Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
A/N: Woah, yeah, so I've been away from the Teen Titans fandom and in the Death Note fandom for a while. But I had this idea for a long time and I like it, so I decided it would have to be a little drabble. :)
"Haha, yesss!" Cyborg crowed, pumping his arm in the air. "I can't believe we actually beat 'em! Record time!"
Robin, caught in an uncharacteristic moment of excitement, whooped and moved to high-five his best friend. Cyborg ducked it with a laugh and play-punched him on the shoulder, sending Robin back about half a step.
Something flicked off in Robin's eyes and he suddenly dropped into a low, offensive stance. His lips compressing into a grim line, he shifted his weight and swung a leg at Cyborg to hit back. For real, to kill or severely wound.
He realized what he was doing halfway through the motion, before he even made contact, and stopped himself dead in his tracks, staring at Cyborg with huge eyes.
The half-man stepped back and watched, confused, as the younger boy froze over, even his eyes. Then, slowly, he started to thaw, limb by limb. When he was again in control, he forced himself to relax his offensive stance and stand up straight, normally.
For a long moment, neither of them said a word and Robin couldn't look Cyborg in the eye. He stared at the tatami mat floor of the training room, unblinking.
Cyborg was, well, kind of worried. Watching his boss/best friend go through expressions so quickly was unsettling, especially since that face generally had only three- blank, furious, or amused- and they didn't change much.
And then there was the fact that he had lost control in the first place. Robin might have had some problems with obsession in the past, but he never lost his self-control. If anything, most of his problems were caused by excessive self-control. So the fact that he lost it, even for a moment...
Finally, when Cyborg thought he would scream just to break the silence before it killed everyone in the room, Robin broke it for him.
"Careful," he said quietly to his bare feet. It was silent for another moment until he could add, even more softly, "Never forget who I trained under."
That made sense. It all clicked into place. Cyborg shook his head to forgive him, dismiss it as if it hadn't dazed him up in the least. He was used to things like this, after all- it wasn't exactly the first time Robin had flipped out. And, seriously, training under someone like the Dark Knight? Probably enough to mess a person up.
Trying to sound normal, Cyborg said knowingly, "Batman. I can understand that. Dude's pretty intense and-"
"No," Robin interrupted. Then, quietly, still unable to look up from the floor, "Slade."
He glanced at Cyborg, and all that the older male could see in his eyes was fear. That, and a low-burning hatred that was certainly not directed at him. Maybe not even at Slade.
Then, back in control, because he was always in control, Robin nodded, barely, and left him alone.
Cyborg was just glad that he didn't have to be in the boy's head for the meditation that was sure to follow.