I'm back. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Back to younger Robin. This is the second-to-last chapter, so enjoy it while you can. Also, I'm SUPER sorry it's so short! I'm going to school in less than a week, so… NOOOOOO! [sobs]

Ten Years After Today Tomorrow

Robin spends one final day in his future, while the Older Robin (in his past) makes an amazing discovery…

Rated PG.

Disclaimer: Ha. I DO own the Titans! So there! Okay… so… um… not really but… SHUT UP! [runs away]

Ten Years After Today Tomorrow

Robin sighed, flopping back onto the couch. Angel bounced around on the seat beside him, giggling. He gathered her up in his arms and tickled her.

"It's the tickle monster!" he growled, deftly poking her stomach.

She squealed and shrieked and squirmed and wriggled, all the while laughing at the top of her lungs. It was a rather cute sight to see, a father tickling his daughter, but there was a strange air about it here. Why?

This was not her father. Not really. This was her father's shadow, her father's past, her father's younger self.

Starfire felt this strange aura from the scene, and it made her upset. Robin had just woken up one day screaming that he was from the past. Had her husband truly gone insane? Or was he telling the truth? More importantly, if he was telling the truth, how would they get him back? Warp's portal had vanished without a trace. And even if they had the portal, Cyborg lacked the equipment to make it work, and Warp had died years ago.

Robin finished attacking Angel and leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Angel rolled off his lap and onto the floor, where she scrambled to her feet and ran over to Starfire.

"Mommy! Mommy!" she yelled, grabbing hold of her mother's skirt. "I got tickled! Daddy tickled me!"

"Did he now?" Starfire replied sweetly, forcing a smile for her small child. She crouched down and hugged her tight. "You are my good girl, right?"

Angel nodded, and buried her face deeper in Starfire's shoulder.

Starfire sighed and gave her daughter a final squeeze before standing up and making her way to where Robin sat.

"Hey, Star," he said without looking at her as she sat down on the couch.

"Hello, Robin."

Robin opened his eyes and sat up straight, turning to look at her. His eyes were wide, soft, inquiring. "You have a tone. Are you sad about something?"

"No," Starfire said, shaking her head. She paused, then nodded. "Yes."

"Tell me about it," he said, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I'm here for you."

She couldn't help but smile. This was the Robin she remembered. "You do speak the truth when you say you are from the past?" she whispered.

"No," Robin said flatly. When he saw her look up at him, shocked, he rolled his eyes. "Come ON, Star. Would I lie about something like this?"

Relieved, she smiled again. "No. You would not."

"Right. Is that what's bothering you? Look." He turned completely and folded his legs under him. He looked directly at her, staring deep into her bright green eyes. "I like it here, I really do, but if I don't find a way home – to MY time – something bad will happen. I can feel it." He sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, Star, I really wish I COULD stay here. I really wish I could remember everything, but I can't." He frowned. She was avoiding his gaze. "Look at me."

She sighed and looked at him again.

"Look at me and tell me I'm lying. Look at me, and tell me I'm insane."

She shook her head. "No." She looked down again. "I cannot."

"You CAN. You've been doing it all day, just not directly. Do it."

She looked him right in the eye, her lips trembling. She stared at him a whole minute, then slowly lowered her long black lashes. A tear slid down her cheek. "I cannot."

"You can't as in you don't want to, or you can't as in you can tell I'm not crazy."

"Robin, you are not lying. You are not insane." She looked up at him and threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "This is not fair…"

"Hey, now. Don't cry." He HATED it when she cried. It burned. "Don't cry. I know it's not fair, for either of us. Especially not for you. Just try and hold on, and we'll try and get YOUR Robin back."

Suddenly the entire room fell silent. Even Starfire ceased sobbing.

"Hey, where IS your Robin anyway?"

Starfire stared into Robin's eyes again. They had a conversation without talking… through their eyes. Starfire gasped and their eyes widened.

"Could he POSSIBLY be…?" Robin broke off, breathless, eyes wide. He shook his head. "No… no… it…"

Starfire nodded.

Robin choked on his next words, but finally managed to splutter, "My God, he's in the past!"

Older Robin

Robin stared blankly out the window. He had been searching for hours now on the computer, trying to find SOMETHING to help him find his way back. It was dark out now, and Cyborg and Beast Boy were already in their bedrooms, fast asleep. Robin had no clue where Raven and Starfire were, though, if he remembered correctly, they were on the roof meditating.

Robin yawned. He was exhausted. He stood, stretching, and hit something on the dresser with his hand. It fell off and hit the floor with a clatter.

Robin's eyes widened. He bent down and picked up the little piece of metal no larger than his fist. He set it on the desk and stared at it a long time.

And then he smiled.

Younger Robin

Robin had fallen asleep on the couch. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but when he opened his eyes it was roughly noon. He sat up groggily, and jumped when Starfire shifted beside him. Her eyes fluttered open and she yawned.

"Great. We fell asleep out here, Star," Robin whined.

"Sorry," Starfire said thickly, still not fully awake. She snuggled closer.

Robin sighed. "Starfire, get up. It's me, remember?"

Starfire groaned. "I forgot," she mumbled, sitting up. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Robin said, smiling weakly.

Starfire rubbed her face, looking weary. She got up and strode away to check on her children.

Our children?

The questioning thought came out of nowhere. Robin blinked. "RIIIIIIGHT," he told himself loudly. "OUR children. SUUUUUURE."

He didn't know why, but the thought of them being HIS children was unbearable. It wasn't the fact that he didn't love them, he loved them with all his heart, but he was only seventeen. He wasn't READY yet. Not really. That was Older Robin's job.

Older Robin.

This caught his attention. If Older Robin was really in the PAST, Robin's time, he could be creating utter chaos. What if he was explaining in graphic detail to the other Titans their future? What if he did something wrong, and messed up time beyond repair? What if he forgot to put on his mask!?

Robin felt sick. He wanted to go back to his time. Badly.

Older Robin

Robin spent hours hunched over the desk, poking at wires and fusing scraps of metal together. At first glance, it looked like he was trying to rewire a cell phone. Nothing of the sort.

This was Warp's portal.

Robin had found a way to go home.

Author's Notes: Once again, I'm SO sorry this is so short, and it took so long to put up. Expect the final chapter soon!