Okay, first off I want to thank all of my wonderful reviewers you are the
best in the world! Special thanks to pixii and sayianmaster88, your ideas
really helped!! Pixii, you might recognize some of the parts in here!
And now I want to yell at Memai (who will not be reading this chapter just like she has not read the last THREE!!!!!!!) READ THIS AND REVIEW!!!! NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alright, now that I got that over with.
Chapter 5
Robin showed no emotion on the outside but he was boiling inside. They had changed him around with some of the other bodyguards so he was now on afternoon shift instead of the evening one. Now he would have to wait another day before getting rid of Starfire! Unless he went with another plan...
The problem with that was none of the other plans were as sure fire as the original. A front on attack was out of the question. Even he couldn't fight off that many people at once. And, besides, his cover would be blown and everyone would know what the assassin Robin looked like. The other poisons he had were fast acting and would take out the taste testers so then Star would know someone was trying to kill her. So he'd just have to stick with the original plan.
Calm down, he told himself. That just means she'll have one more day to live. No biggie. Robin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Well, he'd better go get ready for guard duty since he would be expected to relieve the others in a few moments. Robin checked his appearance. Clothes on properly, mask in place (figuratively, of course), sword buckled to his belt, his assassin's weapons hidden, yep he was ready to go.
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Star looked up when the door to her office opened and closed. She felt her breath catch in her throat. Her bodyguards were changing and one of the new ones was Tim Drake with his gorgeous black hair and his beautiful blue-grey eyes that were always so emotionless.
Star tore herself away from those eyes and looked back at her paperwork. Not nearly as exciting but necessary all the same. The IPTA, or Inter-Planetary Trade Association, required fifty pounds of paperwork each month so her people could trade with others. Apparently one of her people had been found smuggling goods and now IPTA wanted to perform a thorough search and blah blah blah. It gave her a migraine. It even gave her migraine a migraine!
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Robin stood up against the wall, watching Star fumble through papers, muttering to herself. He couldn't stop a smile from breaking through his calm facade at how hopeless she was. She obviously wasn't fit for such a stressful job, but either way, she had no choice.
But neither do you, he reminded himself.
Yes, you do, you don't have to take this job, a traitorous part of his mind whispered back. You have enough money. You can skip this job. There will be others.
I've already accepted. I can't go back on my word!
You can...and you know it. What's more, you want to.
With an angry mental shove, Robin forced the voice out of his mind. He cleared his mind of thoughts. He was not going to let this job go. He was not getting feelings for St-his target and he was going to prove it! And I have got to stop calling her by her name. She's the target I'm the assassin. I get rid of her no matter what and do not let feelings get in the way.
You know you won't be able to do it. Great, the voice was back. What else could go wrong?
A loud clatter interrupted his mental argument. "I can't take this anymore! I'm going out," Star, er, the Queen said. She had thrown her pen across the room and was standing up. I had to ask, didn't I?
"Your Majesty! You can't! The Prime Minister said—"Erasea's feeble attempts to stop her Queen were hopeless.
"I do not care what the Prime Minister said! I stay in here any longer and I will go crazy!" The Queen then stormed out of the room, Erasea and Robin following after her. It looked to Robin like she was headed towards her rooms. When they got there, they saw her leaving from the balcony.
Erasea sighed, defeated. "I'll run and go get Terra. She can follow Starfire in the air. Be right back." Robin nodded and waited as she took off at an almost inhuman sprint.
About fifteen seconds later, Erasea and Terra had arrived, panting. Terra closed her eyes and raised her hands. A rumbling was heard and a moment later they saw three chunks of rock floating in front of them.
"Hop on!" Terra cried and the three of them jumped on. They sped after Starfire, who looked like she was going to the field where Robin had first seen her. Finally they caught up with her. She hadn't been trying to lose them, just get out of the palace. They landed and Star looked at them, smiling.
"Sorry, it's just sometimes I can't take it anymore," she apologized.
"That's alright, we understand. I'm amazed at you though. If it were me, I'd go crazy within a week," Terra said.
We do what we have to do, Robin thought sadly. Even if we really don't want to.
