~Beast Boy

I stared at the floor, suddenly finding it very interesting. I could tell Robin was staring, waiting for me to continue. I knew I would tell him sometime or another. I had to tell somebody.

"Do you remember when you asked me why I left my village?" I looked up. He was sitting in front of me on the floor. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could tell he was worried.

"Of course,"

"I...didn't leave by choice. I was taken away by a man who said to be my father's brother. He argued that I was rightfully his and he was taking me to the America's. I begged my family to let me stay, that I didn't know this man and I didn't want to be with him. But there was nothing they could do, I was not legally theirs. So he took me away, and that was the last I've heard from them. I was eight."

I paused, knowing that it was only going to get worse from there. Robin placed a hand on mine, squeezing it for reassurance. I sighed.

"The first few weeks I was with him, he seemed like any other loving parent. He built me a fort in his backyard, played football with me, and read me bedtime stories," a weak smile appeared on my face. "Then the legal services left and everything changed."

"Uncle Galty, Uncle Galtry! Look what I drew! " the little boy ran up to the man, holding a piece of paper. He held it up proudly for the man to see. Unimpressed the man took another swig of alcohol.

"Leave me alone runt, can't you see I'm busy?" The man growled. Confused but still hopeful, the boy sat the picture on his lap and pointed.

"See that's me, and that's-"

"Danm it, I said leave me be!" He yelled, throwing the glass at the wall, nearly missing the boy. He stood wide eyed at the fuming man, who had now stood up, hovering above him. "Monsters like you don't deserve freedom!" In one swift motion, he picked the boy up from the collar of his shirt. The boy began to cry and scream, begging to be put down, but to know avail.

The man still holding the boy by the collar of his shirt, walked towards the cellar. Opening the door, he threw the boys down the stairwell, onto the concrete floor. The boy cried out in pain.

"I do not want anything to do with you, you animal. Now you can rot in you're cage like animals are supposed to!" The man slammed the door, leaving the terrified boy in the dark.

"I stayed in the cellar most of the time. Everyday he would come down and beat me. It didn't matter what he hit me with, his feet, his hands, even crow bars. He just liked seeing me in pain," I closed my eyes blinking back the terrible memories. Robin squeezed my hand again, reassuring that he was there for me.

"Even though I knew about my powers I was too scared to fight back, plus back then I didn't have very much control over it. Whenever the legal services came back to check on us, he would cover all my bruises and threaten me not to say a word or else he'll kill me,"

"I remember I was always hungry. He did feed me, but he would only give me scraps of raw meat and water out of a doggie bowl," I chuckled slightly. "I guess that's the real reason I became a vegetarian. "

"Gar, I-I didn't know-"

"Of course not, know one knows. Not even the Doom Patrol. I...never had the guts to tell anyone," I looked up at Robin. He had a mixed expression on his face. It was hard to pick out what he was really feeling at the moment. Empathy, confusion, anger, sorrow...guilt?

"How did you escape?" He was curious, and yet I could tell he didn't want the answer. I wish I didn't have the answer. I shake my head, my surpressed memory I tried all too hard to try and forget suddenly floating to the surface.

The Boy had gotten used to his life with his uncle, he had been living with him for little over a year. It became a routine to him. He's be locked away in the basement, waiting for his uncle to come home, either drunk or sober. Either way didn't make much of a difference. The man would come down the stairs, yell about how pathetic the boy was, and beat him. Once he was done he's throw him down some raw meat and lock the door.

The boy was used to the pain. He learned to not cry, that only tempted his uncle to hurt him more. He learned not to run away, he had been caught trying to sneak off as a rat and nearly got his head chopped off. And above all, never, EVER, talk back. More specifically, say 'no'. That only fueled his fire. The first, and only time the boy talked back was when the man first started hitting him He fought back, biting and slapping the man. The man got so pissed he broke one of his wrists with a single pull and didn't take him to the hospital until a few days after.

This night, however, the boy knew something wasn't right. His uncle came home from work, drunk as usual. The boy prepared himself for the worst, closing his eyes shut. What he didn't expect was his uncle, slowly running his hand through the Boy's green locks. This, scared the boy more than anything.

"Why don't you come upstairs with me, nephew," the drunken man said. Too afraid to answer, the boy followed the man up the stairs to his room. The man shut and locked the door behind them. The boy stood at the opposite side of the room, watching the man's every step. The man gave him a crooked, wicked smile. His yellow teeth glistening in the moonlight.

