How could i? Well it was quite easy. all right. it seems most people cant handle death well so i will continue to write this story. There will be romance if you must have it and ALL the titans will be revived. but i will still have it be angsty for my own sake. besides death is as much a part of life as life itself.

this portion of the story shall be written in the form of robins thoughts and feeling. feel his pain; feel his sorrow.

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I cant hide it any longer. Our dissaperence must have been noticed by now. I have to find a way to revive them. Somehow. He got up and exited his room to the restroom. Turning on the sink he rinsed his face. He looked into the mirror and saw that his face was pale and his hair limp and dull. In his closet he found some black clothing which he decided he would wear as a simble of mourning. At the very least it should disguise who I am. Back in his room he turned on the tv. A news reporter was standing on the bridge across from the tower.

'There appears to be no sign of life here at the titans tower and the security has keeped anyone from going to see if anybody is home. It seems that our city's super hero squad has dissaperd. This is Rachal Wagner for channle 5 news. Back to you John.'

Robin turned off the telavision. This is to much. I need to find help. But the only place i can think of to go is the backstreets. Im not sure Bruce would help me after what i have done. The only weapon he could take that didnt have his signiture logo on it was the staff that he had used to kill his friends. It hurt him to even see it but he knew he would be better off with it.

Out the door and into the world he walked the city streets alone. His only comfort the light from the occasional street light but even that seemed dim. All he thought about the whole way was the look on Starfire's face. He wanted to cry just thinking about it. No matter how much he had denied it in the past he loved her. Why he didnt know.

He hadnt noticed but he had walked far into the notorious back streets. It was said that the city's crooks, thiefs, and murders lived here. This is the perfect place for me then i suppose. No. I shouldnt think that way. It wasnt my fault. But no matter how much he thought it it didnt seem true in his heart.

Hmm. Where should i go for information. 'Hey kid. You lookin' for someone?' Robin looked up from his shoes which he had been staring at as he thought. 'Umm no not really. I was just walking.' The man in front of him was fairly short but seemed full of himself.

'Leave him alone Benny. He's not here to buy anything. Are you?' The voice came from a girl about his age. She wore a purple tank top and old blue jeans with some odd junngle boots. She seemed to notice the intrist her boots and talked to him some more. 'They're Demonia. Anyways, get the hell outta here Benny.' The little man left grumbling something under his breath. How was that guy and who is this girl. He took a closer look at her and saw she was also wearing leather gloves and her hair was as black as the shadows that surronded them.

'So stranger, what brings you to this neck of the woods?' She seemed nice enough but he knew not to trust anyone. So he remained silent. 'Well i know you can talk but i guess its not to smart to talk out here the walls have ears if you catch my drift.' Her eyes narrowed and she looked around. After making sure the coast was clear she turned to him and smiled. 'I know a place where we could go. A nice little bar.'

'Arent we a little young to drink?' He had automatically kicked into hero mode with the goody goody stuff and all. Damn i wont fit in now. Well there goes my chance at getting help here.

'Who said we was gonna drink? I was just gonna talk. Besides i hate the taste of liqor. Bob wont let me drink anyway.' So she led him to the little bar on the other side of the street. When they got inside they sat down at a table in the back of the bar. 'So what did you say your name was?'

My name? Oh ya forgot to introduce myself. 'My names Robin.' Oops shouldnt have used my real name. To late now. 'Robin huh? Hmmm. My names Morty.'

'Morty? Thats a weird name.' Ok that was really polite of me.

'Aww dont worry about it. My folks had a funny sence of humor.' Whew. Wait. How did she know i was thinking that? Can she read my mind??

'Sort of. Its more feeling your emotions and figuring out the rest from your voice, movements, eyes, you know that kind of thing.'

'Oh. Well I guess i could ask you this. You look like you know how to get information from the right people?' Morty nodded. 'Cool. Then can you tell me were i can find someone who can err revive the dead?' At this Morty visably stiffened but her face remaind calm.

'Well...I suppose i know someone but revivining the dead isnt easy. The cost for both the reviver and revivy is great. But it can be done. For a price of course.' A price. Like money? I wonder. 'But before you can have someone revived you have to go through emotionnal training to deal with greif.'

'Why? If they are alive why would there be greif?' Robin was confused. If my friends were alive i wouldnt have to be sad.

'Its quite simple really. The revival could go wrong. They would be alive for maybe five minutes only to die the same death again.' Well that was all Robin neaded to agree so they spent the rest of their time at the bar diqusing the training. But all the while Robin couldnt get the images of his friends faces out of his mind.

Ok happy? Anyways I promise you that someone will be dead for good by the end of this fic. Review if you want.