Realizations Chapter 1: Robin's Realization, a teen titans fanfic

Okay, I can't resist! Ivy's review for the last chapter of my story, "Inspired Again", gave me the perfect idea. For those who are new and decided to try out this story, STOP! This is a side-story (Or sequel or whatever you would like to call it) of my second mini-story in "Inspired Again". In order to understand this story, you'll have to read that first.

If you don't understand what I am saying, allow me to explain: "Inspired Again" is actually a story with two "mini-stories" in it. Each chapter is based off a different sentence by The-New-Nightingale (from her story "Inspired"). 3 chapters make up one mini-story thus the first 3 make up the first story (Part One) and second 3 make up the second story (Part Two).

Okay, I think I explained it enough…or maybe too much. This story is based off "Part Two". And because Ivy was so obsessed with their concert, I was able to find a song by Linkin Park (Except Cyborg) to kinda base the chapters on!

Oh yeah, this story is based on Robin's trial after the Titans found out about him raping Raven. This will be 4 chapters long and be seen from Robin's, Cyborg's, Beast Boy's, and Stafire's views (In that order).

Ahem, DEDICATION: THANX A BUNCH TO IVY FOR BEING A GREAT FRIEND, COMING UP WITH THE TITLE, AND HELPING ME LOOK FOR SONGS!! OH, AND INSPIRING THIS STORY AND FOR HELP ON THE SUMMARY!!! I hope I covered everything. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. If I did, Robin would be in jail, Red X and Raven would be together, and Beast Boy would finally CLEAN his room!! I also do not own Linkin Park's song "Figure.09".

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Robin

(A/N: Ahem, I realize that Robin's past is different but I will be twisting it around.)

"Richard 'Dick' Grayson. Please come to the witness stand." That is what they called him. Not Robin, not Dick, no, they called him "Richard". The sound of it disgusted him. He wanted nothing to do with that name or the memory that came with it.

Nothing ever stops all these thoughts and the pain attached to them
Sometimes I wonder why this is happening
It's like nothing I can do would distract me when
I think of how I shot myself in the back again

Robin stood up from his chair and walked gracefully to the stand. He did not wear his mask despite the protests of his lawyer and adopted father, Bruce Wayne, and now stood in front of everyone with his identity revealed, although they didn't know that. All they knew was that "Richard" had been convicted of raping a girl (Ms. Raven Roth), who had died of internal bleeding, and now her three friends, "Victor Stone", "Kori Anders" and "Garfield Logan" were getting her justice.

'Cause from the infinite words I could say

I put all pain you gave to me on display
But didn't realize instead of setting it free

I took what I hated and made it a part of me

After taking an oath of saying the truth, Robin sat and awaited for the questions to start firing off. His friends' lawyer, Mr. Mathewson, walked up with his hands clasped behind his back. "Mr. Grayson, can you please tell the jury where you were on the night of November 7 at the time of 9:00?"

'Mr. Grayson' smiled, but not a polite or kind smile. It was a twisted smile of a sick, insane man. Mr. Mathewson shuddered slightly at the sight of it. "Of course, Mr. Mathewson, I was in my room…raping Raven Roth."

His lawyer, Mr. Dekep, who had taken a sip of water, immediately spit it out as the audience and jury clamored at his words. "Order!" The judge barked. "Order in the court!"

Robin smirked as he watched his sight. He icy, blue eyes landed on his friends and he could see they were mad and shocked at his answer.

(Never goes away)
(Never goes away)

And now…
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part of me
You'll always be my fear
I can't separate
Myself from what I've done
Giving up a part of me
I've let myself become you

"Order!" The judge barked again although the crowd would not listen as they threw insults at Robin.

"Rot in Hell!" One man yelled.

"Curse you and your children, and your children's children!"

"Damn you and your parents who bore you!"

Robin's eyes narrowed into the glare and he gritted his teeth as he thought,My parents…

Hearing your name the memories come back again
I remember when it started happening
I see you in every thought I had and then
The thoughts slowly found words attached to them
And I knew as they escaped away
I was committing myself to them and everyday
I regret saying those things cuz now I see that I
Took what I hated and made it a part of me

Flashback

Little Richard, no older than 7, looked at the slightly opened door in front of him. He could hear soft sobs coming from it. Richard slowly walked up to the door and pushed it open. His mother was on her knees, her face buried in her hands as she cried softly. She was covered with a blanket but Richard could still see some purple bruises on her exposed skin.

"Mom…"

His mother looked up, ashamed her son had caught her in such a position. "Richard, what are you doing here baby?"

"Mom, why do you have bruises?" Richard asked as he walked towards his mother.

"Dad was just a little drunk today, baby." His mother told him softly as she picked him up and brought him back to his room.

"Why does dad hit you mom?" Richard asked as he looked up at his mother, his innocent blue eyes wide.

"No reason, baby. Just forget about it okay?" His mother kissed his forehead and tucked him back in bed. Richard nodded and closed his eyes.

