DISCALIMER: I own nothing. Nada. Not The Teen Titans, not Batman. None of it's mine except the story line, and I'm not making any money from this, it's all for fun...(I think that's everything...).

SUMMARY: When an old enemy of Robin's comes to town, so does Batman. The Titans learn of Robin's past, and much more... but what about his future?

NOTE: Thanks for reviewing! Just to point out the Tim in Robin's mind ISN'T Tim Drake. In chapter I can't remember, when he was talking to Cyborg, he revealed Tim was his big brother's name. Just thought I'd remind you! Also, sorry! Like an idiot, I called RaexRobin4ever RobxRae4eva. Sorry! My internet was bust, and I couldn't quite remember your pen-name - ooops! Alexnandru Van Gordon you're still in the lead! Damn it, I give in. You win! And thanks to Shekron Kaizar. You must have been busy reviewing there for a while! Anyway, here we go...

A TALE OF TWO CITIES

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Raven's body jerked, quickly followed by Robin's, Beastboy stood up. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there, watching. Robin's body jerked again, then his nose started to bleed. With that, Beastboy pulled out his comunicator. "Guys, get back here!" He called into it. He placed it back into his pocket. Robin jerked again. Beastboy had never felt so useless. He had no idea what to do, or how he could help, if he could help.

Batman and Cyborg entered the room only minuets after Beastboy had called them. "What's happening?" Batman asked, moving straight to Robin's side.

Beastboy shrugged his head. "I dunno." He said, "It just started a few minuets ago." As he finnished his sentence, Robin jerked again, this time, a large gash appeared on his forehead.

"What d'we do?" Cyborg asked, standing next to Beastboy.

Batman looked around him quickly. "Get some gauze or something." He said. Cyborg moved over to the medical cabinet in search of something Batman could use. Batman looked at Beastboy. "Did anything happen to Raven?" He asked.

Beast boy nodded. "She jerked up once or twice, but then stopped."

Batman looked up at her vitals, they seemed pretty normal. Cyborg returend with some gauze and handed it to Batman. He took it off him and pressed it against Robin's forehead. "He seems to have calmed down." Batman said quietly agter a minute.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ravens gasped loudly. "Raven!" Cyborg said, moving to her side.

"What's happening?" Beatboy, who still hadn't moved, asked.

Cyborg checked her vitals, although he didn't really need to. Raven was weezing loudly, as if she was struggeling to breath. "I dunno." Cyborg said, looking at him. "She's not getting any air."

"Get a mask." Batman said, still holding the gauze to Robin's head.

Beastboy began heading to the cabinet when Cyborg stopped him. "Wait!" He called. "She's breathing." He looked up at the monitor. "Her vitals are returning back to normal." He sighed, releaved. Just what the hell was going on in there?

Batman turned back round to face Robin, and swore.

"What?" Cyborg asked, not being able to see Robin from where he was standing.

"Holy crap!" Beastboy shouted from where was standing.

Batman let go of the gauze and headed to the cabinet. Cyborg, for the first time, managed to get a glimps of what had happened. "Oh my God." He said, not moving. Batman returned with more gauze and pressed in to Robin's left side. The colour changed instantly from white to blood red.

"Hold this." Batman instructed Beastboy, who silently did as he was told. Batman returned with a pair of scissors, cutting off Robin's tunic. Cyborg returned with fresh gauze. "What the hell is happening to them?" Batman asked, almost to himself.

Cyborg and Beastboy looked at each other. Whatever was happening, it didn't look good.

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Robin left the room . What the hell was going on? He stood outside, leaning against the wall. God, his side hurt. He pressed his right hand harder onto his wound. It didn't help much. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

"Robin?" Raven asked. Pretty much as soon as they'd entered the room, Robin had left. "What's going on?" She asked "Who is that?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "It's Tim." He explained. "My older brother." He closed his eyes again. "He died when I was twelve." He sighed. "He's the virus."

Raven thought for a moment, not sure what to say. "Why your brother?" She asked.

"I don't know." He said, not opening his eyes. "It must have taken his image from my memories." He breathed deeply, trying to focus on what was happening, rather than the pain in his side.

