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Just A Facade	By : shewillnotbenamed Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > General Views: 4625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It's such a while that I'm sure my writing has changed by now, I even went back and made some edits to the earlier chapters. That being said, I highly recommend reading it from the beginning again. This story has always been something I wanted to come back to. I just hope my writing style has changed for the better. Thank you all for your favorites and words of encouragement over the years, it's kept this story in the back of my mind and in my heart, even when my drafts were wiped out (delaying me further). I really hope you enjoy!
"Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused."
Purple strands fluttered as if in invisible winds. A blue leotard covered sorceress hovered, supine above the bed. A spiky head was turned to watch her. A sad smile was playing on Robin's lips. He still remembered how graceful she was at everything. But this was all he could do now, watch her. From a distance.
He was trying coming to grips with the fact that he could have actually lost her last night. Just the thought of it. Of losing her forever. What Slade could have done... What he already had done. He took a deep breath. No matter how stressed and sleep deprived and irritable he had seemed these last few weeks, it was all because of what he knew. He knew what Slade could do. He had seen it. Slade could take her wherever or whenever he wanted. Right out from under their noses without even leaving a trace. The mercenary had proved it a couple of times already. If he let her go, it was only to make a point. It was merely a warning of what was to come.
He couldn't lose her again. He wouldn't be able to go on if the next time it was permanent.
Finally strengthening his resolve, he turned in his chair, prepared to leave. As he shuffled over to the door, he heard rustling in the bed behind him. Wincing, he turned to face her. 'Please don't be awake.'It was hard enough, leaving her when she was asleep. That coupled with the fact that she really needed her rest.
After the Slade ordeal, he had a lot to think about, and even more work to do.
"Robin... Is that you?" her slightly hoarse voice asked. Sitting up in bed, she faced him slowly. A black light encased the IV in her arm and removed it. "I thought-I heard someone."
There was no denying it now. "Yes, I'm here," he sighed. "I see your powers are back."
Raven looked at him inquisitively. He wasn't as on edge as or as volatile as he had been before. Compared to the hot and cold of the last few weeks. He seemed almost...serene. She would need him to be if she was going to divulge what she knew of Slade's plans.
"It appears so. Cyborg said I would relatively normal in a few hours..." She stared at him, the sheets in her fists. As if to shield herself, she draped them over her legs. She figured she should get to the point. The real reason why he was here. "Did you need to ask me anything, like if I can recall anything else about last night?"
"Yes, something like that," he said softly. He sat down on a bed directly across from her. She looked down.
A tiny part of her had wondered if for just a moment, he had come to her in search of something else.
But of course. He was here for that. Not for her.
"I thought so..." she paused for a minute, lost in thought. "Look Robin, throughout everything, I haven't asked you for much. But now, I'm going to." After all he'd put her through, he owed her this.
He said nothing in response. It seemed that maybe he was going to hear her out.
"I'd like you to promise me something."
If she was going to tell him this, she wanted to do so on her conditions. She always feared for him when it came to Slade.
"Sure, Raven... I'll hear you out."
This was good so far. Hopefully the other shoe wouldn't drop.
"I'm going to tell you. But just, please...don't do anything reckless."
"...Okay." He stared at her reluctantly. Just how deep did this go? Was it worse than he feared? He swallowed deeply.
Amethyst orbs widened to punctuate her request. "Really, promise me."
He sighed again. "I promise." He held up a gloved hand. He really hoped he would be able to keep that promise.
"The effects of the drugs are wearing off, and memories are resurfacing... Some of the things he said... What he did to me."
"Yes..." Robin grunted, gripping the bed frame for support. She eyed him nervously.
"Last night, I know you think Starfire neglected her duty, but it wasn't anything like that..."
Robin nodded gruffly. But he did not speak. She continued. This was hard to relive, but she knew she had to tell him.
He had to know.
"Slade was after me from the start... Before you guys showed up, he targeted me. And when we fought, he used a device to neutralize my powers."
She eyed him. His masked eyes were slits and his knuckles were white, as though he was bracing himself for the worst.
"While you guys were fighting the Sladebots, he must have kidnapped me. The robots were just a diversion. When I came to, I was in a house..." At this Raven expected him to demand her to recollect something. Like to guess the location. Maybe amount of time it must have taken him to get her there. Something. But he was eerily quiet. This made what she had to tell him even more real.
Even more terrifying.
"...The last thing I remember was him telling me, that I..." she murmured. She looked down again, pained. Purple locks were shielding her face. This was going to be harder than had she thought. It was so much easier when she couldn't remember. And when he was paranoid just at the threat of Slade attacking again. This was no longer just a threat. It had happened. To her.
