Author's Note: By my count, this is my first update in 5 months. Unfortunately, it's nothing new, it's jsut been sitting on my hard drive, completed...

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He sighed. "Cyborg, I think we need to talk. Could you come sit here, please?"

The half metal teen's eyebrow arched, but when Robin was like this, he knew better than to ask questions. He moved to comply with Robin's request, sinking into the armchair opposite Robin. "What's the problem?"

Robin sighed again, before looking to the side at the carpet. Looking up again, he formed his response. "Well, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll be blunt. And no wisecracks about my bluntness or anything else, Cyborg. I'm serious.

"This is about Beastboy and Raven. They've both been chewing each other out more than usual lately. In fact, they've been straining themselves so much, trying to come up with good comebacks and rebuttals to each other, lately, that their combat performance is declining. They're losing their fighting edge, and they're dragging the team down. I don't want to do anything stupid, but at this point I'm really not seeing any other alternative. I'm going to have to kick one or both of them off of the team.

"But, I'm just unsure about it, I guess. I have a bad feeling about doing that. I know that as a leader I'm supposed to be able to make good calls quickly, but this...this is different. Nothing feels good, and I'm not confident about anything enough to do it. It's driving me insane! I'm always confident, I can always spot the correct solution; it's why I'm such a good leader! But now...now it's gone, and I don't know what to do."

He rested his head in his hands for a few moments, then absentmindedly started running his hand through his hair, as he listened to Cyborg sigh and lick his lips before replying.

"Well Robin, I don't really know what to tell you. Well, yes, I do, but I don't know how to say it. Ah...just leave Beastboy and Raven alone; let them be." Seeing the confused expression of Robin's face, he surpressed a grin, and held up a hand. "Let me finish.

"Raven and Beastboy...are kind of like Beastboy and me. Allow me to explain. As I'm sure you well know, most mornings, several lunches, and numerous dinners, we have arguements. Loud, obnoxious, viscious arguements, that sometimes have a tendancy to lead to physical violence. We have these arguements over other things as well; chiefly among those are video games, driving the T-Car, and the plausibility of having a moped. However, the subject of these arguements is irrelevant. What's more important, is our ability to drop the arguement at a moment's notice -for example, if there's a battle- and start it fresh the next time the issue is raised. Case in point: animal based foods versus non-animal-based foods, specifically, at the breakfast table. Virtually every morning, we argue over pretty much everything you could potentially debate between meat and tofu -that is, the most specifically recurring arguement-, ranging from cost, to color, to density, to texture, to taste.

"This, you all know. What you don't know is that we don't argue about everything, every day. Instead, we pick specific things in each arguement; if you pay attention closely, you'll notice the same thing is true of Beastboy's 'arguements' with Raven. While they used to all be about Beastboy's jokes, now they dispute a range of topics covering everything from tea to messy rooms.

"'So what?' you ask. Well, that's just the thing; you don't understand it, not yet anyway. What we argue about is what we want to argue about. Allow me to rephrase it; by specifically arguing about something, we're sending the other person a message, a sort of 'code', if you will. In that fashion, what we are talking about, truly doesn't matter. It's what we mean. It's almost a foreign language, except it isn't. It's English, or rather, 'Beastboy Language'.

"Sure, it's weird. But it's how he communicates. You witnessed it yourself, firsthand. Remember when he turned into the Beast, and you wouldn't let him not remember? And all those times about Terra? Yeah. With the Beast, he was telling you that he couldn't remember; he was hiding the truth from himself, because he knew he would be hurt by revealing it. And with Terra, it was similar. He was trying to come to terms with her betrayal, and he was both venting his frustration at his inability to do so, and asking you to help him through it.

"And to answer your next question, I only have my theories about where it comes from. I'm the guy's best friend, I'm the brother he never had, and even I don't know for certain. You'd have to ask him to know for certain, but he's not ready to reveal it yet, at least not to me. But personally, I think it was the Doom Patrol, and the Brotherhood of Evil. He had to grow up, to entirely abandon his childhood. He didn't know anyone his age, or have anyone to play with. And if that weren't enough, half of the adults he knew were trying to kill him. Poor guy. I'm just glad he's got us, and he's found a way of expressing himself, rather than being even more dangerous."

Robin, who had listened intently to Cyborg's speech, got up and started pacing, thinking silently about what had been said. Cyborg waited patiently for him to make the next connection.

Robin stopped pacing, snapped his fingers, and turned to look at Cyborg. "So then, what's that make Raven? He argues with you, and like you said, you're like a brother to him. He's argues with me, but we're nowhere near as close as you or Raven. And Starfire, he once got into a dispute with her, but that was because of a stupid prank, and not a yelling fight. But what about Raven?" Robin began to pace again, while Cyborg waited patiently. Suddenly, Robin stopped and pivoted towards Cyborg. "Does he love her?"

Cyborg smiled; Robin had made the connection at last. "He loves all of us, Robin. We're his roommates, his teammates, his family. However, that's not what you mean." Cyborg leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, and staring into space, while he formulated his next statement. "Yes, yes he does. The real question is, does he know it yet?

"I'm afraid that only time will tell, Robin. We're not either Raven or Beastboy, and if we ask them, we might cause some undesired consequences. No, only time will tell. First, he must admit it to himself, and then to her. And we don't know how that will work. Hmmm. We'll just have to wait and see, Robin. Wait and see."