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robin_ravenTitle: No Fool
Rating: PG-13 (for Raven's potty mouth)
Series: Animated Series
Prompt: Theme:SONGFIC (1000 Words by Sweetbox) from this week
Summary: [1000 words by sweetbox] For a long time, she had not known how to reciprocate everything he had done for her. Eventually, she realized that he didn't want reciprocation.
"Thought I often say I can't forget
I still relive that day
You've been with me all the way
I still hear you say"
Her distaste for lying in general never seemed to extend to him. Usually anger would rear its ugly head, but as Robin headed out yet again to search the night for Slade, she found it wasn't anger that plagued her. For the first time in most of her life, she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. For herself, for him, for them.
Every step of her path, she could remember Robin helping her, dragging her, baiting her through. He had always known exactly how to get her to move on even when she desperately did not want to. She remembered his face smiling at her, encouraging her, in her darkest hour. For a long time, she had not known how to reciprocate everything he had done for her.
Eventually, she realized that he didn't want reciprocation. He wasn't looking for someone to help him with his demons; the perfectionist was more of a loner than Raven could ever aspire to be. When she tried to help, he blew up at her. When she fought beside him against Slade, he was sure she would fuck it up somehow.
He did not begrudge her the time he'd fought beside Slade for her, but he would not allow her to fight beside him against Slade. It hurt, she would never admit, that he didn't trust her abilities.
Once she'd thought that maybe that wasn't it, maybe he was concerned for her. But that was wishful thinking. He may be concerned for her but everything faded away in light of his obsession, his addiction. Robin was an addict like any other, but his addiction could only be fed by one twisted, sadistic, old man who was too happy to oblige.
Raven hated Slade for that more than anything.
This time as Robin shot away from the Tower on the back of his bike, Raven put the last things she valued into a box and used her magic to lift each of them up. She was moving back down the hall to her own room. Perhaps once Slade was dead, long dead, dead even in Robin's mind, they could try this again.
Rating: PG-13 (for Raven's potty mouth)
Series: Animated Series
Prompt: Theme:SONGFIC (1000 Words by Sweetbox) from this week
Summary: [1000 words by sweetbox] For a long time, she had not known how to reciprocate everything he had done for her. Eventually, she realized that he didn't want reciprocation.
"Thought I often say I can't forget
I still relive that day
You've been with me all the way
I still hear you say"
Her distaste for lying in general never seemed to extend to him. Usually anger would rear its ugly head, but as Robin headed out yet again to search the night for Slade, she found it wasn't anger that plagued her. For the first time in most of her life, she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. For herself, for him, for them.
Every step of her path, she could remember Robin helping her, dragging her, baiting her through. He had always known exactly how to get her to move on even when she desperately did not want to. She remembered his face smiling at her, encouraging her, in her darkest hour. For a long time, she had not known how to reciprocate everything he had done for her.
Eventually, she realized that he didn't want reciprocation. He wasn't looking for someone to help him with his demons; the perfectionist was more of a loner than Raven could ever aspire to be. When she tried to help, he blew up at her. When she fought beside him against Slade, he was sure she would fuck it up somehow.
He did not begrudge her the time he'd fought beside Slade for her, but he would not allow her to fight beside him against Slade. It hurt, she would never admit, that he didn't trust her abilities.
Once she'd thought that maybe that wasn't it, maybe he was concerned for her. But that was wishful thinking. He may be concerned for her but everything faded away in light of his obsession, his addiction. Robin was an addict like any other, but his addiction could only be fed by one twisted, sadistic, old man who was too happy to oblige.
Raven hated Slade for that more than anything.
This time as Robin shot away from the Tower on the back of his bike, Raven put the last things she valued into a box and used her magic to lift each of them up. She was moving back down the hall to her own room. Perhaps once Slade was dead, long dead, dead even in Robin's mind, they could try this again.
