Apparently, Red wasn't going to open the door anytime soon. After several minutes of continuous effort, Raven managed to force open the pod's hatch. Pride hadn't really designed the machine to be easily opened from the inside. If Pride had succeeded, then he wouldn't have had any need to open it. Thus, opening the pod from the inside was similar to trying to unlock a door without a key.

Raven sat up coughing, a cloud of steam billowing out of the pod and concealing the room in a grayish haze. Raven gripped the side of the pod, trying to pull herself out of the machine. Immediately she jerked her hand back, biting her lip to keep from yelping. The metal was searing hot, almost melting from overheating. Raven stood up within the cockpit, trying her best not to come in contact with any of the metal. She managed a less-than-graceful hop out of the pod, stumbling upon hitting the ground and almost landing face-first in a flaming pile of wreckage.

After regaining her balance, Raven glanced around the room. The first thing she noticed was Robin lying facedown on the floor. A few feet behind him, Red was pinning Pride to the ground, using a section of lead pipe to keep the struggling Pride facedown on the Tower floor. Pride's various curses were muffled, but Raven could guess that he wasn't complimenting anyone nearby.

Raven hurried towards Robin, who was still lying motionless. Red glanced over, noticing Raven for the first time. "Relax, Robin is-"

Red was cut off as Pride released another searing wave of heat, melting the tip of the lead pipe pinned against his face. Red immediately covered his face with one arm to keep himself from being scorched. Meanwhile, Raven pressed her fingers against Robin's neck. Good, he still had a pulse. Rolling him over onto his back, Raven quickly checked for breathing. Okay, he was still breathing. After a quick visual inspection, Raven couldn't see any prominent injuries. Well, no newer ones, anyway. For all intents and purposes, Robin seemed perfectly fine. There was no apparent reason he was unconscious.

Suddenly, Robin's body shuddered for a moment, and Robin snored loudly, almost comically. Raven stood up, both amazed and annoyed. "He's asleep?!"

Red nodded, looking irritated. "I was watching your progress on the SV. As soon as Robin's physical body passed out, birdboy here chose to take a nap. Just hit the ground without warning. Surprised Pride as much as me. That was lucky, or else I wouldn't have had time to pin him down."

Pride shouted another round of muffled cusses, struggling against Red, who leaned casually on the lead pipe as if it were a walking stick. "Great job, by the way," Red added, grinning at Raven. "Fifteen seconds and you completely destroyed Pride's plans. That's a new record."

Raven nodded, only half-listening. She glanced back down at the dormant Robin, then back at the destroyed room around them. Red was still droning on about something or other, but his voice sort of faded into the background. Before entering Robin's mind, Raven had believed that the occupants of her mind had the capability to be active threats. Looking back now, Raven realized most of them were simply irritating, composed of mainly resident who just preferred to stay out of each other's way. Robin's mind always seemed to be engaged in constant warfare. Destructive riots led by Wrath, civil wars between Red and Pride, and ever-present struggles for power. And, despite all that, Robin was almost always calm and logical, despite the ever-raging chaos trapped within his mind. Raven wasn't sure if she was more impressed or stunned that Robin hadn't gone off the deep end yet.

"You know, I might actually live in this place," Red said, surveying the burning room like a contractor would examine a "fixer-upper". "I mean, it has a great view, a great SV set, and the icing on the cake, a direct hot-wire into Robin's consciousness."

That last statement caused Raven's head to snap back towards Red. She marched across the wreckage of the room until she was inches away from Red. "You will never, never use this machine. You are going to destroy it as me and Robin get out of here. Do you understand me?" Raven's voice was completely emotionless and calm, but still somehow threatening enough to shake you to your core.

Red nodded, leaning farther the pipe pressing into Pride's back. Pride shouted in pain as his shoulder dislocated, but Red didn't seem to notice. "Gotcha. No hijacking. Just a pile of dynamite stuffed underneath the machine. Crystal clear."