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When Cyborg had woken up that day, he had checked his computer. It said: "Error: hard drive failure. Please restart computer." He glared at it. Just his luck. He had restarted the computer and started the search again. "Search in progress. Estimated time: 7 hours and 26 minutes. 0% complete." Cyborg groaned, this is worse than last time!
Seven hours and twenty minutes later, Cyborg came back. His computer said: "Search in progress. Estimated time remaining: 2 hours and 14 minutes."
"WHAT!?! IT SHOULD SAY ONLY SIX MINUTES NOT ANOTHER TWO HOURS!!!!!!" But, unbeknownst to Cyborg his computer had changed its mind on how long it would take to search the network. (a/n: Don't you hate it when your computer does that to you?! Mine does it all the time).
Cyborg, after cussing his computer out for those fourteen minutes, left to go help Moonsword.
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Robin woke up early that next morning, his every nerve buzzing. Today would be the end of this job. Today Starfire would die. He bit his lip; the thought saddened him. He, alright he had to admit, had grown almost fond of the young Queen. She was a lot like him except much more innocent and pure. The light to his shadow, if you wanted to get poetic about it.
He got up and walked through the halls to the kitchen. He was hungry and most of the court wouldn't be up for a few hours so he would have to either get the food directly from the cooks or wait three and a half hours. The latter didn't sound to fun.
Robin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize someone was walking towards him until he bumped into them, knocking the them over. He berated himself for getting so absorbed in his thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to anything else. "I'm sorry," he said automatically at the same time the other person did. He froze. It was Starfire.
"Oh, Tim, I'm really sorry! I was just thinking and I didn't see you," she explained, sounding flustered.
"No, it's alright, your majesty, I should have been paying attention to where I was going."
Starfire visibly winced. "Please, it's Star or Starfire. Only officials and Court call me 'your majesty.' I can't stand it, it makes me sound like a pompous prick."
Robin almost smiled. It did, but it was also what was proper. "Very well, then Starfire, I should have been watching where I was going. Let me help you up." He reached a hand down to her, which she took, and pulled. She stood up and Robin's breath caught. They were standing very close to one another. He could smell her scent, flowers, although he couldn't tell what kind, and a potpourri. Without thinking, he slowly bent his head down (she was tall but he was taller) and pressed his lips to hers, closing his eyes. He felt her lips moving against his and he wrapped his arms around her—
His eyes flew open. DAMMIT! Just what did he think he was doing!?! He jerked away, eyes wide, turned, and walked quickly down the hall, stopping as soon as he turned the corner. He leaned against the wall. Bad Robin bad Robin bad Robin repeated in his head while his stomach fluttered uncomfortably. How could he do something so phenomenally stupid?!!!! Kissing his target was one of the things Batman had told him never to do.
Of course, what was it Batman did? Fall in love with one of his targets? Robin froze. Oh...no... No, I've still got to get rid of her and the sooner, the better. Tonight it is.
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Raven walked through the training yards to the salle. A couple of the men training there called out to her (mostly rude things) but she ignored them. She opened the salle door and walked down the hall to where Cyborg was training some newcomers in basic hand combat.
"Now when your opponent is armed and you're not, there are—"Cy was saying.
"Cyborg, I need to talk to you," she interrupted him.
"Sure, Rae, what's up?" he greeted.
"Alone." She glared at the class.
"Alright, c'mon." Cyborg walked out into the hall and she followed him. "So, what'd you want to talk to me about?"
"Star's new bodyguard. Something isn't right. I don't trust him."
"Which 'he'? Remember, I'm not the mind reader, you are. Although I think I know exactly who you're talking about."
Raven rolled her eyes. "Tim Drake. He's hiding something but I can't tell what. I can hardly feel any emotions from him. I can detect guilt, self –anger, and reluctance about something but he's been too well trained for anything else to get through." (a/n: Somewhere I heard that Raven was an empathy (she can sense emotions) so I'm going to include that here)
"Sounds like we have a lot to talk about. Let me dismiss this class and I'll show you what I found when I searched for files on him." Raven heard all the students scrambling to their seats as Cyborg stuck his head in the door. Pesky little eavesdroppers. Hopefully they hadn't heard much of anything.
