Created with both Robin and Raven in mind, yet I've gotten into the habit of writing with the use of nameless pronouns. More of a friendship fic. than anything else, just to show the extent of their bond and understanding of each other.

Anyways, I don't own it and hopefully, enjoy.


"You lie," the words were soft, yet the words hit hard, if not for any reason other than who it was that had said them. The words echoed in her mind for a moment before she realized that she should say something back. "Only about things that aren't important," the words came out rushed, a desperate attempt to justify her position, but which, judging by the look on his face, was not the smartest thing she could have said.

"Well, then what is important?" Though it was phrased a question, he had said it more as a challenge than anything else. There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch on for far too long. Every passing second caused the girl to panic a little more at the realization that she couldn't pinpoint anything that was important. Not off-hand, at least. Although, even if someone were to give her an example, she didn't know she could say for sure whether or not she would lie about it. There were no definitive rules about it, because there are always exceptions, and besides, different factors equal different results. What she lied to one person about, she might not be able to comprehend lying to someone else about.

She tried to explain this, but the words got all jumbled when she tried to transfer them from her mind to her mouth and he ended up so confused that she finally just blurted out, "My friends. My friends are important to me," in an attempt to get him to understand that he shouldn't feel slighted. He responded by repeating her words, but it came out in a way that she knew was meant to sting and all too soon she realized why. "So you'd lie to your 'important' friends?" he'd asked, making air quotations when he said important just for emphasis.

"Well, I would, but only if..." she'd started to explain, but he interrupted her mid-sentence with, "It was a yes or no question. A yes or no answer is all that is necessary," and she hated the hated the mocking she could hear in his voice, because it made him sound so condescending towards her, as if he was any better.

"You lie to your friends, too. Don't bother to act like you're any better," she spit angrily.

He looked her straight in the eye and said, "Your right, I do. I won't lie about that," he responded. "But," he continued, "which one of us is the one that claimed not to lie about important things before admitting that we'd lie to our own friends?"

"You don't understand." The way in which the words were said suggested a hint of desperation, although anyone who knew the girl could figure out that she was just frustrated and impatient.

There was a slight touch of sarcasm in his response, although the expression on his face seemed to say that he wanted to make it bite. "Really? Then explain it to me, because I could have sworn that you made both of those statements. Am I wrong?"

"You're not wrong in what I said, but you misunderstood the meaning behind them." She stared back into his mask, where she assumed his eyes to be, refusing to be the first to look away.

The boy's response was to walk away, calling back, "Actually, I do understand. All too well, if you ask me." The second part was said quietly, and almost but not quite wistfully.

"Wait," she called as a flash of inspiration struck. "Repeat what you just said."

He looked at her, brow wrinkled in obvious confusion, but he repeated the statement without questioning it.

"That's why I lie."

For a moment, he just looked at her, before finally giving in and imploring her to explain.

"Well, see, what you just said: that you understand too much implies that you would rather not know. Well, the same thing applies to the truth: sometimes, trust me, you'd just rather not know. So I don't tell you, and it's not because you aren't important, it's because you are.

And he smiled at her, a smile of understanding, and when she returned the smile, he knew, just knew that it was one-hundred percent as true as the explanation she'd just given.


And I am always happy to receive any feedback you might have. Thanks, Rubiks Cubed.