Hello readers, this is Reaper of Heroes. Now, I know some of you are not new, but rather old followers of this story who saw that it was updated; which is has been. I have gone through all the preexisting chapters of this story and edited out spelling and grammar mistakes I have made. I'm hoping this process, along with the fact that I used a beta for this story originally, will make it almost mistake free. If you are an old reader I suggest you skip to the A/N at the bottom unless you want to reread. That is where the information you want will be. Also, I do not own Teen Titans. Enough of this boring A/N, on to the story.

He sat there, in the middle of the court room, all eyes on him. The cold, disapproving stares from the judge and jury, the shocked and mortified ones from the crowd, and worst of all, the disappointed ones from Bruce and Alfred. He didn't care about the people behind him, or the people judging his fate, only about who he had failed, and who he had disappointed. He had failed his friends, his family. He had let them die, to be murdered, all because he had gotten scared. He had disappointed Bruce, who was disguised as Batman at the moment. The man who had saved him, who had raised him like his own son, the man who had trained him to save people, a man he still feared and respected. He had let down every person he cared about, whom he had known for years, in the few seconds he was controlled by his rage. So maybe he belonged here, in this cold, confining room, in this steel chair. Maybe he belonged in a cell along with all the other criminals he had locked away; maybe he was no better than they were.

"Let this session of Gotham's court commence," rang the gruff voice of the elderly judge as he banged the gavel and caused everyone in the court to jump in their seats. And so it began, the presenting of evidence, the arguments of why he had done what he had, and what should the punishment be. He just sat there, staring at his feet feeling depressed. He was then called up to the accused chair to answer some questions. The man questioning him was appointed on behalf of the city, Mr. R.J. Ludvick. He had emigrated here from Russia and had made a name for himself by being one of the greatest lawyers in Gotham. He stared at Robin like a fox before its wounded prey. He began to talk in a thick Russian accent.

"See here, Gotham. Your beloved Boy Wonder is on trial for murder; yes that's right, murder. Now I know this has come to a shock for us all, including myself, but it is my duty to pursue the truth, so," he turned and looked straight at Robin, an evil grin on his face.

"Did you intentionally kill the villain formerly known as Red X?"

"Yes." That was all Robin had to say, it was the truth. He had meant to kill him; he had meant to take his life.

"Well, well, well, that's as good as a confession. He just admitted in front of everyone in here that he intentionally murdered that man." The look on Ludvick's face was one of victory, he had won again. He had just put Robin behind bars.

"Wait," came a high pitched squeak. A little old lady stepped to the front. She seemed to be at least eighty years old, if not older.

"I would like to hear the whole story. How did everything start?" This brought a scowl to Ludvick's face.

"We do not need to hear the story, he has already confessed," Ludvick hissed. He was turning a slight shade of red; this caused Robin to force himself to not smile. Apparently the great Ludvick couldn't take it when he was challenged with something that might stop him from winning.

"Actually," the judge said, "if the jury desires to hear the story, then the story must be heard." Now, Robin thought, he might be able to stay out of prison. He began to explain how everything had started, how he had watched so many of his friends die. How he had been overcome with rage and finally just couldn't take it. How he had snapped and attacked and killed Red X. He watched the faces of everyone in the room change as he told the story, the shock changing to horror and disgust, and then finally to pity. They saw what he had gone through, what he had endured before he snapped. The sorrow, the pain, and the depression he had endured. He could see that most of the people in the crowd and jury felt sorry for him, a few were even crying. He gave Ludvick a look; he had just hopefully saved himself from jail.

"Well, that was a very interesting story," the judge said. "But now it is time for the jury to decide what sort of punishment you deserved." The judge didn't look like he agreed with what Robin had done, even though he had gone through everything he had. His smoky grey eyes said as much when he stared at Robin. The jury members were whispering among themselves. It only took them a few minutes for them to decide, but for Robin it felt like eternity. Thirteen people deciding his fate, his future as a hero. It was a little funny to him. He had faced mutant slime monsters, psycho killers, even the Brother Hood of Evil, yet this was the most fear he had ever felt in his entire life. When the short woman who had asked to hear his story began to speak, Robin was listening to every word.

