A/N: Hello everyone. Originally this was titled "Writing Practice of the Titan Kind (with goo)". I've since changed the name, as it is silly. Raven's chapters is up next! Hope you enjoy!

Now some of you are probably saying "Well this is all good and dandy but where's the next part of The Beast Within Us? Where's the goo? The gooooo?"

The next part of chapter nine is up and the final part is underway! Check it out if you haven't and enjoy the ficlets!

Robin: Birds

The wind brushed against his form and slowly wiped away the remaining beads of sweat from his face in the process. His moist skin felt chilled in the early morning breeze and a shudder ran through his body. Whether it was from the cold or the unease churning within him, he was not certain. Most likely it was both. He forced a deep breath out his mouth and took small notice that it was just as cold as the wind around him. He pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and tried to suppress the trembles within him.

Get a grip, Robin. It was just a dream.

A small streamer of sunlight slowly peeked over the horizon. The sea water sparkled a cleansed shine in its wake as it snaked along the ocean and slowly began to ascend the Tower's wall. Robin could feel a gently warmth spill over his feet and crawl up his form until it carrassed his face. The coldness within him seemed to evaporate with the contact and for a moment the tremors ceased. He sighed, his breath much warmer now, and ventured a small smile as the world slowly awoke. Birds began to gently whisper their sweet songs in welcoming the morning. The sounds of their chirps and flaps of their tiny wings replaced the cold harsh sounds of a howling wind and waves crashing upon the rocks far below.

Several tiny clawed feet sooned scraped the concrete of the Tower's roof. Robin allowed his smile to grow a bit as a familiar flock began swarming around him, chirping and hopping about around his feet. "Mornin' guys." The tiny creatures sang out in response and some flapped their wings as if to wave at their human friend. Reaching for his belt, Robin felt several of them perch into his shoulders in anticipation. "Relax. You'll all get your share." he whispered as he withdrew a tiny bag and opened it. He enjoyed the feeling of the cool and crisp seeds pooling in his palm almost as much as the birds did. He allowed for some to sift through his fingers and rain to those waiting patiently by his feet. Those on his shoulders knew to wait their turn just as patiently as the remainder of the flock began chirping erratically. Finally, Robin tossed the seeds over his shoulder and the chirps were soothed as they began to indulge their breakfast. Refilling his palm with another generous mountain of grain, he extended his arm out to allow for a comfortable roost. He released a small chuckle as two of the birds from his shoulder quickly ran across his arm to rest at his wrist where as the other had flown to perch on his thumb.

Robin loved birds. There was something about the species that made him feel at peace. He felt as if he could truly open up around them. It had always been that way, for as long as he could remember. When there was no one else to comfort him, he knew he could always turn to the birds and that they would always be there for him as well. Though he would mask it with annoyance, he never took offense to the jab of 'Bird Boy'. As he gently stroked one of the tiny creatures as it fed he knew the name could not be farther from the truth. Robin was a bird boy.

And for that, he was very thankful.