Raven looked at him concerned. He was bleeding quite heavily, and seemed to be having a little trouble concerntrating. "Robin?" She asked. "Are you sure you're OK?" She knew he obviously wasn't, you could tell just by looking at him.

He nodded slightly. "It must have taken the form of something it thought I couldn't kill." He said, still not opening his eyes.

"Your brother." Raven said. He nodded. "Can you go back in?" She asked.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "We've come this far." He said, smilling a little. "Let's finish it." He pushed himself of the wall and re-entered the room. Raven followed.

"You're back." The boy said. "I haven't seen you for a long time." He said, smiling. "I missed you, kiddo." He laughed a little. "Suppose you're not really a kid, anymore, are you, huh? Older than me now."

Robin remained silent. He just stood there, looking at the boy. Raven stood a little behind him.

"Do you remember the time Mom made us do..."

"Shut up." Robin interupted. "You're not my brother."

The boy looked at him, hurt. "Dick," he said quietly. "I'm...I'm," He shook his head as if in disbelief. "You've grown a lot." He said, changing the subject.

"Shut up." Robin said, more firmly this time. The boy looked just as he remembered his brother. But he knew this thing was just an illussion. "My brother is dead." He said, tonelessly.

"If I'm not your brother." The boy said. "Then what am I? Why am I here, huh?" The boy stared at Robin.

"You're a virus." Robin said. "And I'm going to kill you."

"Then do it." The boy said, standing. Robin didn't move. "You can't, can you." He said, smiling. "Because you're weak, Richard. You always were." He laughed. "And now I've won."

"No," Robin said, quietly to himself. His side hurt so much, he just wanted for this to end. "I can't." He closed his eyes. "I can't," He repeated, opening his eyes. "But she can." He stood to one side.

The boy looked shocked, as if he hadn't noticed Raven before just. "A freind, huh." He smiled. "Nice." The boys voice had changed. It was no longer that of a boy. It was much deeper, much colder. "She can't do anything." He said, dismissing Raven as if she was nothing.

"Can't I?" She asked, stepping forward. "Azartah Metrion Zinthos." The boy flew into the air and slammed hard onto the floor.

He was still for a moment or two, before he began laughing. "Well," He said, standing, "You can do that." He laughed again. "But only Robin can finnish me off."

Raven looked at Robin. He was breathing heavily, his hand still protectivly at his side. He looked at Raven, then back at the boy. "You're not real." He said. He reached round his belt and pulled out a birdarang, throwing it straight at the boy.

It caught him in the shoulder, causing him to fall. "Ow." The boy said, now sitting on the floor. He pulled the birdarang from his shoulder and threw it onto the floor beside him. "That wasn't nice." He stood, dusted himself off slightly and turned to face them. "I'm afraid you'll have to do better than that." He said. He threw out his hand in their direction. Both Robin and Raven flew backwards and slammed into the wall.

"What the hell," Robin said, now sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.

Raven, who was lying on the floor next to him, sat up. "You have to call your other sides." She said to him.

"What?" Robin said, looking at her as if she'd gone mad.

"It's the only way you'll be strong enough to beat it." She said, quickly glancing at the boy.

"Call my other sides?" He repeated. Raven nodded. "I can't." He said. "I don't know how to."

"Just concertrate." She said. "Trust me." She looked over at the boy again - he was just standing there, watching them. "If I can do it..."

"No," He shook his head. "Your mind's stronger than mine. My side's are always a part of me anyway." Robin looked over at the boy. It was true. His mind wasn't like Raven's. Her emotions and feelings were locked up, not normally a part of who she was. His were always with him. What made him him. How was he supposed to 'call them'?

"You have to try." Raven said, still looking at the boy. "What have you got to loose?" She asked, looking at him.

He turned to face her. "How do I do it?" He asked, still not quite understanding.

"Just concerntrate on all you feelings." She said. Before she could continue, she was thrown across the small room.

"I got bored of waiting." The boy said.

Robin slowly stood. He leaned heavily on his right side, trying not to put too much weight on his left. He closed his eyes and tried to concerntrate, hoping Raven was right. He thought about everything - feeling happy, sad, angry. Everything. He was convinced it wasn't going to work. That any minute now he would be flung across the room like a rag doll. He opened his eyes, expecting to be facing the boy. He laughed a little. Surrounding him was, well, him. It had worked. He laughed. His other sides turned to face him.