There was a loud THUMP against the Tower door. At first Raven thought it was another piece of rubble crashing to the ground, but then it repeated, louder this time. It sounded like someone was trying to use a battering ram to force open the door. Finally, there was a crunch of metal as the door was forced out of shape, forming a large L. Through the opening rolled Classic, Nightwing, Gi and Grayson, all fully healed and clutching their weapons tightly, ready for a brawl.

Red let out a long, slow whistle. "Great, reinforcements. Fifteen minutes after we needed them. You guys are great, really."

The Guardians glanced around at the wreckage, then at the pinned-down Pride, who was still flailing wildly on the ground underneath Red. Slowly the four shifted out of battle positions, looking sheepish. Raven noticed that Gi's knife-sheath forehead had been healed, along with the various injuries Nightwing and Grayson had collected. Classic, however, was still a mass of bruises and gashes, his uniform torn and burned in a dozen places and his staff almost in two pieces.

Classic noticed Raven surveying his injuries. "Emerald didn't notice his side was losing the war until after the Reset passed," he explained flatly, as if he was giving a damage report from the end of a battle. "He didn't realize he was on the losing side until he saw Wrath plummeting past a nearby window. He fled after that. Didn't want to have to deal with the aftermath."

Red swore under his breath. "That coward. I had made a bet with Red-X. Twenty bucks on Emerald kicking Classic's butt."

As if on cue, Red-X materialized behind Red, drawing a twenty-dollar bill from Red's belt as he did. "Thank you very much. By the way, I did a quick search of the building. Looks like Sloth and Glutton scrammed, along with most of the Turmoils. The Tower's practically empty. That leaves only three SDS to deal with."

Red was nodding along until he heard the last part of the statement. Then his eyes bulged. "Whoa. Whoa whoa WHOA! I was on the good guy's side this time. Raven can vouch for me. Right?"

Red gave Raven a pleading look. Before Raven could say or do anything, Classic whipped out a bloodstained pocket notebook, flipping through the pages.

"Let's see," Classic began, scanning the pages, "Illegal possession of weapons falling under 'superweapon level 2' category, working with known criminal Red-X, temporary allegiance to Pride, and two cases of non-Turmoil murder. That's worth at least a year in Blackgate."

Red's joaw dropped. "A year?! 52 weeks? 365 days?"

Classic shut his notebook, his face still expressionless. "Thank you for defining the word ITALICS year STOP for us, Red. Oh, and Red-X, you are also-"

Glancing up from his notebook, Classic just had enough time to see Red-X dematerialize, making a rude finger gesture as he did so.

"Great," Classic sighed, not even surprised. "Now there's only Red."

"Hold on a moment," Raven interrupted. "Red also stopped several murder attempts, he wasn't consenting to Pride's influence, and he helped save Robin's mind, thereby saving every occupant of his mind. Surely that balances out the charges?"

Red mouthed a silent thanks to Raven. Classic's face was still stone-cold. The other three Guardians looked back at him, awaiting his final decision.

"C'mon, boss," Gi added, his voice quiet. "Raven did save our butts a couple of times. We kind of owe her."

"When we faced Emerald, when Wrath pulled out his assault rifle, saving Robin's mind," Grayson rattled off events quietly, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. Nightwing nodded silently, a quiet agreement.

Classic's expression remained stone-cold. Then he glanced back at his team, and his expression softened slightly. "Fine, Red won't be arrested," Classic sighed, turning back to Raven, Red, and the snoring Robin. "But he has to figure out what to do with Pride and Wrath. I'm too tired for this."

With that, Classic turned, surveyed the room until he found a patch that wasn't smoldering, and crashed down there, falling asleep before he even hit the ground.

Gi chuckled. "A half-hour slugfest with Emerald. To be honest, I'm surprised he lasted this long before losing consciousness."

