[Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titians! Now onto why your really here….]
Robin's p.o.v.
I had been fighting for what seemed like forever. My boot's hit his armor, his blows blocked by my arms. My Bo staff had long since been broken and thrown aside.
All of my joints ached. Punching and kicking his steel-like armor was no simple matter. You had to hit him in-between it to make any kind of headway. My mind still worried about Raven. Even in such a fight, I was worried.
She was chained on the wall. I kept taking glances her way. She had pulled the chains around her wrists too much. Blood had slid down her forearms. Yet she looked completely calm.
But after all it looked like she was trying to keep her powers in control. Slade had really outdone himself this time. This whole time he had played off our emotions, Raven's emotions the most. If she didn't have the bond over her mouth Slade would be past death by now.
I sprung through a kick and landed near my other friends. They were collared waiting with that terrified look for their demise. I cringed pulling back my concentration on the fight at hand. I still needed to get rid of the bubble. Yet the machine, when I got close enough to see it, seemed to have no buttons, no shut off switch. Not even any wires to connect, no plug-ins.
I pulled up my defenses as he came at me. I had to keep on fighting. If he got rid of me he could get to Raven. I wouldn't let that happen.
Then Raven had begun tugging more frequently on her chains. I felt sick watching her bleed like that. Watching her cause herself pain. I could tell it hurt her by her muffled whimpers.
She watched my eyes however. There was comfort there, a reassurance. I trusted that. She might have had a plan. I hoped she did, I wasn't about to let her bleed to death, I knew she had considered it once already.
I kicked Slade back and he slumped to the ground for a second. There was only the sound from Raven penetrating the room. Her yelp resounded making me break a little. If my boots weren't so heavy I might have slid closer to her. Slade looked her way glaring. He commanded Jinx to watch her.
I hadn't even known Jinx was there. She just vaporized out of the shadows. We continued fighting. Slade was getting anxious. His movements were becoming more like my own, irrational, less conserved.
In that he was becoming more dangerous and unpredictable. I was able to slide out of the first few attacks. His assault was getting quicker. My pulse was already running quick, my muscles screamed in protest at the fast speed I still put them through.
Then he nailed me. A kick to the head came swift. I had turned just a second to glance at Raven. I was thrown back. I hit the hard television covered wall we had been fighting near.
Glass shattered around me sprinkling the floor. I felt like an overused pincushion as I crumbled to the floor. The glittering pieces clinked everywhere around me. I closed my eyes. I was dirty, bleeding and down for the count.
I could hear a sinister laugh. I clenched my fist. I snapped it back open in a quick rush, I had a piece of glass that I had just pushed deeper into my palm. I could feel it all still in my skin prickling.
I sensed power growing.
I opened my eyes to see a massive black storm. It originated from where Raven was but I could no longer see her. Jinx was in the middle of the floor. Her concentration looked to be faltering; she must have cast the bubble. Raven's black power was circulating everywhere, it bombarded the bubble, more than Jinx could handle.
The tendrils moved everywhere a little reached nearby me. Some kind of calming it left in my mind.
Jinx screamed loosing control as the bubble began flickering. I saw Slade. He eyed Raven angrily before settling his eyes on Jinx. I watched like a fire alight as he stormed over to the pig-tailed girl. His eyes seemed to glow in anger.
Without a second thought he picked her up and threw her hard toward me. I closed my eyes as she hit painfully breaking more of the TVs beside me. She grunted before hitting the ground unmoving. The light of the room had dimmed because of the broken TVs.
It didn't help I had quite the hit to the head. Everything swam in a most sickening way.
"Stupid useless girl, I'll kill them myself," Slade shouted. He seemed to have left his sanity. This wasn't the usual Slade. The normal Slade was never this terrifying. This side of Slade looked insane enough to do anything.
I watched him turn his attention to Raven. I looked over. The blackness surrounding her was gone. She was slumped unconscious. Her wrists were dripping of a sickly redness. Her powers were no longer healing them. Slade didn't even look my way. He grinned sinfully pulling something off from the floor.
I saw the glimmer in the left over light. It was a razor blade, especially sharpened. He headed for Raven.
