Shattered Diamonds

Summary: Five years after leaving, Robin comes home to discover that Starfire has a daughter and is engaged! But worse, with the return of Blackfire and the unexpected death of one of their greatest foes, how can Robin cope?(ROBXSTARXOC)(BBXRAE)(KIDFLASHXJINX).

No, Starfire did not sleep with Jason a week after meeting him. Now that's just... MEGA OOCness going on!(Lol). That'd be very interesting is she did though. XD; However, it did not take her very long due to the depression and other stuff that I'll get into in later chapters. And, I wasn't really trying to keep the Claire-Robin thing a secret. NOW if it were a main part of the story(which it isn't, really), then I'd try and secretize it(Is that a word?, Lol). Anyway, on with the story! Another Claire chapter.

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CHAPTER TEN

BEHIND ENEMY LINES

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(CLAIRE'S POV)

I watched them- my mom and her friends- as they laughed and talked, all enjoying each other's company. I was still getting used to Robin, who seems a bit 'weird' to me. It may be because of that serious look in his eyes; the kind that your parents give you when you have something 'important' for school... Not like school was so important. I wasn't lazy or careless like the teacher thought, but simply... well, it was just 'hard' for me to understand many things. I know that my mother is an alien, and things were hard for her too, but why was it also hard for me? It was frustrating. I was growing up on Earth, after all.

" Claire." My mom appraoched me, grinning. " Robin will drive you to school because I have to go to work earlier than usual. Is that okay?"

I shrugged, not minding, and headed toward Robin, slightly hesitating. Although it never seemed like it, but I was a modest, shy person, especially to 'new arrivals'. My mom waved goodbye and walked to her own car, the rest of the 'Titans' following. I wondered why they were tagging along.

" Hey, Claire", Robin greeted, smiling warmly. I gave a small nod, before following him to a 'sporty' looking car - the kind that when you saw it speed by while you're waiting to cross the street, a burst of envy and want flows through you.

He noticed my intense gaze and smirked. " Yeah, cool ain't it? But don't worry, I won't go too fast."

I couldn't help but giggle. After he helped me into the back seat, he slipped in behind the steering wheel and started the car, the engine roaring to life. As he drove to my school, I straightened my back and stared out the window, trees and houses flashing by in one big blur.

" Sooo. . .", Robin began, glancing at me. " I heard that you don't do 'well' in school?"

I gulped, a blush creeping to my cheeks. I felt like I was being scolded my him, a stranger. ". . . Sort of."

" Why is that?" he asked, his voice flat but kind.

I bit my lower lip, wishing he wouldn't pry anymore. " I don't know", I replied stupidly.

" Who would then?' he joked.

I smiled weakily, and after taking in a deep breath, I explained. " Well, I'm not really. . . smart. Sometimes, when I learned something, I don't know what it means or I can't remember. . . I'm stupid."

" You're not stupid", he said matter-of-factly, sighing. " It's just hard for you; you're not the only one. I mean, you're mother is an alien, who also doesn't understand much. Wouldn't it be hard for you?; living in a house with an adult who acts you're age."

I blinked, and slowly nodded a few times. It actually made sense. " But, my dad's human."

For some reason, he cringed, but quickly shook his head and continued. " Well, don't you spend more time with your mom than you're. . . dad?"

I nodded. My teacher once said that daughters usually hang out more with their moms, and that sons usually spend more time with their dads. And my dad, Jason, did have to work a lot; he worked at the bank.

" Maybe you should just try harder, instead of giving up."

I recoiled, slightly annoyed and angry. I never give up. " I do try hard", I protested.

He nodded knowingly, turning a quick left. I could see we were almost to my elementary school. " Well, if you don't 'give up'", he continued, " then maybe. . . Maybe you're just too stressed by not giving up, and that is what is actually making it hard.

" And maybe you shouldn't get into fight, like you did the other day. Control, is what you need", he teased.

