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Summery: Made by Demon Lord. Ten years since a mistake. A mistake that was devastating for everyone, especially the Titans. (after Slade)

Story title: Tale of Two Song Birds

Chapter Title: The Past is Still Lurking

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Ten. Fucking. Years. That's all it was. Ten years since the biggest mistake of the Titan's lives, caused by the least obvious of all-Robin. Ten years also since the death of the best member in the team, the one that, interestingly enough, held them all together.

It's all your fault. A voice whispered in the past leader's ear, like poison sliding down his throat, but much more painful.

Robin was sitting in the darkest corner of his room, rocking back and forth idly. His knees were up, green legs spread out, he was still in his suit, it was probably the only thing he ever wore. Robin's gloved hands were covering his masked face. Through his fingers, he was looking at a worn picture with some rips in the corners and sides.

Our first kiss…Me and…Starfire… Robin thought, cringing at the last name.

Robin breathed out heavily. His stomach gurgled angrily, very hungry. He probably hadn't eaten in a day or so. He wanted to stomp on the picture, go back in time, and make it never happen. But it was too late for this. It was his own superficial hate that brought it to a destroyed tower with a devastated team and a now dying city. It hurt, to look futilely at this…reminder. Then you might be wondering why he was staring at it? Well, it was because that was what was fueling Robin to stay alive. He felt that somehow, through life, he could bring the bird that always coos haunting words back, that he could bring the darkest bird known to him back to life.

Jarring Robin out of his thoughts was a metallic knocking on his door. It sounded like Cyborg, though he couldn't tell. Robin didn't bother changing his position or anything, everyone knew what he was going through-Hell, and they were going through much the same. In other words, his heart was slowly and painfully twisting itself out of his body. His brain bashed against his head for all it was worth and his stomach felt like it would constantly throw up if given enough to throw out.

"Come in," Robin uttered. His voice was airy, raspy with lack of use. Since he locked himself in his room all the time, he only talked to the voice in his head, but never out loud.

The door creaked open, letting a bit of outside light flood in. A silhouette of a robot with wires attached to its back was what appeared when the door was fully opened.

"Yo," Cyborg dully said, a little loudly to get Robin's attention. "You defiantly need some food," The robot continued, stepping in a little, The wires on his back were attached basically to the T. He could travel through hallways without them, though they would re-attach to another power supply. He couldn't leave. His batteries were out of date and they no longer had the technology or fundings to get better ones.

Robin weakly stood up, dizzy at first. His hands fell to his side with nothing better to do. He was just barely hunched over in sadness as he followed Cyborg, who was standing as tall as he could, for Robin, and for himself. Cyborg defiantly wished they could just give up…just leave the face of the earth. But it would never happen, and he knew this. He knew they may have expired usefulness in their lives, but they were still young, oldest at 25, this was no time to die. Who knows, maybe they could make a comeback…sometime.

The smell of regular burgers and a tofu burger lingered all around the common room and the kitchen area. Beast boy was at the grill. Since he wasn't too wild anymore, he actually was able to cook. He didn't even make a big deal of meat and tofu anymore.

"Hey, the dead man's alive!" Beast Boy joked, a little more than half heartedly. He set the hamburgers on two plates and slid them over to the table, carrying the tofu burger himself to his seat.

The minute robin sat down, he had a distant look, staring at the huge, multi-talented T.V. screen. His nose somehow evaded the delicious smell of barbeque sauce and sizzling meat that wafted up towards his face.

"Last year…" Robin started. The other two Titans knew what he was talking about.

"We miss Star also." Cyborg said, empathetically. Beast Boy chomped into the Cajun seasoned tofu, not really able to say much.

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A/N I know I know, short….I'm pretty sure the chappies will get longer

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