Hi everyone. I was kind of hoping I'd be able to hold out long enough to get those extra reviews, but I guess not. Still, I did get nine reviews, which in my opinion is pretty damn good. Now all I'm asking for is a minimum of ten. Chapter seven is almost done too, so ten reviews and it will be up soon. Just saying. I'm being lazy again and I'm going to answer to my reviews on here again. Here I go:

To H8rOfToast8899: Thank you. :D And honestly, I don't know why the president would know who I was... but hey, I like the plan. Lol. But the mad hatter... now that I would love to have happen. I'm kind of obsessed with anything having to do with Alice in Wonderland. I don't know why, but it's true. :)

To VilaDeath: My mom already knows I'm insane, so its all good. :b And I know. I kind of want to change it back. But not yet. That's be too soon.

To TheMaskedShuppeteer: I couldn't imagine Robin coming in any other way. It just seemed so fitting. :D And thank you. Truth be told, I can't write in third person, never could, without that seeming choppy. And also I always want to know what they are thinking, how they feel about something, stuff like that, which is why I write in first person. So thank you. I always read third person stories that are really good and I'm like 'why can't I do that?' It's nice knowing I'm doing something right. :) Sadly no. I love Red, and there might even be a little something something, but nothing big. Rae/Rob one hundred percent. I love them together too much.

To SladeRavenFan: No twin, I promise. I haven't quite decided what exactly is going on yet, but I swear nothing weird like that is going to happen. :)

To Smiles-X-Giggles: No it did not bore me at all. I ramble about myself plenty. :)
Yes, your magical making-others-laugh skills definitely work through the internet D.
Oh without a doubt, I love the cheesiness. It's why I like putting it in my stories, because it is hilarious. :D
I know, we can't just wave the bone in front of him forever. Got to throw it to him once in a while.
I'm not a Red X fangirl per se, and I will always choose Robin over him, but I do like his charater and I like the different interactions he has with the team. He's just fun.
Things with Tyler are about to get interesting.
So, thank you a bunches for reviewing. I saw how long it was and I literally burst into laughter. I seriously love these types of reviews. So thank you. :)

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Slowly and cautiously I turned towards the source of the groan. My eyes widened in surprise to see Robin sitting against the wall, head in his hands. He was soaked to the bone but didn't seem overly injured. I hesitated. The larger part of me was telling myself to just walk away and not worry about it. Ignore a problem long enough, maybe it'll just disappear. Unfortunately it didn't seem that I would be listening to that part. Instead I walked slowly over to him and knelt down to his level, a foot away from him.

"Robin?" I asked, announcing my presence. He jumped a little, his head whipping around to face me. I felt a tiny amount of pleasure that for once I had been the one to surprise him and not the other way around.

"Raven?" he asked hopefully. I frowned. Not how I wanted to start.

"Nope. Still just Amy. Sorry," I corrected watching his face fall a little. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the brick wall of the building.

"I know it's you," he continued stubbornly. "If nothing else, you are one of the few people who can actually sneak up on me." I just sighed before taking a seat next to him. I mean, why not? I didn't know where I was going, we were both drenched, and if nothing else, I knew he would protect me no matter what. So… why not?

"So what are you doing here?" I questioned after a moment of silence, the only sound being the light drumming sound of the rain falling. For some reason, I felt extremely calm and relaxed even when I was sitting next to a crazy (but gorgeous) guy.

"The hotel room was too," he paused searching for the right word. "cage-like," he decided. I gave a small chuckle. Almost everywhere felt cage-like in the last few days. Except when I actually am able to escape by myself.

"I know how that is, but what I really meant was why are you just sitting here against this wall?" I reiterated more specifically. I chuckled a little bit, closing my eyes and facing the sky, letting the rain fall refreshingly on my face.

"Oh! I had come to get coffee but the cafe was closed and I didn't really have anywhere better to go so I just stayed," he answered. I nodded. Another moment passed before I felt the need to speak.

"I'm sorry about your friend," I said quietly. He gave a dry laugh to that.