The three Guardians turned to Red, awaiting orders. Red glanced uncomfortably at Raven, his expression an I wasn't expecting this frown. Then he turned back to the Guardians.

"Okay, well, Grayson, you head down to street level. Wrath is sidewalk paste right now. Just peel him off and bring him to Blackgate prison before he heals. The usual cell."

Grayson began grumbling as he walked out the door. Raven couldn't blame him. The prospect of scraping Wrath off of the pavement was not a pleasant idea.

Red turned to Raven. "Um, Raven, can you make the other two fireproof? Just being near Pride is nearly setting my pants on fire."

Raven nodded. Facing Nightwing and Gi, Raven made a quick incantation, using the bare minimum of magic. She needed to save as much as possible for the portal home. Black energy encased Nightwing and Gi, settling into their skin until their bodies were entirely dyed black. Nightwing and Gi approached Pride carefully, still not completely at ease.

"On the count of three," Red muttered, gripping the lead pipe tightly. "One… ah, screw it THREE!"

Red heaved the pipe off of Pride's back. Nightwing and Gi dove in, snatching Pride's arms and pulling him to his feet. Pride gasped for air, his skin still glowing white-hot. He shouted incomprehensibly, struggling against Nightwing and Gi with enough force that they had to dig their heels into piles of wreckage to hold him back.

"Where are we taking him?" Gi managed, groaning from the effort of keeping Pride at bay. "We can take him to Blackgate. There are still plenty of cells there."

"No," Red replied flatly, his face growing as stony as Classic's had been. "Take him to Arkham."

Both of Pride's restrainers froze. Even Pride stopped struggling for a moment. "What?" Pride managed, his voice dry and raspy.

Red ignored Pride, his attention still on Nightwing and Gi. "Put him in solitary. Give him… give him the clown's cell."

Both Nightwing and Gi seemed nervous about this. "Ah, Red?" Gi asked hesitantly. "Are you sure? Our Arkham only has two other occupants. We never even considered putting them in that cell."

"You heard me," Red said, his voice still stony cold. Raven was surprised. Red was never this serious, and apparently the cell in question was the worst punishment possible in Robin's mind. Raven wasn't sure what it was, but, judging by how hesitant Gi and Nightwing were acting, it was not exactly a five-star hotel suite.

"No…" Pride muttered, his voice almost inaudible. Then he began struggling like a caged animal, causing his captors to strain themselves to keep him at bay. "NO!" Pride howled. "No, you can't lock me in there with them! Not with them! No!"

Red's expression never wavered. "Take him away."

Gi and Nightwing began to work their way towards the door, muscles bulging with effort, but it was a lost cause. Pride's fighting was practically suicidal, slamming himself into various piles of wreckage to keep the Guardians from pulling him away. He was tearing himself apart, but he didn't seem to notice or care.

"No!" Pride howled again. He looked up, making eye contact with Red. "Red, you can't lock me in there with them! You can't! Red, please! Don't send me in there with them. Red, I'm begging you!"

Raven couldn't decide if Pride was horrifying or pitiful. Pride was desperate, turning to his worst enemy, Red, the boy he had been at war with for years, and was looking for mercy. Raven knew she should stay out of it. Whatever would happen was between them and them alone.

Red's face was as hard as granite. Turning around, he walked over to a nearby pile of wreckage and began digging through it. Everyone stared at him, confused. After a minute, Red stood up, clutching a piece of metal in his hand. Turning around, he pointed the half-melted Sig Sauer directly at Pride's forehead. Before anyone could react, the gun cracked like thunder and Pride's head snapped backwards, a burst of blood gushing from his forehead.

"There," Red said coldly, watching Pride's head flop forewords. "That should make it easier to bring him in."

Nightwing and Gi stared at Red for a second, still hesitant.

"You heard me!" Red roared, throwing the gun into a nearby pile of rubble. "Just go, okay?!"

Red's voice cracked in the middle of the order, but Nightwing and Gi hadn't noticed. They were already out the door, dragging Pride's corpse with them.

