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Chapter 1: Freckle

Disclaimers: I don't own anything but my deviant thoughts.

Author's Notes: This story starts somewhat light, but will get super dark…the descent into madness and obsession. Twisted logic. Semi-slow burn. RobRae.


The freckle on the tip of her nose is new. It definitely wasn't there yesterday. He would have noticed.

Raven was not paying one ounce of attention to the leader of her team, but he was definitely paying attention to her. She stood out amongst her other peers on this bright and sunny day.

They were all smiles as they wrapped up another training session. Crime has been slow, but that did not mean the team should be negligent and shirk their responsibilities. Their supreme leader would not let them because an undisciplined team reflects poorly on him. Robin would not tolerate it.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Cyborg reassess the gears in his knee joints. This particular training session was designed to focus on his weakest points, which just so happens to be his joints. A powerful blow aimed at the right place could leave his mechanized body crippled and useless. This would have him at the mercy of who ever he was fighting. Today, it just so happens that he was fighting Robin. The "boy wonder" who did not have super powers or a body of metal to fall back on. All he has is his skills, his wit and years of hard training to rely on in the heat of combat. Robin knew his robotic friend quite well and decided that the best way to take down his training partner was by completely blowing out the joint of Cyborg's left knee. The tactic worked, but at a cost. There was a beautifully painful bruise blossoming on his right shoulder from where Cyborg struck him on his way down.

Beastboy was hovering over his best friend and gaming partner's shoulder. He had pulled on a pair of shorts after shifting back from his fish form. Today's training was all about diversifying his shifting forms. It is obvious that he is the most comfortable in the body of a tiger, which is bad for business in a real fight. If your enemy can read your moves before you can even make them then you've essentially lost the fight. Beastboy shifted into three very different forms for today's training: tiger, falcon and fish. Land, sky and sea; all in rapid succession. He has a habit of shifting back into his human form before shifting into another animal which takes time and energy that can cost the team their mission or Beastboy his life. He has become more fluid in these transformations, but it still takes the wind out of him. Even now, he's practically leaning on Cyborg as he watches the older man attempt to salvage his gears.

Starfire was still floating in the air above the training grounds. Blasting flames into the air and watching them disintegrate. Robin silently admires her strength and stamina. Who would have thought that a beautiful alien princess would want to be a part of the "Teen Titians," even though they are barely even teens anymore. She definitely does not look like a little girl. Starfire's curves and defined muscles are outline by the clear blue sky at her back. The sunlight highlights the gleaming sweat collecting on the hollow of her neck and the drops dripping down the curve of her abdomen. She is a show stopper and always will be. She definitely has Robin's attention as she stretches and flexes her arms. Green flames erupt from her clenched fists as she punches the air again. Starfire is grinning from ear to ear as she releases some of her pent up energy.

"I wonder what those arms could do to me…" Robin thinks to himself. A shiver runs down his spine. He cannot tell for certain if it is from arousal or fear. Probably both. His feelings toward this woman is complicated on a good day and downright messy on a bad one. Robin may be the leader, but he is still a young, healthy man. He has his vices, just like everyone else. Sometimes it is incredibly hard to keep those vices in check with a woman like Starfire walking around in such revealing clothing. There were days where it pained him to see her in her standard outfits. Days where all he wanted to do was bury his face in her ample chest and run his hands down her muscular thighs. Test their stamina. Leave some bruises. Taste her sweat. Watch all that self assured confidence crumble when his lips latch on to her and his fingers flexing inside her. She would let him do it. He was sure of it. Starfire trusts her leader. She is attracted to her leader. Robin is not blind to the side glances she would send his way. She also silently appreciates his body in her gaze and the way she would lick her lips. It would be so easy for the both of them to just give in and enjoy each other. But…

Then, there were other days where he was borderline repulsed by her whole person. The clothes were grotesque, flashy and revealed too much. He admired her confidence and physique, but she displays it for all the world to see. If they were to start a relation that might develop into a relationship, Robin does not think that he could handle everyone else's eyes on what is his. If she were to parade around as she does now then there would be many dark days and intense fights in their future. While Starfire is a good woman with a good heart, she is not what he would classify as "reserved." She's not very strategic either. If he were to ever get into a real fight for his life with her then the quickest way to win would be to rile her up. Stoke her fire just to watch her fumble and fall. She fights with her strength and her flames; not necessarily with her brains. Strategy is what Robin prides himself on. It is how he would win.

Winning against Raven would be trickier. Knowledge is power and she has amassed quite a bit of it. If Robin is king of intel, then Raven was queen of scripture. They have spent long hours pouring over information together. Comparing and contrasting what the old books have recorded and what new science has discovered. In most cases, this information is a rediscovery. Memories of the heated debates, copious amounts of tea and need to be right brings a genuine smile to Robin's face. He turns his attention to her as she finishes her final post-training stretches. Lightly toned arms extended above her head as she takes a deep breath. She was by no means unfit, but compared to Starfire, she was not an Amazonian warrior. The top of Raven's head barely touched the middle of his chest. When she looks up at him from that angle it is difficult for him to not pinch the delicate roundness of her cheek. Watch her brows furrow together because she feels as though he isn't taking her seriously. She would slap his hand away with a rough "don't touch me," but never move to stop him before he makes contact. He secretly believes that Raven craves touch. The warmth of another person. Both physically and emotionally, but deems the cost of both too high. She may be right. Isn't that the reason why he stops himself from touching Starfire?

