Disclaimer: Nothing has changed people. I didn't suddenly get rich and buy
the Teen Titans cartoon/ anime series, okay? I still don't own it.
A/N: Hello again, people! Here's another chapter! But, before I get on with the purpose of this, I have a few announcements to make. Ahem. Okay, numbero uno: I apologize formally to all of you for getting Warp's name wrong. I had explained before that I only saw the episode once (well, since then, twice...), and that I didn't remember his name. Typically I don't mind flames, but this hurts. Bad. So, from here on in, I'm saying, "Warp" instead of "Chronos". Number two: At the end of the next chapter, I have specific reasons why I say that Teen Titans takes place BEFORE Batman. Until then, please do not say otherwise. Whew. Okay, now that that's over, here's the next chapter!
*Previously*
When Starfire took one last look at Nightwing before going to her room, she smiled. When she came to this new existence, she thought that Robin wouldn't be the same. But looking at the man he had become, she realized that even now their love had survived those twenty years.
Those were twenty lonely years to Nightwing. That thought made Starfire think more, and was the last thought on her mind that night.
Chapter 4
Nightwing was sitting in his room, unable to sleep when the sound of sobs reached his ears. His head turned immediately in the direction of Starfire's room, and he quickly switched to full alert. He cautiously went to the room's door, wondering if he should intrude. He would risk it.
He slowly opened the door a little and peeked inside. He saw Starfire's bed and gave a small smile when he saw her in her usual sleeping position: feet on the pillows and head down at the foot of the bed. But the smile disappeared when he saw the tears that were trailing down her cheeks. She was asleep, but she was crying. His heart began to break in a million pieces.
"Robin..." she murmured, and his heart almost stopped. "I... am sorry. Left you... twenty years... lonely."
His eyes softened. He wondered if he should wake her so that she wouldn't cry anymore. But for now, he'd leave her be. Maybe she would wake on her own.
"Raven... Beastboy... Cyborg," she whispered, beginning to toss and turn. "I did not... intend to... Forgive me."
That's when it clicked. She felt like it was her fault for all of this. She thought that she was to blame for the pain and hurt of the new world. How could she feel that way? She needed to be told that it wasn't her fault this happened. She had to know that all of this wasn't because of her.
Nightwing went into her room and over to her form. Her forehead was damp with sweat and her cheeks were wet from the tears. He stood over her, and gently put his hands on her shoulders. He shook her lightly, but she didn't wake.
"No," she murmured. "No, Raven. Forgive... me..."
"Starfire," Nightwing said, shaking her a little firmer.
"Cyborg," she said, her brow furrowing. "My friend."
"Starfire," Nightwing said a little louder, desperate for her to wake up from this terrible dream.
"Beastboy," she whimpered. "I am sorry."
"Starfire!" he said, but she wouldn't wake.
"Robin," she cried. "Do not leave me! ROBIN!!!"
She suddenly jerked up in the bed, sending Nightwing backwards. She was breathing hard and she looked around the room in shock. Her wide, fear- filled eyes landed on Nightwing, and he looked back at her calmly.
"R-Robin?" she whispered.
"You were crying in your sleep," Nightwing explained, his body relaxing. "You were talking, too."
Starfire looked back at him for a few seconds in silence, her eyes softening. Tears filled her eyes again, and Nightwing reached out and brought her into his arms. She cried gently and he raked his fingers through her hair, rocking her back and forth.
"Oh, Robin!" she cried. "I am truly sorry! I did not mean to-,"
"No," he cut her off, pulling her away a little so that she would look up at him. He brought his hand up to her cheek and wiped away her tears, looking intently into her eyes. "I will not have you beating yourself up about this."
"But it was my fault," she countered. "If only I had not jumped into that porthole!"
Nightwing wanted to give up. She wasn't going to stop killing herself about it unless if the past would change.
His head snapped up, and a spark appeared in his eye. "We gotta move."
"Wha...?" Starfire said in confusion.
Nightwing stood up, bringing Starfire with him. "Just follow me."
Not knowing what else to do but trust him, Starfire followed him. He led her down the stairs and into the basement. It was the cave that had all the things of Nightwing. He walked over to the computer as Starfire stopped and watched him.
"The only way we're going to change the present is if he change the past, right?" Nightwing said, excitement in every movement.
"But Warp said that this is the way things were supposed to be," Starfire said, her hope draining. "It is impossible."
"Really?" Nightwing said, looking at her, mischief in his face. "Good. Because, if memory serves me right, we often did the impossible." He pushed a button and a whole opened up in the computer's desk, where a familiar object lied. He took it out and turned to Starfire and said, "I've been holding onto this, just in case."
The light in Starfire's eyes came back as hope came back to her. Maybe they could pull this off.
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A/N: Ah, yes! Another chapter complete! Please review and tell me how you like it/ hate it. And flames will be accepted, only if they're useful and don't have anything to do with Warp's name... please.