Suddenly, she felt warm, rough fingers clasping her clenched ones. She loosened her grip and looked up at him in surprise. His gloves and his mask lay forgotten on the bed. She looked into crystal blue-grey irises. She felt the heaviness in her heart lift. Those beautiful eyes still held a warmth for her. But now there were dark grey circles under them. He looked like he had barely slept since the day they broke up. It didn't help that it was also the day he learned that Slade was very much alive. Ever since the day she told Robin about his return, he had hidden himself away from her. Beyond all reason he had continued chasing his demon, the ever illusive Slade. But now he was being vulnerable with her. She could see all of him again. It was a though the look in his eyes was saying: "I'm here for you. No matter what the next sentence is that comes out of your mouth." She tried not to tear up. Instead, she continued.
"Robin..." she started. "Slade asked me to be his apprentice." His eyes widened in shock. Then as expected, the anger grew to fury.
What she did not expect were to feel his warm, muscular arms surround her stiff petite frame.
"Listen to me, Raven... That will not happen." His voice was unwavering, defiant, adamant. 'Not as long as I'm still breathing.'
This was just like old Robin, wanting to protect her from evil. From Slade. The mage closed her eyes and allowed him to hold her pressed against his chest. They stayed like this for what seemed like a while.
Finally, it felt like they were on the same wavelength. That they were working to achieve the same end. For the first time in days, she felt close to him again. It was just a shame that it took threats and kidnapping to bring it about. She wondered if she was pushing her luck, but she wanted to ask something else of him.
"Robin...?" asked the pale purple-haired girl after he released her. "Will you promise me something else?"
"Name it." 'Just what are you up to, Raven?'
"Would you, consider getting some rest?" He looked a little surprised at this.
"I'll consider it..."
She opened her mouth to protest.
"How about a compromise?"
He kicked of his boots, placed them next to cloak on the floor. "I'll stay with you. Until you fall asleep."
Robin had since realized that his hallucinations and rashness were product of his sleepless nights. Yet, he was afraid to sleep. Every time he tried, he was either tormented by his desires for Raven or tormented by Slade. The worst were when his dreams had elements of both. Now she had just confirmed his worst fears. His literal nightmare. But this wasn't just a passing thought in his subconscious anymore.
It was real.
Still he knew she was right. He needed to sleep.
The spell-caster nodded in acceptance, knowing this was the best she was going to get from him. And after what she told him. How she had missed sleeping next to him. She wondered if he felt it too, the Medical Laboratory. What just being here meant to them.
He laid down on the bed next to her, pulling her to him. Robin smiled sadly to himself. It was here that they had had their first kiss, among other things. 'This is where it all started.' That kiss was the moment they both could no longer deny that they felt more than just strong friendship for each other. There were other times when he found himself still high off the adrenaline of battle or high off Raven's healing touch.
In this room, she finally let him see her. The Raven hidden away.
Flashback
"You're...sore?" she repeated skeptically.
"Well...I..." He looked around sheepishly, standing in the doorway. "Yeah."
"And since when do you come to me for just soreness?" He looked slyly at her as she moved forward to examine him.
"Um...I..." He pulled his collar nervously.
"No, I want to hear this," she deadpanned.
"It's...um been a long day of training and I..."
"You...what, Robin?" she questioned sarcastically, while moving closer to him. Was she toying with him?
"Fine, you got me. Actually...think I'm okay. Please don't waste your energy." Her hands stilled their movements.
"Are you sure?" She looked at him; pale fingers flashed blue.
"Positive," he grinned. "You're probably getting sick of having to heal me."
"Well, I wouldn't say that..."
"Really, then what would you say?"
"Actually, I am beginning to think you secretly like finding different ways to injure yourself." She quirked a dark orchid brow.
As if she didn't know.
"I will admit, that this training session did go overboard. I let Starfire design my obstacle course this time. I think I pushed myself too hard to beat her times," he admitted. "She seems to forget I can't fly."
He hadn't told her outright, but of course he just wanted an excuse to see her again, in the middle of the day.
Since he first kissed her here many months ago, he couldn't help but find ways to be close to her. Find new excuses to see her. To spend time with her. Waking up extra early in the mornings. Grazing her in corridors in passing. Trying to make her blush whenever he could. Winking at her when no one was looking. He had even elected to do more than his fair share of dishes when he saw that she sometimes liked to read in the common room after dinner.
And he loved the way she looked with her long legs, propped up against her chest, with a book in her lap. Utterly engrossed in its pages. Occasionally her amaranth eyes would slide over to the kitchen, above the tops of the pages to watch him work. She probably thought he was unaware, but he knew.
