Disclaimer: I do not own the Titans or Batman.

A/N: Woo! My first fanfiction. Please be kind in reviews but also be constructive! Conctructive critisism is awesome. In fact Review in general are awesome so don't hesitate to push that little review button or pm me.

This is just a preview and So it only focuses on Robin but all the titans have a chance to shine in the coming chapters. So hold in there Fans of BB, Rae, Star, and Cy!

This story is about the lives of our favourite super teens starting from before they became titans and moving through the series. I also have plans to include characters not included in the show like Ravager and Wondergirl. So tell me what characters YOU (yes you) want to read about. Also slash? Yes? No? If yes then between who? and evenif you don't want slash what pairings do you want to see? I want your input!

So without further ado: Our Story: The preview

Preview

Robin blinked his eyes open. The dim light from the setting sun streaming through the open window cast a pink light over the room. He was lying in his bed. Warm and safe and sore. Why was he so sore?

Robin tried to remember what had happened to him.

He was in the bat-cave. An alarm went off. Someone was causing trouble in Gotham. Who?

He was on his motor bike, following the bat-mobile. Why wasn't he in the bat-mobile? He was driving in and out of cars. He was… he was avoiding being seen. By Batman? Why would he try to stay out of sight of Batman?

He was on a roof. It was raining. Batman was there. Batgirl was there. Batgirl was serious, intent on the task at hand. Batman was angry. It was a quiet anger, but he could feel it. Intense, simmering, and directed at him. Why was Batman angry with him? Did it have to do with the weird traffic hide-and-seek?

He heard a bang. He heard Batgirl scream. It was... it was something. He didn't have the right word to describe it. Primal, maybe. Terrified for sure. Terrified for him, but why?

He saw Batman looking at him, new anger etched into the Bat's shrouded features. Like Batgirl's scream the expression was pure. Pure hatred, pure anger.

He felt pain coursing through his shoulder. He saw Batman's scowl, he saw Batgirl's grimace, and he saw a smile. A blood red smile, set in a chalk white face, framed with lank acid green hair. He saw a gun.

Robin opened his eyes. He finally remembered everything that had happened the night before.

Batman had gotten a report of the Joker causing trouble in Gotham. When Robin had prepared to go after the clown, Batman had stopped him and forced him to stay home. Instead Robin snuck out into the night on his motorcycle and trailed Batman through the city. When they had reached the roof, where the Joker had set up shop, it was too late for Robin to be sent back. But that didn't stop Batman from being furious at the boy for his disobedience. Batgirl had also responded to the call. So it was the three of them that burst onto the roof in the torrent of rain. Bad, sinister jokes and innuendos poured from the joker's mouth almost as thick and fast as the rain itself. Then the fight broke out. It was a basic fight with the henchmen being taken down fairly easily and Batman making a bee-line for the Joker. But then there was a gun. Not so surprising, the trio was used to getting guns pulled on them. But then there was a bang. Still not surprising, they were used to dodging bullets. But then there was a scream. That still wouldn't have been surprising except that it had come from Batgirl. Robin looked over at her, wondering if she had been hit. But there were no wounds. That's when he realized that she hadn't just screamed. She had screamed his name. That's when he felt the pain, when he heard the Joker start to laugh, when he saw the Batman go into a berserk attack on the villain, and when he passed out.

Robin got out of bed. He was wearing pajama pants, but no shirt, and his right shoulder was wrapped with bandages. He slipped into his slippers and walked down the hall.

He had a good idea where Bruce would be at this time.

The door to the study was slightly ajar and artificial light was spilling out under the door carrying hushed voices with it. Robin approached quietly, not wanting to disturb Bruce if he was in the middle of something.

"…not his choice. If I hadn't been there things could have gotten serious fast. Things did get serious." That was Bruce, and Robin had a pretty good idea what he was talking about.

" But sir, do you not think you are being a little rash?" Alfred. No one else could be proper, respectful, and condescending at the same time, all the while making you feel guilty for your every misdeed. Often times Robin had entertained the thought of having Alfred give the Arkham inmates a stern talking to, after that they would have no choice but to straighten up and be proper ladies and gentlemen.

"Not rash. This has to be done. It's too dangerous otherwise."

"What about Miss Gordon are you imposing this ruling on her as well?"

"She wasn't shot. She isn't my ward." Bruce's voice was tense as if he were tired of the conversation, but also strained like he was still undecided on the point of 'Miss Gordon', "Besides you can't say that you're displeased by this decision. You want him safe."

"Of course I do, however, I also want him happy. Something tells me Master
Richard will not be happy about giving up Robin, if he does so at all."

No! Robin backed away from the door. Give up Robin? Give up Robin! Never! The words "Give up" weren't even in his dictionary and to be followed by "Robin"! That was wrong, impossibly wrong. How could he give up who he is? He is more Robin than Richard. No, he would not give up Robin. Even if it meant giving up everything else.

Robin walked through the door to the study and past the shocked faces of Bruce and Alfred. He did not look at them or acknowledge their presence. When he reached the old grandfather clock, he reached up and moved the hands to 10:47. The familiar portal opened and he walked through.

As he walked down the long stone staircase he could hear footsteps following him down. One set. One set that he would not have heard if their owner did not wish him to. The steps of the Bat.

