Thank God for Robin/Starfire fluff. The spell is broken! YAAAAYS!

Unbeknownst to Them

Robin tries to figure out which of his deep secrets is the one he needs to tell.

Rated PG.

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And I don't own the Titans

Unbeknownst to Them


I flopped down on his bed fifteen minutes later and stared at the ceiling. I didn't want to feel anything, hear anything, or say anything. I just wanted to think.

What WAS my deepest secret? I could name several of my darkest, most secret secrets right in this very room. Only Starfire knew everything, and she'd forced it out of me anyway. How, I won't say.

Hmm… There's always my identity. More than once I've been questioned by Cyborg and Beast Boy about my mask. All they know for sure about me is that I am male, and I have light skin. I could very well have dyed my hair and be acting every step of the way.

But Raven knows everything about my identity too, I think. She's gone into my head too many times to count. And I don't mind, really, she isn't telling anyone. At least, not to the extent of my knowledge.

Which brings up my past. That's another one of my deep secrets. Of course they know I was once a sidekick (who wouldn't?), but they don't know who I am, or what I've done. They don't know where I'm from, or who my parents are. Only Starfire and Raven know.

And there's the fact I have yet to tell my friends that I, Robin, have reason to believe Slade is still out there, waiting to chew us up and spit out our bones.

And did I mention the small thing that makes this whole puzzle click?

I love Starfire.

Robin sighed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. He stretched, smiling slightly as every bone went back in place. As he began to stand up, the door opened, flooding the room in a pale yellow glow. He winced, blinking back the light as he lifted a hand to shield his eyes. "Who's there?" He could barely make out the outline of a person in the doorway. He couldn't tell who it was, the light was too bright.

The door slid shut. Robin struggled to see again in the dark, make out whoever was in the room with him. He could hear them breathing shallowly, their rhythm countering his own.

"Who's there?" he repeated. Everything was still too dark.

A pair of strong hands pressed against his shoulders, pushing him down flat against the bed. Robin panicked as he was quickly straddled and pinned down.

"Get off me!" he cried. "Who are you?"

The lights clicked on, blinding him. No rest for his eyes. After a minute or two of fierce blinking, his captor came into focus.


"No," said a voice from behind. Starfire smirked, and Robin saw a glint in her eye, one he had never seen before. A shadow was cast over them, and a person quickly followed. The person bent close to Robin, breathing all over his face, and Robin was engulfed in a sickening smell between alcohol and mint-flavored Tic-Tacs. He groaned, fighting back a wave of nausea. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment, and opened them again.

"You," he gasped. Between this guy's breath and Starfire's crushing weight over his chest, Robin could hardly breathe.

"Yes, me," hissed Life of the Party. "You see, Robin, I've been thinking. Jail gives one a lot of time to think, you know, kid. A lot of time to think. And do you know what I thought about?"

Robin could only grunt, gasping for air. Starfire remained as still as a statue, unaffected by his obvious discomfort.

"I thought about how you might betray me, how you've already locked me inside prison, how Starfire here…" he placed a bony hand on her shoulder, and she continued to stare down at Robin unflinchingly, as if she hadn't noticed, "I thought about how Starfire here might be… well, might be hurt by the entire situation."

"What are you talking about?" wheezed Robin. He gave Starfire a pleading look, but she merely blinked.

"You've been disloyal, Robin. Admit it."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Have you kissed Raven, yes or no?"

Robin stared at this mad, deranged man. "No," he said, his voice heavy with disbelief. He turned to Starfire, mouth slightly open. "You believe that? Oh, Star." He shook his head. "I could never do that to you."

"You've been a liar, Robin," hissed Life of the Party. He stood behind Starfire, hands clasped behind his back. "You've been lying about everything. You've betrayed the one person who actually believed in you."

Starfire spoke, making Robin jump. "You lied to me, Robin."

"No!" he whispered.

"You lied! You lied to me!"

"No I didn't!" he cried truthfully. "Don't do this! I didn't lie! I didn't!"

"Oh, Robin, but you did," cackled Life of the Party.

Without warning Starfire twitched and went rigid. Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her hands flew off Robin's shoulders, towards her chest. Then she pitched forward and landed limp and sprawled over Robin. Robin couldn't see, her hair covered all of his face, blinding him.

He arched his back and turned slightly, making her roll off of him. She lay motionless on the bed.

And Robin saw the blood. All over him, all over her, all over the bed, all over that horrid glinting knife jutting out of her back. Robin gave a horrified gasp, falling off the back of the bed and hitting his head with a thump –


Robin detangled his legs from the sheets and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, grimacing as he felt the tender spot where he had hit his head a moment ago.