The man slowly made his way to the boy, a somewhat devilish look on his face. He forced his thumb underneath the boy's chin, forcing him to look up at him.

"Even with you're skin, you still remind me of Mark," he whispered, his breath reaking havoc in the boy's nostrils. The boy tried to look away, only to be forced back up go look at him. A small whimper emitted from the boy's mouth, but he quickly stopped, not wanting to anger the man. His uncle began to rub his thumb against the boy's cheak.

"Mark, why did you ever leave me?" The man leant in. In a panic, the boy yanked his head out of the direction of the incoming kiss. The man stared at him for a moment before drowning deeply. "Don't resist me." He warned.

The man's hand left the boys face, and onto the bottom of his shirt. The boy whimpered,this time not bothering to hold it in. The man just gave him a wicked smile before ripping the shirt clean off of him. Upon seeing the boys bruised green and purple skin, he began tracing each outline.

"Who could ever mark such a beautiful boy," he purred. By this time the boy was shaking, clenching his fist and shutting his eyes. As the man started tracing his wounds lower and lower, the boy's fear skyrocketed. It was only until the man reached for his belt buckle had the boy had enough.

"Stop," the boy growled, using his own hands to keep the belt together. "Stop it right now!" He yelled. At first, the man seemed shocked. The boy was too, if he could take back his words he could.

It all happened so fast. Before he knew it, the boy was on the floor, clutching his aching cheak. For a second he thought he'd gone blind, deaf even. It took a minute but eventually his sight and hearing came back, but the second it did, he wished it hadn't.

"You ungreatful piece of shit! I try to show you love, and you don't want it? You belong to me!" The man stormed over to his desk, yanking open a draw. He pulled out a large knife, showing it to the boy with a look of insanity. The boy's heart instantly froze. The sinking feeling of deaf fell upon him.

The man maliciously sauntered his way to the cowarding boy. The boy knew he should run, fight back, anything to get away from this man that was going to kill him, but he was too afraid and shocked to try. The first cut, across his bare chest burned like fire. The boy yelled out in pain, leaning over and clutching his chest.

"You're mine!" The man yelled, this time taking the knife and slicing it across his back. Again the boy cried out in pain, which only seemed to make the man want to continue. Each mark on his body hurt more than anything he ever felt before and the boy wished for death.

Now, the boy layed on his stomach, teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness. He felt a wait on his back, causing him to cry out in pain once more. The man wrapped his hand around the boy's neck and began carving his initials in the back of his neck.

"You belong to me! You hear me? Nicholas Galtry!" That was it. These would be his last final breaths. He could finally be with his parents and be happy. Death didn't see of that bad an option. And as his eyes clouded with darkness, the faintest of smiles spread across his cheeks.

"When I woke up the next morning, all my wounds were healed. My uncle layed across the floor on the other side of the room, drowning in his own pool of blood. There were blood stains and claw marks all over the walls. I think that was the first real time I turned into the Beast, but back then I didn't know about it. I didn't question it,"

"You killed him," Robin said. His voice wasn't angered or shocked, it was more of a statement than anything. I shook my head.

"Yes, well I thought I did. I didn't check. As soon as I realized I could leave that's what I did. I only stopped to grab some of my parents belongings and some cash. I never looked back." I looked at him, my eyes watering. "I guess that's the real reason I'm telling you about this. I'm...scared,"

By this time I could no longer hold it in. My tears ran freely and I didn't try to wipe them away. For all these years, I've tried to suppress these memories, forget it ever happened. That's how it's been when I first left my uncle for death. I never wanted to be reminded of the sin I had done.

"I've been having dreams of him. They're so real, Dick." I said in-between my sobs. I could hardly get the words out. "Each time, he has his way with me and then kills me in the slowest way possible. He's looking for me, I know it!"

In an instant, Robin was beside me on the bed, pulling me in and wrapping his arms around me. Though I was shocked by the gesture, it felt good to have someone's shoulder to cry on. So that's what I did. And as I cried, Robin whispered sweet nothings into my ear, running his fingers through the back of my hair.

"Shh, its okay,"

"I'll protect you,"

"I won't let anything happen to you,"

And I believed him.


I opened my eyes, feeling warmer and safer than I have been for awhile. Which was odd, because I don't remember changing my bedsheets. And since when was my room yellow?