My insides screamed to get up. My mind pulled at me, commanding my body up. Nerves stood on end as I tried to get up. My vision swirled a little making me stumble. The pressure on my leg didn't help either. I figured there must have been a deep wound there.
I gasped for breath, my heart beating more rapidly in my ears. I was focused on just one thing. I had to stop Slade, at any cost. I spotted a glimmer. It wasn't just glass.
Trying to focus my eyes I almost tripped reaching for it. I grasped a metal rod, capable of knocking Slade unconscious. I didn't have time to think though. I could see him kneeling down by Raven.
Bile thoughts ran through my head. I felt another wave of rage pass through me. My hand gripped harder on the piping, I gained adrenaline and began to head nearer. He was whispering something to Raven.
I saw his hands on her. His disgusting hands on her skin angered me senseless. My determination tripled as I stepped forward again. My boots were noiseless, yet heavy. Every part of my body told me to stop. Every part of my mind and emotions told to me go on.
Raven looked up to see me. She whispered my name. She had come to consciousness at the wrong time. Now there would be no sneaking up on Slade.
Slade threatened me. Hit him and on his way down he'd kill her. It was highly likely he would. I couldn't take that chance.
Raven urged me to do it. Her voice held a little of a plea. She watched me. I froze watching a little slick blood tear trail down her neck. Slade had to be close to hurting a vital vein or artery. Breath froze in my throat and I felt sick.
I wished it were a dream. I imagined pulling off my mask and seeing this all disappear. My hand not holding the pole went up and pulled off my mask. It didn't really matter if Slade saw my identity. One of us was going to die here.
The sight before me didn't disappear. I was disappointed. Raven still watched me waiting. I wanted so badly for her to be safe.
I needed to think of something, anything before Slade did. My eyes were on the floor. Think Robin; I was the leader after all. Leader's always had a plan. Hero's always had a plan.
So why didn't I? Why couldn't I save her? Why couldn't I save one of the most important things?
A quick movement jarred me. There was whispering. I pulled my eyes up to the two. Raven screamed. It was the most horrifying thing that I'd ever heard. Slade was quickly at me. Too quick. He had turned and jabbed his razor blade at me. It slid up deeply.
I yelled in surprise, which turned into agony. Clean cut the blade had sliced up through my costume. A sideways cut across my chest made me fall to the ground. It ran from just above my stomach to just below my collarbone. No fatal veins but the blood loss could kill me. Very quickly as well because of its proximity to my heart.
I had dropped the pole and pressed my hands hard onto the wound. Slade's laughter rang over Raven's scream. Blood seeped out over my hands. Each beat of my heart was sending me closer to death.
My vision had gotten worse. Everything was multiplying spastically and melting together. Moving in ways they truthfully never could. The cold ground felt harder under me, uncaring if I bled to death. Just ready to swallow me when I did.
I put all my unused energy into clotting the blood flow. Weakly I pulled my cape closer trying to use it. My breathing had become shallow. My mind had been taken away from me. The useless pole sat near me.
"It is useless boy, you die now." Slade was above me. Standing over me like a victor to the spoils. A wicked smile of the likes I had never seen spread across his face. He had dropped the razor a ways off. He stepped closer and kicked the pole away. Near a crying Raven.
I took a double take. My eyes were just about to fail me. Sure enough tears spilled from her amethyst eyes. It would have killed me had I not already been dying.
"I'm sorry Raven," My voice was hoarse, whispered out. She looked at me. Deeply this time. Emotions were starting to break through on her. Things swirled around crazily. Or maybe it was just my vision.
"Raven I lo-" My voice faded away. I saw her scared expression, fear, anger, and despair also blended into her distasteful expression.
I felt my head hit hard on the now bloody ground. Another scream rang out in the abandoned place and then nothing…
[I know! You all are going to hate me! For retelling and then leaving you like this. But seeing as Robin is unable to tell the story I have to go on with Raven. And I felt like it needed a little retelling on Robin's part, but hate me if you must XD I promise you get an extra long chapter next to make up for it, you all forgive me? Ok review and tell me how it is!]
-Dragonslayer527