Raven settles herself in under the shade of a large tree as he walks towards her. Freckle on the tip of her nose standing out like a sore thumb. She is too pale to be exerting herself at high noon on a summer's day, but there is no rest for heroes. Especially when they are being led by one Richard Grayson. Aka Robin. Aka Boy Wonder. He had a reputation to uphold and they needed to conform to it. They must act responsibly.

"Did you put on sunscreen before training today?" asks Robin as he moves towards her on silent feet.

His question was met by almond shaped violet eyes. They are half closed in enjoyment as Raven takes large gulps of cool water. Lips wrapped tight around the rim of the thin plastic water bottle. Her greediness to quench her thirst causes the bottle to cave in with every suck. Pause. She flares her nostrils to take in a deep breath with her lips still sealed to the bottle. Head tilts back a little more as she finishes. Violet locks of hair falling behind her head and swaying slightly with the motion. Violet eyes still looking at her leader. "What the fuck happened to her regular water bottle? The one she insists is eco-friendly?" Said bottle was laying on the ground beside her feet. Empty.

Robin looks away feeling slightly…uncomfortable? It was strange to see the normally reserved young woman in such a suggestive posture. Raven generally tries her best to not be the center of attention. In any social gathering she sticks to Starfire or Beastboy. The resident extroverts who will claim all the direct attention to themselves and allow her the opportunity to just enjoy the atmosphere. Was this boldness because she was among trusted friends? Companions and compatriots that she lives with, fights with and grows with? Did she think that she is safe with them? With him? Robin mentally scoffs at the idea. He may recognize these titians as his team and even his friends, but that does not mean that he unconditionally trusts them. Isn't that why he has comprised detailed profiles for each member? Throughly documenting their individual strengths and weaknesses. Both physically and mentally. As powerful as his team is, they were all, essentially, hormonal and mentally imbalanced young adults. Their future is uncertain and intel is king.

"Of course. And I wore long sleeves and long pants too. I'm not a masochist, Robin." The voice was low and almost gravel like. Not the "ideal" female voice, but not necessarily unpleasant either. The response prompted Robin to look back at his subordinate. The crinkled water bottle was gone, but the moisture was still glistening on her lips. The tip of a small pink tongue darts out to capture a drop from the bottom corner of said lips. She was still slightly panting from her furious drinking and strenuous exercise. It was all physical. No powers allowed today. Her dark powers are her greatest strengths, but one of her largest weaknesses. With them, she can pulverize buildings and stop criminals in their tracks. Without them, she's as helpless as a baby bird.

If Starfire were to lose her powers in a fight, she would still have her strength, muscles and combat training to fall back on. If Raven lost her powers in a fight, she could very well die. She was so small. So slender. Someone like him would be able to wipe the floor with her. It wouldn't take much to flip her around and pin her on the ground. Or slam her smooth cheek into the rough bark of the tree beside them. Curl his fingers in her soft hair and force her neck back so that she can look at him. Look at him while he twists her arms at awkward angles. What would her expression be? Surprise? Pain? Fear? Trepidation? All of the above? Her poker face might not give anything away, but her eyes will. A dark part of him wanted them to swell with tears and sparkle like precious violet gems. An even darker part wondered what it would be like to taste those tears. "I'm not a masochist, Robin."

She's right. She is not. Robin isn't a sadist either. He has seen his beloved friend cry. He's been inside of her mind. Felt her strong emotions. Their connection runs deeper than either one of them cares to admit. There was no pleasure in those moments of pain that they shared. However, there was beauty in the moments of comfort that came after. Light touches of support on the arm or shoulder. Knowing glances at an inside joke. Genuine smiles as they worked together to accomplish goal after goal. No, his beautiful friend is not a masochist. She would thrive if given the right support and love. Unfortunately, Robin doesn't think that she knows what that looks like and he hasn't met a man alive who could possibly do right by her. He would just have to take special care of his delicate friend himself.

"Quit spacing out, Boy Wonder!" Robin's gazed snapped back into focus. Raven was closer to him than he realized and curiously looking up at him. When did she get so close? She smells like sweat and grass. "No, you smell like sweat and grass. You're covered in grass. I watched Cyborg wipe the floor with you."

Did he say that out loud? "I'll have you know that I won that spar! Busted his gears and fried his circuits," was Robin's haughty response.

"He tossed you like a salad, bro!" pipped up Beastboy from the other side of the training field. That fool has impeccable senses thanks to his shapeshifting abilities. Abilities that Robin thought was wasted on him. If he could do what Beastboy could, he would be damn near unstoppable.

"Whatever. I'm hungry and we all smell like hot, sweaty ass. Let's go shower and get some food," came Cyborg's response. Robin nods his head in agreement. Starfire drops from the sky with a smile on her beautiful face. Beastboy begins recommending all of the vegan dishes that he's craving.

"I couldn't agree more with friend Cyborg's proposal! Let us share a meal together," came a sing song voice. It was bubbly, energetic but somehow still soothing to the ears. Robin watches as Starfire grabs Raven's hand and tugs her back to the Tower. Half heartedly pestering the shorter woman about her training gear. A dark blue long sleeve tunic that fits almost like a dress and black leggings. Starfire doesn't understand how she isn't overheating. The alien princess is barely hanging on in her bright purple sports bra and gym shorts. Lean, muscular thighs on full display.

Robin follows the two women. Enjoying the view of Starfire's swaying hips. She glances back. She knows he's watching. He wants her to know he is.


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