Constant Reminder
Robin POV
Red nail polish. Weird.
I guess I said that out loud because her head snapped around and her eyes met mine. In her hands she held a heavy book, and although you could only see two of her ten fingers, both were painted red.
Dead. That's exactly what I would be if looks could kill (although I'm pretty sure she could kill someone with a glance).
Her glare had now subsided to a blank expression that almost (in my eyes) dared me to say it again.
And guess what? I did.
"Red nail polish?"
I died twice.
"Yes, red nail polish. Was I misinformed about the laws concerning nail polish?"
"…"
She stared at me.
"But…"
She cut me off saying, "Robin, I don't really want to talk and I know you know it. Besides it's a long story." And with that she rose from the love seat she had previously occupied and padded out of the room.
Wait. Padded? As in with socked feet?
And before the automatic doors swished closed, I spotted a pair of bright red socks.
That is one person I may never truly understand.
Raven POV
I stiffened when I heard the doors slide open. The thin old pages of the tomb I held ruffled with the motion.
What nuisance had just entered the room? Beast Boy? No. Energies and foot falls don't match.
Ro—
"Red nail polish. Weird."
I turned my head quickly at the sound of his voice. Again I heard the swish of pages as they turned. Great now I lost my place. Red nail polish…? Oh.
I turned my death glare (That's copy written by the way) towards him, and secretly hoped that his over gelled hair would catch fire and burn him to a crisp.
Daddy would be proud. Damn him.
Keep it under control Raven. Keep control. Okay I don't really want him to burn.
"Red nail polish?" He questioned again.
I glared at him again. Spark, why don't you? Instead of saying this out loud, I replied, "Yes, red nail polish, was I misinformed about the laws concerning nail polish?"
He said nothing, so I stared at him.
"But…"
I interrupted him saying, "Robin, I don't really want to talk and I know you know it. Besides it's a long story. I far too much to do." I rose from my seat and walked through the automatic doors.
I found myself climbing the stairs to the roof of the tower. Opening the door. The sunlight that poured through the open door blinded me momentarily. I walked to the edge of the roof and got into meditation position. I shivered and looked at my feet. Socks. No boots
Keep control.
Blood is red when it meets the air. I would rip open their chests with my bare hands. And on those hands would be their blood. The red nail polish represents their blood.
My friends…What nuisance had just entered the room? Nuisance? He is not just a nuisance. He's my friend. All of them are my friends. I want to stop it. for them. For everyone. But… I don't think I can.
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Okay. This is my first fan fiction piece so keep that in mind. Constructive criticism is what I wanted out of this fic (mostly, kind of, but not really). Review. Please.