Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, Breath of Fire, DC Comics in general or anything else I drew on or one may suspect I drew from in the creation of this Fanfic, which incidentally is a non-profit work. Other than all the copywrited and otherwise preowned stuff however, this is all me.

Writer's Challenge: Robin gets Powers Challenge: This is a challenge to fanfic writers to write a Robin gets Powers Fanfic. I'm posting this because I have been looking around and have noticed a sad lack of them, especially once you remove vampirism from the equation. As Such, I challenge any potential or established fanfic writer who thinks they have the skill to prove it by writing a Robin with powers Fanfic. It could be anything, like Robin blackmails Malchior for power, or Robin gets critically injured and becomes a half-demon from oversaturation with Raven's power when she heals him, or robin gets a blood transfusion, or Robin gets exposed to a alien virus/bio weapon/experimental compound/mutagen etc, stopping a robbery, or Robin modifies/experiments with the nanomachines the titans were infected with during the Slade incident, or Robin gets changed by Raven on accident or by something in her room while looking for her, etc, or robin gets cursed powers. Extra points for well written Half-Demon Rob-Rae fics, but there are a lot of possibilities, so if you're looking for a challenge, then pick one and GO!

Note on Continuity -

This and many others of my stories take place in Mid-Worlds, Alternate realities born to bridge the Gap between DC universe's Earth-T and a different, non-parallel Earths (e.g. Between DC universe's Earth-T and an alternate dimension equivalent such as the Breath of Fire 1-3's Earth, as opposed to an alternant reality equivalent such as DC universes Earth-1), kind of like the gap between two sheets of paper, and how the gap belongs to both sheets of paper, with different degrees of ownership for each piece of paper depending on which side of the gap. As such, if you have continuity issues, then :P to you, as it's not the original Earth-T and is thus somewhat different (e.g. things such as why Robin left Gotham and Batman).

Note on Scene Break: having a downspace followed by a –shift- then another downspace denotes a scene break, which may be used for various things, from a shift in location to a shift in perspective. I could make it more complicated, but I'm a simple-complex kinda guy, and for now I think I like it just fine as is.

Note on Rating: this story will be Rated M, for language partially, but mostly for possible future content. You have been Warned.

Now onto the Chapter!

Chapter 1: Confession

Robin had just arrived back at titan tower after being called to help manage a crime wave in Gotham. He was battered, bruised, severely wounded and bleeding, and all-in-all just plain wanting to patch himself up and sleep it off. So of course, when he sensed a malicious presence on top of the tower with the rest of the titans, he went to investigate.

Robin was in a relatively foul frame of mind as he ascended to the roof, thinking along the lines that if this were something like Raven attacking Beastboy after he'd raided her room or something he might just stand and watch. Such thoughts were cut off as he opened the door to the rooftop only to see raven in the arms of a tall, dark stranger who was eying her like a piece of meat. His rage built at the very sight of the scene before him, and then he snapped.

-shift-

Raven had been lost in the enchantment of Malchior's eyes, in ways far more literal than she knew, only for her and the rest of the titans present to be jolted from their stupor by a visceral and inhuman snarl from the stairs, just in time for her to teleport clear of the descending jaws and embrace of, not a fellow Mage, but as she now saw, the Dark Dragon Malchior.

For an instant after escaping his grasp, Raven felt betrayed, and it was in this instant of stunned silence of the others and while she gathered herself to retaliate, that He descended.

It was Robin, it was said in the way he moved if nothing else. But at the same time it wasn't. There was no way this was Robin as they knew him, for the one who descended to smite the dragon, although wounded, was enshrouded in a savage aura and was mask-less, his eyes held the promise of his foes death and were terrible to behold, and as he struck a terrible and fatal blow with a blade of midnight darkness, the others felt his fury at the dragon as it sang within his blood.

-shift-

As Robin felt himself come back from the brink of his bloodlust he looked over to the others on the roof, only to find them taken aback or in various degrees of shock at his actions, especially Beastboy and Terra who were comically huddling together in chibified teary-eyed shock as the Gem on Terra's forehead (somewhat similar to ravens in shape and design, but made of emerald) steadily dimmed from bright to dull blue-green in instinctive fear.

Seeing their stunned silence at his actions and his tattered maskless visage, He simply says "If you want something then I'll be in my room, though I suggest you don't come in." And with that he pulled his sword from Malchior's freshly expired corpse, flicking it clean of blood and gore while tucking it under his arm in a single movement with a warriors precision, then proceeded back down the stairs and to the awaiting yet extensive first aid kit in his room.

Everyone looked to one another for a moment before Beastboy burst out in an uncharacteristic manner of shock "Holy SHIT! I Mean did you guys SEE THAT! I've haven't seen Robin like this since that time with Cinderblock and those Slade bots, No wait scratch that, I've NEVER seen Robin like this! I mean, he just killed a DRAGON, like it was nothing and in one hit, using a Big-Assed SWORD of all things, and he, He KILLED!"

