(Authors Note: Rating might be changed for later chapters. Hope everyone likes it so far.)
Chapter 1: Nightmare in Titans Tower.
Robin awoke quickly from a deep sleep. Sweat poured down his forehead.
"What...what was that?" Robin sighed, looking around his dark room.
His mind flashed with images of a house, on a suburban street just like any other. For some reason, he had gone into the house, curious of what was inside. Upon entering, he had been thrown into a hellish nightmare of which seemed as if he would never wake again. He saw a man, who wore a red and green striped sweater, with a burned face, and a glove on his right hand. Each finger was tipped with a razor blade of about 8 inches.
Robin wiped his forehead, and sat up. He realized how much the dream had scared him, and was frightened even by that. He needed to talk to someone, and knew just who to turn to, but it would have to wait until morning. The rest of the night, Robin lay awake, thinking about the nightmare and hoping it meant nothing of what was to come.
The next morning, Robin was surprisingly distant from the others. He retired to his room early, and called up a old friend.
"Robin," his friend said, "It's been a while. Things working out well with your team?"
"Just fine Bruce," he said, "But I have something to ask you. You taught me to not fear anything, and suppress my emotions to a minimum when in battle, but last night Bruce, I had a bad dream. A really bad one and I really was scared."
"Robin, don't worry. We've all had those. Just try to tell yourself it isn't real, and it will hopefully work. I've had those, but of course, mine has been more...well, you know," Bruce said to him.
"Master Bruce," a voice in the background said, "Your being called."
"Thanks Alfred. Robin, I will speak with you later. I'm being called," Bruce told him then was gone.
"But...it felt so real," Robin said quietly, and put his head in his hands to think.