Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans and their subsequent characters, nor can you blame me for writing this story. I really don't know what comes out of my head.
Robin flew through the window, shattered glass picking up splatters of his deep red blood.
Through pained vocals and an aching side, Robin groaned, "Titans, regroup!"
The Titans reassembled around Robin. Green, purple, blue, and orange flashes appeared before Robin's eyes before quickly disappearing into organized chaos again.
"What's the matter, little Robin? Too tired to play? Have you lost your wings?" Slade guffawed, taking his sweet time to dance around the Titans as if they were children.
Slade's minion robots had the rest of the Titans tied up fighting, as per usual, which gave Slade the ability to sharpen the experience of taunting Robin. Robin knew Slade wanted to get him angry enough to slip up and make a mistake, allowing Slade to capture him and use him as an apprentice... again. Hadn't Slade figured out that no matter how many times he tried, he would never be able to defeat the combined might of the Titans? Even alone Robin was a decent match for Slade, able to hold his own for a couple of minutes.
With those thoughts in mind, Robin sprang up from his position on the ground, fiercely ignoring the searing pain in his side and the cold sting of his fresh blood in open air. Robin whipped out his bo staff and leapt furiously at Slade, unleashing a fury of blows. Robin had Slade reeling on his toes before Slade shifted his weight and caught Robin's staff.
Using the momentum from Robin's swing, Slade took Robin's feet out from under him and slung him across the pavement.
"What's the matter, boy? Got your thoughts tangled up about your lost little friend? Or is it the Big Bad that your feeble intelligence can't comprehend? It's alright, your little friend is as good as dead to you now anyways," Slade mocked, reveling in his own evilness.
"Wait, who...?" Robin questioned.
"I believe your green pointy-eared teammate knows," Slade replied ominously.
I'll have to ask Beast Boy when we get back to the tower, Robin thought as he charged toward Slade.
Robin leapt into the air, his right foot extending towards Slade. Robin's speed and unpredictability took Slade by surprise. His foot landed on Slade's metal mask causing Slade to twist to the right, his vision waving before his eyes in temporary daze. Slade reacted by putting his hand on the ground and twisting his body to use the force of Robin's attack against him. Robin parried Slade's left hand and used his right to aim a right hook at his face which Slade neutralized.
Robin double back-flipped away from Slade, retreating his position to reassess his situation. Unbeknownst to Robin, Slade had charged forward headlong into Robin's body, sending him flying backwards and into a face full of concrete.
His face battered, side aching, and open wounds still stinging harshly on the cool night air, Robin picked himself up. Right hand, left hand. Push up from the ground, move hips to the right, then left. Plant both feet and turn around to face Slade. C'mon Robin, move! You can't let your team down now!
Thoughts racing, Robin forced himself up into a limited fighting stance. Staggering towards Slade, Robin opened his mouth in a scream of primal rage while putting all of his energy into one last berserker charge. Slade reacted on instinct by hopping back. He had hoped that Robin's frenzy would have taken him around and off balance. It didn't.
Robin anticipated that Slade would react predictably to what he had believed was a final desperate attack. Robin's prediction had paid off, and he extended the end of his bo staff with a flick of his wrist just in time to clobber Slade in the face with a metal ting.
Slade simply chuckled, straightening his mask, "So, you've learned some new moves, have you? You can't stop the inevitable, Robin. Your demise will be total. Your end will be undeniable. Your petty advances will only seek to take you farther over the edge of that which you have sworn against. Do you truly believe that thrashing around in the dark will do anything? You cannot begin to imagine the black abyss to which you are throwing yourself in. Embrace your inner darkness, little bird."
With that, Slade disappeared into the night taking with him what was left of his robot army.
Robin was slumped on the ground when the rest of the Titans found him.
"My Robin! What has happened to you?" Starfire screamed through teary eyes. "It was Slade. It must have been! I will take the initiative to defeat him for you! I will destroy him!"
"Starfire, it's okay, I'm fine. Just hurt, that's all. No reason to panic, alright?" Robin tried fruitlessly to comfort the distressed Tamaranean. Trying to calm a grieving Tamaranean was like trying to politely ask a charging bull to stop.
"C'mon, Star, give the man some room. You're crushing him to death," Cyborg pleaded with Starfire.
"Oh, I am so sorry Robin! I did not mean to hurt you!" Starfire apologized fervently.
"It's fine, Starfire. I just need to get back to the infirmary at the Tower and I'll be fine," Robin explained.
Beast Boy chuckled, "Dude, I knew we could count on you. So, how'd you do it? Did you give him the ol' one-two? He run away with his tail between his legs? It must've been awesome fight for you to have gotten so messed up!"
Robin glared at Beast Boy, causing the green changeling's attitude to do a 180. "We," Robin emphasized, "need to talk. Alone. I need to know about Terra."
Beast Boy gulped, unsure of how to reply to such a straight forward statement.
"Yo, Robin, lighten up. You just got Slade to retreat. He's on his heels. Lay off of BB, okay? Plus, we've got plenty of time to talk later when we get you back to the T tower, man," Cyborg commented, trying to relieve the tension Robin had created.
"Fine. Slade just... said some things that were a little disturbing. And I didn't win. I still don't know why Slade left, actually. I'll look through his files as soon as we get back. And no, I won't brood about it. I mean, it's not like I obsess about everything."
Robin was clearly agitated at what had happened, so the rest of the Titans silently agreed that they would lay off with the questions until they returned to the tower.
So, what do you think? I've got a fairly large storyline set up as what should have been Season 6, but I really don't want to label it that way seeing as how many people have tried to finish up Season 6 and have failed. Basically, I'm taking every drop of info I can from the final episode. And yes, I know Slade was interested in Beast Boy, not Robin. Just wait it out, that'll be addressed eventually. I'm going to try and release a chapter (hopefully double or triple the size of this one) once a month. But don't hold me to it! I'm a growing writer, so be careful with me! (Yes, that was meant to sound that way) I also want to add a little bit of a comedic element into the story, but this was the opening chapter. And, don'tcha know, all opening chapters have to be short and labeled as prequels! Right? Right...
Don't forget to do a pretty little review for lil' ol' me! (Criticism helps, I promise)
Heh, I reread over the document using MS Word and boy do I suck at grammar. Errors have been fixed!