Together Always
By CrazyDeafGirl
Disclaimer: Don't own the Teen Titans.
Summary: The Teen Titans had died twenty years ago. All except Robin…
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Nobody knows what lies upon the island.
Some say it is a terrible beast.
Some say it is the secret lair of Deathstroke.
Some say it is a horde of demons.
Some say it is a pack of wolves.
Some say it is aliens.
Some say it is a horde of undead.
Nobody knows what lies upon the island…
And very few knew, and remembered, what was once seen, once heard upon the forbidden island, and all the witnesses are dead now, except for two.
One was a young man. A boy, really. Only seventeen years old. He did not tell a single soul about what happened for twenty years. Twenty years, then he recounted the tale to his daughter. Like him, she told nobody.
The tale is simple.
On the island, a terrible monster rests. The citizens of the Jump City did not know when the monster moved into the island, but they do know that the monster need to be removed. The sooner, the better.
They sent police, they sent trained professionals. None returned. And so the monster developed the reputation of being bloodthirsty, being absolutely horrific. It was said to be unstoppable.
Then the heroes of Jump City stepped forward; the Teen Titans. They vowed to remove the monster, to remove the threat, to protect their home. They were barely the boy's age, yet they were so much greater. They will face the monster.
It was a dark and stormy day. Mother Nature were in a fury. She called down lightning to tear apart the sky, she beckoned thunder to deafen the souls trapped outside, she churned the ocean, creating terrific waves that drowned many.
The boy was in a tiny fishing boat with his grandparents. They were all huddled together, shivering under their soaked blankets, their eyes trained upon the dark, forbidding island. A lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the boy leapt to his feet. Grasping the rail, he gasped, a gasp of horror.
On the shore of the island, somebody ran in a frenzy. The being tripped and stumbled like an injured drunken. It halted near the water, then scurried upon a water bike. The tiny craft roared to life, and left waves in its wake.
As the bike tore past the boat, the boy saw a sudden, fleeing glimpse of the team's leader: Robin. His clothes were so shredded, they barely existed, and the skin revealed were bloody, bruised. His hair were red with blood, and the large, swollen cuts on his face were glaring. But what the boy remembered the most vividly was the tears flowing from Robin's eyes, over his mask, down his bloody cheeks.
Few seconds – and Robin was gone, far from their sight. The boy's grandparents instructed him to never tell anybody what they had witnessed.
Barely a day later, it was known, and celebrated, that the monster was successfully slain. But also was known and mourned is the fact that their heroes, the Teen Titans had also fallen. They were mourned widely.
The true mystery today was not the method as to how the monster was slain, not how the brave teenagers died, not why their bodies are unrecoverable, but where was Robin? He had literally disappeared off the face of Earth.
And so, on the Titans Tower island, there are five memorials: tribute to Cyborg, to Beast Boy, to Starfire, to Raven, and to the Missing Titan, Robin.
Even still, Robin was never found. And over time, the Teen Titans went into history books; everybody knew who they were like everybody knew about Superman, Abraham Lincoln, George Washington.
What the history didn't tell the people is that there are still two surviving witnesses. The boy, now a man…
…and Robin.
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