Disclaimer: I wouldn't have a disclaimer if I owned Teen Titans.

Women's Dimension:

Raven's POV:

Two days ago, I met a guy. Not too bad looking, but when I drew the picture of him to show my friends, they said he was a total cutie. Well, Terra and Kori said so; Bee is actually normal, unlike those two. But my mom heard them say 'cutie', and I had to lie to her by saying the kitten I drew in my sketchbook before was what they were talking about. In this world, words like cutie and hottie or any other words used to describe men was forbidden. Why? Because it meant you actually saw a guy. Personally, I think it's so stupid. I'm also an artist; did I mention that? My sketchbook is a weird one. It's black, and the papers are black as well. I use a pencil to draw, and then go over it in my special white ink pen, and I don't even have to paint. Once I finished going over it, the color fills in. It's really weird, but nothing in this world makes sense. It's my prized possession.

The only reason I saw him was that Ms. Harrington, my neighbor, wanted to meet her ex-husband. She thought he was the only one who could help us repair damage. But then she found out he was dead. That sucks. We were helping her find the portal, but in order to do so, we needed the incantation. But, coincidentally, Ms. Harrington said her family was in charge of that. Awkward. Then my friends distracted the guards.

That was two days ago. Now, I can't keep my mind off of that guy. What was his name? Robin?

I want to meet him again. But that would be hard. The guards thought my friends were suspicious, and I don't want to risk them being dead.

Is there any way I can communicate with him?

Men's Dimension:

"No way dude!"

"Why didn't you tell us before?"

"Was she hot?"

Robin sighed to himself. Typical.

"I met her two days ago. The night I went for a walk? You all said you were busy, and yes, I think she was hot, Speedy. Her name's Raven, and she's sixteen as well. Happy?"

"Dang! What did you say she looked like?"

"Purple hair with, I think black tips. She probably dyed it. Her face was a heart shape, and she had creamy peach colored skin, which I know feels soft. But the most unique things about her were her eyes. They're an amethyst color, and they're like pools you could get lost in forever."

Roy scoffed, "Man, you're such a romantic!" Roy, Gar and Vic started laughing like crazy.

Robin sighed, and headed for his room. When he got there, he took out a black notebook and a red pen. This notebook was special. His mother had given it to him before he died, but he told others his father had given it to him. This notebook was small, not pocket sized, but not the size of normal paper. The papers inside were black, and writing could only be seen with the red pen he was using. He never understood why, but he enjoyed writing poetry. He started to write about Raven. 'Such a beautiful name, Raven.' he thought. It was like a bird. He started to write a poem.

Only With You

Sweet Raven

A Name Like An Angel

While I am just a commoner

A usual middle class Robin

While your class is high

Elegant, and sweet

Beautiful, like yourself

Can I not convene with you?

Can I not taste your sweet lips?

Can I not feel your soft creamy skin?

Can I not touch your mauve locks of hair?

Which feels like a cloud in heaven?

You are a lovely bird

And I hope to see you once more

It shall be a gift from above

Destiny will reign

Hate will not

Lovers will unite

Yes,

I love you

More than my own soul

For yours is a cherished dream

I would give up my life for you

And you only

I wish to fall into the depths of the ocean

Only with you

I wish to fly away into the skies

Only with you

I wish to fall in Love

Only With you

Dedicated To Raven, age 16

Love, Robin, age 16

Robin smiled as he finished the poem, but then was even more surprised. The poem just… disappeared. And replacing it was a picture of him, in white ink, but filled with color.

'What the hell?' he thought.

Women's Dimension:

Raven started drawing Robin once more, but this time, her friends weren't with her. She was drawing it over again. She went over it in white ink. The color came back, but then the picture disappeared. In return, a poem came up, and she realized it was from Robin.

As she read the book, tears formed in her eyes. Then a realization came over her, and Robin was thinking the same thing.

Raven's sketchbook and white ink pen, and Robin's notebook and red ink pen, were magic.

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