If they ever found themselves alone for long periods of time, they would talk for hours on end.
On the off chance that she would let him, he would walk her to her room. Sometimes he would even give her a good night kiss. He always kissed thoroughly, leaving her breathless, and her pale cheeks flushed.
"Sweet dreams, Raven," he would whisper in her ear and place his warm lips on her chakra. Releasing her trembling hands from his grasp only once he was an arm-length away.
Still, he hadn't been able to cross the threshold to her room.
But one day, he would.
Just thinking about the times they spent together made him eager to touch her again. And that coupled with the fact that he hadn't been able to sneak away any time to see her this week. It was killing him. It seemed like it was getting harder and harder to stay away from her. They stared at each other for a minute, wordlessly.
"So, Raven..."
"Robin..."
He held the purple gaze. He had just realized how close they were to each other on the bed. Her hand was right next to his. He could smell the lavender shampoo in her hair and could feel the heat of her thigh. But her face was shrouded in shadow. The hooded faceless figure she showed the world. But he wasn't like everyone else. He had seen her. He knew that true beauty lay beneath the mystery. 'You don't have to hide from me.' Throwing caution to the wind, he removed her hood. Purple strands touched her shoulders. Her cheeks were tinged with an adorable pink. She bit her full lip and cocked her head ever-so slightly. Goodness. The look in her eyes said: "I dare you." His eyes followed the movement of her crossing and then uncrossing her slim pale legs.
He could barely stand it. Being this close to her without touching her.
He looked deeply into her eyes again. A tiny smile tugged on the edge of her lips at the look of hunger in his eyes. She must of known what her subtle flirtations were doing to him. It was driving him wild. He needed to touch her.
He pulled her face into his hands, he closed the distance between them.
She relaxed into his arms. Her lips were so supple and inviting. Instantly all the memories of their stolen kisses came flooding back. And he couldn't get enough of her taste. He ran his fingers through silky strands. He was brushing his hands over her neck, as she gripped his shoulders. He kissed her harder, licking and nipping at her lower lip. She granted him access. Their tongues danced together in their familiar never-ending rhythm. She moaned readily. A devious part of him wondered if he would ever get the chance to show her the other things he wanted to do to her with his tongue.
The truth was that lately, his desires had taken on a darker turn. He often found himself wondering about the shapely, pale body she hid under her cloak. He had certainly imagined about as much in his dreams. He wasn't so sure she felt the same. He hadn't dared ask. He was more than content to get the pleasure of making out with her on occasion. But he did wonder. Did she dream about him, too? Desire for his touch? Think about the things he couldn't say out loud? The spiky-haired teen was apt to test that theory, as he was feathering kisses on her cheeks, nose, and chin. He decided to place a daring open-mouthed kiss near her neck. She shivered in pleasure. Robin thought she might. There certainly were other places he wanted to touch and taste.
In spite of his longing, he had to constantly remind himself that she was still new to this. Even as she tucked her hair behind her ear and looked up at him through her dark lashes. He was corrupting her.
She was so innocent. But so sinfully gorgeous.
'Still can't believe I get to kiss her,' he thought. He leaned in for another taste of her lips, but felt something cool and thin in his way. She had placed a finger to his lips.
"Wait."
The masked teen opened his eyes. Huh? Silently urging her to explain why she stopped their heated exchange. 'Why did she stop me?' She had never done that before.
What was going on?
"Will you...walk me to my room?" she asked suddenly. She looked nervous.
So that was it then. It was over. Quicker than it had began.
He was pretty disappointed as he walked with her. Leading her to her door again. All he could do was hope he wouldn't have to wait a whole other week before he could feel her in his arms again.
"This is goodbye," he said. "At least for now." He bent down to give her a goodbye kiss. She stopped him again, this time with a hand on his face.
He couldn't believe it. Something had to be wrong.
Very wrong.
She wouldn't even let him kiss her goodbye? Maybe this was it. Maybe she decided she wanted to end this-whatever it was. He really hoped she would reconsider. 'If she ends this now, I don't know how I can go back.'
"Robin..." she murmured softly. The ebony-haired boy's heart was pounding in his ears as he braced himself for the clincher. Whatever her decision, he wouldn't try to persuade her otherwise. But he was going to tell her that these had been the best few months of his life. 'Even if it's over, I just want her to be happy. No matter what. She deserves happiness.'
She was wringing her hands together. She seemed to be struggling with something. Finally she said the last thing he could have expected,
"Would you...like to come in?"
