Your character is forced into a family reunion, along with every other member of their family. Is that good? Or would they rather not see some of them? How does it go, what happens?
Crime was down, which was both good and bad. Good because they were all more relaxed and able to hang out and do whatever. Bad because Robin couldn't help but be suspicious something else must be coming. Some unseen threat lurking in the shadows (while fewer than his usual stomping grounds) of Jump city. Some menace plotting away while they let their guard down. It didn't sit well with him, though his teammates didn't seem very concerned.
But there was a certain amount of attitude that came along with being a first time super hero. He didn't want to say cocky because it sounded rude but… it was true enough. He had before, knew plenty about it. All his other teammates were new to being superheros. Even Raven, their most conservative member didn't feel like if a threat popped up… the Teen Titans might not be able to take it down.
Robin knew from experience that… sometimes things could go drastically wrong. That if you weren't on your toes, people could die, things could be destroyed, or you could get hurt yourself. He'd been doing this long enough to know.
That line of thought seemed undoubtedly appropriate as the alarms sounded off, warning of an intruder on the bottom level. Raven sat up straighter from her meditation, Beast Boy and Cyborg's shouting over their game ceased as their heads turned and Starfire dropped Silky.
"Titans, Go!" He shouted, jumping over the back of his chair, hand twisting firmly so he could land and start his way directly towards the entrance immediately. His boots thumped hard against their smooth floors as he slid into a doorway and darted back towards the entrance, the rest of the team just barely behind him.
They were in the corridor for the door when Robin shifted the pressure of his feet and sunk his steel toe boots into the floor with enough pressure to jerk the rest of him into a silent halt. His head turned slowly to the left, hair falling slightly against his forehead with the sudden motion. He reached up to push the hair back up where he rigorously put it each morning before motioning to the team towards his left, into the room.
He'd heard the window, not the door, and that meant someone was trying to pull a fast one on them. Caught them while their focus went to the front door where their security system had caught on. Strange it didn't alert him to the windows as well. As a well taught thief himself… Robin knew quite a few tricks of the trade which he applied to where they all stayed almost immediately.
Robin carefully crossed into the room, shoulders shifted low in case he needed to dodge out of the way, hand reaching back towards his cape in case it was necessary to guard himself from something being thrown their way in the dark room.
The lights snapped on quickly, Cyborg using his remote access to the tower's processing equipment and light flooded the large room. Robin had already started to shoot forward to whatever he'd caught out of the corner of his eye but upon the lights arrival of what turned out to be three figures, his feet planted hard into the floor. This time, it wasn't with any of his attack style or a hard earned grace for fighting, but shock that planted his feet firmly to the ground.
"Oh you've got to be…" He started low under his breath before a loud, dramatic gasp left Beast Boy followed by a quickly spouted 'oh my gosh'. In stark contrast to Beast Boy's amazed, wondrous surprise, Robin stood there with only dread clenching his gut, gloved fingers slowly wrapping into fists.
"Whatare you doing here?" His commanding voice cut overtop of Cyborg's deeper one trying to ask who they were. Robn's eyes narrowed behind his mask, blazing but unseen. He allowed himself one moment of just thinking that this couldn't be happening, but then the figure in front's mouth opened and he realized it very much could be happening.
"Sightseeing, wanted to see what chumps looked like."
"Not here, Red Hood," Came Nightwing's demanding response, his voice pitched in that higher one he always used when he'd decided he was in charge of something. It was almost a relief to Tim to hear it… because it meant other people were not here to bethe boss.
"How about you take that and…"
"Give it a rest guys," Batgirl interrupted, stepping between them with two yellow gloves hands coming up to their chest levels in a silent motion.
"Who are these guys?" Raven's unimpressed tone brought a slight flicker of a smirk to his face. It had barely begun to show when he drew it back though. Notthe time.
"You don't know!" Beast Boy exclaimed and that pit seemed to reform back into his stomach. Yeah, he remembered now the sir crap and everything… and while Batgirl was sure to find it snicker-worthy and Nightwing would eat it up… Robin wanted them gone as of five minutes ago. No, strike that, he wanted them gone before they showed up!
Speaking of which, why were they here! Why were they showing up in his new home? Not just Dick or Barbara, but Jason too. Jason didn't even likehim, why was he here! Why where they here? Why did he have suck rotten luck?
But enough wallowing in self-pity… he could straighten all of this out later, and much more easily the sooner he got them out.
"What are you doing here," He repeated in the same authorative tone, so it looked nice and normal for the Titans… or well, as normal as it could be in this situation. It wasn't like Beast Boy didn't already know them and with the absoluteoriginalitythe batclan had… well, wasn't too hard to surmise.
"We've come for... help."
"You've never heard of a phone?" He asked sternly, though in his head he nearly moaned about it. So much easier… a phone call, so much easier for damage control. But a silent alarm went off in the back of his head, he knew Dick pretty well, and usually he didn't hesitate.
"Power has been diverted and knocked out all over Gotham, and it includes communication."
He looked at them, wondering what to do with that for a few moments. Part of him, the first part to respond seemed to jump up to start to figure it out, ask the questions, get up to date, walk out with them to figure out what must be so important they came across the country to find him for help.