"Come on." Cyborg led her to his rooms where he kept his computer. "When I searched for 'Tim Drake' I came up with next to nothing." He minimized something and pulled up another file. It had Tim Drake written across the top and about three sentences written below a picture. "Says here that Tim Drake was sold into slavery at age three and escaped at age six. No one's seen or heard from him since. And he's supposed to be dead. So either we have some dead escaped slave as a bodyguard or he's not the real Tim Drake. Either way we're in trouble.
"I did another search, one where I searched his picture instead of his name. I haven't gotten a chance to look at the results though. I was too tired last night." Cyborg scrolled down the page, scanning the pictures.
"Stop. Look there." Raven pointed at one picture. Cyborg enlarged the photo and read the writing next to it.
"Multi-millionaire, business tycoon Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises attends party at the Tiem Resort on Ymion with ward Timothy Wayne, his nephew." It was a picture of a whole bunch of rich people and right in the middle was "Timothy Wayne" or as they knew him, Tim Drake.
"What's a guy like him doing as a bodyguard?" Cyborg asked. "He doesn't need to work, he's so filthy rich!"
"Who is this Bruce Wayne? I know I've heard of him before," Raven wanted to know.
"You don't know who Bruce Wayne is?! He's only the most important—" Raven tuned Cyborg out as he started to rant about how wonderful Bruce Wayne was. She reached over him and clicked on the screen with all of the pictures on it. She stopped and narrowed her eyes at one before opening it. It was a picture of a young man with gelled black hair holding what looked like a metal pole. He was dressed all in black and a black and white mask on but there was no mistaking who it was. It was Tim Drake.
Who, according to the picture, was also the first class assassin Robin.
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#dramatic music plays# duh duh duh. Well, there's the next chapter. And sayianmaster88, you got your Cyborg/Raven time there. I like that couple too, its just that there are a lot more bb/raven fics and I started reading those before terra even existed. I like cy/raven because then Cyborg gets some love too, but I'll just stick with BB/Raven since that's already here. Although BB has about three lines in the entire story. Oops.
And now I want to yell at Memai (who will not be reading this chapter just like she has not read the last THREE!!!!!!!) READ THIS AND REVIEW!!!! NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alright, now that I got that over with.
Chapter 5
Robin showed no emotion on the outside but he was boiling inside. They had changed him around with some of the other bodyguards so he was now on afternoon shift instead of the evening one. Now he would have to wait another day before getting rid of Starfire! Unless he went with another plan...
The problem with that was none of the other plans were as sure fire as the original. A front on attack was out of the question. Even he couldn't fight off that many people at once. And, besides, his cover would be blown and everyone would know what the assassin Robin looked like. The other poisons he had were fast acting and would take out the taste testers so then Star would know someone was trying to kill her. So he'd just have to stick with the original plan.
Calm down, he told himself. That just means she'll have one more day to live. No biggie. Robin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Well, he'd better go get ready for guard duty since he would be expected to relieve the others in a few moments. Robin checked his appearance. Clothes on properly, mask in place (figuratively, of course), sword buckled to his belt, his assassin's weapons hidden, yep he was ready to go.
###
Star looked up when the door to her office opened and closed. She felt her breath catch in her throat. Her bodyguards were changing and one of the new ones was Tim Drake with his gorgeous black hair and his beautiful blue-grey eyes that were always so emotionless.
Star tore herself away from those eyes and looked back at her paperwork. Not nearly as exciting but necessary all the same. The IPTA, or Inter-Planetary Trade Association, required fifty pounds of paperwork each month so her people could trade with others. Apparently one of her people had been found smuggling goods and now IPTA wanted to perform a thorough search and blah blah blah. It gave her a migraine. It even gave her migraine a migraine!
###
Robin stood up against the wall, watching Star fumble through papers, muttering to herself. He couldn't stop a smile from breaking through his calm facade at how hopeless she was. She obviously wasn't fit for such a stressful job, but either way, she had no choice.
But neither do you, he reminded himself.