He jumped back to his feet and leaned over the bed, scanning for Starfire's wounded form. He had to help her, he had to save her…

But she wasn't there.

He looked down at himself. He was clean. No blood. He looked around the room. No bleeding girlfriend, no evil maniac.

He let out a long breath of relief, sagging to his knees. It was just a dream, just a dream. Just a nightmare.

He stood back up. He had to talk to Starfire. He couldn't ever let this happen. Life of the Party had many tricks, he could do something like this at any time. He raced down the hallway, and if anyone was there he didn't notice. Once he reached it, he rapped urgently on Starfire's door.

"Starfire, are you in there?"

The door whooshed open.

"Yes," said a strained voice. Starfire stood before him in utter disarray. Her hair was matted and tangled, frizzing up all over the place, and her eyes and nose were red and puffy. He reached out and touched her cheek, and discovered it was damp.

"What's wrong?" he breathed.

She pitched into him, sobbing furiously into his shoulder. She blubbered something undecipherable, and Robin didn't try and sort it out. Stunned, he could merely pat her on the back and smile comfortingly. She dug her nails into his arm, shaking with the force of her sobs. He carefully pushed her inside the room, closing the door behind them and carefully steering her to the bed, where he sat down and shifted to comfort her better.

"Shh," he said softly, "it's alright. What happened?"

She sniffed, pulling back and wiping her eyes. "It was just a scary dream. I am being silly," she said. "Do not worry, Robin." She smiled feebly, her lower lip still trembling.

"I had a dream, too," said Robin. "Tell me about yours."

"Life of the Party, he… he found me," she began uncertainly. "He told me how you had lied to me, Robin, how about you lied to me as easily as you lied to the team. You were… doing things with Raven… things you do with me. Only me."

He held his breath, watching her intently. She couldn't possibly have had the same dream he'd had, could she?

But the more she spoke, the more it looked that way.

"He persuaded me to… to attack you. At first I did not want to, I truly did not, but I did. I went in your room and pinned you down, and I let Life of the Party scare you, lecture you. You had lied, you had been bad. You denied it, and it made me angry."


"And Life of the Party… he hurt me. I do not know what he did, but there was pain… and blood… and… I woke up."

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close. "It's okay," he said softly. "Believe it or not, I had the same dream. It's okay. I'm sure it was just some bad, bad trick Life of the Party pulled to scare us. I would never, ever lie to you, Star."

"You have before," she whispered.

He sighed. "I know. But I won't ever again. I promise."

She nodded, biting her lower lip and looking up at him through wide, teary eyes.

"It's okay," he repeated. "I'm here." He grasped her hand tightly, stroking her wrist with his thumb. "Don't cry."

She smiled uncertainly. Robin found his comforting tactics were rewarded, for she promptly leaned forward and kissed him.


God, I love her. No, I'm serious, this isn't your average clueless mushy-squshy sissy type love speech, I know exactly what this is. It's imbedded deep inside me, and it won't come out. It's there, clear as day, as beautiful as Starfire herself.

It's love.

I know it's love. It has to be love. I've never felt this way before, like a completely insane idiot. I could just jump off the tower without a care in the world, I feel so stupid and blind.

Yeah, I know I sound like some sort of mushy romantic, but I'm serious. I've said that before, haven't I? Déjà vu. But yes, I love her. I couldn't let anything happen to her. Just seeing her upset tears me apart and I…

What am I talking about? I should just leave the caffeine and hormone highs to Beast Boy. They don't suit me.

You know, I'm such a sucky liar.

Author's Notes: By far one of my creepiest (and fluffiest) chapters yet. I did this as fast as possible, but it was really hard shaking that writer's block. I had to write a fairly long fluff piece (which I might post sooner or later) to get rid of it. And I still have the headache, as a souvenir.

Anyway, I'm getting's really P'd off with people attacking Tanya. I'm not like your average mediocre fanfiction writer. I wouldn't dare tear apart Robin and Starfire. Their love is too pure. Tanya is not coming back, and she's not swooning over Robin, nor is he swooning over her. She's just a good friend, a confidant, if you will. Calm down. If I hear another "You better not bring Tanya back" or "Kill Tanya" or "Please don't make Robin fall in love with her" I WILL, just to spite you!

And yes, I'm having a little bit of a cruddy day.

Oh, and, as tradition is, I HAVE NEVER KISSED IN MEH ENTIRE LIFE!

Thank yow all.