A/N: This is just a random idea I had for an AU with Raven and Robin. I've been spending my time in the library studying for the upcoming finals and I guess this just sprouted out of that. The set up is an AU, obviously, in which Raven is the head librarian of a strange, ancient library and Robin is a lone, wandering knight seeking her help in a quest to defeat the mystical villain known as Slade. It will be updated based on how much spare time I can actually spare from the rest of my life and projects. (and yes, it will be RobxRae). The other titans will show up eventually. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Um...

Raven: Azarath-

Me: I don't own any Teen Titans anything. Except this plot. This plot is mine. All mine. :P

In the darkened, dusty corridors, Raven calmly glided down the shadowy walkways, her face buried in a book, her gold-rimmed glasses perched atop her pale nose. The adventures within the pages were more than interesting and it showed in the sudden spell of vigor that surrounded her.

For everywhere that the purple-haired girl set foot, the dust and the gloom was swept away to a tidy, clean openness of a few shades brighter.

It was the daily walk. The usual cleaning ritual, a way for her to keep stock of the books and to be sure that everything was in a proper working order.

Not that there were actual patrons in the Library of the Ravens, but sometimes it didn't hurt to check. Raven found the establishment to be more than just her namesake. It was a wonderful treasure trove of all the most brilliant writings history had dared to produce. All kinds of stories and histories from everywhere.

It was more than just a privilege to be the head librarian, it was more than a mere honor. Raven snapped the book shut with a satisfactory smile. There was a lingering touch of pleasure on her thin, white face as she turned just enough to see over her shoulder and take into accordance the newly cleaned walkway. The book had been good and section E-5 of the library had gotten a more detailed cleaning than the rest of it.

Trotting quickly down the remaining shelves for that floor, Raven tucked the book under her arm. She knew just the one she wanted to read next. Instead of seeing the duty as a chore, she was more than fascinated by the sheer power of the knowledge that lay within the written tomes she guarded. It was said that every head librarian of the Raven Library would have to read every single work within its wall both past and present.

Raven saw it as a delicious challenge that grew more enjoyable every day. She was learning all sorts of things from the weathered, wrinkled pages and there was little to naught that she desired of the outside world. The Library was her home, her life and that was more than enough.

The outside world and all of its hassles were exactly that—hassles. Once a month, on the middle day of the third week, she would open the precious, golden doors for a mere ten hours. Those that were found worthy by the golden scales of judgment were admitted into the ancient halls and Raven would spend her day watching them all from the central pillar that held the elevator.

She was careful when answering questions and careful when ushering them out. Each day she recalled always seemed to be more difficult than the last and there were more frivolous questions than serious ones. Some days, Raven wondered if the scales were tired of judging, but it was not in her place to say so, so she never complained.

It was easier to simply pretend that there was nothing to worry about except for the questions asked of her. The more she thought of it though, the more the darkened empath was glad, for the lack of serious questions meant that she did not have to exert herself or her powers in utilizing the more serious aspects of her precious home.

The Library of the Raven was more legend than the folklore had let on and Raven was content for it to stay that way. She was always relieved at the end of the day to find that there were none who knew of its secrets and none that truly believed what they had heard anyway.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" The time-honored words flowed easily from her lips and she blurred down to the next floors, zipping between the bookshelves with a speed uncharted. It was easily and it was painless. She finished the weekly cleaning ritual and took stock of the collected dirt when she was finished.

A sneeze punctuated the silence and Raven dipped her head in apology to the old library. She liked the silence. It meant that she could hear herself think. Taking the book from under her arm, she spun a portal at her fingertips to 'port over to the correct shelf. Replacing it where it belonged, she skipped across to the other aisle and snatched up the first volume, standing on tip-toe to reach it.

Cracking the book open, she pressed her face to the pages and breathed along the spine. The familiar musty scent swirled around her, bringing a pleased sound from the back of her throat. Tucking it under her arm, the little head librarian scurried to the center of the floor and then squinted up at the very ceiling of the domed library. Granted, it was more of a giant stone castle with an even larger tower protruding from its center, but it was still home to her.

And at that moment, home was the lovely turret view from the top parapet where Raven promptly transported herself. There, she could look out the window at the people scurrying around and when she tired of watching the tiny, colorful specks, she'd take out her book and find a piece of fruit to munch on while she read, sitting on the broad windowsill.

At least, that's what she intended to do.

Raven couldn't quite piece it together later, when she tried to recall everything that led up to that Event. It was simply too much. She only knew that she was calculating the necessary points for her transportation portal and jut as she was about to focus her center, the wall between level 3, shelves G-through-H, exploded.

Her powers flared deeply and she felt a distinct pang in her chest before she 'ported directly over to the rubble. Climbing out of the thick brown stone, surrounded by smoldering books, was the strangest and youngest knight she could ever recall.

He wore no helmet, his armor was a strange mixture of black and green, with a red breastplate and foreign emblem, a rich, silken cape of gold spilled from the fasteners at his shoulders and a head full of spikey black hair was covered in debris. He tried to stand and failed miserably—twice.

Raven swallowed both times before she finally found her voice. "I hope you know the penalty for that."

The spikey head jerked around and a pair of bright, quivering blue eyes fixed straight on her as his face—bruised and dust-covered—broke into a wide grin. "Terribly sorry, Miss, but I'm afraid I don't."

It was at that precise moment, Raven wondered if she was dreaming.

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