Then, he stopped the car, parking on a curb right next to the gate leading to my elementary school. Without another word, I grabbed my Scooby-Doo back pack and got out.

" Bye!" he called out as I slammed the door shut and rushed inside, eager to get away from him.

The idea that he was 'right' is what unerved me; a complete and total stranger knew me better than even Cyborg and Beastboy, who I've known since birth. Shivering, I headed toward my first grade class, shoving quickly through the crowd of students. As I weaved through them, thoughts of Robin and my mom kept repeating in my head. I could tell by the way she looked at him that something was 'up'. I've seen enough romance movies -thanks to my mom- to tell how 'lovers' stare at each other. It was beginning to freak me out.

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For once in class, I had listened intently at what she was saying, my hands folded on the desk. And I thought this was hard? Ha. I wondered what fourth grade would be like if I had never gotten Robin's help. From behind me, the bell rang, signaling lunch. My classmates immediately sat up and filed outside, talking and laughing.

" Hey, Claire!" I whirled around. Webster was grinning wickedly at me, his friends standing right behind him. I stepped up, but Robin's words stopped me, flashing right across my mind: 'Control, is what you need.' Sighing, I stepped back.

" I'm sorry about the other day", I mumbled, but enough for him to hear me.

He jerked back, his arms falling to his sides as he stared at me, dumbfounded. " What?. . ."

I sighed again, this time more irritated. " You heard me - I'm sorry."

While his friends stood right behind, waiting for his reaction, I simply crossed my arms uncomfortably, wanting desperately to go to lunch with my friend, Molly Parks. Finally, he responded, his voice faint and perplexed.

" Well, um. . . okay?"

I nodded once and walked hurridly away, this time my arms tucked beneath each arm pit as I was hunched over, my cheeks flushing tomato red as I ran off. I could feel them staring after me, their eyes boring into my back. Once I had sat down on the bench, the nauseating feeling in my stomach began to vanish as I started talking aimlessly with my friends - trading snacks, too, like always. And once the bell rang, I headed back to my classroom, and again, his stare was still shocked as he watched me strut off. I've always wondered how he had gotten that way in the first place; then again, I have seen his mother - a crazy lady how acts like she's better than everyone else. Bad influence, is what most parents would say, I guess.

" Claire?" I was pulled out of my thoughts as this voice came from right next to me. Unwillingly, I turned, knowing full well that it was Webster, probably wanting to start another fight; but I'm a girl! What does he think he'll prove if he beats me? That he can pick on girls like the coward he is? Why, he's not that tough-

" Um. . . Claire?" he repeated, noticing my 'zoned out' gaze. I shook my head, snapping myself out of my trance and glanced warily at him, my hands firmly at my sides.

" What?" I asked softly, impatient.

He bit his lower lip, his chubby cheeks slightly turning red. " I'm. . . sorry, too. You know? About the. . . other. . . day." He was struggling very hard with the right words.

I smiled as best I could. " Yeah. I, um. . . Forgive you."

" Great", he said, grinning, showing off perfect teeth that surprised me for a second. His mother was probably rich, and no doubt careless one it comes to 'disciplining' her son, but she probably wanted him to look as perfect as possible. He was only six, too.

I nodded and headed once more to class, black tresses falling delicately over my turqoise eyes, and my plump cheeks flushed again, and this time, do to the uncomfortable situation from just moments ago.

After school was over, I sat in my usual spot near the back of the school, waiting for my mom or whoever to pick me up. My back pack was laying on my lap while I hummed softly, bored.

I was aware of someone sitting down next to me, but I didn't bother to turn, thinking that it was another kid waiting for their parents. However, my acute hearing picked up the sound of this kid shuffling closer, trying to be conspicuous about it. Cocking an eyebrow, I tilted my head slightly and glanced at the person. And of course it be Webster. His attitude was really starting to get weird. "It goes to show that when you apologize to a boy, he immediately thinks it gives him the right to stalk you. . ." I could clearly hear these words in my head - something Raven would say. I don't know what 'stalk' means, but I've heard Raven say it, and it didn't sound very good.

