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Five more chapters and fifty more stories to go before we're finished!

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41. Blue Was Her Favorite Color

Blue was her favorite color.

It had always been, for it was the color of her treasured cloak, the Pacific Ocean, and the sky.

But what really made her treasure it most was that it was the color of Robin's eyes.

42. The Song of a Bird

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, there were no villains to fight -

And a certain dark bird was singing.

Robin didn't know what song Raven was singing - not that he cared - but it was always beautiful to hear her sing. Though she had been thoroughly embarrassed when he had found out, she soon trusted him with her secret. And that was how mornings came to be - Robin sipping coffee while thumbing through a newspaper, Raven singing softly while brewing hot chamomile tea.

And frankly, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

43. You're Cute When You Pout

"You know, you're cute when you pout," Robin said.

Raven pouted, despite herself.

"You're cute when you do anything, you know."

Raven raised an eyebrow.

"Like that."

Raven reddened furiously, her mouth twitching in a half-smile.

44. A Soon-to-Be Sister

"Is mommy going to be okay?" seven-year-old Angela whispered to her father, gripping her clammy hand in his tightly.

"She is. The doctors have given her some medicine so it won't be painful for her."

"Umkay," Angela mumbled. "So does that mean my little sister will be here soon?"

"Yes," Richard said with a smile. "And soon enough, we'll get to see what she looks like."

"Will I get to play with her?"

"Soon enough," he replied, patting her gently on the back, "soon enough."

45. A Simple But Sweet Picture

"Raven?"

"Hm?" Raven looked up from her book and met Robin's masked eyes.

"I, um, found this last night." He held a single sheet of paper - which contained Raven's sketch of his very own likeness - in front of her face. "Just wanted to say, I really like it. It's...nice. You're actually a pretty good artist."

Raven tried to open her mouth to say "thanks", but the word would not form on her lips. Instead, she stared blankly at him, blushing furiously and embarassedly like a mad fangirl despite herself. He actually thought her stupid drawing was decent.

46. Holding On No Matter What

Whenever she needed him, his fingers would intertwine tightly with hers, never letting go.

Whenever she reached for him, he reached for her.

Whenever she wanted him, his arm would always be outstretched towards her, allowing her to take his hand in hers.

That was how they held on. That was how they managed to get through everything every single day of their lives, whether they faced heaven or hell.

47. I Don't Want to Stop

"Mmm," Raven murmured against the crook of Robin's neck as she half-slept. "Mmhm."

"Long day today, huh?" Robin half-whispered as Raven burrowed her face into his skin.

"Mmhm," Raven mumbled against his ear.

"I know. It's been tiring. But it's over, and we can finally sleep. Hey," he said, brushing hair out of Raven's face, "could you stop that?"

"I don't wanta stop," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Well, now that I think about it, I don't want this to stop either," Robin whispered as he yawned and put an arm around Raven. "Love ya, Rae."

48. Take Off That Abysmal Mask

"Robin?"

"What is it?"

Raven scratched the back of her head as she spoke. "I was wondering...why don't you ever take off that abysmal mask?"

"To protect my secret identity, of course. I wouldn't want to risk it."

"You know you're a Dick for doing that. You tell me your real name and you don't even show me what your eyes look like."

"Crack another Dick joke and I'll slap you," Robin hissed.

"Fine. I'll stop joking. But show me your eyes."

Slowly, Robin removed his mask and looked into Raven's eyes.

"So? Happy now?"

49. It Looks Pretty On You

"You never told me you got a tattoo."

"It...it's a birthmark."

"Nah, I can tell. It's inked."

Raven glared at him.

"But it looks pretty on you!"

"I regret getting it. I was thirteen, homeless, and wandering around the streets. I had nothing better to do."

50. Another Crazy, Insane, Sleepless Night

"You know," Dick groaned, "I regret not sleeping more as a teen."

"You had better," was all his half-demon wife had said as she floated off to deal with fussy one-month old Angela, who had woken up again in the middle of the night.

Curious, has anyone noticed the pattern with the story names yet?