I started another story
Even though I shouldn't have.
oh well
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all owned by warner bros and what not
This story mixes from comics...partially comic correct, partially show correct. Lets see how well this blends, shall we?
P.S. Expect the possibly of guest appearances *puts fingers next to head to resemble cowl* and I'm not gonna tell you...you're gonna have to guess...
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The team returned home tired. Mad Mod had made short work of the cops and was eager to get another round with the titans. It took record time (2 minutes 42 seconds according to Robin) to take down the criminal stuck in time.
The alien princess Starfire sat leisurely on the couch trying to understand the virtual racing game that Cyborg was so determined to beat. Raven was meditating at the window, centering herself. Robin typed busily at the supercomputer, tracking any signs of Slade. Beast boy was standing sheepishly behind him, waiting for a chance to talk to him.
"Hey Robin?" The green boy asked waiting. Robin kept clicking away at keys."Robin?" Beast boy asked getting slightly more annoyed. He transformed into a small bird and flew to his leaders shoulder "ROBIN!"
"What?" He asked, irritated that his attempts at ignoring his annoying friend talking didn't work. He hated being interrupted when he worked.
Transforming back to a human, he said, "Well, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to leave for a little bit. Just a few days..."
Starfire flew over and grabbed her friend, squeezing him tightly. "Oh! Friend Beast Boy! You cannot leave us!"
Beast boy squirmed out of her grasp. "I told you it won't be long! I'll be back by Friday."
"Okay. If you don't mind me asking, what's the occasion?" Robin asked, turning his attention away from the computer.
Cyborg joined the conversation. "Man, Pick up a calendar every now and again! Tomorrow's Father's Day! I'm leaving too."
"Sorry, I don't set my computer to remind me of Father's Day" Robin said sarcastically.
"What is Father's Day?" The alien warrior asked.
"It's the day where, you know, spend time with your Dad. Hang out, bond and whatever." Beast boy explained to a wide eye and amazed Starfire. "I'm going to visit my parents. I haven't seen them in a while, ever since I left the doom patrol. They aren't my real parents, but they sure feel like it" Beast boy reminisced
"What a splendid holiday! We have nothing quite like this on Tamaran. My father is usually off fighting Thanagars. But I spend time with my K'norfka" She beamed at Cyborg. "You too will be celebrating with your Father?"
"Yeah, my dad has been lonely since..." He scratched the back of his head and smiled. Robin understood the behavior. Cyborgs mother had died a few years ago, Robin knew just about everything about his teammates.
Raven floated over next to Robin.
"And you two?" Beast boy asked. The two showed uneasy looks.
"Not really a big fan of my dad" Raven spoke in her calm monotone voice.
"Oh, yeah, right...almost forgot" Beast boy laughed. The entire team turned to stare at Robin. No one knew anything about him. Not his name, or family, or other friends, or even what color his eyes were.
"What?" He questioned his teammates after realizing that he was receiving odd looks.
"Um...You spending it with your dad?" Beast boy hesitantly ventured forward with his bold question. The team leaned forward anxiously awaiting the answer.
Raven had been inside Robins mind, but things were fuzzy. She had only seen a few moments in his life, scenes that made little sense to her. She felt some of his strongest emotions, and heard parts of his life. Raven could recall the sounds: screams, lots of them...a kind voice asking caring questions...a stern disapproving voice ordering and demanding. The loudest thing she heard was robins strong, confident voice saying 'No'. There was almost hatred behind it.
"...my...dad?" Robin asked almost bewildered. His wide eyes turned to downcast eyes, "No. No I'm not".
The team felt uneasy. The air felt awkward and tensed. Beast boy stepped forward.
"Hey Robin...I've always wondered" He started speaking meekly.
"Uh, BB I think I know what you're going to ask and...you shouldn't ask it" Cyborg reasoned
"No, let him ask his question" Robin held a hand up to signal Cyborg to back down.
"Is you know who...you're you know what?"
"Be less vague" Robin inwardly winced at how bat-like he sounded.
"Is batman" Beast boy gulped "your dad?"
Everyone had been wondering the same thing. No one ever mentions anything, but the group was always wondering about Robin. This kid had met AND worked with people in the justice league! He never talked about any of it. Never mentioned it and nobody asked. Robin had this way of just, brushing of questions, skillfully avoiding topics.
Robin's eyes turned to slits and he looked angry for a moment. Then he threw his head back and laughed. The laugh was weird, it wasn't a joyful or nervous laugh. It was a little mocking and even borderline spiteful.
His laughter settled. "No" his voice was dark.
"Robin, are you oka-...?" Raven started to ask, worried.
"I'm fine. I've got work to do. You know where to find me." Robin weaved through his friends and quickly walked to his room.
His room was dark and lit solely by a lamp hanging over a messy table. Unfinished projects and broken birdarangs littered the table. The walls were covered with news clippings. He took off his cape and dropped it onto a chair and he strolled over the wall.
One Headline read:
Mumbo's Disappearing Act
The brightly clad crime fighter ran his hands over the corners, tugging at the tape. The paper fell lazily to the floor joining the other scraps of papers and tools lying on the floor. The poster behind read 'The Flying Grayson's' in bold read letters. Little green letters at the bottom said 'The only 3 beings alive on Earth to do quadruple somersault! Watch this amazing feat only at HALY'S CIRCUS'.
The nostalgia felt good. Robin leaned back a little on his desk, his hand brushing something small. He looked down at the round black device, the machine not unlike his titans communicator. Instead of bright yellow adorning its shell and the familiar 'T' staring at him, the cold black and grey insignia of a bat burned through him.
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Expect an update soon, regardless of if you guys liked it or not =]
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