I was supposed to write a collaborative Teen Titans fic with two people years ago but that never happened. This is the one scene I was tasked with writing and I actually still like it so figured I'd finally post it after two years.
Old Wounds
Robin stared blankly at the wall , his expressionless face acting as a good mask to shield his true thoughts from the world around him. Inside Robin was seething with a slow boiling rage that had been building ever since he received a package in the mail.
There was no return address, no markings or signatures anywhere to be seen. An anonymous package was enough to set him on high alert. Years of scoping out dangerous situations had sharpened his senses to pick up on any minor abnormality. It had taken him hours to finally open the plain box and once he did, he was more than a little surprised.
Inside was a copy of a book titled Life of A Titan. Old memories came resurfacing, hitting him like a punch to the gut, but he swallowed them down so he could further assess the information. The book itself was an autobiography, written by none other than Raven. He couldn't help but stare at her picture on the inside cover. She was stoic and reverent even in print. A large part of him yearned for those years when they were all together. Him, Raven, Starfire, Cyborg, and Beast Boy. The Teen Titans. That book was closed and he wasn't sure it could ever be reopened. Apparently, Raven had other ideas.
Robin found it hard to believe that she would send copies of her most private thoughts to the very people she was writing about. She wasn't so forward back then and he doubted much had changed since he last saw her. Something about it all set his teeth on edge. With carefully practiced precision, he started to flip through the pages. He wasn't reading. He was searching for clues.
The answer he was looking for came in the form of a bright red 'S' drawn on the last page. The design was shockingly familiar and looking at it started to make his head hurt. There was no way this was happening. Not now. Not after all he'd been through. Underneath the symbol were two lines, written in thick black marker:
The clock is ticking
And time stops for no one