"I'm sorry about you too," he countered stubbornly. I playfully elbowed him, surprised out how easy it was to just sit and talk to him. I wanted to scold myself for being so... laid back about being alone with him, but it was hard not to. It felt comfortable. And it felt . . . right.

"What is she like? Your friend?" I asked surprising myself. Where had that question come from? Robin seemed to contemplate his answer for a moment before responding.

"You-" he began but I instantly stop him.

"Would you please just say she?" I pleaded, tired of him stubbornly not accepting the fact that I was not this Raven girl. He sighed.

"Fine. She is brave and smart and funny, in her own sarcastic way. She is loyal and kind and powerful. She can heal just as much as she can fight, and believe me yo-she is an amazing fighter," he rambled admiringly. He was staring off into another world it seemed as he described her. A small part of me almost wanted to believe that I was this chic, because she sounded pretty awesome. And to have such loyal friends? To know that they would fight for you no matter what. Even when they were wrong… "She is the only one on the team who has ever seen my eyes," he said as an afterthought. He seemed to wait for my reaction, but I didn't see how it was that big of a deal.

"They are just eyes," I interjected dryly. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"They are not just eyes! They are my secret identity," he explained as if that was obvious. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure they are just eyes," I teased lightly, but now I was a little curious. What did his eyes look like? I bit my lip.

"Easy for you to say, you don't wear a mask. You don't have a secret identity," he countered, making me frown again.

"You did it again," I said stiffly, staring straight ahead.

"Did what?" he asked, obviously confused.

"Acted like I was her, but I'm not," I answered evenly. He sighed. I waited for him to start arguing, start trying to convince me that I was her, but he didn't.

"Sorry," he murmured. My eyes widened, surprised he didn't fight back more.

"Hey Robin?" I questioned, taking a glance in his direction. He nodded waiting for me to continue. "Since you already think I've seen your eyes-" I began.

"You want to see them," he finished as my cheeks turned bright red. I turned away to look out at the street, avoiding his gaze. "Okay," he answered easily, making my head turn to face him. He was being so chill about it.

"Really?" I questioned, startled. After all the fuss he made about his secret identity, he was just going to let me see his eyes like it was no big deal?

"Of course. Like you said, you've already seen them," he replied reaching up for his sunglasses. I almost wanted to stop him. He was about to show me something very intimate, but only because he thought I was his friend. It seemed wrong and mean, if I let him continue. I should stop him. But I couldn't bring myself to do so. I was too curious. And then I was drowning in blue.

The explosive ticked off its last second before the two of us were blown back by its force. I coughed, weakly standing to my feet, waiting for my vision to focus again.

"Robin? You okay?" I called out, trying to keep my balance. A hit, so close up, isn't something you easily walk away from. I heard a groan come from a few feet away, but I couldn't see anything from the residue smoke.

"I have been better," he grunted sarcastically, his voice scratchy. He cried out and I heard a thump, probably him falling back to the ground.

"Where are you? I can-" I began worriedly, squinting to catch a glimpse of him through the smoke.

"No!" he interrupted hastily.

"What do you mean 'no'?" I asked, surprised and even a little annoyed. He was blasted off his feet, but he wouldn't let me come heal him…. Like that made any sense….

"Raven," he started wearily. "My mask is gone," he explained finally after a moment of silence. My first reaction was shock. My second however was much more realistic.

"You are kidding me right? You are on the ground, most likely with broken bones, but you won't let me come heal you, because you don't have your mask on. Am I hearing this right? Robin, we have been teammates for years now. Years! What does it matter if I see your eyes? You know about my past, which is my biggest secret. I've trusted you with things I never thought I'd be able to trust anyone with… Ever! And you care if I see your eyes?" I argued angrily. He was being completely irrational. You would think after all these years…. "So here is the deal: you either tell me where you are, or I am going to have to go through the trouble of using my powers. Your choice." Silence ensued, but I thought it best to give him a moment to think about it. I heard him sigh somewhere in front of me.

"Follow my voice. I think I'm only a few feet away. I'll make sure you don't go too far," he began. I started walking forward slowly, testing the ground around me so I wouldn't trip and fall flat on my face. "Raven, I won't let you fall," he promised, as if reading my mind. I realized none of my usual barriers were up in my mind, so for all I knew, he was reading my mind.

