He actually has a tool prepared for this

"Raven, you know I don't like to take too many pages from Batman-" Robin began, but was interrupted by a long, dry, sarcastic laugh from his teammate/adversary. He put on a sour frown and rubbed his temples for a moment before continuing. "Yeah, well, believe it or not, I've also manufactured tools for the sake of bringing down my teammates, should any of you ever flip or go out of control. It may seem harsh, but with the number of times we've seen someone control Cyborg's armaments, I don't think it's a step too far."

The cloaked crimefighter lowered her eyebrows with a critical expression. "Uuuh... Wait, is this a tool for defeating my powers? You have something like that? I have a lot of powers."

Robin shrugged, but he was unable to keep a smirk from rising to his face. There was surely a part of him that was excited at a rare opportunity to get one over on one of the most super-powerful of his super-powered compatriots. "Not exactly. But I do have something well-suited for this specific situation."

"... So you made something specifically to get my clothes off?" Raven was still showing her trademark dry sense of humor, but if she was being honest with herself... she knew Robin's cunning well enough to suspect he may have a way to accomplish such a feat, even against one as powerful as her.

The leader shook his head, immediately trading that cocky smile for an embarrassed, teeth-gritting scowl. "No, I didn't-!" He paused, pressing one gloved hand over his face, then composed himself to continue. "Look! It's a device that is suited to be used against you-- in general-- and it just so happens that it's the perfect way for me to quickly prove that you're not hiding anything. However..." He turned to the crowd, assembled, then spoke seriously. "I can't recommend that any of you stay here. This has the potential to become a pitched battle and I'm counting on all of you to be responsible for your own safety."

Both Raven and Robin groaned, for different reasons, as the crowd seemed so interested in recording this battle of the Titans with their phones that none of them abandoned their positions. If anything, they'd taken Robin's words as an indication that this was about to become a once-in-a-lifetime viewing!

As an empath, Raven could feel certain of Robin's emotions without even exerting her powers. Right now, they chiefly consisted of puzzlement, agitation, and most critically, impatience. Those feelings would certainly cloud his ability to act rationally in this battle. Raven began to wonder if she should take this moment to telekinetically lift Robin's cape over his eyes, then fly away before anyone wizened up to her state of nudity beneath her cloak. Unfortunately for her, she had to abandon that plan... if she flew away, it would only take one stray wind to expose her to the crowd, all of whom were waiting with smartphones recording.

"I warned you, Raven," Robin growled, then spun all at once, retrieving a Birdarang from his belt with a barely perceptible movement of his wrist and flicking it towards his own teammate.

For a moment, Raven actually felt a little bad about what she knew was coming. It wasn't as though she actually wanted to humiliate Robin by reminding him how ineffective his weapons were against her own powers, but this situation left her no other choice. Effortlessly, she paused the weapon mid-air, a few feet away from her body. She frowned coldly, intending to convey to him that it was all over. It hadn't been much of a ploy to begin with... she could have just side-stepped one boomerang, after all. Raven wasn't the type who was so dumb they didn't know these weapons tended to loop back around, hitting their targets form behind.

She noticed too late the real purpose of the weapon... this one had a red, blinking light on its central point. Robin pushed a handheld-detonator, acting too quickly for her to toss away the magically held weapon or destroy it. In the next moment, a burst of light emitted from the Birdarang, powerful and blinding! Raven had few weaknesses, but among them was light; in **** applications, light could prove an effective means to disrupt her powers. That was how the most loserly villain of them all, Dr. Light, occasionally managed to prove a thorn in her side. To think that Robin had studied her failures in those fights and applied them to a weapon specifically designed to debilitate her was both troubling as a teammate and annoying in this current situation!

Wasting no further time, Robin made a run for Raven, then leaped, tackling her from her short hover in the air so that she landed beneath him. As her hood fell away from her head, exposing her bob-cut purple-black hair, and her cloak splayed around her, Robin began to get a sense of why Raven was trying so hard to keep her cloak closed... The audience probably wouldn't have a good look at her nudity, since the cloak was still clasped at her neck and his own body was covering hers. On that note, this was really a scandalously close proximity! He'd landed in an awkward position, holding both of her wrists down with his own hands and crouching over her, but once he realized the situation, he'd been **** to flatten his body against hers to keep her hidden. That allowed him to feel every detail of her nudity through his tight hero gear.

He hadn't gotten a good look, but being able to feel it was erotic enough. Her nipples poked against his chest. At his groin, he felt himself poking a warm, soft area that Raven probably wanted his groin nowhere near. Her bare bottom must be pressed against the hot pavement right now. Robin recognized the gravity of the situation and tried very, very hard not to allow himself to get an erection as he considered all of the hidden details. Considering that Raven would feel that erection growing in real-time, it was actually essential for the future of their continued work together that he keep himself in check. It was no less than his duty as the leader of the Teen Titans to try not to pop a boner.

"You blockhead!" Raven growled, trying to fight her instinct to push her teammate off and escape the pin. The audience already had a clear, unobstructed view of her lower body, naked except for the boots, with just the lap covered by Robin's body. For all they knew, she could still be wearing her leotard... Many of them were still rubbing their eyes after that crazy burst of light, but soon, they'd recover and start inspecting the scene!

"How was I supposed to know you were naked under there?! You could have just told me!" Robin complained in a hissed whisper.

"Just say: 'oh, sorry Robin, I'm actually naked under here.' In front of all these people?"

"You can transmit thoughts with your mind, right?! Tell me that way!"

Raven blushed and frowned, not wanting to admit that she'd been so distressed, she'd forgotten that option entirely. For now, the two had to think of a way to set the situation right without exposing Raven to everyone...