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Chapter 1

Robin entered the main room of Titans Tower carefully, as always. If there was no one in the room, he always had the urge to search it for anything out of the ordinary. Some might call him too suspicious, but he couldn't help it. It was just a bad habit, one he really couldn't let go of. A part of him was afraid to, a fear he wouldn't admit to anyone, especially his friends.

He glanced around suspiciously.

Just walk away. He told himself. He knew it was safe. Cyborg had worked his robo-but off on the security in the tower, and Robin had double-checked it!

Secretly, of course. Cyborg would have a fit if he found out Robin had checked his tech! And improved on it . . . a . . . bit more than he should've . . . .

But it didn't matter. Robin took deep breaths as he walked to the couch. He could cook breakfast for the team . . . .

"Breakfast is the most important human meal of the day! Um, isn't it, Robin?" Robin shook his head. He didn't need to be alone in the main room. He needed some fresh air. His cape flowed behind him as he walked toward the door he had just entered through.

His feet moved automatically as he let him mind roam everywhere but where it wanted to go. They were dead. No need to let his mind examine it closely. They were dead. No second thoughts. They had to be . . . .

Robin was assaulted by the cool morning air. The dark city made his heart pound. It really was beautiful. It sometimes made him wonder why people spent their time sleeping when they could be admiring something so great. There were dark rings under Robin's eyes. Not that anyone could see them.

He took a deep breath and sat on the ledge, his feet hanging over the edge.

Sometimes, he wondered what would happen if he just fell. It would hurt. Really bad. But would he be around for very long? Would it be just like them . . . .

His arms tensed, as if waiting for him to confirm the thoughts were real.

"Robin?" His arms relaxed. He wouldn't fall, not if someone was going to watch, be traumatized. Especially not her.

"Hey, Star. What are you doing up so early?" He asked the alien.

"Uh, just woke up. I thought I would come up here and look at the stars." She smiled, sitting next to him and pointed at a star. "That one's Tamaran."

He gave her a small smile. "Home-sick?"

She glanced at him, "I . . . I may have the sickness of home, but I do not feel at all sick."

Robin had to smirk. She made things much too easy. "Home-sickness just means that you miss your home."

She smiled at him, "Ah. But I do believe I've had enough of home for a long while after that last visit."

Then she realized what she said. They blushed, looking away as they remembered those events. They turned their attention to the rising sun. It was a truly magnificent sight. Starfire paused.

"It's amazing." She whispered.

"Yeah." He agreed, thankful that he was no longer blushing.

"Robin?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever get the home-sickness?"

"No."

There was a pause. She didn't expect that answer. Who wouldn't miss the place they were raised in? It was a place of comfort and security. Why didn't he feel that way? Did something happen?

"Why not?"

There was another pause. He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't handle it himself. No, he wouldn't tell her. He couldn't. He would just tell her some of the truth.

"My home life wasn't very," Hm. What was the word? What could he say? He decided on something simple, "happy."

She frowned at him. The way he put it didn't sound very good. Before she could ask what he meant, she heard loud voices drifting up through the entry way she had used to get up there.

"Dude! All those cute little animals! How can you live with yourself?" Came Beast Boy's horrified voice.

"Happily. Now pass me the bacon." Came Cyborg's voice.

"Dude! We're having tofu!"

Robin stood abruptly. If he were anyone else he would've accidentally fallen off the edge. Maybe then he would have his answer.

"I guess it's breakfast time." He helped her up before he strode away, Starfire standing in the dust. He wasn't just hard to figure out. He was elusive.

By time Robin entered the main room, Cyborg and B.B. were cooking side by side, pretending the other wasn't there. That made things both easier and harder.

"Morning, Robin." B.B. greeted easily.

"Morning." Robin replied, falling onto a stool.

Then things got quiet. No one even noticed as Starfire walked in.

Except Raven.

She glanced over at the other girl, sensing her mood. They connected eyes. Abruptly, Raven stood and walked to Star's room. Starfire walked in and collapsed on the bad. The empath carefilly sat next to her.

"Speak."

"It's Robin."

. . .

The group stood on top of one of the largest buildings. They waited. They were careful.

"Now?" One asked. He sounded almost whiney.

The leader, a dark figure starring out across the sea, nodded.

"Yes!" He sounded happy. Too happy.

The girl next to him snorted as if her fingers weren't interlocked in his. He made a light protesting sound before stopping himself and reaching out to caress her face. She blushed.

"You can't say you're not happy to get our little brother back."

She smirked, moving his hand off her face, "You're right. Start the plan."

At that, even Superboy smiled.

Their little brother was coming back.

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