(Never goes away)
(Never goes away)

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The next night…

(A/N: Made up his parents' names :p, yeah, he's named after his father.)

"No! Let go of me, Richard!" Richard woke up to that scream as his heard his mother. He crawled out of the bed as he heard his father say,

"Come on, Linda…you know you like it."

"No! I don't! Stop it, Richard! That hurts!" Richard opened his door slightly and peeked through the crack. His father had a tight grip on his mother's arm and his mother seemed to be struggling. Suddenly his father brought his other hand back and slapped his mother.

"Damn bitch! I give you money, clothes, a home, and what do you give back in return? Nothing!"

"Richard! Let go of me!" Richard was shocked when suddenly his father forced himself on his mother. He took advantage of her and tore off her clothing. Poor, little Richard could do nothing but watch. "Stop! Please, stop…"

Richard listened with horror as his mother's pleads grew quieter and quieter before finally she stopped and only let the silent tears fall down her face.

Richard could not pull away from the door or tear his eyes away from the sight until his father was done and walked off to leave his mother broken. Richard could still hear her cries and a sudden rage filled him. Why was his father so cruel? Why was his mother so pathetic? And why was he their son?

Richard stood up and pushed open the door, his mother, who was still crying on the couch, did not see him as he walked towards the kitchen. Richard saw the drawer his mother always told him to never touch. Richard opened it and pulled out the biggest knife he could carry.

Richard walked up to the couch and his mother turned to see him. "Richard, baby, what are you doing up?" She spotted the knife in his hands and suddenly she became alarmed. "Rich-" She was cut off when Richard ran towards her, the knife pointed towards her. She stared at her son, her eyes wide with shock as her voice became stuck in the throat. The knife stabbed straight into her chest. In a sudden rage of seeing that pathetic, weak look in her eyes, Richard twisted the knife. His mother let out a scream before Richard pulled out the knife and let her drop against the couch.

"Linda? What the hell are you-" Richard turned towards his father, his arms stained with blood and a cold look in his blue eyes. "Richard?"

That was the last thing that his father ever said.

(Never goes away)
(Never goes away)
(Never goes away)
(Never goes away)

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About two years later…

Little Richard wasn't so little anymore. Being 9 now, he had grown taller and muscular although lithe. But if you were to look into his blue eyes, you would see the eyes of a wise, old man who had gone through a lot and learned a lot as well.

About two years ago, his parents were found dead in his apartment and Richard was found with blood all over him. Although investigators found Richard's fingerprints all over the knife and bodies, they couldn't bring themselves to believe a little boy had killed his parents. They suspected that the real killer had worn gloves, leaving no prints, and Richard, in shock, had picked the knife up then dropped it and went to his parents to get covered in their blood. No one knew the real truth though. No one knew that the seven year old had become a cold-blooded killer. Instead of locking him up in an asylum where he belonged, he was sent to the orphanage were he was cold to everyone.

But, he did not stay there forever.

"Richard," Richard looked up with his cold blue eyes at the orphanage lady. She never liked Richard since the day he came here, but pitied the boy for his past. "This is Bruce Wayne, dear, he's thinking about adopting you."

Richard looked up at the businessman and showed no respect for him. "Hey."

Bruce looked down at the little boy. Although he had no manners, he could see the boy had intelligence and skill. With a little work, he could be the perfect sidekick. "Hello Richard. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

That night, Richard went home with Bruce Wayne and was trained to become Batman's sidekick, Robin.

End of Flashback

Robin clenched his hands together and suddenly he could almost see the night he found his father raping his mother, except it wasn't his father and it wasn't his mother. Instead it was him and Raven.

(Get away from me)
Give me my space back you gotta just
(Go)
Everything comes down the memories of
(You)
I've kept it in but now I'm letting you
(Know)
I let you go so get away from
(Me)
Give me my space back you gotta just
(Go)
Everything comes down the memories of
(You)
I've kept it but now I'm letting you
(Know)
I let you go

Robin smiled as the judge, with the help of guards and the bailiff, finally got the crowd to settle down. As Mr. Mathewson decided he had no other questions, Robin realized one thing…

"Mr. Grayson," Mr. Dekep, his lawyer, called out as he got up since it was his turn to ask questions.

"Please," Robin interrupted. He smiled that wicked smile that sent shivers down everyone's back.

I've let myself become you
I've let myself become lost inside these thoughts of you
Giving up a part of me, I've let myself become you

"Call me Richard."

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I hoped everyone enjoyed that chapter! So, I would like to know, does anyone feel sorry for Robin and can understand why he did what he did? Or does everyone still this he's a ? Really, I'd like to know!

Man, I realized I was supposed to write this from first person, but I just wrote it and suddenly realized it wasn't first person. XP Sorry!

Thanx for reading!!! AND A BIG THANX TO POISON'S IVY!! You ROCK!!!

Ciao,

Xaleria