A/N: The promised finale of C'est Pas Une Vie. Hm, that title doesn't really fit this anymore. Oh well. So this is after the episode "Revved Up," where they have a huge race to get back Robin's most prized possession. At the end, he shows it to his team, but never to the audience (GRR). I included what I thought would be in the box. Anyway (besides "GO!") "Revved Up" is the final episode before the final battle with the Brotherhood of Evil. This is the end of this trilogy. Enjoy!

By the way, in my mind, the T-plane can turn invisible.

Chapter 3: Feeling This

When Robin clicked the lock, took a deep breath, and revealed his most prized possession to his team, he felt more nervous than he had in years. He hid behind a mask for a reason- so he wouldn't have to bare himself to anyone- friend or foe. So he could have the support of a team, without the emotional attachment. So he could have enemies without personal risk.

Well, staying away from emotional attachment blew out of the water when he fell in love with Raven. Go figure that the most secretive person of them all would be the one to make him willing to expose his past. Though she didn't hide so much since they- she- had defeated Trigon.

Still, after all the build up, the long race, the desperate curiosity, he expected a bigger reaction from all of them. The case opened, revealing one object: the one proof of his past that he didn't leave safely in his room in Wayne Manor, but couldn't allow anyone to find with him while he was 'Robin of the Teen Titans.'

A family picture.

The pose of the three people looked so perfectly natural that it seemed contrived. The Graysons sat together in front of a large drape of cloth that appeared to be the side of a tent, on an old, green, sunken couch, Mary Grayson on the left, John Grayson on the right, baby Richard in Mary's lap. John leaned toward his wife, an arm around her shoulder, his other hand patting his son's head, and looked at the camera. Mary sat straight and stared directly at the person taking the picture. Both of her hands held Dick, whose mouth opened widely in a laugh that made him squirm in his mother's grip. The smile on John's face was soft with love for his family. Dick was wearing a onesie with a circus logo on it- Haly's circus. John wore a button down shirt, made of cotton, thick and probably not often worn, as the circus performer lived most of his life in work out clothes, preparing his act. His wife wore a plain white blouse and a beautiful eternal smile.

But the Titans didn't really know what it was, or rather, who was in the picture. Except for Raven. As soon as she saw the precious image she gasped. Another image flashed behind her eyes: the image of the two people, a few years older, falling to their deaths from a booby-trapped trapeze act before the eyes of the photo's baby, then a boy, now almost a man. She released her breath with a soft, "Oh," the pure emotion of which led the four other Titans to look at her rather than the real object of interest. Her eyes were misty with unshed tears as she picked up the framed photo from the case. She studied it, much as Richard himself often had in the days, months, years since his family was murdered in front of him. Finally, she looked up her leader and whispered, "Robin," her eyes full of sadness, and even a little bit of longing- whether for a family or for him he didn't know.

He smiled at her, though his eyes matched hers exactly- his longed for both his family and her.

The exchange confused the remaining three Titans. When Raven placed the frame back into its place in the case, they looked at it once more. Cyborg caught on first, and asked, "Robin, is that your family?"

Robin nodded gravely. Starfire and Beast Boy, only now understanding, gasped, and stared harder at the picture.

"That is most glorious! Please friend, may we meet your parents?" Starfire asked, full of wonder at this new found fact about her crush. She didn't notice Raven flinch at the question.

"Sorry, Star, but they've been dead a long time," Robin said.

Starfire gasped in horror at herself, "Oh, no friend Robin, it is I should be sorry. Please accept my most sincere apologies for bringing up such a sad subject." Robin waved her off, telling her not to worry.

Cyborg nodded, "I'm sorry man. They look like good people. I'm sure they'd be proud of all you've done."

Robin gave Cyborg a genuine smile. "That means a lot, Cy. Thank you."

Beast Boy stared at the picture throughout the exchange. Raven felt emotions tumbling up from Beast Boy that she'd never known him to possess. He hid deep grief and disappointment, as well as cynicism and anger. Raven could tell that Robin's story had struck a chord with Beast Boy's past.

"If it's any consolation, dude," Beast Boy threw out, trying to grin like he were telling a joke, "My parents died too."

Robin clapped his younger teammate on the shoulder and rested his hand there. A look passed between the orphaned boys, a look that said they understood each others pain, and didn't need to trade banal condolences, because the best support they could give would be to treat each other the same as before. Raven felt the emotions of both as they had the moment. The depth and spectrum of feelings amazed her.

Robin gave Beast Boy's shoulder a final squeeze, before closing and locking the case.

"Alright, enough fooling around. Cyborg, is the T-plane ready for some heavy flying?"

Cyborg, immediately on task, considered for a moment. He said, "There are some repairs I need to do. Some of the work I've done while we've been on the road were temporary and won't last much longer. It'll take a few hours, then it'll be good as new."

Raven asked, "Need any help?"

He shook his head, "Nah, but when we finish off the Brotherhood of Evil and get back home I'm gonna need to rebuild the T-car. You in?"

