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The Empathy and The Ecstasy	By : SugarSpark Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het- Male/Female > Raven/Robin Views: 19847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Teen Titans. All story ideas are my own original thoughts. Resemblance to any other work of fiction is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: OMG. I have not been able to work on this freaking story for two years! I have been so blocked. I couldn't get past Chapter 3 no matter how hard I tried. And then suddenly, it just came to me. All the answers I was looking for. I can't wait to finish the chapter so here's a little taste. I hope you like it! --Violet Intensions

CHAPTER 4: A Wicked Plot
He was in the weird dream again. He was standing in a grassy field surrounded by three young women. Though it was dark, they each seemed to give off their own eerie glow. He could see the color of their hair: One flaxen, the second crimson, and the third pitch. Slowly, they began to circle him. As they did, a sound came from them like whispers under static. He strained to hear them until their voices became clear.
“He is the strongest,” he heard. “If he defeats us we shall never be able to conquer the other two.” He could not tell which of them spoke.
“Yes, he has much strength. But that is where the weakness lies.” The responding voice was louder. “If the Enigma falls then Machine and Beast will follow quickly. We take the form of what they covet most. Dominion is close.”
“Dominion…,” a third voice trailed off. This one, he believed, came from the Crimson one. She seemed to glow a little brighter when the word was spoken.
Enigma? I am Enigma. They said Machine and Beast. I don’t understa… His thought trailed off as he noticed Pitch begin to walk towards him. He felt a breeze on his skin but he didn’t shiver. The smell of her was on the wind. It was a damp smell of electricity and stale water. Thinking he would be repulsed by the rankness, he was surprised by a growing feeling of warmth low in his belly. He looked down and realized for the first time that he was naked. His penis was very stiff. It must have been for some time because it was becoming painful. When he looked up, Pitch was in front of him. Her eyes glowed a bluish-white. Dark tendrils of miasma seeped from the corners.
I know this, he thought. His erection tensed sending an ache of pain and pleasure deep in his belly and down his legs. His toes curled.
“So long, so long…” Flaxen whimpered. “No more waiting!”
“You please me Enigma. You crave the flesh. Will you not take it?” Where before all three seemed to speak at once only to dominate the voice in turn, Pitch spoke alone so close to him. “Your longing is greater than thirst or hunger. Reach for what you want. It is so close, so soft, so pleasing…”
No, I’ve done this before. It can’t happen again. I can’t let her make it dark. It frightens me. I don’t want to be scared of her. Not her. It’s just a dream. I need to wake up. Frantically his thoughts came. He remembered everything. The dream would come and he would forget and then before the horror of it all he would remember again. How long had this been happening?
He felt her hand on his stomach. The madness was near. Everything was going to change and he was powerless to stop it. He was going to look into her face. And it would seem all right. But it would change. It always did.
When he looked up, she was there. The glowing eyes were gone only to be replaced by the violet eyes. But they weren’t violet. He knew that. They were brown. He knew because he had been close to her not long ago. He struggled to remember her true face. The violet eyes smiled at him. Though he knew it wasn’t her, he smiled back. She looked so alluring he wanted to kiss her. Then the face stopped being hers. It became something else. Her sweet kissable features contorted, her eyes stretching back in an unnatural way towards her temples, not violet or even glowing, but only the miasma now and it was reaching towards him. The teeth in her mouth became large and jagged and spread apart as her mouth also was stretched back on her face as if being pulled from behind by invisible hands. The grotesque face began to pull away from him, the mouth opening wider and wider.
No! He screamed inside his head. But no number of refusals would be heard. He stood naked, aching, and terrified. Flaxen and Crimson were whispering under the sound of static again: Laughter from gruesome gaping gashes. Black tongues of thick smoke lashed back and forth from inside each of their mouths. The sight sickened him. No stopping it now, he thought as he succumbed to the grisly scene before him. He looked back to Pitch. Her mouth was cavernous now and looked to have no tongue or teeth. He could not bear to look into it but was compelled to do so. Before he could think anymore of the fear that gripped him, it happened.
Several black cords exploded from her mouth and shot towards him. They wrapped around his body squeezing tightly. His face was covered leaving him blind and suffocating. Though he knew his body would not obey his commands to struggle, he tried nonetheless. But it was all in vain. He could no longer feel the ground below his feet. His mouth and nose were filled with thick, sticky sap as he continued to try and suck air into his lungs. Her voice was at his ear sparking the mix of pain and pleasure in his belly again. It was a bittersweet distraction.
“I am in you,” she whispered. He felt the urge to vomit but instead he inhaled more of the viscous darkness.
“Do not fight me. It is glorious for us to be one. Can’t you feel it?” Once again he felt the pulling low in his stomach. He was losing consciousness; her voice was faint.
“I am… you.” And he was happily lost to unconsciousness.

