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It's not like I expected any gratitude. Robin walked behind the group. The rain was still falling and if possible it fell harder in the light of recent events. He watched his team file into the T-car and he took shotgun. The entire drive back was in tense silence. Robin tried to start a conversation once but received a quick and blunt answer from Beastboy and no one said anything else. Eventually the car rolled to a stop somewhere in the basement of the Tower. The engine turned off and the team and Robin exited the car. Each left the scene to go about whatever recreational task that they felt like doing at the time. Probably last minute snacks and then good night world. Robin wanted to clear something up though.

"Guys?" The four stopped and turned to face their former leader, each of them sharing a cold and almost uncaring expression. "You understood what I meant earlier, right?" He was met by silence that lasted for a whole agonizingly slow minute. "Right?"

"We understood completely." Raven's expression was completely emotionless but anyone could tell by the feel of the air that she was feeling something, and it wasn't positive. Soon after she turned on her heel and continued down the hall. The other three nodded briefly and followed after her. Robin let them gain distance before even thinking about taking another step.

"Things have been kind of hard for me lately."

"They've been hard for all of us, man." Robin threw a series of attacks at the red punching bag in the gym. It swung back in the momentum but came back around to meet another array of blows. Cyborg sat on a nearby bench by the wall watching his leader beat up the defenseless target. "You've been pushing yourself too hard again. Slow down, take a breather."

"I can't, Cyborg."

"Yes you can." Robin tried to ignore him as he continued punching the swinging target. "Remember when you took the guise of Red X?" Robin stopped punching. "Yeah, you became so wrapped up in getting to Slade you risked everything else."

What Robin said next came out heated and harsher than he meant it to be. "That was a mistake. One I'll ever make again."

"That's not exactly what I meant." The bird continued his exercises in some attempt to shut out the common sense. "It was the mindset you were in while you were going through that. We were separated as a team." The red bag swung back in the force of the roundhouse kick that Robin drove into it.

"That was a mistake." Robin repeated with more force than he delivered in the punch. From the corner of his eye he could just make out Cyborg shaking his head.

"Yeah…" Robin looked up to an empty hall. He followed after. He didn't feel anything really different. Did he even feel anything at all? He watched his shadow grow taller as he left the garage light behind. Maybe… Tomorrow was another day… Shut up. He silenced his thoughts and took a beeline to his room and shut the door with a quiet hiss.

Unlike him, the rest of the team went to the common room. They needed to talk.

"So he came back," Beastboy plunked down on the couch and crossed his arms backward over the padded cushions.

"I thought Robin said he was never going to come back."

"He wasn't," Cyborg answered as he sat on the back of the couch. "And I thought I knew the guy."

"We all thought we did." The green shifter set rested his chin on his arms. "I mean, he's Robin."

"Even we can't tell everything he means and doesn't mean." There was a moment of thoughtful silence before anyone said anything else. "Any idea what's gonna happen next?" Beastboy and Starfire shook their heads while Raven didn't seem to react. "Raven?"

She looked to her teammates. "I don't know. He might go back to himself."

"I do hope he goes back to himself."

"So do I, Star." Cyborg found something interesting on the floor to look at. "So do I."

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