BANGBANGBANG
Someone was pounding on his head with a jackhammer.
BANGBANGBANG
Why wouldn't they stop?
BANGBANGBANG
Robin slowly opened his eyes and realized that his head was not being repeatedly bashed with a sledgehammer. There was someone pounding on his door. He groaned, rolled over, and glanced at the digital clock on the small table next to his bed. 3:42 am. Whatever the person wanted, it had better be damned important.
He rolled out of bed, felt for his mask, which had been carelessly tossed aside on his nightstand, and settled it into place. He grabbed his bathrobe and threw it on before striding across the room to his door, which was still being pounded on by an unknown person or persons. He unlocked the door and keyed it open, and standing on the other side was a very dazed Beast Boy.
He looked as though he had been hit in the face several times, as his nose was bleeding quite profusely and one of his eyes was a dark puffy slit, nearly swollen shut.
"Is there a reason you were pounding on my door?" Robin growled, "It's 3:45 in the morning for crying out loud."
But Beast Boy did not respond. He continued to appear dazed, his eyes glazed over giving him a slightly crazed look, despite his teddy bear printed pajamas. The green boy just slowly turned and moved down the hallway with a slow, unnerving pace that was so unlike his hyper self.
Then, without warning, Beast Boy suddenly morphed into a smallish bird, which looked rather like a stunted pigeon, and began to fly in frantic and haphazard circled, repeatedly slamming into the door of Ravens room. Well, at least he had solved the banging noise. Beast Boy was sleepwalking, changing his shape randomly, and running into things.
The door Beast Boy had been slamming into opened to reveal a very disgruntled Raven, her angry eyes still fogged with sleep. She simply glared at the green bird that was Beast Boy, and shut the door to her room.
Robin ran forward and grabbed the bird before he could run into the wall again. This caused the bird to morph back into a boy, and the sudden change in weight threw Robin off balance, causing him to go crashing to the floor, nearly crushing Beast Boy in the process, effectively waking him up.
"Dude!" the boy cried, "You're like, totally crushing my guts man! Get off of me, you weigh a ton!!" Robin rolled off of Beast Boy and helped him to his feet.
"Are you all right?" Robin asked, concerned.
"All right? All right?!? Of course I'm not all right!" the indignant Beast Boy cried out.
"Shhh!" hissed Robin, "You'll wake everyone up!"
"What time is it, anyway?"
"It's about four in the morning"
"Four in the-"
"Yes, in the morning"
"But how-"
"You were sleepwalking. I'll tell you in the morning. Right now, let's get you cleaned up and back to bed" Robin took the green boy by the arm and lead him back to his room.
Half an hour later, Robin trudged back to his room, shucked out of his robe, peeled off his mask, and flung himself back into bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin.
When he next awoke, sunlight was streaming in through the floor-to- ceiling windows that created the south wall of his room. He was sprawled across the bed, tangled up in his sheets. He heard his door slide open, and someone stealthily entered the room. What time was it, anyway?
"Dude! It's, like, almost lunchtime," Beast Boy exclaimed, launching himself onto the bed, "We thought you died or got kidnapped my mind controlling zombies or abducted by evil mutants from another dimension or something!" Robin responded by groaning. Rolling over, and pulling a pillow over his head.
"Time...to...get...up!!!" Beast Boy yelled, jumping up and down on the bed with each word to emphasize his words. Robin pulled the pillow off of his head, pushed himself up on his elbows, and rolled over to find Beast Boy's face barely an inch from his own.
"Argh!!!!!!" they both yelled and jumped at the same time. Beast Boy morphed into an eagle and soared across the room to avoid being crushed, yet again, from Robin landing on him. Robin, who had been thoroughly tangled in his bed sheets, promptly crashed to the floor with a muffled thud. He grumbled as he disentangled himself from the sheets before standing up and turning to face Beast Boy and tell him off for waking him up.
"Dude...you...you...you're face..." stammered Beast Boy.
"Yeah, what about it" Robin snarled in response, then caught his reflection in the mirror above the low dresser. His mask, he had forgotten that he wasn't wearing his mask. Beast Boy was gaping at him. Robin walked across to the dresser and studied his reflection intently. His eyes, one a warm chocolate brown, the other a chilling ice blue, stared back at him, the blue eye accentuated by three white scars that ran diagonally, parallel to each other, from just above his eyebrow near the center of his forehead to just below the outer corner of his eye.
"Tell no one what you saw" Robin said menacingly without turning around.
"But, dude, your eyes, the scar..."
"NO ONE!!!" bellowed Robin. Beast Boy nodded, turned, and sprinted back to the main room, the image of Robin's enraged face burned into his mind as though imprinted there by a red—hot branding iron.
