"I'm sorry, okay!" Robin yelled back. "But I just — "
Suddenly, alarms went off at the tower. Robin saw Raven appear at the door to their training room. "Who — " Robin began.
"It's Slade," Raven said.
No sooner did Raven disappear that Robin began to run after her. However, he hadn't gotten more than a step forward before Cyborg grabbed him by the arm.
"No, Robin," Cyborg said.
"What are you doing?!" Robin yelled. "It's Slade, Cyborg! We've got to stop him!"
"No, you don't. Until you can calm down and trust us again, I'm not letting you leave this tower," Cyborg said.
"You're punishing me?" Robin growled. "The leader of the team?"
"It's better if you sit this one out, man," Cyborg said. "Stay here and get some sleep."
"Sleep?" Robin laughed. "You think I'd sleep with you guys out fighting Slade? What if something happens again?!"
"Then we'll deal with it!" Cyborg said, tightening his grip on Robin's arm. "But I'm not going to deal with a leader who can't even trust his friends!"
"If you try to make me stay behind . . . " Robin began.
"You will stay behind, man," Cyborg said. "Unless you want me to strap you down to prevent you from following us, you're not coming."
Robin glared up at Cyborg. The two stared at each other for several moments before Robin finally sighed. "Okay. Fine," he spat. "I'll stay here."
"Good," Cyborg said. "And when we get back, we need to have a talk as a team. Because we haven't been acting like one recently."
Robin nodded in defeat, watching Cyborg go and hearing the Titans leave the tower. With another sigh, he wondered what was going to happen. What was Slade up to? What was his plan? Could the rest of the Titans really handle it without him? Robin had just walked into the living room and sat on the couch before he stood up. What if Slade injected them with the same substance that he got? What if they all got infected, and he was right back where he was two months prior? Robin punched the couch in anger, accidentally putting a hole in it. He blinked in surprise, but the anger came back right away. He hadn't even warned them! Hadn't told them of the mysterious substance Slade had injected him with so that they could be on alert! What would happen if they got hurt again? What kind of leader would he be?
Getting up from the couch, Robin considered. Should he go against Cyborg's command and follow them, warning them of what might befall them if he didn't say something? After grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, Robin picked up his communicator. He had to tell them all about Slade, about the injection. He had to warn them. "Titans, come in!"
"Robin, relax, dude," Cyborg said over the communicator. "We can handle it."
"Yeah, go to sleep!" Beastboy said.
"No, you guys have to listen to me!" Robin yelled. "I need to tell you — "
There was sudden scuffling on the other end, a cry of, "Titans, go!" by Cyborg, then the transmission was cut. Robin's mouth fell open, and he was so caught up in the idea of his teammates fighting Slade alone that he dropped his glass on the floor. It shattered, but Robin was already up and moving toward the Tower doors. He had to leave. He had to go and help them. He had to warn them . . .
Robin had forgotten about the glass he'd dropped, but he was painfully aware of its presence when he slipped on the water on the floor and fell hard, screaming in pain as a glass fragment pierced into the palm of his hand. He pulled out the glass and applied pressure to stem the bleeding. He couldn't tend to this wound now. He needed to leave and find the Titans. He needed —