This is the beginning of an awesome story, lemme tell you. I'm posting this through a friend (Who can be found as F8WUZL8), and she convinced me to write it (she loves angst sooo much.)
It's a crossover between Batman: The Animated Series and Teen Titans, but I normally just categorize them as one world.
Read, Relax, Review!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nada. Zilch.
That case... that stupid case! Robin flung the case across the dimly lit room, glaring at it as it hit the wall with a satisfying thunk, then fell to the floor, sitting there in the shadows, not even flinching under Robin's hate-filled glare. And yet...
Robin walked over towards the case, reaching into the shadows to trace the symbol on the top, then twisting the (R), removing the cap to reveal the original seal on the case: a bat with wings outstretched. He opened the case, revealing an empty felt interior. He opened the false top, running his gloved fingers over the glossy photograph of the smiling boy. The happy child, embraced by his parents, not a care in the world. Robin closed the compartment, opening the false bottom, the only section he'd shown his friends. In it, Robin glanced at the photo of his second home. Two stoic-faced heroes glanced with equal impassiveness back at him. This was the second boy. Still a child, still seeking a parent's love and protection, but not yet knowing, but for his deepest of hearts, that he would never find that acceptance again. He looked down at the blinking transmitter. He had promised himself that he would not be the first to use this communicator. He would die before turning back to Batman without him seeking Robin out first. He closed the false bottom, and then the case itself, locking it firmly.
Robin stormed out of his "investigation room", as he had dubbed it in his mind, walking down the hall to the main area of the Titans Tower. Lost in thought, something caught his eye, something truly frightening. Robin backtracked to where the mirror had caught his attention. There it was. Here was the man those children had become. No. Not a man. Just a mask. Just a mask to protect the broken, shattered soul within from the cold indifferance of the world around him. He surprised himself by chuckling to himself softly. He'd become what he'd feared most all along; from the circus freak, to the lost "sidekick", to the indrawn "hero" the rest of the world thought of him as: he'd become just another impassive face. Just another of the cold faces that had always been turned upon him, haunting him i his nightmares. No care for the circus boy, performing lighthearted tricks for the audience fortunate enough to go to school. No love for the orphan boy, desperately seeking some part of his old life in this new, heartless world... and no protection for the broken soul that hid its anguish beneath cold indifferance.
He wouldn't let them. He'd never let them. Not in a million years would he let them try to cage him again, pin him with their false promises. No. This Robin would fly free. This Robin would fly onwards, into the sky, until his heart gave up on him, and he plummetted into his grave far below. Robin will fly free.
So how was that? Short, yea, but it's only the prologue!!!
R+R!
-Spectrum