Author's Note - Mwuahahaha! I have completed this third and final part of my once-one shot XD! Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers whose comments kept me going. They get free chocolate and sardine pudding. If you want some or just want to make me happy, review! After this, I might do a Raven/Aqualad for variety, but I also have a vague idea for a RobRae involving Melvin, Timmy, and Teether. Very vague.

Disclaimer: Using Technus, who I stole from Butch Hartman, I have stolen the Teen Titans. Meep.

Raven

It's over! They're through! Emotions danced and clashed in the mind of the dark eyed empath. She knew that she should feel sorry for the sake of her friends, but she wasn't. She was jubilant. The breakup of the Boy Wonder and the Tameranian beauty was something that she had long anticipated, but, now that it'd happened, she didn't know quite what to do. For a long time now, feelings had been building up inside; feelings which only he awakened.

At first, she dismissed them as only loyalty to a good leader, gratitude for saving her in a fight, admiration of a brilliant mind. But, she was forced to ask, if it was that, why was it keeping her up at night? Why would he haunt her dreams, her nightmares, her very soul? It didn't make sense.

That is, until after much meditation revealed the truth – she was in love. It was no wonder that she hadn't been able to figure it out earlier; the last time she was in love was a while ago and was a disaster. This time, it was different. The cloaked Titan had fallen slowly, softly, surely for the masked lad. It was knowing that he'd catch her when she fell, rather than the subtle flattery of the dragon. It was the way he'd try to cheer her up, how he'd almost force her to enjoy herself. It was knowing that he actually understood her, more than anyone else ever had. And she understood him. He had an inner darkness, just like her, something that he suppressed. She loved him for what he was, and her dark side loved him for what he could be. Now that he was free, she wished to be with him.

But what should she do? Wait an appropriate amount of time and approach him? Could she handle the rejection which was a very real possibility? So intent on her dilemma, she didn't notice the approach of the object of her inner turmoil. Didn't notice until a single white rose tumbled onto her lap. Until a voice whispered softly into her ear, I love you.

In that moment, all thoughts, questions, and fears dissolved. The only thing left was the youth gazing intently at her, waiting for her reaction. She smiled – a rare, genuine smile – and flung her arms around his neck. Just before kissing him, she spoke,

I love you too.