Yes, you do, you don't have to take this job, a traitorous part of his mind whispered back. You have enough money. You can skip this job. There will be others.
I've already accepted. I can't go back on my word!
You can...and you know it. What's more, you want to.
With an angry mental shove, Robin forced the voice out of his mind. He cleared his mind of thoughts. He was not going to let this job go. He was not getting feelings for St-his target and he was going to prove it! And I have got to stop calling her by her name. She's the target I'm the assassin. I get rid of her no matter what and do not let feelings get in the way.
You know you won't be able to do it. Great, the voice was back. What else could go wrong?
A loud clatter interrupted his mental argument. "I can't take this anymore! I'm going out," Star, er, the Queen said. She had thrown her pen across the room and was standing up. I had to ask, didn't I?
"Your Majesty! You can't! The Prime Minister said—"Erasea's feeble attempts to stop her Queen were hopeless.
"I do not care what the Prime Minister said! I stay in here any longer and I will go crazy!" The Queen then stormed out of the room, Erasea and Robin following after her. It looked to Robin like she was headed towards her rooms. When they got there, they saw her leaving from the balcony.
Erasea sighed, defeated. "I'll run and go get Terra. She can follow Starfire in the air. Be right back." Robin nodded and waited as she took off at an almost inhuman sprint.
About fifteen seconds later, Erasea and Terra had arrived, panting. Terra closed her eyes and raised her hands. A rumbling was heard and a moment later they saw three chunks of rock floating in front of them.
"Hop on!" Terra cried and the three of them jumped on. They sped after Starfire, who looked like she was going to the field where Robin had first seen her. Finally they caught up with her. She hadn't been trying to lose them, just get out of the palace. They landed and Star looked at them, smiling.
"Sorry, it's just sometimes I can't take it anymore," she apologized.
"That's alright, we understand. I'm amazed at you though. If it were me, I'd go crazy within a week," Terra said.
We do what we have to do, Robin thought sadly. Even if we really don't want to.
###
When Cyborg had woken up that day, he had checked his computer. It said: "Error: hard drive failure. Please restart computer." He glared at it. Just his luck. He had restarted the computer and started the search again. "Search in progress. Estimated time: 7 hours and 26 minutes. 0% complete." Cyborg groaned, this is worse than last time!
Seven hours and twenty minutes later, Cyborg came back. His computer said: "Search in progress. Estimated time remaining: 2 hours and 14 minutes."
"WHAT!?! IT SHOULD SAY ONLY SIX MINUTES NOT ANOTHER TWO HOURS!!!!!!" But, unbeknownst to Cyborg his computer had changed its mind on how long it would take to search the network. (a/n: Don't you hate it when your computer does that to you?! Mine does it all the time).
Cyborg, after cussing his computer out for those fourteen minutes, left to go help Moonsword.
###
Robin woke up early that next morning, his every nerve buzzing. Today would be the end of this job. Today Starfire would die. He bit his lip; the thought saddened him. He, alright he had to admit, had grown almost fond of the young Queen. She was a lot like him except much more innocent and pure. The light to his shadow, if you wanted to get poetic about it.
He got up and walked through the halls to the kitchen. He was hungry and most of the court wouldn't be up for a few hours so he would have to either get the food directly from the cooks or wait three and a half hours. The latter didn't sound to fun.
Robin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize someone was walking towards him until he bumped into them, knocking the them over. He berated himself for getting so absorbed in his thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to anything else. "I'm sorry," he said automatically at the same time the other person did. He froze. It was Starfire.
"Oh, Tim, I'm really sorry! I was just thinking and I didn't see you," she explained, sounding flustered.
"No, it's alright, your majesty, I should have been paying attention to where I was going."
Starfire visibly winced. "Please, it's Star or Starfire. Only officials and Court call me 'your majesty.' I can't stand it, it makes me sound like a pompous prick."
