Yo! I'm back again! These college applications and English papers are really cutting into my free time. I'm sorry! But I have a new thing for you. Here we have a little group of unrelated one-shots. Yes, unrelated. They don't really have any connection between them, but I might make small references here and there.

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own 'em.

What is. . . .Writing

Starfire glared at the blank sheet of paper that sat on the table, her tongue caught between her teeth in frustration. Gripping the pencil harder she cast an anxious glance around the empty room. The furniture did nothing to help ease her tension. So lost was she in completing her task she hadn't noticed that someone else had joined her in the room.

"What are you doing?"

She let out a yelp of surprise as the speaker's hand came to rest on her shoulder. She turned to meet Robin's masked eyes.

"Oh! Hello Robin," she greeted with a blush.

"Hey. What are you doing?" He repeated his question, taking a seat next to her.

"It is nothing," she answered reaching for the paper. "You will think me foolish." He too reached for he paper, covering her hand with his own.

"I could never think you were foolish, Star."

Robin had been watching the tamaranian girl stare fruitlessly at the slip of paper from a shadowed corner in the hallway. Immediately, he knew that she had been attempting to write something. He wasn't sure what, but that really wasn't important. From the very beginning of his friendship with Starfire, the boy wonder had always been there to teach her about earth. How could he have forgotten something as blatantly obvious as reading and writing?

"Well, do you promise not to do the snickerling at me?" He smiled encouragingly at her.

"It's snickering, Star. And yes, I promise I won't laugh at you." Finally, she caved.

"I wish to write someone a letter, but I am unsure of your earthly writing manners."

"Ok. Well, you should start by holding the pencil properly," he instructed taking her other hand and adjusting the pencil so the eraser was no longer facing down. Pink once again consumed Star's face as she grinned sheepishly. Robin then turned to head for his room.

"Hold on one second while I get something to help you."

"What is it you are looking for, Robin?"

He didn't answer as he continued on to his room. Finally, his search seemed to come to end as he returned to her side, a triumphant look on his face. In his hand he held a dusty folder, one that had obviously been shoved into the drawer and forgotten long ago.

"Is that what you were seeking, Robin?" Starfire peeked at the folder, curiosity abound in her eyes. Robin had always some creative way to help her learn something new. Despite the poor manner of the contents in his hand, Star decided to not judge the cover by the book...at least that's how she thought it went.

"Yup. Believe it or not, this," he held up the folder, "helped me learn to write."

Starfire looked at Robin with mild amazement. She had always assumed that Robin had always known everything. It was hard for her to imagine Robin being as ignorant about the same things she was.

"Don't look so shocked," he chided with a smile opening the folder and spreading the contents for Starfire to see. There was a large poster-like paper with markings on it that Starfire automatically recognized as English letters. There was also a small book that had been worn down with time.

"These," he pointed that pages with the letters on it, "can show you how to make each letter. It will take a little practice, but I'm sure you can get the hang of that easily. You're a very quick learner."

Starfire tried her best to push the blush aside as her eyes landed on the book.

"And what is this?" She asked her fingers carefully touching the pages. Averting his eyes, Robin's hand landed on the book as well, pulling it closer to his chest.

"This...this was my first book...my mother gave it to me," he muttered the last part softer to himself, but Starfire still caught it. She smiled sympathetically, but did not push the topic. Robin liked his privacy, and she respected that with all her might.

"So, is this the book you used to learn how to read?"

He nodded, leaning over her shoulder and opening the book so they both could look at it.

"It's probably a little elementary for you, but it might still help you in writing whatever it is you want to write..." A hint of curiosity was laced into his tone, but Robin like Starfire respected a person's privacy. Her eyes traced the words, and she spoke them with ease.

"See Spot. See Spot Run. Run Spot Run." She giggled softly. "The words are quite amusing, and the dog named Spot is quite cute."

"I'm glad you like it. Now," he tentatively placed his hand on her own, pushing the pencil down onto the paper, "move the pencil across the paper."

She did as instructed and watched enthralled as a mark smoothed it's way across the paper.

"Oh! Robin! What letter is that?"

He couldn't help himself as the laughter erupted from his lips. Starfire pouted.

"Robin, you promised."

"I'm sorry, Star," he stifled his laughter. "That's not a letter. I was just trying to show you how the pencil worked." She thought on this for a second before smiling sheepishly at Robin. He took her hand again, and carefully guided her hand on the paper.

"This is the letter A," he stated simply, using his other hand to point at the page lying in front of them. She nodded in earnest, taking the time to draw the letter by herself, though not as gracefully as Robin.

"Good. You're a natural," he complimented. "A few more weeks practice and you'll be an expert."

She turned pleading green eyes in his direction.

"Will you continue to help me Robin?"

He smiled softly, a smile he let her alone see.

"Of course."

3 Weeks Later

Robin entered his room, rubbing his soaked hair with a towel. He had just emerged from a quick shower after a long work out session with Cyborg. Perhaps after he was done changing, he would head over to Star's room to help her with her writing. Not that she needed his help anymore. True to all precedents, Starfire had been an extremely quick learner. Robin couldn't help but feel proud. He turned to toss the towel onto his bed, when he spotted a neatly folded piece of paper placed delicately amongst his clutter. Dropping the towel at his feet, he picked up the paper and carefully unfolded it.

Dear Robin,

There is something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time now.

Thank You.

Starfire

Smiling broadly now, he reached for a pencil and began a letter of his own.

The End

Short I know, but there are going to be plenty more "Robin teaching Star" fluff moments in the future. I promise. Now, please go review!