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Though he couldn’t see, Robin could hear the rain. It was hitting metal somewhere nearby. He shivered. His senses were not aware of his surroundings yet. He shivered remembering the dream. The nightmare had played over and over. He did not know for how long.
Am I awake? Am I me? Robin had just realized that he was no longer in the dark field surrounded by the wicked temptresses. I can hear the rain, he thought, I must be me. He tried to move, to open his eyes; he could do neither. The dream had kept him trapped only to finally release him into another trap: His body had become a prison.
The senses he had available to him finally started to spark to life albeit painfully. He sensed he was standing. The rain had wet and matted his hair channeling small streams of rainwater down his face. And the ground beneath him acquainted itself with his feet. It was gritty. Could be anywhere, he thought. Considering his state of being, he was able to keep himself from panicking. It wouldn’t have done him any good if he were going to figure out what was going on.
Robin struggled to remember what had happened to get him to this dark place in the rain. He remembered easy things like who he was, how old he was, and that he was an integral member of the Teen Titans. All his memories remained out of reach. Some he could see but like they were being shown to him through a dirty window, hazy and filmy looking.
Stop, he thought he heard. The panic that he was doing so well to suppress began to swell in his chest. If someone was close, he was unable to move and wouldn’t be able to defend himself.
I’m closer than that, came the voice again. This time Robin really did begin to panic. The voice had come from inside his head. He summoned every ounce of strength he could muster and struggled against his invisible bonds.
Insolence. To think that you could escape from me any more than you could escape your own soul, laughed the familiar voice. The dream tumbled in front of him. Pitch soared forward towards him to whisper in his ear. She was inside of him. Robin felt ill.
How…? It was all Robin could manage to think.
Let me remind you my pet, the voice purred from within him.
Before he was able to process everything that was happening, he was assaulted by the memories he so long desired. That desire would soon be extinguished. The images flashed by in an instant:
Raven.
Sex.
Screaming.
Black.
Suffocation.
Emptiness.
Oh God! Oh God! Robin screamed inside his skull. Raven! No! He wished he could rip the images from his head.
Stop whimpering, the voice whispered. You must revel in what we have become, you and I.
Robin continued to cry as he grappled with his reality. This can’t be happening.
I assure you, it is. As the voice spoke, a dim light appeared in the distance and grew wider and brighter as it moved closer. Not closer. Opening. His sight was being returned to him.
The dim light of the moon did not hurt his eyes. The world came into perfect view. He was looking at a dingy metal door set into the side of a hill at the end of a faintly visible dirt road. Robin’s head turned to the northwest of its own volition. Titan Tower stood dark save one light at the topmost part of the tower. Someone was up and trying to find him.
Why haven’t they found me? His body answered the question by showing him a strange mark above the door. There was a dark scratch where Robin knew a camera should be. The camera looked as if it had been scorched from existence. Like someone marking a picture on canvas or words on paper. It looked more like a scratch on the world than on the camera alone.
He was moving. His feet were carrying him to the door. When he was upon the door his hand did not reach out for the handle. Instead, he walked through the unopened door. It was as if he was between being and not being. A sensation he had never experienced before.
Robin’s body trudged along the long corridor until it reached the door to the bottom-most level of Titan Tower. He passed through the bolted steel like before and the basement appeared before him. There was minimal light making everything look sepia-toned. This part of the basement was used to discard many old, yet still useful, items belonging to each Titan. Walking towards the light, he passed several stacks of dusty books, weight sets, and videocassettes. His body stopped at a pile of old board games and comic books and looked up. A picture hung on the wall: A fierce figure with a dark face. Then the face smiled.
A large mirror with a crack from the bottom-left corner of the glass to the near middle leaned against the basement wall. Robin watched as the body moved closer to the frame. He could barely recognize himself: His eyes were dark and bled black curls of miasma. He had grown larger and taller; his muscles well defined and glistening with sweat. There were dark bruises at the bend of each elbow. Black veins stretched up and down his arms from the center of the marks. A third bruise was at the notch in his neck. Veins traveled down his chest and others reached up and touched his lips. Another was above his navel with the same branching veins. The veins below his navel reached the veins traveling towards the dark stain between his legs. His penis was erect and intimidating. It pulsed with every breath pushed in and out of his lungs.
Do you see? Asked the voice. The body heaved a breath and exhaled it slowly, showing off every grotesquely beautiful part of his new physique.
Robin had calmed a great deal since he was shown the gruesome images of this body with… He could barely think her name, Raven.
Pitch, he thought angrily.
Yes, it hissed. But I am Pitch no longer. For WE… ARE… ENIGMA! The voice thundered in his head.

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Starfire and Beast Boy burst into the med-lab as Raven sat up ripping at all the tubes and wires attached to her. She was screaming.
“Call Cyborg!”, Beast Boy yelled to Starfire. He ran to Raven and tried to grab her. Instead, he was thrown to the ground when one of her flailing arms hit him. The screaming was unbearable.
“ROBIN!… ROBIN!… ROBIN!…”, she howled over and over. Beast Boy got up from the floor and ran to Starfire who was close to the med-lab entrance.
“Sedate her!”, he screamed at her frantically. Starfire seemed in a trance and stared at him for a moment before dropping her communicator and running to the supply cabinet.
“COME IN DAMMIT!” Cyborg’s voice blasted from all the communicators. Beast Boy picked up the dropped T-Comm.
“Just get here! She’s awake and hysterical! We’re going to sedate her!”, he yelled into the comm.
“No we aren’t,” he heard Starfire say behind him. Beast Boy turned and saw her standing in front of Raven with the sedation needle in her hand. Raven had stopped screaming and was calm.
Beast Boy lifted the comm to his mouth, “She’s calm, Cy. Get here quick.”
“Affirmative,” came the response.
Beast Boy walked towards Raven. He feared anything could send her into peals of screams. The last thing he wanted to do was upset or frighten her. She had been through enough already.
“Ra…,” Beast Boy began.
“He’s here,” Raven interjected. Starfire remained still and transfixed on her friend.
“Who, Raven?” Beast Boy had stopped moving towards her when she spoke.
“Robin.” Raven looked up into his face. “And he’s not alone.”
To be continued...
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