"What?" tumbled out of his mouth dumbly. He stiffened and his eyes widened in surprise. His eyes were so wide, he bet Raven could even see his expression through his mask. This was everything he ever wanted. 'Be cool. Be cool. Breathe.' He wanted to make sure he didn't seem too eager. The billionaire's son replied to this calmly, clasping the hand that was on his face.
"I thought you would never ask." She smiled at him.
"Well...Robin." She stepped aside to let him in.
"...Richard," he said in response. "My name is Richard." She looked up at him. Yes, he was trusting her with something private: his name. Like she was trusting him with her private space.
"Richard," she tried. His name sounded amazing on her lips. He grinned and took her hand, followed her in. He looked around the blue walls, really taking it in. It was true he been in her room a couple of times in the past, for moments at a time. But those were life and death situations. He hadn't been invited, or gotten to actually look around.
The lighting was low and dim. He blinked for a moment to adjust to it. He walked around, slowly taking it all in. He saw pillar candles on every surface. There were several bookcases, a chest, and shelves filled to the brim with tomes, novels, and books. There were a couple that were laying open on top of the shelves, but all in all it was extremely neat. On the back wall his eyes honed in on the candles, and then the bed that was covered in midnight blue sheets and pillows. She was looking over at him shyly, following his lingering gaze on her bed, while, trying to gauge his response to her private sanctuary. He smiled.
"It's very...you." Looking over at the bed again, he said "Maybe even cozy." He went over to her, taking her hands. "But because it's yours, I like it even more."
"Thank you."
"You know...there's no turning back now." He had to warn her again. He was very serious about this.
About her.
"...I know..."
He was already too far gone.
Before he could take another breath, she was on him, crushing her lips against his. Kissing him full on the mouth. Ardently and endlessly, she was brushing her lips against him. And she was moving closer to him. Now her pale hands were clinging to his shirt. That look in her eyes as she caught his lower lip in her teeth. 'God.' He had definitely felt that. He hadn't anticipated any of this. For her to be so open and willing to be with him like this. It was going to be difficult. 'Man, I need to tell her...'
He had to stop this. No matter how much he was enjoying every bit of it, and wanted it to continue. She started to suck on his lip. He felt himself get weak in the knees. Desperately, he wanted it to continue. He knew he couldn't go on without telling her. He had to come clean no matter how she would react. With great difficulty, he pulled himself away from the eager sorceress. He needed to say it to her. Before he lost his nerve.
Pale eyelids shot open in confusion as she searched for him.
"Wait, Raven... I don't think we should continue this if I'm not honest with you. I-um, have to tell you something." his gruff voice spilled out.
"Okay..." she replied softly.
He cleared his throat. "Lately I-"
The telepathic teen looked on while silently appraising him. It tough enough trying to word this right without an audience. Let alone one that could read his mind.
"I-think that we should..." he tried again. A green gloved hand carved a path through his spiked hair.
She was still observing him. Slowly watching him drown.
"I-I guess, I feel like maybe I might want-"
"More?" she finished.
"Yes!" he cried. "How did you..."
"I'm an empath, Robin," she said simply. Of course. In addition to the healing, mind-reading, and telekinesis, she could read his emotions. Was there anything she couldn't do?
"So do you...maybe want to?"
She nodded. "Mmhm."
He sighed. He reached over and held her in arms. They were silent for a few moments. This was everything he ever wanted. Would this be okay? For him to do this with her? He didn't even know what they were.
"Can we do this? Is this okay for you-for us?" Maybe they didn't have to define things.
At least, not yet.
"We can...go slow...see where this takes us?" she replied. "Whatever this is...this thing we're doing...I-I'm not ready for this to end quite yet." She was leaning back to look at him anxiously waiting for a response.
"That is more than I could ask for from you. I really want this."
"I... want this too." Raven sounded hopeful. His hopeful little bird.
He placed his chin on her amethyst strands. The former sidekick had to marvel at how well they fit together. It was unbelievable, how well she fit into his arms. He was content just to hold her at times.
"Raven, I want to you to know that you can stop this anytime you like. If you are uncomfortable... Any reason at all..."
She blushed and nodded, forgetting her head was under his chin.
"All this time..." murmuring against her neck, he inhaled deeply. "I wanted to get past this threshold..."
"Do you know, how hard it is to leave you at night?"
"I...mmmf..." a muffled noise escaped her throat, as he stroked her mouth with his own.
"You're pretty hard to resist..." She blushed deeply at this.
"Rob-Richard, I wanted you to come inside many times... I was just afraid," the cloaked girl admitted.
"Afraid of-me? Why?"
"I thought you would reject me if I showed you my world."