"We, as the jury, have come to a decision. We believe that Robin should not be put in jail," This brought waves relief to Robin. He had beaten Ludvick, he had avoided jail, and this was the best he had felt in a long time. "However," the lady continued, "we do not believe he should get off scot free. We believe he should give up the life of a hero. That means he must join society as a regular citizen. He does not have to reveal his true identity, but he must no longer be a hero." That sent Robin's spirits plummeting; he had to give up the life of a hero. He had to give up the life he had lived for so long, the life he enjoy so much. He was now wishing he had gone to jail. He was young, he could even bulk up in jail and then return to the life of a hero, but this was like ending his life.

"Now hold on," rang the dark voice of Batman.

"What do you want," growled the gravelly voice of the judge.

"I don't believe that Robin's punishment is fair. You can't just take away the only life he has lead for almost seven years without a completely justifiable reason."

"So are you saying that murder is not a good reason for punishing him," the judge roared. "Because if you are, then you sir, are a messed up person."

"I never said that murder wasn't a good reason for punishment, I said that forcing Robin from his life style that never harmed any innocent lives is not a good idea. I remember that the last person that happened to ended up becoming a very deadly mercenary. We wouldn't want that happening again, now would we?" Batman's voice had a knowing tone to it, as if he knew how to manipulate the judge to get what he wanted.

"Then what do you suppose we do then?" the judge huffed.

"I suggest that you place him under twenty-four seven watch from other hero's for a while, and let the Justice League have a chance to decide if his actions were justified."

"And just how long will it take for the Justice League to decide, hmmmmm," the judge inquired.

"Between two and three months, that should be sufficient time. If we do not believe his actions were justifiable then we will force him to give up his life of a hero. But if we see the reasoning behind it, and find it an acceptable one, then he will not have to give up his life of being a hero. Is this ok with the jury?" Batman turned to the jury. Robin was giving them a pleading stare, he did not want to have a league member looking over his shoulder all the time, but it was better than not being a hero.

"It is acceptable," the old woman squeaked.

"Very well then, this trial is adjourned for three months, and shall meet then to hear the Justice Leagues Decision." The judge banged his gavel and the people in the room dispersed. Ludvick was fuming, and doing nothing to hide it. His face was glowing red and his eyes were bulging out of his eye sockets, it reminded Robin of one of those old cartoons. Beast Boy had made them all watch a marathon of those one night. The thought of Beast Boy brought back the painful memory of him dying. How he had been only a second too late to save him. He hung his head, a few tears dripping from his eyes he walked slowly out with Batman.

"Don't think I haven't noticed those tears." He said without looking at Robin. "Don't worry, I understand. The feeling of loss, the pain that goes with it, I've been there. But you have to move on. It's been almost four months and I still see you crying now and then. You have to forgive yourself and let go." There was a cold edge in his voice, almost a threatening tone to it. Like he had better get over it or he would find himself becoming a regular person, no longer a hero. But Robin knew he needed to get over it, he just couldn't. He had caused the deaths of his friends, he had failed to save them, and he had to live with it.

"Alfred has gotten your room ready, it's the same one as when you lived with us. I hope you can prove that you had a good reason for doing what you did, because I don't want to have to stop you from being a hero." Batman climbed in the car and motioned for Robin to get in.

"No, I think I'll walk. I've got stuff I need to think about." His tone told Batman everything he needed to know. This was not an arguable matter; he was going to walk home.

"Be at the mansion by ten," Batman said before speeding off into the darkness. It was eight thirty at the moment, an hour and a half. Enough time for him to do what he needed to do. He walked to an old music store he knew about. It was in a not so nice part of town, not quite the projects, but almost. He bought two things; a CD player and every single Eminem CD there was. He popped one into the player, and zoned out as he walked home.

There it is, the first chapter. I hope the new readers enjoyed it, and the old ones if you reread it. And yes, for the haters, Eminem. He is amazing, and a bunch of his songs fit the story. So yes, they will be popping up throughout it. Now for the information the old readers are here for. First: I am sorry I have not updated throughout the entire school year. It was a hectic one filled with more work than I was expecting, and I struggled to keep up at times. There really wasn't anytime for me to write Fan Fiction during it, so please forgive me for that. Second: There is a new chapter up, so if you remember enough of the story go ahead and read it.

This is for everyone. The A/N's in all the chapters up until the new ones are either completely gone, or just the needed disclaimers. That's all I've got, and sorry for the long Authors Note.

Reaper of Heroes out.