A/N: Hello again, people! Here's another chapter! But, before I get on with the purpose of this, I have a few announcements to make. Ahem. Okay, numbero uno: I apologize formally to all of you for getting Warp's name wrong. I had explained before that I only saw the episode once (well, since then, twice...), and that I didn't remember his name. Typically I don't mind flames, but this hurts. Bad. So, from here on in, I'm saying, "Warp" instead of "Chronos". Number two: At the end of the next chapter, I have specific reasons why I say that Teen Titans takes place BEFORE Batman. Until then, please do not say otherwise. Whew. Okay, now that that's over, here's the next chapter!
*Previously*
When Starfire took one last look at Nightwing before going to her room, she smiled. When she came to this new existence, she thought that Robin wouldn't be the same. But looking at the man he had become, she realized that even now their love had survived those twenty years.
Those were twenty lonely years to Nightwing. That thought made Starfire think more, and was the last thought on her mind that night.
Chapter 4
Nightwing was sitting in his room, unable to sleep when the sound of sobs reached his ears. His head turned immediately in the direction of Starfire's room, and he quickly switched to full alert. He cautiously went to the room's door, wondering if he should intrude. He would risk it.
He slowly opened the door a little and peeked inside. He saw Starfire's bed and gave a small smile when he saw her in her usual sleeping position: feet on the pillows and head down at the foot of the bed. But the smile disappeared when he saw the tears that were trailing down her cheeks. She was asleep, but she was crying. His heart began to break in a million pieces.
"Robin..." she murmured, and his heart almost stopped. "I... am sorry. Left you... twenty years... lonely."
His eyes softened. He wondered if he should wake her so that she wouldn't cry anymore. But for now, he'd leave her be. Maybe she would wake on her own.
"Raven... Beastboy... Cyborg," she whispered, beginning to toss and turn. "I did not... intend to... Forgive me."
That's when it clicked. She felt like it was her fault for all of this. She thought that she was to blame for the pain and hurt of the new world. How could she feel that way? She needed to be told that it wasn't her fault this happened. She had to know that all of this wasn't because of her.
Nightwing went into her room and over to her form. Her forehead was damp with sweat and her cheeks were wet from the tears. He stood over her, and gently put his hands on her shoulders. He shook her lightly, but she didn't wake.
"No," she murmured. "No, Raven. Forgive... me..."
"Starfire," Nightwing said, shaking her a little firmer.
"Cyborg," she said, her brow furrowing. "My friend."
"Starfire," Nightwing said a little louder, desperate for her to wake up from this terrible dream.
"Beastboy," she whimpered. "I am sorry."
"Starfire!" he said, but she wouldn't wake.
"Robin," she cried. "Do not leave me! ROBIN!!!"
She suddenly jerked up in the bed, sending Nightwing backwards. She was breathing hard and she looked around the room in shock. Her wide, fear- filled eyes landed on Nightwing, and he looked back at her calmly.
"R-Robin?" she whispered.
"You were crying in your sleep," Nightwing explained, his body relaxing. "You were talking, too."
Starfire looked back at him for a few seconds in silence, her eyes softening. Tears filled her eyes again, and Nightwing reached out and brought her into his arms. She cried gently and he raked his fingers through her hair, rocking her back and forth.
"Oh, Robin!" she cried. "I am truly sorry! I did not mean to-,"
"No," he cut her off, pulling her away a little so that she would look up at him. He brought his hand up to her cheek and wiped away her tears, looking intently into her eyes. "I will not have you beating yourself up about this."
"But it was my fault," she countered. "If only I had not jumped into that porthole!"
Nightwing wanted to give up. She wasn't going to stop killing herself about it unless if the past would change.
His head snapped up, and a spark appeared in his eye. "We gotta move."
"Wha...?" Starfire said in confusion.
Nightwing stood up, bringing Starfire with him. "Just follow me."
Not knowing what else to do but trust him, Starfire followed him. He led her down the stairs and into the basement. It was the cave that had all the things of Nightwing. He walked over to the computer as Starfire stopped and watched him.
"The only way we're going to change the present is if he change the past, right?" Nightwing said, excitement in every movement.
"But Warp said that this is the way things were supposed to be," Starfire said, her hope draining. "It is impossible."
"Really?" Nightwing said, looking at her, mischief in his face. "Good. Because, if memory serves me right, we often did the impossible." He pushed a button and a whole opened up in the computer's desk, where a familiar object lied. He took it out and turned to Starfire and said, "I've been holding onto this, just in case."
The light in Starfire's eyes came back as hope came back to her. Maybe they could pull this off.
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A/N: Ah, yes! Another chapter complete! Please review and tell me how you like it/ hate it. And flames will be accepted, only if they're useful and don't have anything to do with Warp's name... please.