Disclaimer- I do NOT own Teen Titans or any other stuff mentioned in this story. Sorry, I would give whatever it is honorary mentioning or whatever, but I typed this before I started the story, and my stories tend to have minds of their own, so I don't plan in advance. Okay, that's it. Enjoy.
Summary: Weren't you paying attention? I DON'T KNOW! My stories have minds of their own which I cannot control. NO, I don't mean I'm crazy (but I am, ask Justin N.) I mean I let my imagination run wild if it wants to (though I had to force out that story for reading class…Meryl sucks…oh well, carry on!)
Prologue-
The crash wasn't what woke Robin, nor was it the scream. It was pure instinct, because of his connection to Raven. His mind clicked on, with him instantly thinking, something's wrong with Raven. He raced down the hall to her room, hearing the crash and scream on his way.
By the time Robin burst into the room, Raven had no chance. He caught a glimpse of what happened as he opened her door. The figure pressing a white cloth against Raven's mouth, Raven's struggling figure going limp, then the figure flinging her over his shoulder and leaping into the night through the broken window. On his way out, he tossed a small can into Raven's room. Robin leapt after the figure, having seen who it was. The can leaked out a pink gas. Robin didn't even make it across the room before collapsing.
"Raven," he mumbled. He heard the others' shouts, but they were barely whispers. Then he was gone into the blackness.