" Hi", I greeted, making him jerk.

" Sorry", I apologized, my muffled laughter definetely not hidden.

He sighed and smiled, trying his greeting over. " Hello. Sorry about. . . well, sneaking up on you."

I laughed, the sound bubbly and innocent. " You didn't sneak up on me! I could hear from a mile away!"

" Do you even know what a mile is?" he joked, and I shook my head at him, my laughing faint. A breeze blew by, scattering dead leaves and various trash across the cement. Goosebumps ran down my arms.

I shivered and he smiled wryly. " It's not that cold."

I laughed again before our conversation ceased and an awkward silence formed between us. Now that I look at it, this was very, very strange in many ways - days ago, we were fighting, and now, in a matter of seconds, we were laughing.

" Webster!" someone called, their voice shrill and ear-splitting. Webster gritted his teeth, and with one small good-bye to me, stood up and ran over to a long, sleek. . . limo?! My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. Very rich, I see.

A woman stepped out, and it was the same one from the office a few days ago. His mom. She wore a weird outfit, in my opinion at least; especially compared to most people around. Her shirt - it didn't have any straps to hold it up; it simply just stayed in place. And her shoes were high heeled boots unlike any I've every seen. She was so. . . Gross. It was the only word I could think of. I remembered once, awhile back, when me and my mom were in a store and I saw this 'book'. There was lady on it, with almost no clothes on. My mom said that it was for more. . . grown up people.

But there was only one thing that I could utter once I saw it.

". . . Ew", I whispered aloud, still watching as she grabbed his back pack for him and threw it inside the limo before hurrying him into the back. And I did notice the curious, slightly annoyed look she gave me. Then, she was in the limo, someone else driving it as they disappeared behind a corner. She was a weird lady.

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(3rd PERSON POV)

" Was that that girl that beat you up", Kitten asked, staring pointedly at her son, Webster, who shifted his feet uneasily and nodded. She nodded knowingly and stared out the window, thinking.

Her curiosity struck again. " I thought you disliked her?"

" Not really", he whispered, avoiding eye contact.

Kitten laughed icily. " Really? And I suppose you attacking her was an act of friendship?"

Webster looked down. ". . . Stop."

She smirked and yawned. " Your behavior is very interesting. . . So, are you now friends with this girl? - the daughter of Starfire?"

" Starfire?" Webster finally looked up, equally curious. He didn't even realize this.

Kitten sighed wearily. " Yeah, her. Future husband stealer", she cursed before turning to him, ". . . And now look at you, striking a friendship with her daughter! Not even I've gotten that close to the Titans, and I've been trying to figure how for so long! Ah, but that was in. . . the. . . past. . ." Her voice trailed off, then, her eyes suddenly brightened with a savage gleam and she grinned wildly.

" Oh, Webster!" She grasped him and pulled him into a tight hug.

" What?" he said, confused as he pulled away, rubbing his shoulder due to the tight hug she gave him.

She cocked her head to the side. " I have a plan for you. . . And it involves your little friend. . ."

Webster gulped. " Um, mom?. . . Please tell me this doesn't hurt her. I want to be her friend."

Kitten placed a gentle had on his shoulder. " Of course, of course. No harm." She smirked.

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(STARFIRE'S POV)

" Did you have a good day at school?" I asked Claire, smiling warmly at her through the rearview mirror as I drove. She smiled vaguely and nodded, her eyes set on the window.

I tried again. " I'm sorry I couldn't bring you to school today, honey."

This brought a crooked smile to her beautiful face. " S'okay mom. I'm happy that Robin brought me. He was very. . . nice."

" Oh."

Then she was silent once more, staring out the window again. Sighing, I proceeded to take a sip of my green tea, my hand raising it to my lips. Claire suddenly spoke again.

" Is saw that blonde, scary lady from the other day, today. . . I made friends with Webster, her kid."

