FudoTwin17: Well, I'm back!
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FudoTwin17: Ignore them. I'm sorry I haven't updated in while, but you know how messed up life can be. Now, before the disclaimer, I have an announcement. Um, as some of you may know, some of my stories are coming to a close. Sad, I know, but true. Anyways, at all times I would like to keep fifteen stories going. So I have an ongoing poll where you guys can vote for which stories you want me to write next. Now, the disclaimer.
Cat: She doesn't own Teen Titans.
Chapter 2
Crouching in the net, he examined the bodies carefully. There were three of them, side by side.
The first was a woman. She was blond and wore an unique outfit, not unlike the one his mother wore. She was face down with blood occasionally tangling her hair, but otherwise it was a smooth and silky blond. It covered her face, something Robin didn't want to see. He couldn't find a wound. There was no pulse to Robin's unhappiness.
The second was a strong, muscular male. His hair was short and black and cropped his painfully pale face. Robin didn't look at the face, only the trace amounts of blood on his costume. His stiff stance only helped fuel the painful recognition of death. Just as the first, he didn't see a physical was no pulse, just like the first.
The last was a male, not quiet as physically fit as the first two, but was fit. He looked Italian. His salt and pepper hair was dark and matched his suit. His skin was pale, but that was explained easily by the amount of blood dripping off him and beginning to pool below him. He had wounds, all perfectly visible. When Robin checked for a pulse, the man's face turned to the side.
Robin's blood ran cold.
Out of the bloody mouth of the murderer came a faint whisper, "Help me."
Robin was frozen.
Tony Zucco laid before him, dying.
His first thought was that Zucco didn't deserve to be saved. He was a dirty murderer who only cared about himself. He had killed his parents. He had tortured Dick Grayson for days on end purely for enjoyment after Dick had watched his parents die. He had tried to kill Batman. He tried to kill Robin.
And how was he repaid?
By being saved by Batman once and Robin three times.
Robin didn't owe him anything. Actually, he owed him less than nothing. Zucco owed him. Zucco owed him his life.
Zucco stared up at Robin, realizing how shocked he was to see him there. His body wanted him to give in. Painfully, he whispered, "Please."
Snapping out of his reverie, Robin made his decision.
He came willing to put his sanity on the line. He, however, wasn't going to put an innocent, or, in this case, a not-so-innocent, on the line. No matter who it was, it was his job to protect them. He looked away, not wanting to look at him anymore.
He moved to the edge of the net.
"Get the police down here." He called down to them, "And an ambulance. We have one living person close to death and two-"
Robin never got to finish his sentence. A hard kick to his back threw him over the edge of the net.
His mind reeled from the impact. He found forced down memories coming back up. His parents falling, staring at him with clear horror etched into their facial expressions. His mom calling his name. His dad's screams. His own tears as he stared at the broken, bloody figures.
Thankfully, he managed to shoot his grappling hook just in time to save him from certain death. He stopped a few inches above the ground next to his friends. He lowered himself down quietly, letting his team take in what had just happened.
"Friend Robin!" Starfire exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
"Fine, Star." Robin replied as undisturbed as if he had been standing there the entire time.
"Dude," Beast Boy stared at him, "What made you fall?"
"What's up there?" Cyborg asked.
Robin let them ask uninterrupted. He was busy staring up at where he had been crouched earlier. He hadn't fallen by accident.
When they quieted down, he finally answered, "They aren't as dead as I thought they were."
Two figures appeared in the shadows. Their gazes fell on the boy wonder. Each staring at the other, one thing was clear.
They were there to kill.
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