This one is for Paineverlasting, who requested a RobRae nightmarefic. I'll try my best to get to all of your requests, but remember, I need ideas! Thanks so much for your reviews, everyone. They really made my day.

This isn't going to be so much romantic as it will be friendship (which, let's admit, is a big step for both of them on terms of relationships). I don't see any special romantic chemistry between these two (or at least not as much as I see between Robin and Starfire), but they certainly have a strong bond and I'll be emphasizing it here. Or, at least I'll try to.

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The horrified screams and gasps of the crowd didn't penetrate the haze of anguish he felt at that very moment. His mother plummeted with his father toward the unforgiving ground down below, her arms outstretched as she reached for him, safely on the platform.

A dark figure stood behind and spoke in a deep, rasping purr.

"Slade," He drawled menacingly, before the masked figure pushed him down as well. He reached for his belt, but found it had disappeared. He was helpless.

And for the first time in years, Robin screamed.

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She punched in the code to his door without knocking. Having discarded her cloak, Raven felt bare as she entered the leader's room.

He sat cross-legged and mangled in his sheets, hunched over with his hand stamped to his forehead. His breathing was concerningly uneven and raspy, eyes wide underneath his mask.

The empath quietly ambled to his bed, and sat on the edge. "Is everything alright?"

He didn't respond.

Since he had begun training, Robin had learned to veil any sort of emotion that may render him exposed; vulnerable. If anything, he would convert hurt or terror into anger, but the shell shock that came with reliving his parents' traumatizing death rendered his façade null.

"Robin. What's wrong," It was more of a statement or command than a question, although Raven's deadpan tone was laced with concern. This, however, was hardly enough to pry an emotional leak from the Boy Wonder.

He remained unmoving, save for the ragged rise and fall of his chest.

"Calm down, Robin." Raven ordered, her pitch softening. "It was merely a nightmare. You're alright."

"It wasn't," He croaked, and tangled his fingers into his hair. "It wasn't just a nightmare."

The pair sat in silence, Raven waiting for the other to further his description. He didn't.

"Robin, there's nothing you can't tell me. I know more about you than anyone. I've been inside your mind." She reminded him.

He drew in a shaky breath. "My… my parents."

"Mmm," She urged him to continue, and laid a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. She looked at him, but he didn't return her gaze.

"They were… they… they fell," He explained, partly without reason because Raven had seen it all before. "And then I… I went down, too. The crowd was watching. Bright lights, couldn't see."

"Aah," She nodded.

There was another cold silence, and she waited for him to persist.

"Slade," He spoke at last.

At first, Raven had thought this to be another one of his incoherent mumblings. Although Slade was long gone (for the time being, at least – with him one could rarely assume), Robin's previous obsession with the shady convict hadn't dwindled entirely. Slade was a big part of his life, albeit a negative one, and such an influential figure is often hard to disregard.

"Slade… pushed me off the platform,"

"He didn't, Robin." Raven corrected. "It was a dream. A nightmare. It's over now."

"I don't dream," He stated. "I haven't for years, I…"

"You need to come to an acceptance, Robin. You need to realize that what happened in the past is reality, and we cannot change the past, no matter how much we dislike it. It's over now. You're with friends."

"It's over," He echoed.

Robin shook his head and refused to speak further.

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I didn't intend for Robin to be such a pansy. Did I make him a pansy? Like, too weak and emotional? I didn't want him to open up entirely; he isn't as strong as everyone thinks. Right? Right, nobody is. Ah. Oh god. Was this alright?

Tell me what you think.