Hey, I'm back. Crazy I know. I only disappear for months at a time.

So here we go. It's something new and definitely not my best work (translates: don't judge me by this) but if I don't keep writing here then I will drop off the face of the planet. Any-way here is a pointless series about all of the different things that Raven would be able (or want to) learn after fully realizing that she gets to live. If you don't know the pairing then check out my penname real quick...there.

Any ideas on things that Robin could teach Raven would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise I will run out. I will continue work on my other writings later, but the viewer attention is so low I'm wondering if they're good enough to continue. Enough ranting.

Chapter One

Cooking for Dummies

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the little paragraph separation bar things. Those are mine.

Quote: "At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since."

-Salvador Dali

Warning: Ehhh...

Robin enjoyed Sundays most out of the week. The federal buildings were closed, most businesses opened late and closed early, the newspaper was thick, the comics were bright, and he could sleep in.

That Sunday was one of those tricky days when it looks lovely out of the windows but was actually frigid. He turned the temperature up and listened to the strong wind as he drank his warm coco.

The latest Sunday mornings were particularly enjoyable. Starfire had recently discovered the joys of church choir singing, a hobby which Cyborg supervised and Beast Boy participated in as well. It was nice to have them out of the Tower. He usually got along very well with all of his teammates, but living with four other teenagers, two of whom were hyperactive and required a lot of attention, was grating.

Starfire had asked Robin once to come to church with them as well in order to hear the singing, but he had begged off.

"It's my only day to sleep in and relax," he said avoiding the real reason which included getting away from everyone. He knew it would hurt her feelings despite the fact that it wasn't personal.

"But please, do not friends gather for festivities?" Star asked innocently.

"It's not a party," Robin sighed. "It happens every Sunday."

"Come on Robin," Beast Boy wheedled. "It's only four hours."

"Four?" Robin repeated.

"Yep," Cyborg confirmed. "One and a half per service and Star has to sing in the choir for both services."

"That makes three."

"There's a half-hour doughnut break in between and after," Cyborg said.

"And you know you love doughnuts," Beast Boy coaxed.

"He said he doesn't want to go," Raven said suddenly, startling all of them as she snapped her book shut and stood up. "He shouldn't go to church if he doesn't want to go to church."

She stalked off with her book under her arm. There was complete silence until after the doors slid shut behind her. Then Starfire asked slowly, "What is wrong with friend Raven? How did we anger her?"

"I think she's jealous," Beast Boy had said staring after her. "I don't think she can enter a church," he paused, "I mean she's half demon right? Can she go in a church? They're holy."

Cyborg had snorted. "Ours isn't. She'd be fine in there. Besides that's all a load of bull anyway."

Robin was startled from his reverie by the appearance of Raven herself. She smiled slightly as she saw his expression. She was able to full-out smile, yet having been so unused to expressing emotions for all of her life stopped her. Instead she gave slight smiles which everyone who knew her equated to being one of Starfire's brightest. Every time she smiled seemed to give her an equal amount of happiness and trepidation as though even now something might happen if she showed too much.

Robin noted that she was still her pajamas and he snuck a glance at the clock. It was nine in the morning. Three more hours until the rest were back.

Raven walked over to the table where Robin was and sat across from him. He glanced down at his paper and then glanced back up to see Raven twisting a lock of her between her fingers unconsciously. Fidgeting was outside of Raven's realm of normalcy.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

She hesitated and then looked him full in the eyes. "Can you teach me to cook?"

Robin stared in silence and then repeated, "Cook?"

Raven nodded. "I don't know how to."

"How do you not know how to cook?" Robin asked.

Raven gave him an exasperated look that so reminded him of the old days that he grinned. "When would I have learned how to cook? After emotion-control class? Before finding out about the prophecy?"

"Okay those are valid excuses," he said. "But you've lived with us for years. How did you get away with not knowing how to cook?"

"I know how to microwave left-over pizza," she returned and then hesitated. "I'm trying to learn things that I never bothered to before because I didn't think I'd be alive long enough to need them."

It struck Robin that even though she wasn't as backwards as Starfire always appeared, Raven was also not from this world.

"So can you teach me?" Raven repeated.

Robin focused on her again and shrugged. "Let's try pancakes. Some edible ones."

Raven blushed at the mention of the pancakes that she had once attempted to make which failed so terribly. "Pancakes sound fine."

One hour later they both stood in the remains of a kitchen that they had somehow trashed. A sack of flour lay overturned on the table spilling the soft powder onto the floor with bare footprints trailing through it. There were the remains of eggshells that had somehow missed the waste bucket while an open can of frozen blueberries laid thawing and leaking over the counter and down the cupboard.

There was a bowl of batter that had been abandoned due to the fact that Robin had forgotten to tell Raven to separate the egg whites and yolks. Also on the table was a large butter container whose actual contents were dead insects which were what startled Robin into jumping back upsetting the flour bag and blueberry can.

Then there were the seven bowls full of batter that surrounded Robin and Raven who were in front of the griddle. "There isn't supposed to be this much batter is there?" Raven asked.

Robin sighed inwardly. "I forgot to check how many servings the recipe makes, okay?"

Raven eyed the pancakes that were currently on the griddle waiting for the bubbles at the top as Robin had shown her to do. "How do servings work?"

"What?" Robin asked making a face as he wiped the egg shell and yolk off the bottom of his bare foot.

Raven eyed the pancake that seemed the most ready to be flipped. "The ingredient sizes change for the number of people?" she asked as she scooped the pancake up and tried to flip it.

She missed and it landed raw batter down on the floor next to the other failed attempts. "I can't get it like you can," she said.

"Of course there are different ingredient sizes for the number of people. You can't get more out of it than you put in." Robin answered as he walked back over to griddle and surveyed the mess of pancakes down by Raven's feet.

He watched as she sent another one flying into the air and then sighed. "The technique is in the wrist, not the arm," he said.

Robin reached around Raven to grasp her hand. "You're trying to throw it up in the air using the whole arm," he demonstrated. "What you want is to just flick your wrist and catch it back on spatula."

With her hand in his he tried to get her to mimic the motion but her fingers were gripped too tightly. Using his other hand he slowly pulled her hand back and then rearranged it. "There," he said with both of his hands on her wrist, palm and fingers, "Now flick it."

Raven flicked it and the pancake went up in the air and fell by her feet with the rest of them. It took upwards of ten minutes with fourteen pancake casualties before Raven got the hang of it. Once she was tossing the pancakes adequately Robin let go of her hands and stepped back.

The sudden coolness that raced along the front of his body made Robin aware of just how close he and Raven had been. Turning and surveying the kitchen helped. The complete havoc and the five and a half bowls of batter left surrounded them.

Raven turned off the griddle and picked up the two plates that contained a modest three pancakes each and handed one of the plates to Robin. She stood next to him, took a bite of a pancake and looked around with an appraising eye.

Robin sighed. "We really shouldn't leave it like this."

"No," Raven agreed before she started walking away, "We definitely shouldn't."

Robin stared after her and then down at the plate of pancakes in his hands. Then he sat down on the couch (the table was full) and began to eat. Sunday was a day for relaxing after all.

I warned you. It'll get better, I promise.

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