The rest of them, having heard many of their own thoughts voiced by BB (interchangeable with Beastboy) decided to voice their own opinion on the matter, beginning with Starfire.

"I too am worried about Friend Robin's sudden fearsomeness, although I am not sure if his actions should be counted as this "KILLED" you speak of, as on my home planet we have gladiators who engage in similar feats of strength, although even they are not so ferocious. I have also seen shows on your Earths T.V. where similar beasts are slain, which is also not seen as killing." She concluded, only to be rebutted by Cyborg who deciding against explaining how the dragon slayers on T.V. were almost certainly actors in made up stories began to speak.

"Star, as much as it pains me to say it, I think BB may be right for once. I know most of you were paying attention to Mr. Black-and-Scale-Wings over there, but the camera's in the tower caught Robin coming up those stairs and he Saw the dragon-" "Malchior." interjected Raven. "Right. Well what I'm saying is he saw this Malchior guy in a human form before he turned into a dragon and Robin shishkebab'd him in the head regardless. Now I know you want to say he probably thought Malchior was just some shape shifting monster or something, but either way we don't know if he even really cared." Finished Cyborg in a voice that suggested even he was disturbed by where his logic took him.

"So what should we do?" asked Terra. Cyborg replied "I think... I think someone needs to talk to him. Ask him what's going on and learn how he feels. Something like that."

This statement bought mixed reactions from the titans, Starfire and Raven in particular. Starfire, upon hearing Cyborgs statement, lost what little buoyancy she had left, while Raven puckered her lips as if she had tasted something bitter before breaking the newly formed silence.

"So then, who wants to go?" she said, to which Starfire hastily replied "I would very much like to be of help to Friend Robin, but I cannot as we Tamaranians have trouble with the sharing of the negative emotions, as they often cause us to lose hold of our powers, sometimes to disastrous effects." Although her reasoning was sound, Raven knew better. Both her and Cyborg had realised after they interacted with Starfire's people on Tameran that it was not a matter of Starfire's powers that kept her from comforting Robin, but rather a matter of mentalities which led Starfire to be unable to properly comprehend or accept the darker parts of Robins nature, thus resulting in her leading Robin on and keeping them from truely attempting to pursue a relationship.

Moving on from this, eyes turned to Cyborg "I would like to help Robin, I would, but I kinda get the feeling he wouldn't want to look weak in front of one of us guys right now, so I'm out, and since this doesn't seem to be a time for jokes then the same goes double for BB."

After hearing his statement Raven, and surprisingly BB, agree on both counts, to which eyes turn upon the changeling. "What, I agree with Cyborg, it's not the time for funny *everyone else looks shocked* and besides, when Robin was out here he was emitting Alpha-Male-Predator so strongly he almost burnt out my nose, so I think sending in your lovably masculine, pheromone emitting shapeshifter would be a pretty bad idea, and close to suicidal if Mr. Sparta in there can sense said pheromones and starts feeling territorial."

Needless to say everyone stood there gobsmacked by the unnaturalness and rarity of a serious and analytical Beastboy, taking almost a full minute to be free of their stupor and turn to the next in line, Terra, who began to sweat and shift nervously.

"Umm... Well, it's not that I don't want to help Robin, but we still haven't had a chance to clear the air between us after he had Raven send me to Azerath to train with the monks, mostly because he's been back and forth between Jump and Gotham helping Batman with that crime wave. I just don't know how we'll react if I tried to talk to him, I mean I'm grateful to him for the whole saving-me-from-the-dark-side thing, and especially for helping me by suggesting me going to Azerath to me and Raven, but since we haven't had a chance to sit down and talk about everything which happened with me, I just don't know if it'd go too well if I tried to talk to or give Him advice, you know?"...

After thinking in silence for a moment, the group looked to the remaining, purple haired titan, who simply said sarcastically "Yeah, sure, send the girl with the emotional range of an apathetic rock in a Zen garden to talk with a guy who just managed to make Beastboy act sober by his very presence"... The stares from her fellow Titans continued unabated and she looked at Malchior's body to avoid eye contact. After all, it was bad enough she could feel their emotions, she didn't want to have to see them. While slowly losing the mental struggle against her impending doom, she noticed a few iridescently powerful gems rise from Malchior's corpse where he was slain by Robin's Sword, and nonchalantly used her powers to pluck the stones from the air above the dead dragon and draw them to herself, where she promptly quarantined them in a pocket dimension within the shadows of her robe. Still hearing nothing but silence even after this action she relented somewhat. "...Fine, but I accept no blame for any explosions, homicides or crimes against nature or other such atrocities which may occur as a direct or indirect result of this." Raven said before fading into the floor of the roof and making her way to Robin's room, leaving the others to sweatdrop in her wake at both her quasi-legally binding words of doom and her casual looting of the dead dragon, while wondering if this was indeed such a good idea.