At the bottom of the stair Robin headed for the armory. He retrieved his uniform and began to change into the bright pigmented clothing. He was about to pull his under shirt on when his bicep was grabbed in a tight grip. "Dick, stop." The order was hesitant. It was clear that this wasn't how Bruce had pictured Robin finding out that he was being fired.

"No. Now please let go so I can finish putting on MY clothes." Robin tried to wrench his arm out of Bruce's vice like grip.

"Dick, how much did you hear?"

"I heard that I was being thrown to the curb. And if that's the case I would like to be well armed."

"Not to the curb. Dick you violated orders, put civilians in danger, and compromised what should have been an easy mission. Not to mention that you put me, Barbara, the city, and the case in jeopardy because of your carelessness." Bruce punctuated his list of Robin's failings by releasing his arm, certain that he was now to shell-shocked to move, "You will be staying at the manor, attending school full time, and hanging up the robin uniform."

"No. You can't ask me to do that!"

"I am not asking. I am ordering," Robin bit back a sound of indignation at this, "you jeopardized the mission. You're done as Robin. The Joker could have killed you; I can't have you on missions if all you do is get hurt. There will be no more 'Robin the Boy Hostage' I won't allow it! You need to learn to be more responsible." Bruce held Robin's gaze, "It's over. You're done. Robin has already been announced as dead, and he will not be coming back."

"Fine. If you want Robin to stay dead, that's okay with me. But you trained me too well—made me what I am," Robin stared into Bruce's eyes, his face blank and void of emotion, "You can't keep me from pursuing my own destiny."

Robin didn't wait for Bruce to respond. He merely turned and walked back up the stairs to his room, still holding his tunic in his fists.

When Robin reached the safety of his room he started to take his anger out on the defenseless inanimate objects in his room. Books were knocked of their shelves, bed sheets were ripped from the mattress, pillows were pounded into a feathery mess, and the Superman nightlight he had kept all these years to annoy Bruce smashed on the floor.

Robin ran towards his mirror fist raised to strike, but stopped when he saw his reflection. He brought his finger tips up to the cool glass. It felt heavenly on his hot skin so he pressed his forehead to the surface as well.

"What should I do?"

"Not give up Robin, that's for sure!" Robin lurched backwards. He could have sworn the voice had come from the mirror but that was impossible. Robin could feel his eyes widening, he could feel his eyebrows rising into his hairline, and he knew that his mouth was open in shock. But the face that stared back at him from the mirror showed none of these things. That face was calm and there was a slight grin forming in the left corner of his mouth.

"Wh-who? How? Umm, What are you?"

"A friend. Your closest friend, actually." The doppelganger said with a shrug.

"I'm crazy aren't I?" Robin's whole body slumped with a sigh, "Guess it's Arkham for me."

"Hey now, just because you are having a conversation with a mirror doesn't mean you've gone loopy. Flash does it all the time."

"Yeah, with Mirror Master. So what are you a super villain or something?"

"I already told you. I. Am. A. Friend. Would you be a friend with a super villain?"

"I don't know if you are just a figment of my imagination or if you are some sort of Meta but I am done talking with you. Nothing good can come of it." Robin picked up one of the feathers from a destroyed pillow and twirled it between his two fingers with a pout.

"Hey! I'm just trying to help you out here."

"How are you supposed to help me? My life has been taken from me by the Goddamn Joker and the Goddamn Batman!" He threw the feather to the ground quite violently, but the feather refused to be abused in such a way and merely floated peacefully to the floor much to Robin's chagrin.

"Think of me as a springboard for ideas."

Robin got up from his seat on the floor to sit in front of his computer. His email was open along with several pop up ads. One ad had a black background and he could see the Other Robin in the darkness. "A springboard? So do you have any bright ideas springboard? Bruce won't let me be Robin anymore because of that damn Joker, but this is my life. Robin is who I am. I can't stop being who I am."

"So don't let Bruce stop you."

"How?"

"…" The Other Robin was silent but Robin could tell from the look on his face that he had an idea.

"Well, Springboard, any bright ideas?"

"… Leave."

"Huh?"

"Leave."

"How?"

"I would suggest the door." The smirk was back on his face and it was starting to get on Robin's nerve how this (most likely) figment of his imagination was constantly talking down to him.

"I don't have my uniform and Bruce will be in the cave."

"Excuses, excuses! You have spare weapons up here, a spare mask, and that tunic you filched from the cave."

"So what? I should run around pants less?"

"Hey, it wouldn't be that big of a change from scaly underoos." Smirk.

"That is indecent. Now I am bored of being a loony so go away Springboard."

"Stop calling me that."

"Then what should I call you? Mirror-Me?"

"Only if I can call you Bitsy Bird." Smirk smirk smirk. It was seriously getting on Robin's nerves. As he stared at his own smirking face on the black screen of the ad something red on the screen caught his attention.

"I know the perfect name for you." Now a smirk was forming on Robin's lips, but in the opposite corner from his mirror self.

"Oh? What's that?" The smile spread over Robin's face as he moved the mouse to the corner of the ad and clicked.

"Red X."

A/N: So what did you think? any suggestions? Robin is already crazy and the story has hardly begun. And Red X! I wonder if any of you saw that coming. Oh well on the the next chapters!