HEYYY!!! Ok, my last story I hate with all my heart so I don't intend to continue it. If you REEAALLYY want me to finish it, I might, but…I don't know. Anyway, this story is one that I kind of know the ending to but I just don't know all the details. Disclaimer: As much as this is painful in a rip my heart out kind of way, I don't own Teen Titans or the characters, or anything or anyone else I put on here….but I wish I did…anyway enjoy! =3

Chapter 1: Memories

Robin woke with a start. Again! It happened again! He closed his eyes and massaged his temples, trying to slow his beating heart. These dreams kept coming! There was nothing he could do to stop it. They were getting worse and worse, and more frequent. The memory of his dream came rushing back.

He was in Slade's lair. With the big, white monitors and the slow turning of the hundreds of gears, it was torture. He was there. He was always there: His signature orange and black mask and his single, penetrating eye staring straight at him. I wonder if he chose Halloween colors on purpose... Then he moved and for some reason it set off a silent signal to Robin's brain to make his heart beat faster. "You won't admit it, but at some level, you enjoyed stealing for me."

Robin always woke up at that point. It's not true! I hated it! I would never be a criminal! He kept repeating this over and over in his mind until he wasn't shaking anymore. He let out a long breath and jumped out of bed. Keep it together you idiot! It was just a dream. After he had showered and pulled on his uniform, he headed toward the main room. When the doors slid open, he was greeted by the sweet smell of sizzling bacon, waffles, and some fake-looking thing that Beast Boy was attempting to make.

"Oh, friend Robin, you are awake!" Starfire wrapped her arms around him and kissed him in a short, passionate kind of way because any longer would have made certain people pretend to gag. Since their last, major battle in Tokyo, their relationship had really started to take off. "Cyborg is making the waffles and the bacon, and Beast Boy is…" Robin unconsciously tuned her out. He was too busy noticing how her hair fell like a curtain around her face and how her green eyes sparkled whenever she looked at him…God, she's pretty…

"So, will you try it?" She finished. Her eyes were boring into his, those adorable, puppy-dog eyes. His smile faltered for a second. There's no way I'm going to let her know I haven't been listening! She'll get mad or sad or do some…Tamaranian custom of listening…thing…!

"Umm…sure?" He said it more like a question but, fortunately, the sparkly-eyed alien didn't notice. He heard a snicker from Beast Boy and wondered what he'd just said yes to.

"Oh Glorious!" She bounced off and as Robin watched her, she retrieved some purple-looking-thing from the fridge. His heart dropped. GAA! I'm such a retard! Stupid, love-sick puppy… She poured it in a glass and even the sight of it made him nauseous. He took it from her and peeked into it cautiously. It looked even worse up close. He closed his eyes and took a small sip. It tasted like sushi and pepperoni pizza. He tried not to make a face but, failing, he let the sludge-like stuff slither down the back of his throat. He coughed and sputtered but took one look at the sad look on Starfire's face and decided on not puking it up.

"It's…interesting." He practically spat the words because he was still trying not to puke. "I'm sure it's good on you're planet!" He quickly added as he saw her face fall at his words.

"On my planet, it is called Glugmotzit. It is the drink for the running away of the bad dreams." She recited.

He froze. What did she just say!? He stood there in shock and stared blankly ahead. He was vaguely aware of Star's face changing to concern. How did she know? She couldn't have! I was dreaming it! Did Raven see my dream? Did she tell them!? No, she wouldn't do that! She respects my privacy!!! But did she hear what he said? Why should it matter? What he said wasn't true! I wouldn't want to be a criminal! Would I? No! NO! I wouldn't! I-

"ROBIN!" he jumped at the sound of his name.

"WH-AT?" his voice cracked in surprise. He cleared his throat and looked up to see the Titans staring at him with concern plastered on their faces.

"Man, are you ok? You're paler then Raven!" Cyborg spoke again.

"Uh, yeah, it must have just been the…after effect of…whatever that stuff was that Star gave me. I'm OK…" I'm such an idiot! I've been hyperventilating this whole time! Ug, I even dropped my glass! He bent down to pick up the glass. Grrr! I spilled it! What do you want them to think? You're crazy!? He mentally cursed himself and watched as the goopy mess picked itself off the floor and landed in his glass. "Thanks." He muttered to Raven and went to go put the glass in the sink. He inhaled and closed his eyes, bracing himself for an answer he didn't want to hear. " H-How did you know I've been having bad dreams?" He still couldn't believe that Raven had told them…

"We heard you scream in the middle of the night, but Raven insisted that you were only having the night of mares, so she told us to leave you alone." Starfire finished and looked at him inquiringly.