Raven arrived at Robin's rather simply labelled door after phasing through the roof and stopped outside it. She then knocked on it next to his metallic name plaque before calling out in her usual monotone. "Robin, we need to talk. May I come in?"

"Can you come back later?" she heard in a voice that sounded like Robin, yet strained enough to immediately arouse suspicion. Ever sarcastic, Raven replied "Why, are you doing some "self-maintenance" or something?" adding just enough dry innuendo to her voice that the insinuation got across, causing Robin to be caught off guard due to who said it and hurry to deny it due to shocked embarrassment. "What? NO! God, do you think I came in here to jump around naked or something?"

"Well good, then you won't mind if I come in and we talk" said Raven before phasing through the door of Robin's room, only to find him hiding in the corner of his room under a blanket and enshrouded in shadows. Unable to seeing him in within the blanket in the shadows, Raven reached her hand out to the light switch to turn on the light, but paused for a moment as she heard a sudden protest. "Don't!" Exclaimed Robin hastily, his voice portraying such anxiety it halted Raven's hand in its progress. "Robin?" she queried, "Robin, what's wrong?"

As she waited for a response, Raven couldn't help the thought that something must be deeply, horribly wrong. The reason behind it was simple yet at the same time all but incomprehensible. Robin, the same Robin who went toe to toe with metahumans and monsters on a daily basis with nothing but his own vanilla mortal strength and a belt full of gadgets to back him up, that Robin showed Fear.

Slowly Robin moved to face her, and Raven's breath hitched as she heard the hitch of vulnerability in his voice.

"Please Raven, promise you won't hate me?" Robin all but begged of her. Hearing this Raven replied with a question of her own. "Robin, why do you think I could ever hate you?"

Expecting affirmation of their friendship rather than looking for an answer, Raven was somewhat shocked when Robin tilted his face under the blanket so his eyes were level with hers and gave one. "Because Raven" he said, his voice cracking on slightly on the words, "I'm Brood".

Even if Raven was expecting a dozen possible answers, what she heard would have never been among them. As if to crush the last vestige of rebellion from her mind after seeing the denial on her face, Robin dropped the blanket from its hooded position around his head and let it rest upon his shoulders, leaving Raven to gaze into his mask-less, reptilian-slitted, deep blue eyes.

-shift-

At first Raven was in denial, but after Robin dropped the blanket to his shoulders and she gazed into his non-human luminescent deep blue eyes, she was envious of her previous state, tenuous grasp on reality be damned. As soon as she saw his eyes and it registered to her what she was seeing, Raven was assaulted by memories of a thousand tomes and stories, all pertaining to one of the strongest, most feared races to ever walk the Earth or stride between dimensions.

The Brood. A race of such power they have decimated armies with their merest stirrings. A race of such inconceivable might they have ruined civilizations and toppled empires though the actions of a single champion. The Brood were a race known to topple gods from upon their lofty heights, or even to become such gods themselves. They were the Race whom had all but destroyed the world, fighting amongst themselves for the favour their goddess, bestowed by her in the form of keys which she gave to their tribes. Their goddess was known by most as Tyr, or sometimes Myria to others. They were the race who forged an empire in blood at the behest of that selfsame goddess years later, only to turn around and smite her. They were then thought to have died out from the face of the world, only for one of their number to reveal himself and murder a benevolent god in cold blood, an action they did not once, but again centuries after.

Dragons are known as mortal enemies to all who have magic in their blood. And this led to her last thought as she faintly gazed into his iridescent eyes.

'Robin is Brood; Robin is a Dragon'.

:end chapter:

So yeah, Robin's a member of The Brood. how will Raven react to this and what about the others? More on that in next chapter.

Also, this is the first solo fanfic I've ever really put up on this site, and as I currently don't have a proof reader/editor (aside from the wonderful application known as spell-check,) I welcome any and all advice both on writing styles and also including things such as "hey, you forgot to delete/finish a sentence at yada-yada point on page" because, lets face it, human + spell-check does not = infallible. It should be said that while I welcome all constructive criticism and advice, I don't welcome flamers, as a flamer is someone who bags out someones work yet is too lazy to put their money where their mouth is and sugest either a way to improve something or a different way of doing it, etc. Also, one of the reasons I'm doing this, aside from improving my writing, aside from the fact that I like both the Breath of Fire game series and Teen Titans and wanted to do a fanfic with them both in it, is that I have seen a remarkable lack of "Robin gets Powers" fanfics, especially ones where said powers aren't vampirism. Which is also why I'm posting a challenge on this page (see top for details). Anyway, see you next chapter and don't forget to review.