Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS (even though that'd be flippin' awesome!)
A/N: This chapter is short, yes, but I had it in my mind, and it needed to be written :)
The timer on the screen of Titans Tower did not go away, no matter how much Cyborg tried to get it to disappear. As the hours ticked by, Robin spent his time within a small room, trying to figure out where Red X could be... trying to figure out who he could be. Hours ticked by, and Robin knew he was running out of time. But he also knew what he would choose to do at the end of the week.
After hours of researching, Robin's computer crashed, and he banged his fists against the table. He saw his reflection in the blackness, and for once, he was ashamed... ashamed of who he had become.
"Sorry dude, I cut all the power off to see if I could get the timer to go away."
"Did it work? Robing asked, still staring at the black computer screen.
"The timer's still up. I don't know what to do man." Cyborg responded, leaning against the doorframe. In the distance, Robin heard something that sounded like glass breaking. He snapped his head up, and Cyborg put his hand on Robin's shoulder.
"It's Starfire. She's been throwing things in her room for about an hour." Cyborg said, and Robin looked up at him.
"What's wrong with me, Cy? Why can't I just figure this out. I created Red X... I should be able to destroy him." Robin said, and Cyborg shook his head.
"You're letting too many things distract you. You and I both know that as much as you want to take down Red X, you have someone else on your mind right now. And you're not going to be able to concentrate until you make things right with her."
Realizing that Cyborg meant Starfire, Robin stood up.
"You're right. I need to talk to her." Robin said, walking out the door as he took one last look at his reflection... one last look at his own personal monster.