A/N:

Beast Boy = Beastie

Robin = Robyn

Raven = Crow

Starfire = Starbolt.

Cyborg, Kid Flash, Bumblebee, and Terra are all normal.

I own nothing...but the plot.

Chapter 8

The gym was just as dark as Crow's room and the sounds of the Girl Wonder pounding the heavy punching bag resounded through the air. Beastie was never really a physical labor kind of girl, preferring sleep and eating to all other things, but occasionally she would join in on Robyn's workout if for nothing but a little girl time.

This time it was forced on her by her traitorous partner. She promised to try and get back to normal so this morning, she donned her yoga pants and tee shirt, whipped her twin curly pigtails into twin buns, and hightailed it downstairs before he'd stirred in bed at her disappearance.

Tiptoeing in the seemingly sacred area, she couldn't help but admire the older girl's physique. Form-fitting uniforms typically made it easier to fight in and Robyn's was no exception, however, there was something about the workout tights and sports bra that showed off her toned figure in a way that seemed to get lost under the superhero exterior. 'No wonder Star is whipped.' But the power she had behind each punch was crazy. When she swung around and performed a roundhouse kick to the bag, her body seemed to be in perfect form. Beastie was enthralled until her leader's voice rang out.

"Didn't take you for a voyeur." The brunette steadied the bag and looked over at the younger female, giving her a small friendly smile.

"I didn't wanna intrude," she began then continued scrunching up her nose in the process, "Do you sleep in that thing?!"

Robyn didn't need a mirror to know she was inquiring about the mask.

"No," she responded before giving into the outlandish impulse to take off the offending material. Vibrant blue. The kind that reminded you of a waterfall somewhere in a hidden oasis. That was the color that met Beastie's eyes, the color of Robyn's eyes. 'Beautiful...'

"That wasn't necessary." Watching her leader take sure strides to sit the black material on the sanitizer dispenser station, she felt unsure of what to do.

The thick black eyelashes that were now exposed for all to see, fluttered closed as she shook her head, "We've been friends long enough. I usually do exercise with it on but..." The older girl trailed off making direct eye contact. She didn't have to say: "It's your first day out of that room since Adonis tried to touch your no-no square, so I'm here 100% if you want to talk about it or whatever the hell's been going on in Crow's room since you snuck in there. And if you don't that's okay, too. We can just stare at each other until you get lost in my beautiful eyes."

Nope, that went unsaid even though she was pretty sure Robyn may not have said exactly that.

"So... training?" Rob held up two 50-pound weights and Beastie nodded, grabbing the 30-pound identical weights instead.

"Crow thought it was a good idea for me to get back to normal." She grunted out in between reps, skipping the warm-up that she probably needed.

"And his idea of that was for you to exercise? Does he know you?" Robyn joked

The girl in question chuckled, "Don't suppose he does."

"I mean, all in all, it's not exactly a bad idea..."

"Oh?" Beastie questioned, her breathing increased slightly at the exertion.

"Working out can bring people out of depression... not that you're depressed or anything. But... it's good." The changeling dropped her weights but Robyn continued.

"I've...I've never felt so helpless before..." The pale woman looked over at her counterpart, not saying anything just silently waiting for her to continue.

Shaking her head, she switched gears, "Are there techniques... fighting skills... you could, you know, teach me? I, um, I don't ever wanna feel like that again... I mean, if Crow hadn't been there... if he hadn't gotten there in time..." her voice had broken and tears were falling. Great. Just great. They weren't even 30 minutes into their session yet! His presence on her and around highjacked her senses pulling her back into the past. Her mind was flooded with what-if scenarios. The ones a certain blue-haired male seemed to drive away by simply just being there.

Had she been more like Robyn, she could have kicked Adonis's ass, no help required. Beastie didn't realize she was swimming in a sea of self-doubt and self-disgust until Robyn's small steady voice pulled her out,

"But he did... Crow got there in time." They were eye to eye and Robyn was searching for her, "I can't tell you how to feel... I've dealt with creeps but I've never exactly been... compromised like that..."

"Not even when you were Slade?"

A finicky smirk crossed her leader's face, "thankfully, no." She took a deep breath sharing parts of a past that she'd shut out, "He looked, even made some... weird comments but... never physically made a move..."

The girl nodded to show she understood, letting the other female trail off one thought train and jump on the next one, "but back to your question. I do know a few moves. We can train together until you feel... more confident about them."

Beastie nodded, mood picking up slightly, "Okay... but can I join in your evening workouts because this 4 a.m. crap is for the birds."

Robyn snickered, "Can't take the heat."

"I would've loved to stay out of the kitchen." The female replied following the unmasked girl to the power zone she loved so much.

A/N:

I felt that more "talk therapy" was needed to expand on Beastie's vulnerability. Originally, I wrote this story to include two more sections after this ending the story which was actually supposed to be a one-shot. After rereading, I wrote maybe four extra sections... so until next time.

Hope you enjoyed!