Author's Note: Well! Guys! Joy of all joys; I've hit a brick wall with my other stories.. and I was doodling with a concept I've done in RP with some of my friends for the past three years now.. I really liked the characters I played, two in particular that will be used for this story. This story doesn't really have much in the way of a direction right now, so it'll just be rubble until I think of something specific for it. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that's made by DC comics, though I do own anything that I create, such as my two characters for this story.
If wishes were feathers, birds would be extinct.
Such an easy expression to chuckle over. A good laugh because it is not true and could never be true. Perhaps in a land of dreams it might be possible. But here? Unlikely. Yes, people were gifted with powers, but wishes? They were just a figment of one's imagination.
Heroism was his life's work, ever since the death of his parents. Yes, you could say it was a part of him. Bruce Wayne, millionaire playboy, had taken him in as his ward, but nothing more. The adoption was never finalized. Did this mean he was not fully wanted? He never got to ask that. They parted under somewhat bad terms (this was basically to say that Bruce disapproved of his Robin persona and wanted him to rid himself of it, to which he denied this) and he had then been out on his own for a year. Then he met his future friends and thus became the leader of a group of diverse teenagers. The Teen Titans.
Robin was content saving the innocent and bringing down villains. It made him feel good and put a smile on his face. There was one anomaly that cast his mood into despair, his happiness into anger and his life into pure chaos. This being made him obsessed, determined, crazed, a loner and hurt not only him but his entire team.
Slade.
The bane of his existence.
To each hero came an arch-nemesis. Like with Batman the Joker was there. For Superman Lex Luther.. and so on. Robin's? It was Slade, the masked lurker.
Slade was his counter, the one person he feared, the villain he wanted in bars the most and the person he didn't want to become.
Slade was his inner demon.
Robin couldn't suppress the shiver he felt race down his spine. Slade was dead though and he had finally recovered from the dust that the villain left for him. Things were slowly looking up, even though Beast Boy had become a bit withdrawn after Terra got frozen in lava. They comforted him as much as they could.
Then there was Red X, his attempt to find out what Slade was planning. It was his worst mistake. He recalled sharply his apprenticeship with Slade, how the man had infected his team with probes to force the hero to obey him, but only when Slade actually pressed the button did Robin even act truly. He held back so much. He didn't want to hurt his team.
Robin closed his eyes, masked protection hiding the true gemstones beneath.
"Robin..." A soft voice drew him out of his memories, colliding with the present with eyes snapping open. He turned to look at Starfire, her face worried as he arched a brow. "Cyborg has detected a disturbance in the city. We must go."
He hadn't felt his communicator vibrate and he was in the installed soundproof room for training. He nodded, moving to stand and dusting off his pants. "Let's hurry." He ordered, grabbing his cape and utility belt. They ran to meet up with the others and soon the five Titans departed for the city.. where the scene before them would startle them.