Disclaimer: Just to be absolutely clear, if I owned Teen Titans I would be rich and I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I would be writing scripts and be a story writer for the Titans. Titans Forever!
Walking Through a Storm
The rain streamed in thick sheets, soaking Robin to the core. It was over. His once proud form was now gently inclined against the winds that were determined to slow him down. Anyone who had seen this walking loner would have just thought of him as they would have thought of anyone who walked in the rain. They might have taken a brief glance back and wonder, but no word would have been passed and soon it would have been forgotten.
A bolt of light blue lightning forked across the cloudy night sky. In that small moment the rain glowed a brilliant silver.
Almost like Cyborg's hardware. Robin thought absently. He stopped a moment and looked down to the gravel at his feet. Yeah, Cyborg…
The half machine behemoth was like the older brother. The kind of brother Robin always wanted but was denied. After his parents… He pushed the thought from his head and continued walking through the storm. It didn't matter now. That was the life he planned to put behind him.
He walked for about another ten minutes until he heard something just to his right. He heard a children laugh and squeal as another lightning bolt flashed across the sky, shortly followed by rolling thunder. Their mother called to them from the porch. In answer the children looked to the sky once more and then raced back to the porch. This was exactly the kind of thing he had sworn to defend.
Robin couldn't help but smile. The commonplace scene reminded him of BeastBoy's childlike humor and Starfire's endless naivety and curiosity. The child-like laughter ceased and the door closed. After a moment he continued down the gravel sidewalk. Both were the lighter side of the team. Beasboy, the one to diffuse any argument or fight. The first one to suggest or say something to lift the tension in a bad situation. His jokes were funny, every once in a blue moon. Well, it's the thought that counts. Right?
Starfire. The light, the hope, and the joy of the group. The pretty alien had always been the first one to see the silver lining in even the worst situations. Through out Slade, Red X, through The End…
Visions of the world during Trigon's reign played through his mind. Blood red sky, black silhouettes of buildings, stone people. It was hell. Another thing he could say and be among the few people who ever could say it and speak the truth. I've been through hell and back. Even though no one could see Or maybe it was because of that, he smirked. He went as far as that to save one of his best friends.
Then his thoughts trailed to Raven, the dark member of the group. Starfire's opposite and the one who saw the truth faster than the rest of them. She was the voice of reason throughout everything. An advisor and councilor. The two of them were alike in a lot of ways. But then again, as a group they were alike. The serious. The humorous. The strong. They were the Titans. Were.
The lone bird walked further through the falling wind driven rain. He watched as a loose newspaper fragment was carried in his direction. Hoping to find something to drive away his thoughts he caught the drenched piece and glanced at the main heading. Titans loose devastating battle against new villain. He released his grip and watched as the storm carried it away and out of his sight. If only he could cast away his memories just as easily. He shifted the bag on his shoulder and continued walking. Further and farther away from something even he didn't have the gall to face.
He heard an explosion echo off of the rock face to his left. On half training and curiosity he turned around. In the distance a flash of light dimmed and died. From the light he saw smoke rising and camouflaging itself in the clouds above. Another attack. He turned away. The Titans can take care of it. He thought as he forged on. He could only take one more step before he heard another explosion. He stopped and the rain seemed only to fall harder. Pictures flashed across his sight in a slideshow of unwanted memories that someone else controlled. Like a little kid who wanted to see how fast the frozen images could move.
Then it stopped.
Robin cast his gaze to the sky. As if it could somehow divine for him what was to happen next. A lighting bolt sparked through the black clouds. Pointing back to the city. Pointing with the hand of fate.
Maybe I have time for one more fight...