Red took a deep breath, not looking at Raven. "You know, up until a few days ago, I was ready to make peace with Pride," Red said quietly, his voice quiet. "I thought the Cold War had gone on long enough, and I was sure Pride was sick of it, too. In the end, though, Pride changed. I don't know why, but he snapped. He was ready to end the war one day, and then, for some reason only he knows, he tried to kill Robin. Whatever's going on in that head of his, whatever changed him into a…" Red took a deep breath, still not making eye contact. "Well, I just hope it never gets out of Arkham."

Raven decided not to reply to that. Instead, she just gripped Robin's wrist and began mumbling enchantments, forming a dark spiral around the two of them. Forming a portal out of Robin's mind would be relatively easy, compared to breaking into Robin's mind. It still would require a truckload of magic, though.

"Azarath…" Raven mumbled, allowing magic to flow out of her, "Metrion… ZINTHOS!"

The dark spiral forming around Raven burst upwards with a tidal wave of magic, forming thick black bars of energy around its occupants, a jailhouse of energy. A foot above Raven's head, the air began to swirl with energy, quickly forming a rapidly-spinning whirlpool of magic. The portal sucked hungrily at the occupants of the energy cage, snatching random pieces of debris from the ground and pulling it into the swirling vortex. Robin muttered something in his sleep, his uniform getting sucked upwards, as if resting on a fan. Raven's cloak billowed upwards, the edges dancing inches from the portal. Raven looked back up at Red, who, though mere inches from the energy cage, was still staring out the door, as if he could still see Pride being dragged away to Arkham Asylum.

"Red!" Raven called out, almost shouting to make her voice heard over the cacophony of the vortex. "Thank you. We couldn't have saved Robin without your help. I owe you."

Red turned around, a slight grin returning to his face. "Hey, I promised that I'd protect you. No thanks necessary. But feel free to keep thanking me, I don't mind."

Red's face grew somber. "But Raven, a bit of advice. No matter what happens, promise me this."

Red walked forward until his face was only inches from the bars of the cage. "Don't come back. You will be killed. You won't come back out alive."

Raven nodded. To be honest, she was particularly planning on coming back. Gripping Robin tightly, Raven leapt up towards the churning vortex, allowing it to pull the pair in.

"Oh, and watch out for the vortex sharks!" Red called up through the portal. "Robin's mental security system just installed them! They're not very friendly, trust me!"

Vortex sharks. Ravens shook her head as she and Robin shot like runaway rockets up through the portal. Red always chose stupid things to joke about.

A dark shape whipped by Raven's peripheral vision. Raven swallowed. Vortex sharks. She hoped Red was kidding.

Raven sat on her bed, scribbling in a dark purple notebook. After a few minutes, she put her pencil down and recounted. The results were satisfactory. Seven hundred and sixty four days. Just to be sure, she triple-checked the figures, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything or added anything twice. She hadn't. Seven hundred and sixty four days, and that was being generous to Robin.

Raven laughed under her breath. Cyborg had developed this system of blackmail years ago, after one of the particularly devastating prank wars between him and Beast Boy. Relatively small blackmails, such as the possibility of showing Robin some pictures of Beast Boy "borrowing" one of his utility belts, were only worth about twenty-four hours worth of miscellaneous favors and chores. Larger blackmails, such as threatening to reveal Beast Boy's exact location to an angry Raven after a badly timed prank went awry, could be worth up to a week of indentured servitude. This system had proven very lucrative for Cyborg, and, although she didn't like to admit it, Raven often found use for it as well. Especially after the chaotic events in Robin's mind.

Seven hundred and sixty four days worth of blackmail. Two solid years of manipulating Robin, or else the exact details of what was in his mind would be made freely available to the Titans. Red alone had been worth about a year. And Raven was being generous. God forbid she ever feel cruel one day or another, or she could stretch out the blackmail for half a decade.

