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It was dumb, really, to think that he could have ever fit in here.
The whispers stung, and the fingers jabbed his eyes.
He was never to be trusted completely, they all said. He must be filled to gorging with half lies, half truths.

It was bittersweet. He no longer had to run from the police, but now he was running from his own kind.
They would call him a turncoat, they would say that they could never trust him again.

Fuck trust.

He hadn't needed it before, and he wasn't going to start now.

Besides, a room, a soft bed, and good meals for seven days wasn't such a bad deal, in exchange for... well, he had yet to be told that.

He picked up his mask and threw it against the wall in frustration. The durable material barely chipped, but the plaster walls weren't so lucky. Dust slid down onto the floor.
He slumped back down onto his bed. No one would share a room with Red X, the criminal.

It had hurt when they had chosen roommates and nobody approached him. He couldn't really blame the girls, but whenever he came up to the men they sidled away with the most nonchalant attitude.

It made him want to slap the wary looks off of their sorry faces.

Even Wally's girl, that Jinx, got a room with the New Zealand chick.

No one called her untrustworthy.

But having a room to yourself had its benefits, he had consoled himself.
No one could yell at him for spending too long in the shower, or for not picking his clothes up off the floor. He could stay up as late as he wanted, and watch whatever he wanted to on TV.

But the other bed seemed so empty with only his stuff piled on top of it.

Damn it, he didn't even know what he was doing here.
It was a meeting of the Titans, not whatever scum Robin felt sorry enough for.

He had meant to relax while he stayed here, maybe figure out some new ways into the tower, pick up some chicks.
That had all disappeared the moment he stepped foot in the tower.

Every time he got near enough to a security pad to even smell it, Robin, with his corny one liners and spandex ass would race over and make sure he didn't blow up the tower.

Or something like that.