"I-I screamed?" Robin stared at them, astonished. I don't remember screaming!

"Yeah, like a baby!" Beast Boy snickered. " I could have sworn you were like, three years old or something, dude! By the way…" He asked more cautiously. "What…was it that you were dreaming about?" That's MY business! Not yours! He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to remind him, but a very loud beeping noise filled the room. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! "Ahhh! My breakfast! Beast Boy forgot all about Robin and raced over to try and save his now smoking meal.

"Serves you right." Cyborg smirked, "You shouldn't be cooking crap like that in the first place." He crossed his arms and his smirk got wider.

"It is not crap!" Beast Boy growled.

Robin shook his head and left them to their bickering. He plopped down on the table's booth next to Raven and watched Starfire try to calm the two Titans down. How could I ever want to leave this? His brows knit in confusion as he remembered another dream he had two nights ago.

He was bounding, rooftop to rooftop. He could feel the wind whistle through his hair as he did a flip off of one roof and landed on another. He landed so gracefully that the sheer joy of it made him laugh out loud. He remembered what he was supposed to do. He could see it now. The plain white building with a sign that simply stated: Jump City Museum. He felt his heart flutter. This was what he'd been waiting for. He slithered down the sides of the building and made his way to the museum undetected. His heart skipped a beat at what he was about to do. He snuck a standstill on the camera so it wouldn't see him and slipped inside. He accidentally knocked down a sign. He took a glance at it and saw what it said. Closed. He cocked his head to the side and let a small smirk jump to his face. If it's closed then how'd I get inside? He loved this. Just the feeling of knowing he was a lawbreaker and a criminal and that he was…bad made his heart beat faster as the thrill of a challenge kicked in. Nobody can put a leash on me! I'm above the law in more ways than one. His sensitive detective skills quickly alerted him to an officer parading around like he was the king. Not in this jungle! He thought it was almost TOO easy to sneak up behind him and knock him unconscious. So when he grabbed some of the priceless artifacts he stopped. He swiveled his head around and peered at no doubt the most priceless thing they had. (Not to mention the most heavily guarded). There it was, sitting on a golden pedestal, just waiting to be snatched: The golden statue of the Egyptian goddess, Bastet. He maneuvered his way around the trip wires and other various security devices and found himself within arms reach of it. He reached out to grab it but before he could he heard a voice "Stop!" He woke up.

Why would stealing make me feel like that? I'm a hero. I always have been, always will be. I have no other path I could follow. Especially the one of a criminal. He was jolted out of his ponderings when a pile of waffles and bacon was placed in front of him. "Wow! Thanks, Cyborg! They smell delicious!" He smiled up at his walking computer friend.

"Yeah, well Beast Boy wont eat them…" He grumbled to himself.

"They're made of MEAT!" Beat Boy exclaimed as if he'd said that a million times (which he probably did).

Robin rolled his eyes and left dove into his breakfast. He was about halfway through when an alarm went off. He jumped up and raced to the main screen. He was already typing away furiously when his friends reached his side.

"Who is it?" Raven asked inquiringly.

Robin's heart turned to stone when he saw-or-when he didn't see who it was. Retard! You should have reinstalled those cameras when you had a chance! Now you don't know who it is, what you're up against, or if you're senticing you team to death! He inwardly kicked himself for forgetting something so simple and spat out "I don't know, but that just means we'll have to put up extra guard. Titans, Go!"

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They arrived on scene and heard screaming coming from the new pizza place. Beast Boy was sure glad when they put up a new one. They all ran to the door, but before they dove in, the noise stopped. He put his arm out to stop the Titans from entering. He had a really bad feeling about this. It was like a terrifying kind of Deja Vu. Don't go in! A voice inside his head screamed at him. He ignored it and signaled his team to enter. Cyborg busted down the door they all jumped in. Robin automatically whipped out his bo-staff and glanced around. There were tables that were overturned, broken peices of glass, and terrified citizens huddled in one corner. He located the source of the catastrophy. A girl with a tight, little black suit on was leaning over and stuffing money in a bag. "Freeze!" He yelled.

No, thanks, i don't do cold." A familiar voice shot back. I know that voice! But where have I heard it? His blood turned cold as the stranger stood up straight to reveal a mask with little cat ears on top and a whip attatched to her hip. Oh, No! Panic shot through him and sent an almost painful tingle down his spine.

"C-Catwomen!?" He cried in an astonished voice.

"Been a while, hasn't it Bird-Bait?" She trilled as she turned around and stared straight at him. "Lets play a game."

Ok, sorry for all you comic book readers! My discreption of Catwomen may not fit what you've known, but this is how I view her and I'm going to keep it that way. Besides that fact, I hope you enjoyed it! =3