Okay, I put together all those wonderful comments and suggestions you guys gave me and came up with this. It's in Star's POV so, yeah…on with the disclaimer…
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it? Okay fine! I do NOT own Teen Titans (ouch! It hurts a lot to say that!)…only the plot and nothing else…not even this computer I'm typing on. It's my dad's.
Ooh! Before I forget. This story is dedicated to all those wonderful writers out there who reviewed my first story. Thanks guys! It means a lot!
I was never good enough for him.
Never.
Flashback:
"Come on, Star! I know you can do better than that."
"Ahhh! Please, Robin! Stop!" Starfire yelled as tears fell own her face while her supposed to be "best friend" continued turning the knob clockwise, inducing more pain to her body.
She eventually couldn't handle it any longer. Using her free hand, Starfire pushed the panic button, signaling defeat. Instantaneously, a couple of four-inch-long, five-millimeter-thick needles immediately ripped off her arms. Several probes designed for pure, merciless torture also stopped. The foreign princess breathed heavily with her hands and knees to the ground. Robin only shook his head and gave her a disappointed look before he exited the poorly lit room.
End flashback
Combat practice used to be fun. We all pushed ourselves and each other to our limits while having a good time. But things are different now. Robin has developed a new way to train us—and it is not fun at all. According to him, we are to endure pain in order to do well in battle. So he made this…thing. Oh, how I dread it. Unfortunately, he made me face it twice a week. He made us all face it.
I do not know what is wrong. We have been successful in fighting the crime, the city as peaceful as ever. Still, he continued to urge us of how weak we performed; how bad I aimed; how Raven could not fully control her powers any longer (who could with all that pressure?); how Beastboy not being serious enough; and how Cyborg often got distracted. I feel like I do not know him anymore. He was not the Boy Wonder I met who would patiently explain to me the ways of this world. Robin was no longer the fearless leader we all learned to love and respect. He has changed. And I am afraid that it is not for the better.
Oftentimes, I was left to believe that he was merely having one of his "Slade attacks" where he would lock himself in his room for days. Somehow, I usually persuaded him to come out. A sharp "No." was usually the answer followed by my constant pleading until he finally consents. But now, he simply didn't answer at all. He just sat there, continued whatever h was doing is if he didn't see me. He acted like I was never even there, like I was invisible. Then that thought would haunt me again, 'I was never good enough for him.'
I remember when Robin was still…Robin. We had a pleasant stroll around the park while the others played stank ball and Raven read a book. He asked me a question which I thought didn't make any sense.
Flashback
"What do you think is better: perfection or excellence?" asked the Titan leader, abruptly changing their healthily developing their conversation.
"Excuse me?" Starfire was dumfounded by his sudden burst of inquisition. It was usually her who asked such question, but by the serious look on Robin's face she immediately knew it wasn't a trick question.
"You know. Which one would you prefer? He shrugged.
"Oh. Well, I believe excellence is going beyond and above; being superior in worth or value; the state of being more than the best that you already are," Starfire paused, obviously deep in thought, then continued, "Perfection, on the other hand, is having all the qualities requisite to its nature or kind; being complete and nothing more."
"Yeah, so?" She hasn't answered his question yet.
"Hmm…I assume perfection would be of higher quality. It is, after all, perfect." She added with a giggle. Then their conversation jumped off to their previous topic as if nothing had happened."
End flashback
Had I known that my opinion on the subject would change the way all of us lived, I would have chose my answer more wisely. I now know why Robin acts as he does; why he treats us such. He wants us to be perfect. If only perfection was much easier to achieve.
A/N: I know, guys. It's short. My English teacher always has a problem with me concerning length. The ending is also kinda rushed too. Please bear with me. I wanted to post this before school starts next week (classes here starts on June and ends in March…weird, I know). I just scribbled it on my notebook and typed off…
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