Failing civilization

by Lordchaos66

Robin has recently taken up the interest of military firearms and national emergency protocols. But with a new disease spreading, will Robins new skills be needed this ordeal, Or is it nothing to worry about? And how will the other titans react? RATED M for violent/graphic scenes, strong language, mentioning of guns, and sexual scenes. WARNING: multiple character deaths.

1. Robins New Interest

I DO NOT OWN THE TEEN TITANS OR ANY OF THE CHARATERS

Robin stepped into his room in the titans tower with a large box and 4 smaller boxes and sat on floor. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon and there had not been any crime alerts for several days. He looked down at the box, the label 'FN HERSTAL' was on the front with the picture of the firearm, along with the warnings and labels that were on all firearm boxes. He lifted open the box and gazed at the weapon inside. A 7.62x51mm FN FAL battle rifle lay inside with 2 magazines beside it. Then he opened the first small box. In it was a holographic sight, the second box contained a 50 round drum magazine chambered for FN HERSTAL battle rifles that use 7.62x51mm rounds, the third box contained a 7.62mm silencer, and the last box was a bit larger and contained 450 shiny brass cartridges. Although Robin always favored his staff and birdarangs over firearms, he had always wanted a decent, powerful weapon like the FAL. Not for battling criminals and crooks, but just for target practice and it being just too damned awesome not to have. He didn't know how, but he had gotten the military to cut him some slack and let him purchase one, but they wouldn't ship it to him, so he had to take a drive to the nearest military weapons facility, which was 3 hours by car. He hadn't told the other titans about it, thinking they might take it the wrong way.

He carefully picked up the FAL and checked the action. Gas operated and fully automatic. (Although it is illegal to own an automatic firearm, he had been federally licensed.) He carefully put it back into the box and walked over to his closet and opened it. When the tower was being constructed, he had an extra room installed by his room and the entrance to it was in the back of the closet. He moved the uniforms and clothes aside and tapped in the security code, opening the steel door. He went back over and gently picked up the FAL and walked into the room with it. The room was not extremely large, but it was sound proof and was big enough for him to have a one person range on one side, the other side had gun cabinets, spent shell buckets, ammunition boxes, the whole lot. He sat the FAL on a table and walked back to the other items and brought them into the room too. Then he turned to the door and closed it and locked it shut. He carefully filled one of the 20 round magazines with bullets and loaded it into the gun. He put on a pair of ear muffs and shooting goggles and stepped onto the range. Robin carefully raised the rifle and aimed down the sights at the target ahead. He got into his shooting stance and flicked off the safety. A few tense seconds passed. *KERBAM* He had hit the target a smidge to left of the center, 8 points. The recoil was not as bad as he thought it would be. (considering Robin was using the correct shooting stance.) *KERBAM-KERBAM-KERBAM-KERBAM-K-K-KERBAM* He fired all 20 shots. He got 168 out of 200 points. Each bulls eye is worth 10 points. "Needs some work." He said to himself. He walked over to his gun safe and opened it. He sat the FAL in the next open slot next to his .22 S&W semi-automatic assault rifle, OTs-14 sub-machine gun, and 12 gauge pump action shotgun. He closed it, and walked over to the accessories and magazines and put them in a lockbox beside the gun safe. He made sure all the safes were locked, then opened the door and closed it, locked it and moved the clothes on the hangers the cover the door from sight. He picked up wrappings and papers that didn't need to be kept and threw them in the garbage can to left of his door. Then he stepped out of his room and closed the door, then walked down the hall to go to the kitchen to see what the other titans were up to.

Hey guys, this story is just something I thought would be kind of interesting to write because you have a team of teenage superheroes and the kind of problem that will occur very soon. REVIEW HONESTLY! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AFTER READING THIS STORY, IT IS PRACTICALY IMPOSSIBLE TO HURT MY FELLINGS. (most likely because of the fact I don't possess any.) XD just kidding.