But then what felt like the more rational side peeked up and he realized… he just wasn't a part of that anymore.
"That's not my problem anymore guys," Robin said as neutrally as he could. It was just… the way it was and that was that. Robin just couldn't let himself get pulled back into that, even if he wanted to help. It wasn't like Brucecouldn't handle it anyways. No need to come interrupt his life.
"I told you all to wait outside."
Tim froze again, thankfully not in the middle of any motions this time. But his stomach clenched up and he swallowed his suddenly dry throat. But as much as he imagined it away, the looming, shadowy figure of Batman was drawing in threw his front window, sweeping to the side as simultaneously Jason spoke up snapping that they didn't all follow his lead anymore and Dick said Jason wouldn't stay behind and they had to follow him.
Robin couldn't even barely focus on those two, instead he looked straight on at Batman, chin rising up some unconsciously as the man walked towards him, cape swirling closed around his boots. He stood his ground, not moving and half praying the second, quieter gasp from Beast Boy was all he heard from his team right now.
"Wait outside," Batman voiced, quiet but somehow commandingly, in the same voice he'd always used, they didn't change still he saw. He stood there and was thankful to see that the three did turn around. Barbara and Dick exchanging glances before heading out the window and Jason stood his ground a moment longer before scowling and turning for his exit too.
He didn't speak up, and thankfully neither did the Titans as he approached Robin, stopping just a foot in front of him, but he did hold his gaze. They stood in silence like that, Robin looking up at Batman and he peering down from behind his cowl.
He held it strong, but the tensions seemed to tear at Tim until he felt like he was going to jump into action, but
finally Batman's hand appeared from behind his cape, a thick, folded letter held up in his hand.
"Cluemaster's been striking through Gotham City in the past two weeks. He sent this out on the televisions before we went dark," Robin glanced at him carefully once, but took the note, or more like a pad of papers he found a he started to unfold them. His green gloves made quick work of it and Robin looked over the printed out photos of the news report, subtitles on the bottom. "We decided you had the right to see it immediately."
His eyes scanned over the picture of Arthur Brown, aka The Cluemaster. His heart sunk low as he read over the subtitles, flipping through to scan over quickly the next two pages. The pages started to crinkle around the edges where his fingers gripped, eyes darkening behind his mask as he read over the last line again. It could be like all the other times a criminal decided to make Batman out to be the problem that they really where, but it wasn't.
'And it's thanks to this man that my daughter is dead!'The subtitles read.
His eyes ghosted over the photo Brown was holding up of a blonde girl with pretty blue eyes, smiling coyly at the camera in a purple sweater. His chest clamped up and Tim crushed the papers between two hands, clamping them together as he crumpled it into a ball.
"Is that all…" He asked in a low voice, looking away from the wrinkled and deformed pages finally. Was there some other reason for coming all the way over here?
"Yes."
His mind numbed momentarily, taking in the set of boots on the floor. His and then Batman's, but as he finally pushed himself to look past that it made more sense to him. Because it turned out Cluemaster was the one blacking out the power… and if Tim wanted he could get in on stopping him…
He shook his head, turning to look away from Batman to the opposite wall, out at the dark night and the sliver of a crescent moon.
No… he didn't want a way to let out stress on a pitiful man who used his own dead daughter to try and get a point sold for him. In the end… he wasn't very much a father to Steph in the first place…
Robin looked up suddenly as a rush of air ruffled his hair and Batman was gone. His face fell a bit as he realized that was all. That he'd come, done his business and then left just as swiftly. Probably already on his way out to Gotham now… back to whatever different way they all got themselves here.
He realized what he was doing though and pushed it away, standing up straight, squaring his shoulders as he walked over to the window to close and lock it. Robin stared out of it momentarily into the dark, as if checking for their departure though he knew well he would never see it.
Robin took in a steadying breathe before turning around to assure his team it was nothing and to avoid all their questions. Just say it had been an overreaction and hopefully get out of a lot of questions. Then he'd go up to his room where nobody else was, because he just needed to be alone right now.
"What was that about!"Beast Boy exclaimed and Robin prepared himself for the onslaught of questions that was sure to bring up out of the other Titans. Easy opening and… it was their home too… just, not something Robin wanted mixing with the now.
"How about… we all just get some sleep and deal with this tomorrow?" Robin's eyes flickered suddenly over to the low, uncertain voice of Raven, head turning along with the others. "We're all tired."
"Sure, good plan Rae," Cyborg spoke up, going along with what she was saying now that it was clear she was saying it for that purpose. The other two nodded and they stood there quietly for a moment before Beast Boy sighed exasperatedly and left the room. Starfire and Cyborg followed suit and Raven started after them too.
Robin looked down for a moment, forgetting what his hand was curled around for the briefest of moments to jog forward a bit quickly to put his arm on Raven's shoulder to stop her. He lifted it off as she tensed and turned her head to look at him slowly.
"Thanks," He said gratefully, sharing a bit of the relief she'd given him just there with as best a smile as he could manage.
"No problem…"
He nodded to her before smiling once again and heading out in front of her to head up to his room. Take a shower... do something else, he'd figure it out. Tim always did.