I am so very sorry for the wait! I have been doing a lot of prep for the start of my senior year of high school (that starts much too soon btw) that I haven't had the time or inspiration to properly write the ending. This is the last installment of this fic, and really it probably should have all been one chapter with breaks but I couldn't write it that way so whoops. Thank you too everyone who followed and left reviews, it means a lot! I will be getting around to writing more TT and general comic fanfiction so stay tuned!

Robin was definitely laughing, the reverberations in his chest didn't stop. Despite how low his voice normally was, Robin's laugh had a youthful quality to it. What usually reminded Raven of unbridled happiness and innocence now had a mocking inflection to her ears. She pushed him off and ducked under his arm looking straight towards the door. Her face was scarlet, and her eyes were already starting to puff from the strain her tears would leave. She knew he wouldn't reciprocate but laugh at her? She never thought he would be so openly cruel to anyone, let alone her. This is worse than my most horrible nightmare of this accursed situation. Thoughts rapidly firing across her brain her pace quickened to where she was almost at the door. Robin caught her by the wrist, and she whirled around with the ferocity that would have sent hardened criminals crying for their mothers. "What do you think you're doing?" she raged, "You want to laugh at me some more? Do me a favor and let me leave this situation with the last shred of my dignity intact you-

Raven didn't finish her sentence. More importantly, Raven couldn't finish her sentence because Robin's lips were on hers and oh azar it felt perfect. No matter the depth of description or word count no author could have explained what pure bliss this was. There were no fireworks in her chest, but there was a light behind her eyes that no other feeling could touch. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer.

There they were, practically making out in the Med Bay around 2 a.m. Raven had her hand tangled in the wispy almost-curls at the back of his neck; and Robin has resumed his swaying, this time holding her by the waist. He pulled back and Raven immediately empathized more with Juliet, for parting really was such sweet sorrow. She missed the warmth of his breath and the liquid exhilaration in her veins. Nevertheless, this wasn't over. "You know, the laughing was very unnecessary." She whispered quietly slowly swaying in his arms. "You should understand now that it wasn't meant the way it came out," he placed his chin on the top of her head, "unbelief is all it was, and believe me I'm embarrassed."

"Tell me about embarrassed when the guy you just confessed your love for guffaws at you."

"It wasn't a guffaw Rae, barely a chuckle, or maybe a really low-toned giggle!"

She was the one to laugh at that one. Robin pulled her closer while gently walking his fingers up her side, "So you know that Beast Boy has evening patrol tomorrow?" Raven hummed in acknowledgment not bothering to look up. "Well Rae-Rae," he poked her gently in the stomach, "I think that would be a marvelous time for a first date."

Nicholas Sparks eat your heart out, no romance novel could ever top this moment.