~One Year Later~

"Yes, Damien, I know... I am, promise..." I rolled my eyes, smiling at Robin who tapped his foot impatiently.

My brother continued to talk, seemingly oblivious to my bored tone. "Are you eating right? You're not skipping any meals, are you?"

"No, I eat three times a day, everyday, like a normal human." I twirled my hair around my finger, and sat down at the island. "Damien, we go through this every week. Don't you trust me?"

There was a sigh. "I do, I just... It's weird, not being able to take care of you."

"Well it's not my fault," I chided. "Maybe you should visit more often. You don't need an invitation."

Robin coughed.

"Well, maybe you do."

"Tell your boyfriend I heard that." Damien's tone was joking, but I knew him better than that.

"Yeah, yeah. How's Claire?" I asked, trying not to laugh at Robin's defeated sigh as he plopped down in a seat next to me.

"She's... fine."

"What happened?" I demanded, sitting up from my slouching position. "Did she get hurt? Is she-"

"No, no, nothing like that," my brother assured. "It's just... she's been hanging out with Seth and Katarina lately."

"So she's a lost cause," I sighed. "I should've known..."

Robin cleared his throat, tapping on his imaginary watch. I giggled softly and shoved his shoulder.

"Tell your boyfriend I heard that," Damien scolded, "again. But I suppose we have been speaking for a while..."

"Damien, it's fine-"

"No, go on," my brother assured. "We'll probably visit in a few weeks. Seth's been having withdrawals or something."

I gave a soft glare to Robin, but said my farewells.

"That was mean," I told him.

Robin smirked and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him so he could kiss me. "He does it on purpose," he insisted. "I don't know how, but he finds out when we have plans."

"You said the same thing last week," I teased as I dragged him out the door.

Robin mumbled something under his breath, but due to my human ears, I couldn't catch it.

We stopped at his motorcycle, and I pulled on my helmet before climbing on. "I'm driving," I told him, grinning as I held out my hand for the keys.

The masked teen laughed. "Last time I let you drive, we almost didn't come home, remember?"

"That was forever ago."

"That was last month." I pouted, and Robin laughed. "Besides," he continued, "you don't know where we're going."

Confused, I scooted to the back of the bike. "What do you mean? We're going for coffee, right?"

Robin climbed onto the bike and smirked. "Not exactly."

Before I could ask, he sped out of the garage and we were racing through the underwater tunnel that led to the mainland. The wind made it impossible to be heard, so I just enjoyed the ride, trying to figure out where we were going. We already passed the coffee shop. And the pizza parlor. And the park...

"Where are we going?" I finally shouted, my curiosity getting the best of me. We stopped, and I blinked, looking around. We were in a small wooded area, close to the city, but far enough away that we wouldn't be noticed. "What are we doing here?"

Robin climbed off the bike, and offered his hand to help me off as well. "I wanted to show you something," he said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Show me what?" I asked, looking around. But there was nothing here; just trees, bushes, and the occasional squirrel.

He rung his hands, and sighed. "We've been dating for a year, right?"

"Well, I hope you didn't forget that," I laughed, and took his hand. "What's that got to do with anything?"

Robin smiled. "It's just... In that year, I've never took off my mask around you."

I blinked. "What are you talking about?" I questioned. "Of course you have. Remember Tokyo?"

"But I had sunglasses on then," he reminded, and squeezed my hand. "If anyone knows my identity, I want it to be you."

"Robin-"

But he was already peeling the mask from his face. Bright, blue eyes stared back at me, and my eyes widened. I always thought about what color my boyfriends eyes would be. I always wondered if I would ever get to see. And now I was.

A grin broke out across my face, and I leaned up to kiss him gently. "You should go without a mask more often," I told him. "But your 'secret identity?' What's that?"

Robin blushed, and didn't meet my eyes for a few moments. "My real name is... is Richard Grayson," he confessed. "It's kind of dumb, but-"

"I like it," I interrupted. "It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Richard Grayson... Did you have a nickname?"

Robin... Richard... seemed shocked at first, but laughed. "That's it?" he asked. "I thought you'd make fun of me."

"Are you joking?" I asked. "Of course I wouldn't. I think it's a wonderful name. And your eyes are very pretty. But I think I'll still call you Robin. At least, when the others are around."

He laughed again, and kissed me. "Call me whatever you want," he said softly, and kissed me again.

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Finally, the epilogue is done! This means all stories on Wattpad (except for WWC3) are complete! I can start working on new stuff, going back and rewriting all my other crappy work, and not feel bad for reading fanfiction for days on end.

Oh yeah. And work, and homework, and... other werid, boring things.

Anyway, hope you guys liked this story! Teen Titans was the first fandom I wrote a fanfic for (RLS), so this is a huge thing for me. And in the future, I plan on posting a fanfic for Cyborg as well. I just wouldn't feel right if he wasn't included on my thing. It will be called 'His Missing Part,' so be on the look out!

Love you guys~!