Raven glanced at the antique clock on her wall. It was five minutes past three. Exactly three days since they had escaped the hell in Robin's mind. She hadn't seen Robin since they warped out of there. The other three Titans had immediately locked him in the "Psycho-Chair", deciding not to chance another suicide attempt. Raven couldn't particularly blame them. "Robin", or more accurately, Robin's body, had attempted to commit suicide twice in a row, the second time including attacks on the other three Titans. Raven had done her best to explain the events that had occurred in Robin's mind, but it wasn't enough to deter the Titans from putting Robin in quarantine. Still, three continuous days in solitary confinement seemed a little excessive.

Raven fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Immediately her shoulder screamed with pain, and Raven adjusted her position to relieve it of some pressure. Raven mumbled a few choice curse words at Wrath. A blasted-open shoulder was never recommended by any doctor, even with miraculous, instantaneous healing immediately afterwards. The pain had lingered for days, like a balloon inflating inside her shoulder. At first Raven had assumed, while in Robin's mind, the "Reset", or whatever Robin had called it, had simply sealed the wound, trapping the bullet in her shoulder. That may actually be what happened, but the pain remained even after leaving Robin's mind. Raven's best guess was that it was a kind of phantom pain, one that lingers long after the injury has been healed. There were two condolences for the irritation, though. The first of which was that the pain seemed to be fading, as if her body was rebuilding whatever was lost inside Robin's mind. The second condolence was seeing Wrath splattered across the concrete.

There was a knock on the door. Raven briefly considered ignoring it. Then again, she had locked herself in her room for almost three straight days. Answering the door would only take a few seconds, and it would let the Titans know that she was still alive.

Whoever was at the door was really determined to talk to Raven. The knocking on the door became a drumroll, the beat accelerating until it was almost like the constant chatter of a machine gun. Raven sighed, tossing her notebook onto her bed and getting to her feet. She punched a button next to the door, and it slid open with a mechanical whoosh.

Robin stood in the doorway, his fist inches away from Raven's face, as if he was about to knock on her forehead. He quickly pulled his hand back down, grinning sheepishly. "Uh, hi."

Raven looked back at him, her face still perfectly neutral. "Hello."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Robin shifted his weight from foot to foot, as if he still wasn't used to being back in his own body. Raven was considering closing the door again and going back into her room when Robin spoke up again.

"It's been a few days since I saw you. You, ah, still feeling okay?"

Raven shrugged, her face still passive. "I'm fine. How bad was solitary confinement?"

Robin shrugged back, gesturing towards his ankle. Glancing down, Raven noticed a thick steel tracking device locked around Robin's ankle, its red and green lights blinking slowly. "I have to wear this until Friday. The rest of the Titans aren't exactly that trusting right now. I can't imagine why."

Raven allowed herself a small grin. "Well, at least they let you out of confinement."

A crocodile grin spread across Robin's face. "Actually..."

Sirens began to wail throughout the tower, red floodlights flashing wildly. Robin's tracking device began flashing red, screaming like a banshee. Robin immediately spun a wrench out of his belt and smacked the device, temporarily silencing it.

Robin glanced around, chuckling slightly under his breath. "Do you mind if I come in? It's just a bit too loud out here."

Raven was almost tempted to slam the door shut, leaving Robin at the mercy of the other Titans. To be honest, that would probably be the logical course of action. Recently, however, logic seemed to have been thrown out the window.

Raven sighed, stepping aside. "Fine. Just make it quick."

Robin grinned, slipping into the bedroom. "The lady is most generous to me."

Raven was midway through closing the door when she froze. Then she whirled around, clutching her forehead as if she had suddenly developed a massive headache. "Oh, you've got to be joking," Raven groaned. She glared at Robin, who was still grinning confidently. "Red, is that you in there?"

Red grinned, running his hand through his hair. "The one and only."

Raven turned back around and closed the door completely, muttering curses under her breath. "You promised that you would destroy the machine."

