This chapter's a little shorter, but oh well. Thanks to reviewers!

Night's Soul- Robin's POV will come eventually. I think Beast Boy might be next though because he's kind of been out of the picture....

Disclaimer- I do not and never will own the Teen Titans. I do own the poem, Six Months, at the bottom however. Enjoy!

Fall (Chapter 3)

Cyborg's POV

Raven and Starfire are off at someone's funeral. I don't know whose. I've lost track of them all. I also don't know Raven convinced Starfire to go. Even though Raven has gone to every funeral we have been invited to, no one else has. Robin and Beast Boy obviously weren't going to go, so I wasn't going to leave them alone. Maybe I should pay Robin a visit.

Walking to Robin's room I think about the past. Six months ago, I wouldn't have needed to make sure Robin doesn't hurt himself when we're not looking. Six months ago Beast Boy and Starfire would still be laughing. Six months ago, Raven wouldn't be playing video games just to make me feel better, and wouldn't be the new, unofficial leader of the Teen Titans.

"Hey, Robin, wanna come out and play some video games? Bet you can't beat the invincible Cyborg!" I try to sound cheerful when I knock on his door, but it's hard. Six months ago I wouldn't need to try and coax him out of his room.

"No that's okay. Go on without me." Robin is so depressed it scares me sometimes. Well, actually, all the time.

"Aw, come on man! You're just scared I'm going to beat you." I enter his room without asking. Forget privacy. Robin's slowly killing himself inside. He's hunched over towards the wall with all the newspaper clippings. His newest one is titled, "Titans Fall Harder!" There are more subtitles that mention all the deaths we've caused.

"You don't get it Cyborg! Those things are pointless! We shouldn't be here. We should be fighting crime." Robin says angrily.

"Then why aren't we?" I ask.

"Because people get killed anytime we try!" he answers.

"They didn't use to. We can avoid deaths again." I point out.

"Not if people keep getting in the way." He almost yells. He is pacing the floor angrily now. "If we kill anymore, people will never forgive us!"

"Listen, man. We can try harder to keep the criminals away from people. It's better than sitting here doing nothing. And some people have forgiven us. But the rest won't if we continue to do nothing." I persist, in a calm tone, like someone would use when talking to a spooked animal. I also do not mention the fact that it's only because Raven goes out and talks to these people, in their homes, on the street, anywhere they'll listen, that some have forgiven us.

"We're falling apart Cyborg. There's nothing we can do anymore." Robin yells.

"We haven't fallen to pieces yet! There's plenty we can do, the only problem is Raven's the only one with enough guts to do it!" I bellow back. Beast Boy will not mind the yelling. He will not care.

"Yeah? Raven's taking over us! She tells us what to do and we do it! That was my job!" Robin shouts. He's insane. The only reason Raven has become our leader is because Robin can't. I think she said something about mental instability once.

"Look, relax! She's only trying to help. Once you're ready you can have the job back." I say, trying to calm down, and speak softer.

"Well, I am ready! I never was unready!" Robin is still yelling.

"Yo, chill man. I'm going to leave know, 'k?" I respond, slowly backing out of his room. He doesn't care. I walk down to the living room, where I can watch the security cameras. Raven is sitting on the couch, meditating, when I get there.

"How was the funeral?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

"Fine." Raven replies shortly. I turn on the video cameras. Robin is pacing like a caged animal, and muttering to himself. Beast Boy is staring off into space. Starfire is curled into a ball, crying. I guess the funeral had a big effect on her.

I don't say anything because there really is nothing to talk to Raven about. So I watch the screen emptily. Beast Boy has fallen asleep on the floor again. Starfire is writing in something that looks like a journal. Robin is still pacing, but has stopped muttering.

"Starfire thinks she is a monster." Raven says quietly.

"Why?" I ask, puzzled. Star? A monster? Right, and it's raining chickens.

"Because she could do nothing to comfort the family. Because she killed the little boy, Danny." She answers, "Also, it might be because I compared her to her sister. Then told her that perhaps she deserves the name Coldfire, instead of Starfire. I was only trying to get her to come with me, but I think she took it very seriously." Raven pauses, and rubs her head slowly.

"It's not your fault, Rae. Stop taking all the blame. It's not always your fault." I tell her. I am suddenly aware of how old and tired her eyes look. They do not look like a teenager's eyes should look. They look like an old man's. Raven reminds me of how Robin used to be.

"I still feel like it is." Raven replies.

"Well, it's not." I state, and say no more.

Six months ago she wouldn't have taken all the blame. She would have been telling me it's not all my fault, instead of our places being reversed. Of course, six months ago, Beast Boy would be playing video games with me or annoying Raven, Starfire would be cooking her odd alien foods, Robin would be training, and Raven would be reading horror books. But that was all six months ago. I wish Terra was never here, though it was kind of fun while she was, and Beast Boy was happy.

It's so weird to look at everyone now, so depressed and sad, and think that we were once all happy. That once, the Tower was full of laughter. Who knew six months could change your life? Only six months.

Six Months

Six months ago you would have cared

Six months ago you were always there

Always there helping by my side

Now you shut yourself away and hide

Six months ago you would smile

Six months ago you'd make it worth while

But now that six months have passed by

All you can ever do now is cry

Your smile would shine and always show

But that was all six months ago

-Dark Kitsune of Ra