Robin almost smiled. It did, but it was also what was proper. "Very well, then Starfire, I should have been watching where I was going. Let me help you up." He reached a hand down to her, which she took, and pulled. She stood up and Robin's breath caught. They were standing very close to one another. He could smell her scent, flowers, although he couldn't tell what kind, and a potpourri. Without thinking, he slowly bent his head down (she was tall but he was taller) and pressed his lips to hers, closing his eyes. He felt her lips moving against his and he wrapped his arms around her—
His eyes flew open. DAMMIT! Just what did he think he was doing!?! He jerked away, eyes wide, turned, and walked quickly down the hall, stopping as soon as he turned the corner. He leaned against the wall. Bad Robin bad Robin bad Robin repeated in his head while his stomach fluttered uncomfortably. How could he do something so phenomenally stupid?!!!! Kissing his target was one of the things Batman had told him never to do.
Of course, what was it Batman did? Fall in love with one of his targets? Robin froze. Oh...no... No, I've still got to get rid of her and the sooner, the better. Tonight it is.
###
Raven walked through the training yards to the salle. A couple of the men training there called out to her (mostly rude things) but she ignored them. She opened the salle door and walked down the hall to where Cyborg was training some newcomers in basic hand combat.
"Now when your opponent is armed and you're not, there are—"Cy was saying.
"Cyborg, I need to talk to you," she interrupted him.
"Sure, Rae, what's up?" he greeted.
"Alone." She glared at the class.
"Alright, c'mon." Cyborg walked out into the hall and she followed him. "So, what'd you want to talk to me about?"
"Star's new bodyguard. Something isn't right. I don't trust him."
"Which 'he'? Remember, I'm not the mind reader, you are. Although I think I know exactly who you're talking about."
Raven rolled her eyes. "Tim Drake. He's hiding something but I can't tell what. I can hardly feel any emotions from him. I can detect guilt, self –anger, and reluctance about something but he's been too well trained for anything else to get through." (a/n: Somewhere I heard that Raven was an empathy (she can sense emotions) so I'm going to include that here)
"Sounds like we have a lot to talk about. Let me dismiss this class and I'll show you what I found when I searched for files on him." Raven heard all the students scrambling to their seats as Cyborg stuck his head in the door. Pesky little eavesdroppers. Hopefully they hadn't heard much of anything.
"Come on." Cyborg led her to his rooms where he kept his computer. "When I searched for 'Tim Drake' I came up with next to nothing." He minimized something and pulled up another file. It had Tim Drake written across the top and about three sentences written below a picture. "Says here that Tim Drake was sold into slavery at age three and escaped at age six. No one's seen or heard from him since. And he's supposed to be dead. So either we have some dead escaped slave as a bodyguard or he's not the real Tim Drake. Either way we're in trouble.
"I did another search, one where I searched his picture instead of his name. I haven't gotten a chance to look at the results though. I was too tired last night." Cyborg scrolled down the page, scanning the pictures.
"Stop. Look there." Raven pointed at one picture. Cyborg enlarged the photo and read the writing next to it.
"Multi-millionaire, business tycoon Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises attends party at the Tiem Resort on Ymion with ward Timothy Wayne, his nephew." It was a picture of a whole bunch of rich people and right in the middle was "Timothy Wayne" or as they knew him, Tim Drake.
"What's a guy like him doing as a bodyguard?" Cyborg asked. "He doesn't need to work, he's so filthy rich!"
"Who is this Bruce Wayne? I know I've heard of him before," Raven wanted to know.
"You don't know who Bruce Wayne is?! He's only the most important—" Raven tuned Cyborg out as he started to rant about how wonderful Bruce Wayne was. She reached over him and clicked on the screen with all of the pictures on it. She stopped and narrowed her eyes at one before opening it. It was a picture of a young man with gelled black hair holding what looked like a metal pole. He was dressed all in black and a black and white mask on but there was no mistaking who it was. It was Tim Drake.
Who, according to the picture, was also the first class assassin Robin.
###
#dramatic music plays# duh duh duh. Well, there's the next chapter. And sayianmaster88, you got your Cyborg/Raven time there. I like that couple too, its just that there are a lot more bb/raven fics and I started reading those before terra even existed. I like cy/raven because then Cyborg gets some love too, but I'll just stick with BB/Raven since that's already here. Although BB has about three lines in the entire story. Oops.