I shot up, looking around. It didn't take long for me to realize whose room this was. And realizing that only made me remember the events of last night.

The door to the bathroom slid open, a gust of steam spilling into the cold room. Robin walked out, shirtless, drying his hair with a towel. I found myself watching the droplets of water roll down his chest. He certainly wasn't Robin anymore, at least not the way I remembered him. This Robin was more toned, and you could tell just how hard he tried to stay in shape.

"'Bout time you wake up," he said, noticing me in the bed. He frowned slightly, turning to the side. "And stop staring, it's fucking creepy," I turned away also, trying desperately to hold down my blush. "Sleep well?" He asked, grabbing a shirt out of the drawer.

"Uh...yes. Did I really fall asleep here?" I asked, not really wanting the answer.

"Yeah, but I didn't mind. After awhile you fell asleep on me, and I didnt feel like hauling your ass to you're room," On a normal basis, I would've laughed, but my mind was still on the topic of last night.

"Dick," I started. "Promise not to tell anyone," I found myself whispering. His cheeful demeanor instantly dropped and he sighed. He sat down beside me,grabbing my hand and holding it up.

"Something like that...it shouldn't happen to anyone, especially someone so young...especially you. I-I know how hard this must have been to tell me, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, always. Even when I'm away." He brushed back a piece of my hair. Now we were both looking into each other's eyes. Even through his mask, I could tell he was being sincere.

"And I meant what I said. I won't let anything happen to you. And if...Nicholas Galtry is still out there somewhere, we'll be ready for him. What happened that day, if wasn't your fault," I held on to every word, as if it were my last. Hearing these sentences put my mind at ease. I felt upmost trust for Robin. I felt like I could tell him anything.

And as we stared into each other's eyes, I coudl feel myself leaning in. By the looks of it, Robin was too. Our faces were mere inches apart, only selerated by air. I began to close my eyes, leaning in closer until-

"Yo Rob, have you seen Beast Boy?" We both jumped back. I ran a hand through my hair, and Robin quickly threw on his shirt with a curse. There was no hiding my blush, and I wished I could just crawl into a hole then and there.

Robin turned towards me, somewhat disappointed, and with a slight tinge of red on his cheeks.

"Hide," he demanded before walking towards the door. I nodded and shifted into a lizard, taking cover under the bed. I watched as Robin turned around to make sure I was out of sight before opening the door I only got a glimpse of Cyborg from where I was, but it was enough to keep up with the conversation.

"What?" Robin grunted somewhat annoyed.

"I was wondering if you've seen Beast Boy. I haven't seen him for the past two days. " there was a slight pause, and for a moment I thought Robin was going to give me away.

"Beast Boy is his own person, I'm sure whatever he's doing, he's fine." Robin reassured.

"It's just not like him to not check in on us, y'know?"

"Give him until tonight. If he's not here we'll call a search party," Robin suggested.

"You're the boss," Cyborg said. But by the tone of his voice he didn't agree. Another pause. "Were you talking to someone?I thought I heard someone else in the room,"

"Just me and my thoughts," Robin deadpanned. A few seconds later Cyborg gaved in. He wished him a good day and left. Robin closed the door behind him, crossing his arms.

"You can come out now,"

"I crawled from beneath the bed and transformed into my normal self, a slight pout plastered on my face.

" hey! How come you open the door him, bug whenever I try you don't even bother answering!" I demanded. Robin shrugged with the slightest of smiles.

" He only comes for emergency's. You on the other hand was a pest that wouldn't leave me alone,"

"It worked didn't it!" Robin pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, though I could tell he was smiling.

"Alright brat, you better go before you get into more trouble than you already are. I really have no time for search parties." I sighed standing up and heading to the door.

"Thanks," I say. "For everything,"

"I'm glad you told me," he said. I offered a slight smile before opening the door a crack. Then I remembered something.

"Wait, didn't you have something to tell me?" I asked. He frowned and neither of us talked for a moment. Then he sighed.

"It can wait,"


This is probably one of the fastest updates I had in a while!

I was originally planning on making this chapter longer, but then I thought this chapter gave out a lot anyways.

*POSSIBLE WARNING FOR NEXT CHAPTER

This is where the M warning comes to play. There may be smut in the next chapter, but even if you aren't fan of it, I advise you to skip over it and read the next part! It is very crucial for the rest of this story, which may only have 3-4 chapters left!

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