5. Watchful Eyes

Okay, another chapter. Sorry this one took so long, guys. Very busy weekend. I should warn, this does have a naked scene, but just imagine its blurred out (or blocked very cleverly). Anyways... eternal thanks for your guys' praise. It keeps me writing (and living... j/k)

This one covers Robin's take on everything better, and advances the story, but its mostly filler:P


The top floor smelled strongly of miasma. Then again, if you were the owner of a multibillion-dollar company, your office could smell however you wanted it to.

Robin was practically falling asleep. The waiting room was nothing but a few chairs set across from Mr. Abelard's secretary's desk. There were no sounds, apart from the supreme irritation of quasi-elevator music, and the secretary's absent-minded paper handling. It was times like these that Robin could actually feel the world dying slowly.

Robin had been here for a mere thirty minutes, but it felt like hours. Why did the old man insist on Robin's waiting? Robin knew he was doing it on purpose, forcing him to wait out of spite.

Just as Robin was getting up, the alarm buzz, and the secretary's intercom squawked to life. "I will see him now, Joyce" She didn't say a word, she just pointed at the door and left the rest to Robin's highly calculative brain.

Why are they always named Joyce? Robin wondered as he stepped through the pneumatic doors. He had to double take to understand where he was. He looked back and saw the waiting room he was just in, the generic corporate world. But, when he looked forward he saw a medieval Chinese dojo. A rice pad floor flanked by wooden pillars… useless wooden pillars. At the far end of the "office" was Abelard himself, dressed in the stereotypical white training robe, facing away from Robin.

"Well if it isn't my favorite elite super-kid team leader." Robin could almost sense Abelard smirking at his own stupid joke. He was tired of having to deal with this senile old man. The only reason he put up with him was because he was the sole sponsor of the Titans, their one and only source of income.

"Why did you want to see me… sir?" Robin questioned, a noticeable cynicism to his voice.

Abelard turned to face Robin. He first motioned for the teen to sit, be at the same level as himself. Then, he began.

"Normally, I would alert you to an assignment via radio. But, this is a special occasion. As such, it requires special attention... from the both of us."

Then, he stood up, assuming a fighting stance. Robin, could read it, low center of gravity, shoulders congruent with knee-caps… he was ready for a fight.

Robin stood up as well, but he was off balance, and suffered from a left kick to the side of the head. He fell over, but recovered gracefully. When he looked to see the sot where Abelard was just at, he saw an empty rice pad floor. He turned just in time to deflect a flurry of punches.

Robin back flipped to create space between the two. He was now facing his enemy, with ample time to prepare. He decided not to unleash his bow staff, he wanted to show this old man what he was really made of.

Robin jumped, extending his right leg out, anticipating connection. Instead, he landed awkwardly on the floor, unable to sustain balance. The old man reached back, and Robin turned, just in time to face Abelard's fist.

The hit sent him reeling, much more powerful than anyone else his age. Robin reminded himself to stay frosty.

The old man went on offense, lashing out with all his abilities. Robin deflected another series of punches, before succumbing to a kick to the stomach. He fell to the ground, unable, and unwilling.

"I don't know if you're ready for this yet, Robin." He said, making his same stupid smirk.


For the first time in months Raven had slept. She awoke regretfully, fearing she would never be able to achieve a feat of this magnitude ever again. She emerged from her room and went into one of the tower's many bathrooms. She performed the standard array of menial self-chores. Teeth-brushes. Nails-clipped. Hair-fixed. Shower…

She undressed and stepped into the warm water, looking back on the previous night's events. She had screwed up so badly. It was her one chance to get to know Beast Boy better, and she chose seclusion.

Raven was not a perfect person. She had numerous faults: self-hate, depression, lack of social skills, her "powers". But, she could accept, even embrace all of them. All but loneliness. That was the one fault she could never face up to. The one fault she could never accept.

Her cheery morning mood suddenly crumbled in on itself. She turned off the flow of warmth and accepted the only thing she truly knew: the cold.


Robin was not in a good mood. Things did not look good at all.He had team members stomping all over the "team member boundaries". Did they want to destroy this team? Did they want to be thrown back out into the street? And now this new assignment, straight from Abelard. He stormed through the hall ways, alerting all the Titans he could, sounding all alarms within reach.

Normally an assignment was something good, a chance to use their god-given "gifts". But this…this was something else entirely. Mr. Abelard had thrown the ultimate curveball. The last thing any Titan expected.

"Titans… we're going back to the power plant."