The empath rolled her eyes in response, "Aren't I always? This will have to be at least the fourth time we rebuild this car."

"And I haven't been allowed to drive any of them," Beast Boy whined. Cyborg mock-glared at his green friend.

Robin interrupted their friendly banter, "Come on, we have to get back to the beginning of this stupid track and get to work. The Brotherhood never rests, and neither can we."

"No rest for the wicked," came Raven's aside. Focusing her powers and saying her mantra, Raven opened a black portal that swallowed the five teens. When her black energy released them, they found themselves right beside the hidden T-plane, near where Ding Dong Daddy had started the race, in a desert surrounded by mountains. Robin gave an approving nod to her. She nodded in response, face blank.

An hour later found Robin, having ordered the rest of the team to rest while Cyborg worked on the T-plane, programming several spare communicators. He hadn't explained what he was doing, but he would tell them his plan when the time came. As he entered coordinates into his own communicator and sent them to his teammates' for reference on their upcoming missions, he felt tense and nervous. The upcoming battle would be extremely dangerous. It was up in the air if they would win. He thought of Raven- the idea of her getting hurt if he failed to lead them well pierced his heart with ice. He didn't want to lose the most important person to him again. He didn't want to be left with just a picture to stare at with regret again.

The Boy Wonder emitted fear, insecurity, and sadness in equal amounts. As Raven approached him silently she knew why he was feeling that. She understood him. She understood the pressure he was under as leader. And dammit she understood the fear of losing a loved one- she didn't want to lose him either.

Stopping directly behind the boy she finally had to admit she loved, she knew he knew she was there, and who she was, and why she was there. For once, Raven allowed their mental connection, usually cut off by both of them through natural instinct, to open and flow reassurances to the worrying hero.

Some things, though, needed to be said aloud. The others were sleeping in spots that looked particularly uncomfortable, except for Cyborg who was out of earshot and engrossed in his work, so she didn't worry they would overhear when she said, "I'm not going anywhere, Robin. And neither are the others. We can all take care of ourselves and each other, and we will win this battle. I know it. So stop worrying, because you're going to give me a headache."

Her characteristic jab made him smile genuinely for what felt like the first time in a long time. She walked around him and sunk down to sit cross-legged before him. Looking at him with concern on her face, she asked, "Beast Boy's parents, did you know about them?"

He shook his head, "I suspected that something like that must have happened, but I didn't want to pry. I didn't really know anything about his past except that he spent some time with the Doom Patrol. I guess I don't really know much about any of the team's pasts."

"You know mine," she countered.

He frowned, "By no choice of yours. That was thrust upon us in the form of an evil demon and his servant, my arch-nemesis."

Shrugging, her response was simply, "Nevertheless."

They sat in silence for a time. Robin felt less anxious than before thanks to her presence, and finished his task on the T-com. Once he had finished that, he took to staring at his companion. Her eyes were closed as she sat perfectly straight, looking pensive and beautiful.

After a while, her eyebrow twitched slightly, and she said, "You know Robin, I can feel you staring."

He smirked, "And what are you gonna do about it."

Conceding, she shrugged. She opened her eyes and stared through his mask into his. He felt like she was looking into his soul, or his mind. And he was right- she was trying to scan his feelings with her empathy, and trying to locate explanations for her findings in his head through their bond. She finally realized what had brought on his melancholy. Why hadn't she thought of it before?

Gently, she placed her hand over his that rested on the ground and said sympathetically, "It was hard for you to show us the picture, wasn't it?"

He nodded. "Harder than I thought it would be. I mean, I didn't even tell them my real name, but still, I've never showed that picture to anyone except Batman-"

"Bruce."

His eyebrows shot up at her interruption. "What?"

She shrugged, "You can use his real name when you're talking to me. I already know. I was in your head, remember? The most important parts of your life were the death of your parents and your work under Batman, so those stood out."

Surprisingly, her assurance didn't make him uncomfortable. There was no one he trusted more with his secrets. "Alright then. Bruce," he started again, surprised at how good it felt to talk about his actual benefactor rather than the cold, masked vigilante, "Is the only person I've shown that photo, so I didn't know if I even wanted to show you guys. I knew you deserved it, and I can trust you all, and eventually I planned to tell you all who I am. Just not now, while we're across the world from home, on a tiring mission that I don't know we can win. Thinking about my parents, it just reminded me of how helpless I was, and still am at times, and it..."

"It made you doubt yourself as leader."

"Yes. And I was afraid that if I failed, you would get hurt, Rae. That's what I'm most afraid of. I don't want to lose my family again, especially you."

Raven looked at him. Most would think her face was emotionless, but Robin could see the softening of her eyes, the slight curve at the edge of her lips that was Raven's most sincere, heartfelt smile. "And I told you I'm not going anywhere. It'll all work out. Even if I have to do it all myself, the Brotherhood will not win."

He chuckled, "You're starting to sound like me. We will do this as a team." His hand flipped from under hers where it still rested, and entwined his fingers with hers, backing up his statement.