That was the thing about her. There were always so many barriers with Raven. Her hood, her emotions, the door to her room to name a few. She was hardly an open book and that was putting it mildly. Every time he managed to break one barrier down, there were still several more. But it didn't deter him. It was all worth it.
"I know. You were hurt before. But I would never reject you...I wish you had showed me this sooner."
He thought of Malchior. And even Beast Boy. It only made sense that she was scared.
"I've always been reluctant to show this part of me. But if I had known that, I might have..."
"You'd be surprised what could happen if you trust me."
"I do-trust you." She offered him another tiny smile.
"Good. I'm glad. If we do want this to go further we have to trust each other."
"Yes...we do," she agreed.
And he was going to show her what this could look like. The two of them trusting each other... Exploring each other... He reached down and placed an aching kiss on those soft lips. She kissed him back slowly. Then holding her neck, he pushed their mouths together harder. She let out a small squeak of surprise.
"You have no idea how hard it's been to stay away from you all week." He inched closer to her. "I felt like I was going crazy."
Pulling her leotard further from her neck, he traced his fingers along the column of her alabaster skin, then with his lips and tongue. And she was oh so receptive to his touches. The skin reddened as he nibbled, and then bit the soft flesh. He wanted her thinking of him when she saw that mark in the morning. Thinking of his hands and his mouth on her body.
She gasped. "M-more." His eyes widened at this. Really?
More?
It was surprising how willing she was to explore with him. She was still so new to this. They were still so new to this, and he wanted to take it slow. To make sure she enjoyed each and every second. And to be sure that he could really savor his time with her. But it was difficult. Touching her drove him crazy like nothing else had before. He ran his hands down her arms slowly. Clasping her small hands briefly as he went. Giving them a reassuring squeeze. Then gradually, he traced the length of her back, and skimmed over her hips. The smell of her skin. Her sighs of encouragement urged him on. He caressed the sides her abdomen. Running fingers up and down her small waist. Over and over. She let out a beautiful moan.
"I missed you..." the half-demon admitted breathlessly. "I-I like being with you."
It was everything he wanted to hear. Just when he thought the moment couldn't get more perfect.
She said nervously, "And I'd like to...touch you-too." His eyes darkened as he heard the words coming from those sweet, pink lips. Was she for real? It was almost too much. He nodded. Unsure of his voice at the moment.
She took great care to touch him. Pale fingers carved a path through his hair. She continued, grazing him tentatively at first. Brushing him lightly. Touching his face so softly. He kissed her hands. Her cheeks burned. He knew this was pretty adventurous for her. She could have stopped at any moment, and he would have been more than content. But she continued slowly. She stroked the ink-colored tendrils on his neck. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to her. Her hands were taking their time, exploring the muscles and planes of his back. Mimicking his movements earlier, she reached for his arms. She was biting her lip as she caressed his chest. He could barely keep himself still as she meticulously memorized the surface of his hard torso through his shirt. He could tell she was enjoying herself. And perhaps she liked what she felt. But he had to continue to be a gentleman.
He grabbed her hands to still them. That was enough.
For now.
He kissed her deeply, feverishly. The vigilante drowned himself in the warmth of her mouth. That delectable combination of bergamot and chamomile and honey that was on her lips. He could never smell her herbal tea and not think of her. He ran his fingers through her violet hair. His heart was pounding after the way she touched him. And he felt like he was on fire. He gripped her waist, but this time tighter. He took his time, alternating between capturing her lips and sucking on her neck, and now her ear. Making her melt in his arms. He couldn't believe this-this powerful woman, capable of destroying worlds on a whim, was allowing him to hold her and touch her like this.
That she let him in her room. Her private space that she never shared-with anyone. He was standing in Raven's room. Kissing her.
And he loved every single second of it.
End Flashback
It was almost painful to be here in this room. With all those memories. Ghosts of the past looming in the air. But those were simpler times. That wasn't what she needed from him now. Right now he had to be strong for her. For both their sakes.
They would find a way to get through this-together.
He could feel her body shifting against him. Perhaps she was restless and lost in her thoughts.
"Robin...?"
"Yeah, Raven?"
"I can't sleep...you?"
"Not really..."
She paused, "I think I need to sleep in my own bed... Will you, take me to my room?"
And so it began. History repeating itself.
Thank you for reading and for all the extremely kind reviews from last time! I'm on such a caffeine high! Chapter 10 is in the works! In the meantime, I have other stories published. Feel free to check them out on my profile! And as always feel free to write a review, questions, comments or concerns! Also, check out my fanfiction.net profile for more content: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1747392/Shewhowillnotbenamed1
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