Oh my gosh! I am SO SORRY for not updating sooner! I've been really busy! Please, please, PLEASE forgive me! I made a chapter dedicated to Older Robin just for you! Sorry again!

Ten Years After Today Tomorrow

A lot have people have commented about this so... You want to know what the old Robin is up to? Hmm? Well, this short chapter is dedicated to "Older Robin."

Rated PG. (As always... [cough])

Disclaimer: I own the children. And older Robin. Sort of. Not really... [cough] I mean I DO NOT OWN THE TEEN TITANS! [faints]

Ten Years After Today Tomorrow

Robin yawned, stretching, and grinned at Starfire, who was already asleep. It had been another peaceful day in the tower – not one villain tried anything, and now it was time for bed. Beast Boy's snores could be heard all the way down the hall, as well as Angel and Moonfire's thunderous footsteps as they thudded off to bed. Their high-pitched giggling left a small ring in the air long after they had gone.

Robin silently slipped under the covers of the bed, pressed his face against the pillow, and tried to sleep.

But it was no use.

For some reason he just couldn't sleep. It nagged at him, and the fatigue made him feel sick. He would lay there for long periods of time with his eyes closed and his mind blank, but still he couldn't sleep. He tried counting sheep, even, but to no avail.

Finally he rolled over and slipped back out of bed. He looked down at himself – still in his uniform even at night. For some reason he and the Titans slept in their uniforms just as well as they fought in them. He'd never really thought about it, but now that he had the opportunity it made him feel rather foolish indeed.

Sighing, he strode over to the dresser, hoping to find SOMETHING that could help him sleep...

He knocked something off the top of the dresser. It hit the floor with a clatter.

Robin looked at it. It was Warp's old portal! He remembered now. They had taken it from him when he went to jail so he could never use it again. Robin stooped to pick it up, but then a giant, swirling portal appeared right over it. Robin gasped and bit his tongue, carefully stepping back.

"Starfire," he hissed. "Starfire, come here."

But she was still asleep.

Robin frowned and cautiously leaned closer to the portal. It was beautiful inside. There were multicolored swirls everywhere, dancing about and slowly changing color. Each one seemed to give out a comforting glow, and it slowly drew him closer.

Robin reached out and, as if underwater, sluggishly fell through.

He gasped but no sound came out. He was falling in slow motion, down, down into an endless abyss. And suddenly the water-like feeling was gone, and was falling at top speed. He flailed his arms, eyes wide, but he could do nothing to stop. There was nothing to grab on to, there was no one there who could help him. He felt the sensation of being ripped in two, an unbelievable pressure and a stabbing feeling right across his middle. He cried out in pain.

And then it stopped.

There was a flash of bright light, and he was sent hurtling forward into the pavement.

Wait a minute. PAVEMENT!?

He didn't move – he just laid there, face-down and spread eagled on to ground. He was too stunned to move. But then Starfire's voice jolted him back to attention.

"Robin!" Starfire cried, running over to him and helping him up.

"Ugh..." Robin groaned, sitting up and rubbing his forehead. "That was uncomfortable..."

"Are you okay? What happened?" Cyborg asked, coming up.

"I don't know. I was just falling, and then I was here," Robin said, shaking his head. "I don't feel so good..."

Starfire hugged him. "At least you are still okay."

Robin nodded, gulping loudly. "Yeah."

He looked up and around. He was sitting on the sidewalk in Jump City – right against the side of the bank, no less. His head throbbed and he was confused, he didn't want to get up but his friends made him. He blinked as the harsh light of the sun shone in his eyes. The sun? Last time he had checked it had been midnight or so.

"Starfire, what's going on?" he demanded, turning to look at her for the first time. He jumped back in surprise. She was YOUNGER! Not much about her had changed, no, but he could still tell that she was much younger than when he had last seen her.

"Warp tried to get even with me," she said carefully. "You fell through a portal. That was ten minutes ago. Now you are here with us again!" She looked so happy as she hugged him once again.

Robin looked around again. Sure enough, all of the other Titans looked younger... in fact, he got the impression they were still teenage! And there was no sign of Moonfire, or Andy. Where were they? What was going on?

"Starfire, how old am I?" he asked slowly.

She blinked. "The teenage year of seven. Why?"

"Seventeen," he breathed. "Again?"

She tilted her head to one side. "You are worrying me, Robin. What are you talking about?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

She smiled.

"Guys!" Beast Boy hollered. "Battle's over! Let's go home!"

Confused, Robin did as he was told. Starfire hovered cautiously over his shoulder, and it took all his willpower not to scream. She was so close, and yet he got the sense that this was not the best time to question her further.

Part of where this sense came from was the fact she was not wearing her ring.

Later that day, around noon, Robin sat on the couch and watched his friends run around. It was like watching his past renewed. He knew what would happen before it happened. He knew that Cyborg would get the high score that afternoon – and he did. He knew that Starfire would accidentally blow up the stove – and she did. He knew that Beast Boy would interrupt Raven's meditating and get tossed out the window – and he did. And he knew he would have to go to the bathroom at 1:30 – and he did.

After a while he began to wonder if he was truly awake. He began to wonder that maybe, just maybe, he had managed to get to sleep, and now this was just some sort of freakish dream.

And when he had ruled out that option, he chose to play a game out of this extreme repetition of his past.

He began to think what people said – before they said it.

Is there any milk left?

"Is there any milk left?" Starfire called across the room.

Only Beast Boy's nasty fake milk.

Cyborg pulled a face. "Only Beast Boy's nasty fake milk."

It's not NASTY, dude! It's healthy!

Beast Boy frowned. "It's not NASTY, dude! It's healthy!" he replied angrily.

Be quiet. I need to meditate.

"Be quiet," Raven ordered impatiently. "I need to meditate."

And he thought up actions too.

"Hey, Robin?" Beast Boy whispered. "Dude? Hello?"

Robin looked up. "No. Do it yourself."

"But I didn't even say!"

"Yes, well." He smiled. "Look, just believe me. If you do it yourself, your computer may not blow up this time." He returned to the book he had been reading.

"'This time?'" hissed Beast Boy incredulously, but he nonetheless turned and marched off to his room.

After a while, Robin became worried. If this was a dream, it sure was lasting long...

And if it WASN'T a dream? What then? How would he get back?

Robin decided not to wait to find out.

He jumped to his feet and logged on to the nearest computer.

Search for: Time travel

Author's Notes: Um... yeah. Sorry again (AGAIN!) for being so slow to update. Please reveiw... [snifflesob]