I finally stumbled upon him, as if we were playing a failing game of Marco-Polo. He was on the ground, propped up on his elbows, a fair good-sized gash above his eye, and from what I could sense, bruises all over. But that wasn't what had instantaneously caught my attention. No, what grabbed my attention was the blue that washed over me as his eyes met mine. I don't think I had ever seen such a deep blue, such a beautiful blue. It honestly left me speechless for a moment….

Suddenly I was back in the alley with Robin, his gorgeous blue eyes looking concerned as he leaned over me. Had I fallen down? Wait, I had been sitting… I was so confused. And now my head hurt. Like a lot.

"Raven are you okay?" he asked, his breath tickling my cheeks as he blocked the rain. He was close, too close. I needed air. I needed to get away from him. I needed normal. I pushed him off of me, wincing as I sat up too quickly. "Raven?" he asked again, reaching out for me. It was too much. He was too much. All of it was too much. He needed to get out of my life before … I don't know. Before something bad happened. He was too confusing, too intoxicating, too, too, too much. I don't know what had happened but whatever that vision had been, it hadn't been mine. It was impossible. I stood up quickly stumbling a bit. He caught me, still trying to help. But he wasn't helping. He was making everything so much harder.

"Don't touch me," I yelled, wrenching myself from his arms and running. It seemed that that was all I ever did. Run. But when I had so much to run from, who could blame me. I heard him yell after me but he was smart enough to not chase me down. I had a feeling he would win, but apparently he was going to be nice and actually leave me alone.

I somehow managed to find my way back to the house, and crawled in through my window, fixing it back up, hiding all evidence of my breakout. It was clear that neither Colleen nor Jim had been in to check on me. I sighed in relief before heading to the bathroom, changing the music to something classical, turning down the volume, stripping out of my soaked attire, and slipping into the lukewarm bath. I closed my eyes and let my muscles relax. Maybe Robin wasn't the problem. Maybe I was the problem. I kept pushing the world of Amy away: Colleen, Jim, Cecelia, Darla, Tyler. It would make sense that I could trick myself into thinking there was even the smallest possibility of … that … when I couldn't accept the truth. Colleen… no. Once again, my mindset was all wrong. Not Colleen, but Mom. And not Jim, but Dad. And Cecelia and Darla? I had to accept them as my best friends, because they so clearly are. No wonder my memories refused to come back. My mind refused to let myself believe in them. And Tyler. My supposed boyfriend. No, still wrong. My boyfriend. No supposed. I needed to believe if I ever wanted my memories back. I looked to the sink where my cell phone was laying. I kept getting texts from Cecelia, Darla, and Tyler and for that reason alone I never carried it with me anywhere. Another thing I had been doing wrong. Instead of embracing my life, I had been pushing it away.

"Time to start embracing," I muttered, reaching out of the water for my phone. Grabbing it, I ignored all the texts waiting for me and went straight to contacts, scrolling down until I found the name I had been searching for. Before I could second guess myself, I clicked call and held the phone to my ear, listening to the first ring. That was all it took.

"Amy?" Tyler asked in surprise. His tone was hopeful.

"Yeah, hey. Um, I was curious if that, um, date offer was still on the table," I questioned, trying to keep my tone light. For a second, Tyler didn't respond, probably confused by my sudden change of attitude towards him.

"Absolutely!" he then exclaimed excitedly. "When were you thinking of? Tomorrow?" he questioned excitedly.

"Tomorrow is great," I said, agreeing and trying to not be difficult.

"I'll pick you up at six and we can grab dinner, okay?" he checked, making sure that was all good.

"Perfect," I answered, only glad that I didn't have school tomorrow. I'd have until six to mentally prepare myself.

"See you tomorrow then," he said softly, saying his goodbye.

"Until tomorrow,"

Lol, oh Raven. You take one step forward and then three steps back. Oh well. Anyways, remember, only ten reviews and the next chapter will be up sooner! So just click the little button below! Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.
-DRA