ROBIN'S BIRTHDAY
It was that day. The day Robin hated the most. February twelfth. Robin's birthday and his parent's death-day. Every bad guy he ever faced knew not to mess with him today or he would beat them into oblivion. He was able to hide it from the Titans the year they met and the year after that but on that day each year he felt like he was deteriorating. Slowly dying inside of himself. But this year doesn't compare to the last two years at all! He felt as if he was already dead. He couldn't even get up from his bed. So much for training.
The Titans were worried. Raven had a hint of an idea why Robin acts the way he does on this day. But no one truly knew why. He's distant, he fights ...to kill, he barely eats, and he sulks around all day. But this year was different. Raven could sense that he was barely holding on to that last bit of strength that he had before he broke down and Beast Boy sensed deep despair, sadness, regret, and anger all coming from Robin's room. It was so strong. Beast Boy didn't know one person could carry that much negative emotion. Cyborg and Starfire had bad feelings about today too. Raven broke the silence and talked first.
"Guys he's barely holding on. He's gonna break down."
"I'm sensing some deep sadness and anger from his room, dudes. And his alarm's going off. Either Silky's hates being in his room and he's not there, or he's asleep." Beast Boy said.
"He wasn't up early like he usually is." Cyborg pointed out.
"And when I did the knocking on his door he did not answer. I believe he is experiencing the Snorklefloogle. It is contagious." Everyone looked at Starfire oddly.
"Well what do we do? If he doesn't eat he'll starve," Beast Boy said. But honestly, that was the least of their problems.
"I'll go get him. Maybe I can figure something out." Cyborg said. He walked to Robin's room and knocked on his door. He heard his alarm but no Robin. Cyborg decided to speak loudly so Robin could hear him over the alarm clock.
"Hey Robin! Um, breakfast is ready and you didn't come out of your room, what's up?"
No answer.
"Robin?"
Still nothing. Cyborg was starting to think that he was sleeping. Or in trouble.
"Robin are you okay? ...I'm coming in!"
Cyborg opened the door to see his leader curled up in bed. Robin picked up the alarm clock, threw it at the wall he was facing, (the wall opposite of Cyborg) took out a million bird-a-rangs, and threw them at the alarm clock. The clock exploded, froze, got covered in goop, exploded again, then melted to grey goop. Then exploded. Cyborg was stunned.
"...Wow. Robin? Are you gonna eat?"
Still no answer. Cyborg walked up to him and saw that he wasn't wearing his suit. Or his mask. His eyes were shut tight and he was in black sweats. His hair wasn't gelled either. Robin's hair not being gelled? Something was definitely wrong here. Cyborg's been in his room at night and morning before. Robin literally never takes of his mask. Or his suit. Cyborg reached and shook the small boy.
"Leave me alone, Cyborg."
The poor broken boy spoke in a hoarse, small voice. Cyborg jumped back; one third surprised that he wasn't sleep, one third surprised at what he said, and one third surprised at how he said it. He sounded so sad and helpless. Like he felt nothing but misery.
"Robin, you alright man?"
"Go away."
"Listen, Robin. We're all waiting for you out there. You have Star thinking you have the Tamaranian flu! You gotta get up, man."
Without saying another word, Robin slowly reached for his mask. A few minutes later, Cyborg came into the living room, his face grim. Starfire expressed the worry that all of them were feeling.
"Is he okay? Was he purple?!"
Just then, Robin came in. At first glance he would have looked exhausted. But if you looked closer you would have seen the way his mask turned up in the middle. He was hunched over with his head down and he still wasn't wearing his suit. His hair still wasn't spiked and fell into his eyes. He didn't react to the others' presence, sat on the couch, and folded his arms with his head still down. Starfire moved closer to him.
"Robin?" She asked. Beast Boy came up next to her.
"Are you hungry dude?"
Robin turned his head away from the team and sunk further into the couch. Raven turned to Cyborg with a look that clearly said 'explain.'
"It took a lot just to get him to put his mask on-" He was interrupted by Beast Boy.
"He had his mask off?"
"Yeah. He wouldn't open his eyes- had 'em shut tight- but his mask was off. He wouldn't put on the suit. Had those on all morning. No matter what I said he wouldn't change."
It was silent for a few moments before Beast Boy spoke.
"Hueston we got a problem."
Don't worry guys! I'll update the next chapter when I get the chance. But don't rush, review! I mean you don't have to. You'll just wither away from the guilt that you didn't bring up a poor first time fanfiction writer's confidence. But no worries:)