I spit out my drink, shocked as I stared once more at her through the mirror. That was the boy she attacked and almost hurt severely! And now they were. . . friends? I blinked and blanched at her. She gave me a smug smile.

" And what about Kitten, the lady?" I began, trying to hide the surprise from my face.

Claire shrugged. " She looked at me. You know the way you look at someone you hate? That's how she looked at me. I don't get it. . ."

My eyes narrowed. " She glared at you?" I fumed, not understanding. Sure, Kitten absolutely loathed me, but why take it out on my daughter? She doesn't see me glaring at her son, even though he deserves way more than a glare.

" Why does she hate us?" Claire asked.

Keeping my eyes on the rode, I shook my head. " We have a past, I guess. Me and Robin. . . Well, we. . . We. . . Okay, well, me and him used to 'date' each other. You know, kissing. . . hugging. . . laughing. . . cuddling. . ." My voice trailed off as each memory played across my mind, and a sheepish smile formed on my face. Claire frowned in disgust, not 'fond' of descriptive 'adult themes'.

" And?" she pressed, eager to change the subject.

I snapped out of it and continued. " Kitten was a very, very spoiled, rotten, evil child that wanted everything. And when her boyfriend broke up with her, she wanted a new one, I guess. She chose Robin, although he really didn't want to go. . ."

She blinked, probably startled by Kitten's past actions. " She's weird."

" Yes, 'weird'", I agreed, shaking my head, eager to erase those memories. I remembered how jealous and furious I felt; she had no right to basically steal my best friend and flaunt him as if he were her prize. And especially since he didn't want to.

She smiled, noticing my angry expression. ". . . You were mad. . . She's crazy, isn't she?"

I laughed. " Yes, she is."

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(RAVEN'S POV)

" Where have you been?" Beastboy asked, an eyebrow arched. I shook my head, my mind actually stressed out. My mind! I had been up for hours, not sleeping, and researching on Servix and how the planet could be connected to Blackfire. Luckily, I found something very interesting. But also, very dangerous; for all of us.

" I was researching about Servix. Remember what Servix was?"

He nodded. " Yeah, you said it was a powerful planet full of a dangerous race?. . . Why?"

It was only Beastboy and I in the main room, and it was strange - telling him what I found, and not someone more 'serious' and who would take it seriously. I sighed, and simply began to explain. No use in waiting for Robin and Cyborg.

" Well, Blackfire, she's been there, right? But that's not how she got all that power. . ."

He rose his eyebrows, puzzled and shocked. " Then. . . how?"

" She's using something called the Black Diamond. It's very powerful, very addicting by the person who has it. . . I think they gave it to her, in order to raise her power. But I'm not sure why she keeps attacking Starfire, then leaving her, not even bothering to. . . kill her, like she wants. She's planning something, and we need to find out what."

Beastboy nodded. " The Black Diamond", he repeated, intrigued.

" But", I continued, thoughtful. " I'm not sure how the people of Servix got the jewel. . . It belongs to the Tamaranians and should be on there planet. I think they may have. . . stolen it. . ."

Beastboy, who had been leaning against the counter, slumped down and sat on the floor, rubbing his temple. I sat down next to him, my legs crossed, and could feel the waves of stress emenating from him.

" It's alright", I reassured, partially lying. " We'll beat her; we're the Teen Titans."

He laughed. " Yeah, and we're heroes. The bad guys never win. Why don't they realize that?"

A faint laugh escaped my lips. " I can't believe it", I spoke with mock surprise. " You're right."

He frowned and looked away, although I could see his lips curl up into a smile. However, his worry didn't vanish, and I couldn't blame him. Mine hadn't either. We were in deep trouble, and we were beginning to travel in deeper than anyone should. Something big was going to happen - I could feel it.

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AN: Just to let you know, Kitten's 'plan' has nothing to do with Blackfire. Her plan will add to the humor and conflict of emotions in the story. And because I wanted to add her. She's just. . . weird. I like it. :D