OK, Draco and I are currently working on four stories at once. So if I don't update right away, I'm sorry.

There is the real you

Hidden behind the mask

Is the man, the real you

The you that laughs,

The you that cries,

The you that sleeps,

The you that is not obsessed.

Will anyone see the real you?

Will you ever take off the mask?

For behind that acursed mask

Is the you that people want to see.

The you that loves,

The you that smiles,

The you that tires,

The you that people can't see.

Take off the mask.

Show your real self.

Why do you hide it?

All people have emotions

Don't be ashamed of them

Embrace them, use them.

Take a chance, it will be well worth it.

Just take off the mask

You will feel so much better.

Don't hide the real you

People may want to see you.

Not just your body, your soul too

So please, take off the mask.

Robin read the poem over and over. He couldn't believe that this was from Raven. The Raven that never showed her emotions either. She was like the Goddess of Mystery herself. So why would Raven tell him to show his emotions? She did have a good reason, though. What was his reason?

He thought about that. Why didn't he show emotions? The only emotion that he ever showed was obsession. Obsession over finding Slade. But he never showed any other emotion. Why not?

The answer came soon enough. Because he would risk losing his mind if he did. Robin has had some traumatic experiences in his life. Like seeing his parents die at an early age. Imagine it. Seeing your mother fall from the trapeze and your father slip trying to save her. And you can do nothing to save them.

But still, why would Raven of all people send him a letter telling him to open up? She never showed any emotions, only anger. And even then, only rarely. 'Don't meddle in business that isn't yours' Robin thought.

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Downstairs, Raven could tell that Robin had gotten her poem. All she wanted him to do was lighten up a little. But her poem had upset him more than that. She could tell by the way he was stomping around. Should she go talk to him? It was probably best to let him stomp for now. He might get very mad at her. And all she wanted was to know what was going on.

She could tell that there was in battle going on inside him. Sort of like her's against her demonic side. Only, his wasn't demonic. His was like one person against another. But who against who? That's what she wanted to know. And he had to let it out by telling someone. She just didn't want this battle to consume him.

Robin came downstairs at that moment and Raven saw that he looked slightly distressed. "I'm sorry, Robin. I just care what happens to you." Raven said under her breath.

Cyborg also saw that Robin looked stressed. "Yo, Rob. You OK?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess." Robin lied, managing a wan smile.

The alarm rang at that moment and Cyborg told Robin to sit this one out. "Take a nap. Just relax." he said.

The rest of the team ran out the door so Robin couldn't argue. Robin sighed, then pulled a piece of paper near him and started writing. When he finished, he stood up and walked to Raven's door. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself to walk into the most private room of the Titans Tower. He walked quickly, set the note on her bed, and was walking out when something caught his eye. He picked it up and noticed that it was written by Raven. 'So Raven wrote a book?' Robin thought. He stole it and meant to give it back when the team arrived, but he was too engrossed in it.

Raven came in last and went straight up to her room. The next moment, an awful shriek was heard and Beastboy was hoisted up in black and Raven appeared in front of him with red eyes. "What did you do with it!" she yelled.

"What did I do with what?" Beastboy asked. "I haven't pulled any practical jokes, I swear!"

"Who has it!" Raven yelled, looking at the rest of the Titans.

"Whoa, calm down Raven. We can't tell you if we have what you're looking for if we don't know what you lost." Cyborg reasoned.

Raven calmed down a bit and said, "It's a big, black book with silver pages. As thick as that book there." She pointed to a thick book that wasn't the one she was looking for. "It was in my room on my dresser, but now it's gone!"

"Well, could you have moved it before we left and forgotten that you moved it?" Robin asked, timidly.

"I tore my room apart to find it, Robin. It wasn't in there." Raven explained.

"OK, we'll fan out and search for it. Whoever finds it, call the rest of us to this room." Robin said, abruptly in charge.

They all sped off in different directions. Robin ran upstairs to his room, then picked up the book and put it in the hallway in front of Starfire's door. He sprinted off in the other direction. Little did he know that he was watched the whole time.

Raven came up behind him and ignored the book. She went into her room, to 'search again'. She was actually trying to figured out why he went into her room. Then she saw the note. She read it once through then read it again. So his parents died in a trapeze accident? That's what made him so emotionless? Well, it wasn't as bad as her reason. But still, why not show any emotion? Did he not want to break down in front of his team? This letter answered many questions, but it also raised many others.

Someone knocked on her door and she opened it her usual length. Cyborg had knocked and he held out a black book with silver pages. "This the book?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you." replied Raven in her usual monotone, but Cyborg could tell that it had more emotion behind it than others. She took it and went back to her bed, not to read it, but to write another letter to Robin. In this one, she didn't write a poem, but questions. Questions like: Why don't you show any other emotion? and Do you still have trouble accepting their deaths?

As she finished, someone else knocked on the door. This time it was Robin. "Why does that book mean so much to you?" he asked. "You would have just throttled Beastboy, not alerted everyone else if it were another book."

"This book is much, much more than any other book. This book, I wrote when I was twelve, about my birth and several other things. So you see, this isn't just any other book, this book is my life, my soul." Raven replied.

"Wow. No wonder you were so upset at losing it. I'm just glad it was found." Robin said.

"You want to read it?" Raven asked, surprising herself and Robin. 'Yet why not?' she thought. 'This is a good way to get Robin to open up more.'

"Uh... Sure." Robin said. Raven handed him the book and he was careful not to reveal, whether in thought or otherwise, that he had started it already. Yet, when he got to his room, he opened to the page where he stopped and there was a letter there. 'Coincidence' he thought. He moved the letter aside for later and continued the book.

For a while he read about Raven's past. It was heart-wrenching. No wonder she was a goth.

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