I do not in anyway own Teen Titans, Batman, Or any of the other charicteres. I do however, own Alec.
This story takes place 7 yearsafter some sort of falling out you'll find out just what kind the Titans have. Critisium is more the welcome, heck, I'm just reveiew hungry. The more I get, the faster I write. The other Titans WILL BE IN THE STORY, probably within the next two chaptures. So please enjoy.
Sacrafices: Time is money, and there is little time.
He moaned slightly at the thought of yet another day, here, in this crime filled town, doing back braking work, all the while knowing he could do great and powerful things in Gothem, or even Jump City. He momentarily wondered why he bothered with it all, sometimes it seemed as though the world were playing some sick game, in which the object was to make his life as hard as humanly possible.
And then he smiled as that reason moved beside him in his bed. Looking to his left he noticed a small bundle wrapped up in his bed sheets. Wiggling around as if trying to free its self.
No wonder I was so cold this morning. He thought, the little guy had stolen all of the covers for his own use. I've got to teach him how to share better. He chuckled at the thought of his son sharing.
"Good morning squirt, why are you in my bed and why do you have all of the covers?" He smiled as his son freed himself from embrace of the fluffy linens.
The young boy blushed as he looked down, as if noticing for the first time the fact the rest of the bed was bare and cold.
"Sorry Daddy, I had a bad dream." Robin winced. This was the third dream this week, and the third time he'd been woken due to lack of covers. Though he couldn't possibly be angry with the boy, he rememberd times when he'd dream of his parents. He'd wake up crying, though he never went to Bruce. He didn't want to seem week. However, this didn't stop him from going to Alfred for comfort. Suddenly he was thrown into flash backs of the kind older man. I wonder how he's doing…
"Daddy?" He was thrown out of his thoughts by the boy looking worriedly at him.
"Sorry Squirt, I was thinking, what did you want?" He tried rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, but to little avail.
The boy giggled at his fathers efforts. "That's okay Daddy, sometimes I think real hard and forget what I was doin before, but can you make the beeping stop?"
Beeping…Oh my gosh, the alarm clock! I'm late!
"Daddy's running late, can you get your self dressed Alec?" He was running around trying to find a suitable pair of pants. Alec nodded franticly, happy to prove himself a 'big boy'. "Good, now go hurry and get dressed so we can go see Mrs. Kraft"
Alec eagerly ran off in the direction of his room. Robin smiled at his son, he was getting so big now, which, at the moment, was a very good thing, as he had not enough time to deal with himself, let alone a young child's. Though Alec was hardly grown up, he was very mature for his 'three in a half' years. He always insisted on that half.
Robin now had pants, shoes, and shirt. He briefly put thought into combing his hair, but decided against it as he found it to be waste of time and effort. Glancing at the clock, he cursed as he found it to be half past eight.
Great, we're even later then I expected. sigh At least I know the chief never expects me to bring in donuts.
Reaching Alec's room, he was surprised to face not a three year old boy, but rather some sort of clothing monster. Pants on backward, head trying to be forced through a sleeve, was the perfect match to two untied shoes on the wrong feet.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Robin glanced at the clock again. 8:45
I do not have time for this!
"It's open!" He yelled while taking Alec's shirt off. Then, to top matters off, the phone rang, adding to the pandemonium.
Crap crap crap, where's the phone! I'm going to get fired for sure this time, no, chief will understand, I'm sure he will…
"WHERES THE PHONE!" He accidentally voiced his last thought, and for a mere second it seemed as though all the noise stopped. Alec stopped wiggling, the phone seemed to stop ringing, even the hum of the refrigerator seemed to go dead.
"Its right here." Robin glanced over to see Mrs. Kraft holding the phone in her hand. Mrs. Kraft lived in the apartment downstairs, and was kind enough to watch over Alec while Robin worked. She also helped around the house when things got too busy, not unlike the very moment.
"Don't worry, I can get him dressed, you take the call and get going!" She smiled gently and began her way towards the squirming boy.
Robin sighed with relief as he took the phone from Mrs. Kraft.
"Hello?" He said very hurriedly on the way out the door.
"Yes, Mr. Grayson? This is Mary from the electric company, we noticed you hadn't been…" She was cut off however by Robin.
"Sorry, No habla Espanol" With that he hung up the phone and ran out the door.