Red held his hands up in defense. "I will, I will. I just really wanted to try it out first. You can't just destroy such a cool toy without taking it out for a test drive."

Raven glared at him. "You're going to get Robin in an incredible amount of trouble."

Red snorted. "Really? After two separate suicide attempts, you think Robin's going to be that worried about this?" Red made an exaggerated pout, sitting down on Raven's bed. "Besides, I thought you'd be happy to see me, Rae."

Raven shook her head with bewilderment. "In what universe would I be glad to see you?"

Red shrugged. "Who wouldn't be glad to see me?"

Raven gave Red a skeptical look. Red sighed. "Okay, maybe a lot of people. But seriously, Raven, I just wanted to talk."

Raven gave him yet another skeptical look. "Really? You just feel like talking?"

Red grinned. "Well, we can start by talking. Then we'll see how things develop."

Raven clutched her forehead. "You're such an imbecile."

Red shrugged. "I've been called worse. Besides, you let me into your bedroom. That alone sends all kinds of signals."

Raven glared at him. "There aren't any 'signals'. You pretended to be Robin."

Red grinned. "Oh, so what you're saying is that you would be sending these signals to Robin?"

Raven glared at him. "Shut up."

Red grinned again, shrugging. "Well, I have Robin's body and..." Red pulled an old-fashioned pocket watch out of Robin's utility belt, checking the time quickly. "... I have a few more minutes of power. So if you want, we can… you know…"

Raven felt as if her face was going to freeze into a continuous glare. "You can't take a hint, can you?"

"Nope!" Red replied proudly. "It makes life more fun this way."

Raven turned back to the door. "You know, I might let the Titans find you after all."

Red jumped to his feet, running after Raven. "Please don't tell the Titans! Solitary confinement is so boring. If Robin spends one more day in there, I'm going to kill myself."

Raven raised an eyebrow at Red, who grinned sheepishly. "What, too soon?"

Raven sighed. "You know, Robin would get out of solitary confinement a lot sooner if you didn't just keep giving more reasons to keep him locked up."

Red rolled his eyes up into his skull and allowed his mouth to drop open, making a brain-dead expression. "Yes, that makes perfect sense. Lock Robin in a room for days on end and he won't come out any more messed up. Glad to see the prevailing logic."

Raven shook her head, chuckling under her breath in spite of herself. "You're really annoying, you know that?"

Red shrugged, returning to his normal lopsided grin. "What can I say? It's a gift."

Red fell backwards onto Raven's bed, almost clocking his head on the backboard. "Anyway, I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to talk. There was something I wanted to ask."

Raven sat down on the bed next to Red, though still keeping her distance. "Is it yet another lame, inappropriate joke?"

Red put on a fake offended expression, sitting bolt upright. "Me?! Inappropriate jokes?! You're crazy, Raven. You should know me better by now."

A sly smile spread across Red's face. "I'm either making a lame joke or I'm being inappropriate. There's no overlap."

Raven shook her head, laughing. "You have got to be the Robin that is least like the original, no contest."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Red muttered under his breath. Suddenly the tracker clipped to Red's ankle began to flash wildly and an air-raid siren began to blare out of its tinny speakers. Whipping out Robin's staff, Red began bludgeoning on the tracker until it was temporarily silenced. Red casually got to his feet, stretching. "Well," he said, louder this time, "I better get back to quarantine before the Titans spread the alarm across the entire city."

Raven nodded. "That's a good idea. You should have thought about it about, I don't know, ten minutes ago."

Red laughed, shaking his head. "Wow, Robin's mind changed you. Normally you'd have turned me in by now."

"I'm still considering it," Raven admitted. As Red turned to leave, Raven remembered something. "Wait a second, wasn't there something you wanted to ask me?"

