The demon growled, realizing what she was. It tried to leave Robin to re-enter her. For a split second her soul left Robin and he hung in mid-air, an inanimate corpse. Her sheer fright at seeing him like this was luckily enough to repel that shard of her soul back into him, and his heart resumed, having missed only a beat. She knew she couldn't let this happen again, lest Robins own soul leave his body and he was lost forever to her. Raven closed her eyes and concentrated, feeling safe knowing the demon wouldn't attack its original host.

"Your dead." Raven thought, thinking of her father. The demonic presence that she and Robin both now harbored was her inheritance. Trigon, Scath, was no more. It was only her now. She distantly felt Robins arms encircling her, and a forked tongue caress her cheek. "Your only a manifestation of me." She told him, her eyes still closed.

"Of the favorite part of you." Corrected Robin. Soft lips met hers but still she did not open her eyes.

"Your my fathers favorite part of me. Not mine." She said with no small amount of bitterness.

"You created me."

"Only for good." The demon growled again, knowing this was true. "I control you." Raven said, her voice no longer quiet. The demon let her go and began to back away as she gained strength over it. "I know your true name, I know your nature, and I know how to lock you away!" Raven levitated off the ground, her eyes glowing white, her arms extended and a brilliant blast of energy flew from her and hit Robin square in the chest. She collapsed to the ground, and the next thing she heard was Robins soft sobbing. It shook her from her dizzied state after the power she had used, and she was at his side in an instant. The demonic limbs were gone, and he laid crumpled in a broken pile on the floor.

"Robin." She said softly, reaching for him. "Its alright." He recoiled at her touch.

"Don't touch me!" Robin cried. "God Raven thats what you put in me to keep me alive? Just let me die Raven, I don't want you to see me like this."

Raven reached for him anyway. "Its too late Robin." She said quietly. She forcefully picked him up, but allowed him the illusion that it was difficult for her to manage him in his state. He pinched his eyes shut though and wouldn't look at her when she carried him back to his bed, obviously uncomfortable with how little he weighed, how fragile he was.

"I was whole again." Robin sobbed. "I was whole again, and all the demon wanted in return was control and oh god Raven, I let him have it."

"Robin." Raven whispered. "Robin." She repeated. "Its going to be alright. Cyborgs going to help you, and I love you. After that what could the demon possibly offer you?" She asked. She ran a hand through his hair. "Your coming home tonight, to be with us. In a few more days you'll be up and walking around again." His eyes opened and gazed into hers.

"Raven, I wanted to hurt people. Just let me go, let me slip away." He whispered. He nodded towards the IV that had miraculously not come out of his arm. "Just put the tube in my mouth, let me blow a few bubbles." He looked at her, his eyes pleading. "Let me be remembered as a hero, not some monster that loses it and takes out innocent people years from now."

Raven set him down and brushed the hair out of his eyes. "Its alright Robin. I live with the same thing every day, you'll eventually learn to control it. Cyborgs probably getting you released right now. He'd need you at the tower soon anyway, but for now you have to take the medicine. It'll help supress your feelings until you can do it yourself." Raven leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his lips. It seemed to lift his spirits.

"I'm coming home?" Robin asked.

"Yes. We'll hire a nurse until Cyborg has you put back together." Raven climbed up into the bed with him and pulled him to her, wrapping her form around his, as if to protect him. She cast a spell on the door, turning the glass in the window into a mirror and locking it to protect them from any intruders. "For now just sleep, I'll be here." She whispered in his ear. "When we wake up, we go home."

Later that night Cyborg finished with Robins hands. He looked down at his own, noticing the difference. Robins skin had been grafted to these ones, with fake fingernails and everything. It had been a lot of work, but nano-probes had been able to take the skin on his leg, secure it to the hands, and then re-work them to look like normal hands, with only faint hints of scars. His knuckles would even have little tiny hairs. He dropped them into a tank of nutrients to keep the skin alive until it was attached to Robin.

He looked at his workbench, where Robins leg was beginning to take form. It was a mean looking piece of equipment. Definitely something bad guys would think twice about getting kicked by. Heck, he was pretty sure he didnt want to get kicked by the thing and he was made of titanium alloys. He looked at the clock and decided to keep working, if he worked hard Robin could have hands again in two days. He returned to his bench and began to put together sensory and motor control couplings. They were fiercer looking than the leg itself. What they did was travel up the limb, attaching and anchoring themselves to bones, nerves, and tendons. It was an altogether unpleasant process he knew, because he had many throughout his body. The nice thing about them was that once they found the nerves to tap into, they shut off pain receptors for some time as they continued to graft to the body. It was about five minutes of pure hell followed by several hours of weird creeping sensations under your skin, and fine tuning. Once in, he knew, these things could not be taken back out without hours of intense surgery.

"Like that would be an issue." Cyborg grumbled. "If he knew these would help him fight crime he'd have stuck his hands in garbage disposals long ago." Cyborg dropped these into the nutrient tank as well, and decided to call it a night. If anything else the big man was happy to be getting a little brother. He thought about it on his way to bed. Yes, he decided. A little brother, as he would remind Robin every chance he got.