Someone was pounding on his head with a jackhammer.
BANGBANGBANG
Why wouldn't they stop?
BANGBANGBANG
Robin slowly opened his eyes and realized that his head was not being repeatedly bashed with a sledgehammer. There was someone pounding on his door. He groaned, rolled over, and glanced at the digital clock on the small table next to his bed. 3:42 am. Whatever the person wanted, it had better be damned important.
He rolled out of bed, felt for his mask, which had been carelessly tossed aside on his nightstand, and settled it into place. He grabbed his bathrobe and threw it on before striding across the room to his door, which was still being pounded on by an unknown person or persons. He unlocked the door and keyed it open, and standing on the other side was a very dazed Beast Boy.
He looked as though he had been hit in the face several times, as his nose was bleeding quite profusely and one of his eyes was a dark puffy slit, nearly swollen shut.
"Is there a reason you were pounding on my door?" Robin growled, "It's 3:45 in the morning for crying out loud."
But Beast Boy did not respond. He continued to appear dazed, his eyes glazed over giving him a slightly crazed look, despite his teddy bear printed pajamas. The green boy just slowly turned and moved down the hallway with a slow, unnerving pace that was so unlike his hyper self.
Then, without warning, Beast Boy suddenly morphed into a smallish bird, which looked rather like a stunted pigeon, and began to fly in frantic and haphazard circled, repeatedly slamming into the door of Ravens room. Well, at least he had solved the banging noise. Beast Boy was sleepwalking, changing his shape randomly, and running into things.
The door Beast Boy had been slamming into opened to reveal a very disgruntled Raven, her angry eyes still fogged with sleep. She simply glared at the green bird that was Beast Boy, and shut the door to her room.
Robin ran forward and grabbed the bird before he could run into the wall again. This caused the bird to morph back into a boy, and the sudden change in weight threw Robin off balance, causing him to go crashing to the floor, nearly crushing Beast Boy in the process, effectively waking him up.
"Dude!" the boy cried, "You're like, totally crushing my guts man! Get off of me, you weigh a ton!!" Robin rolled off of Beast Boy and helped him to his feet.
"Are you all right?" Robin asked, concerned.
"All right? All right?!? Of course I'm not all right!" the indignant Beast Boy cried out.
"Shhh!" hissed Robin, "You'll wake everyone up!"
"What time is it, anyway?"
"It's about four in the morning"
"Four in the-"
"Yes, in the morning"
"But how-"
"You were sleepwalking. I'll tell you in the morning. Right now, let's get you cleaned up and back to bed" Robin took the green boy by the arm and lead him back to his room.
Half an hour later, Robin trudged back to his room, shucked out of his robe, peeled off his mask, and flung himself back into bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin.
When he next awoke, sunlight was streaming in through the floor-to- ceiling windows that created the south wall of his room. He was sprawled across the bed, tangled up in his sheets. He heard his door slide open, and someone stealthily entered the room. What time was it, anyway?
"Dude! It's, like, almost lunchtime," Beast Boy exclaimed, launching himself onto the bed, "We thought you died or got kidnapped my mind controlling zombies or abducted by evil mutants from another dimension or something!" Robin responded by groaning. Rolling over, and pulling a pillow over his head.
"Time...to...get...up!!!" Beast Boy yelled, jumping up and down on the bed with each word to emphasize his words. Robin pulled the pillow off of his head, pushed himself up on his elbows, and rolled over to find Beast Boy's face barely an inch from his own.
"Argh!!!!!!" they both yelled and jumped at the same time. Beast Boy morphed into an eagle and soared across the room to avoid being crushed, yet again, from Robin landing on him. Robin, who had been thoroughly tangled in his bed sheets, promptly crashed to the floor with a muffled thud. He grumbled as he disentangled himself from the sheets before standing up and turning to face Beast Boy and tell him off for waking him up.
"Dude...you...you...you're face..." stammered Beast Boy.
"Yeah, what about it" Robin snarled in response, then caught his reflection in the mirror above the low dresser. His mask, he had forgotten that he wasn't wearing his mask. Beast Boy was gaping at him. Robin walked across to the dresser and studied his reflection intently. His eyes, one a warm chocolate brown, the other a chilling ice blue, stared back at him, the blue eye accentuated by three white scars that ran diagonally, parallel to each other, from just above his eyebrow near the center of his forehead to just below the outer corner of his eye.
"Tell no one what you saw" Robin said menacingly without turning around.
"But, dude, your eyes, the scar..."
"NO ONE!!!" bellowed Robin. Beast Boy nodded, turned, and sprinted back to the main room, the image of Robin's enraged face burned into his mind as though imprinted there by a red—hot branding iron.