Red stopped at the door. Turning around, he made a big show of slapping his forehead, an over-exaggerated imitation of forgetfulness. "I knew there was something I forgot!" Red began ticking items off with his fingers, running through a mental checklist. "Break out of solitary confinement, find Raven's room, make lame joke, make semi-lame innuendos, make another lame joke, be sarcastic, make yet another lame joke… I totally forgot to ask."

Red immediately dropped to one knee, taking Raven's hand in his. "Raven, will you do me the honor…"

Raven slapped her forehead. "Oh, you've got to be joking."

Red smirked, bouncing back to his feet. "Gotcha! But seriously, I wanted to ask if you wanted… well, to go to the movies or something. Not with me, of course. I'm asking on Robin's behalf."

Raven raised her eyebrows, surprised. "What?"

Red shrugged. "You know Robin. He's not going to be able to ask you himself. The boy can take on an army without hesitation, but he's hopelessly incompetent at asking someone out himself. I'm helping him out here."

Raven gave him a suspicious look. "Let me guess; either this is an elaborate prank on both me and Robin, or you're just going to take over Robin's body again if I say yes."

Red shook his head, holding his hands up as if to show he wasn't holding a concealed weapon. "No tricks. Cross my heart. Maybe this Friday? There's a movie marathon running. Every film deemed a 'classic' made since the 1960s. A total butt-numb-a-thon. I'll let you pick which one to see. I'll make Robin pay for tickets."

Raven still looked at Red suspiciously. Red gave an exasperated sigh. "Wow, do I have to give an oath?" Red mimicked putting his hand on a bible. "I, the current inhabitant of Robin's body, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Raven cut Red off before he could finish.

Red shrugged, his hand dropping back to his side. "So… what do you say? Movies on Friday with Robin? You do kind of owe him for saving your life."

"I saved him a dozen times while in his mind," Raven pointed out.

Red shrugged again. "Okay, think of this as a reward. C'mon, Robin's paying."

Raven thought for a moment. Then she let out a deep breath of air. "Okay, I'll go. But if you try anything on Friday, even for a second…"

Red laughed. "I promise. Unless there is too good of an opportunity." Glancing over his shoulder, Red gestured towards the door. "I should probably scram. Don't want the city to go into lockdown because of me."

Raven smiled. "Wow. That actually sounded slightly responsible. Who are you and what have you done with Red?"

Chuckling, Red opened the door. The red floodlights were still flashing all across the tower, but at least the siren had been turned off. As an afterthought, Raven turned back to Red. "By the way, when do you time out? I'm not sure the rest of the Titans would be eager to meet you."

Red stared at Raven for a moment. Then a crocodile grin slowly spread across his face. "Oh, Red timed out just before knocking on your door."

Raven stared at him for a moment, uncomprehending. The boy shrugged, still grinning. "Thought I'd finish the job for him. Didn't do a bad job acting, did I?"

With that, Robin took off down the hallway, laughing. After a moment he rounded a corner and disappeared, leaving Raven standing in her doorway, still not completely sure what had just happened.

"Did Robin just ask me on a…date?" Raven said each word slowly and carefully, as if they were puzzle pieces she wasn't sure would fit together.

Turning back into her room, Raven's eyes rested on the purple notebook sitting on her bed. Walking over to it, Raven flipped through the pages until she found an blank page. Her pen hovered a millimeter over the paper, poised to begin writing again.

Raven took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. She shook her head in disbelief, laughing quietly, and put the pen aside.

Without a second thought, Raven tossed the notebook in the trash. Knowing Robin's luck, Friday night would probably be chaotic. There wouldn't be enough room in ten notebooks to fill in everything she would be able to blackmail Robin for.

And, ludicrously, Raven was looking forward to it.

(Note: I do not own Teen Titans) And so ends Delusions. A thousand thanks to everyone who read this, this story was so much more popular than I expected it to be. Thank you for stick with it despite the overextended periods between chapters, and I am very thankful to those who took the time to review. I really hope you enjoyed the story. It was a pleasure writing it.