Second to last piece of Masks. Set just after Robin has been unmasked. Imagine how you would feel if you realized one of your best friends had been fighting/injuring the person you loved.

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I don't own the Titans. – J. Mirembe

Beast Boy's entire world pitched upside down as Robin's face appeared underneath Red X's mask. Everything he had run away so far away from had suddenly reappeared without warning. Except now it was so much worse.

Being lied to, used, and misinformed. An obsessed leader willing to do whatever it took to catch the bad guy. A family being pulled apart at the seams from stress and uncertainty.

Mento had some twisted ideas to bait criminals. But he never would have imagined something like this.

The instant wave of shock had left him numb to everything.

It hadn't been just a petty thief that had nearly killed him. A criminal hadn't been threatening their family. They hadn't been toyed with for a robber's amusement. It wasn't a stranger who placed them as second to his own mission.

That would have been a thousand times better than the truth. But it had been their leader, their friend. How stupid they must have seemed. Asking for help tracking down a villain they would never find listed in a database or hiding in some alley. Robin had probably enjoyed it on some level. Finally getting to unleash everything he had against his teammates.

The Alpha he trusted with his life had nearly killed him. Robin had hacked Cyborg's systems, violating the trust that had been given to him. Beast Boy had never imagined Starfire could sound so heartbroken until she called out to Red X.

He had seen the bruises the criminal had left behind on Raven.

The numb disbelief burned away in a rush of anger so intense and instant, it was like fire in his blood.

He's only seen red a few times before. Every time was because someone he cared for was in mortal peril. But there was nothing righteous or honorable about this type of anger now. It was plain and simple, primal, royally pissed off blood lust. Good thing his only enemies are robots.

He doesn't even know what forms he's taking. The adrenaline and anger has blurred it all together in his mind. He doesn't care what animal he is. He doesn't think about the blows he's landing or the injuries he's receiving. As long as he keeps fighting, he doesn't have time to think about anything at all.

He's more than happy to drown in his instincts right now. They don't leave him any room to think about betrayal or broken trust. He can't spare a thought to think about anything other than tearing apart artificial soldiers.

Well, almost. He is still coherent enough to thank everything in the universe for Raven.

She's the flash of magic in the corner of his eye. Her voice cuts through the clamor, still calm and so full of power. Robots he never saw shoved away from him in the nick of time. A firm pull around his waist, yanking him out of the path of a burning megadrone. He doesn't need to see her to know she's there. Or to know she's watching out for him.

It's probably a good idea. He's certainly beyond caring right now. He's never been this furious before.

Maybe later, he'll be able to think clearly again. Hopefully, he'll be able to remember to thank Raven for protecting him. For now though, he needs to just fight as many destructive homicidal drones as possible.

And when he says fight, he really means slaughter. Because nothing can stand against the force of his fury and survive.