A small scowl made its way to her face as she looked at the recently programmed communicators. "You say that, but you plan for us to split up soon?"

"It's our best option. We need to keep contact with all honorary Titans if we are to have a chance at beating the Brotherhood," he reasoned. She nodded in acquiescence. His mind was made, and she would follow orders in hopes that they would congregate for the final battle all the faster.

"Then I guess," she said in a slow monotone, "I'll have to do this now."

With no other warning, Robin suddenly felt Raven's lips on his. His arms circled her waist and her hands rested on chest. They both sat on their knees, their bodies separated by about an inch of space that neither dared to close for the sweet moment. They quietly and softly kissed for a few seconds before Raven's cheek slid against his so she could whisper in his ear, "I love you more than anything. And I'll wait for you."

Robin pulled his head back to stare at her in shock. "You're stealing my lines now?"

Her arms moved up his chest agonizingly slowly to wrap around his neck, "I just thought hearing it would make you happy, since I nearly cried after you said it to me."

He smirked, "Alright." His face became confused, "But what about your powers?"

Absently threading her fingers through his spiky hair, driving him crazy, she answered, "Have you seen me blow anything up with anger since the battle with Trigon? I've done a great deal of meditation, surveyed my inner emotions, practiced on the obstacle courses, fought battles with countless villains, and even befriended a group of super-powered toddlers- at this point, I'm sure that my control over my powers has improved if from nothing more than from my focus on them. But since my father's defeat I've felt freer, I've experienced more emotion, and I've never been overcome with his rage. Even when I get mad now, I don't sprout four red eyes."

"So does that mean-"

Raven sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes to heaven, "Oh, would you stop asking questions?"

"Gladly."

This time he initiated the kiss, and this time neither of them ended it until they had to breathe. Gasping a quick gulp of oxygen, Robin moved down to plant several quick kisses on Raven's jaw as she panted before returning to her parted lips. His arms tightened around her, bringing her flush against him. Once she was there, his mouth still working hers, his hands wandered down, one remaining on her ass, the other continuing on to stroke her thigh. He moved to place her on the ground to better access her body, but she moved back. The satisfying sound of their lips separating was followed by their heavy breathing. Finally she whispered, her voice breathless, "Hold up there, Boy Wonder. This isn't the time or place."

He raised an eyebrow. "So what would be an appropriate time and place?"

Heavy-lidded eyes twinkled while her smirking lips said, "I was thinking your room once we defeat the Brotherhood."

The very aroused object of her affections smirked at her, and answered, "I like the way you think. Any particular reason you picked my room and not yours?"

"Yours is farther from the others' rooms. Less chance they'll hear us."

Somewhat shocked and amused, Robin chuckled. "Who knew cold, emotionless Raven had thoughts like that? But are you going to want to keep this from the team?"

Her serious face returned. "If possible for a little while. I mean, Cy already pretty much knows; he knows the both of us too well not to, and he has been my occasional confidante lately. But Star will be really jealous, and Beast Boy would be Beast Boy. So I'm hoping with a little time she'll get over the crush she has on you, and Beast Boy grow up."

"I suppose anything is possible. I have noticed him become more serious when it comes to the Brotherhood. Maybe that's a good omen for the future?"

Raven rolled her eyes, "One can only pray."

Robin chuckled. "Speaking of prayers, I'd really like to see you wearing my clothes again."

His partner's eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Is that what you pray for? Don't answer that. It's an insult to the Goddess. But looking like a traffic light isn't really my style. Maybe if you start wearing black and blue like Star said you would. What did she call you? Nightwing? I kinda like it."

They disentangled themselves, and sat side-by-side and hand-in-hand for another while, just enjoying each others' presence, occasionally exchanging witty banter, mentally preparing themselves for the upcoming separation and the encroaching battles they would face before such a time as they could move forward with their relationship. For now it was enough that they had told each other their feelings, and could have a peaceful moment together.

Cyborg eventually called them over to tell them the T-plane was done. When they walked over still holding hands, he smiled indulgently at them and went to wake the last two team members. Raven gave Robin one last peck on the lips before letting go of his hand and moving towards her pod.

It was time to get to work.

A/N: Fin. Now, if you liked, review, then go read my other stories and review them. Especially 'Robin's Girl' and 'Ice Queen.' They want more reviews :'(

Oh, and in case it wasn't clear, "I love you more than anything. I'll wait for you," was what Robin said to her at the end of chapter 2, and Raven repeated it to him here because it made her so happy.

BTW, can anyone guess who sings the song I named this chapter after? Or what song the line I named Chapter 2 came from?

Um, I think I said that I'd tell you about a story I'm planning. Um, let's see... I don't really want to tell you yet, cuz I haven't started writing it yet. But it's Rae/Rob, slightly AU, Drama, Action, Romance... should be good if my writing skills are up to the challenge. Can I expect all of your support?

Man this note is long. REVIEW! Cheers!