"You ready?" Green Robin asked, smiling.

Robin nodded. "As I'll ever be." He said, looking at them all.With that, the other Robin's dissapeared. Robin felt a strange sensation, almost like a ray of sun walming him. Then... He opened his eyes. The pain in his side had subdued a little. He looked at the boy, then glanced over the where Raven was. She was lying on the floor, stiring from her breif spell of unconciousness. He looked back at the boy, who smiled at him.

The boy threw his hand out in the direction of Robin, but Robin was faster. He jumped over the boys head, pulling his bo-staff out as he did so. He landed and span himself around, drop-kicking the boy. He fell to the floor, not expecting the quick attack. He quickly stood, however, kicking out as he did so, knocking Robin to the floor. The pain in his side quickly flared up. The boy walked over to him, ready to kick him in his side, when he was stoped dead in his tracks.

"Never heard not to kick a man when he's down?" Raven asked, now standing. She was holding his just inches away from Robin.

Robin stood, bo-staff in hand. The boy laughed. "Now we're talking." He said. "This is what I call a fight!" With that, he broke free of Raven's grasp. Raven reacted quickly, sending him flying into a wall. But the boy reacted even quicker. He'd sent Raven flying before he'd even made contact with the concrete wall.

Robin ran at his, hitting him with attack after attack. The boy managed to block most of them, only a few finding their mark. Robin continued relentless. He punched the boy in the face, causing his to fall backwards, blood pouring down his face. Robin didn't wait for him to stand. He kicked him in the face, sending the boy flying across the room. He skidded to a halt just shy of hitting the wall. He sat up and stared at Robin. "This ends now!" Robin said. He took another birdarang from his belt, and threw it.

It hit it's target, lodging in the boy's throat. His eyes widened as if supprised. He stared at Robin for a second or two before slumping forwards. Robin stood there for a few moments. He closed his eyes. The image of his older brother, throat cut open, blood pouring down his front, fresh in his mind. He knew it wasn't his brother, but that didn't make the image any less horrid. He sighed, and fell to his knees.

Raven opened her eyes. Her head hurt. She was getting a little tired of being thrown against walls. She looked around and saw the boy slumped on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood. Then she noticed Robin. He was on his knees, his head lolled forwards. "Robin!" She called, running over to him. She knelt beside him. "Robin," she said, lifting his head.

He looked at her and smiled. "You OK?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. Before she could answer, he slumped over sideways.

"Robin," she said, her voice filled with panic and sorrow. "Come on, Robin." She said, placing her arm around his neck to support his head. "Don't do this. Not now." She pleaded. "We won." She smiled sadly. "Yoo won." She looked over to the boy, as did Robin. He had dissapeared. Every trace of him gone.

"We won?" Robin asked, looking up into her eyes. She nodded. "You kept your promise."

She could feel tears pricking her eyes. He couldn't die now, not after all that had happened. "Let me help you." She said, begining to reach over to his side.

"No." He said, gripping her wrist with more strenght then she expected. "You can't," He coughed. "You can't help me in here." He coughed again, this time harsher. "If you can't, you'll...you'll be trapped." He closed his eyes. "Go." He said.

"No, I..."

"Go." He repeated. "You can...can help me when you get out." He said. He was finding it hard to breath now.

She knew he was right. Robin's mind had been fixed. The wound to his side was physical damage, not mental. If she left now, she may be able to heal him. If she stayed and couldn't help, they'd probably both die. She hugged him. "I'll see you soon." She said, softly. He smiled at her once more before she dissapeared.

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"You must fix them!" Starfire shouted from her place at the end of Robin's bed. The three Titans and Batman now stood in the infirmary, watching helplessly as Raven and Robin battled for their lives. Robin's side still bleed. Raven had jerked violently several times, and now had several bruises forming on her pale skin. Her heart rate had gone up dramatically, as had Robin's.

"I don't know what to do." Batman said, standing by Robin's side. Appart from cahnging the dressing on Robin's wound, he really didn't know what else they could do. Trying to stop the bleeding by any other means with Raven was still in his mind could sever the conection. He didn't know what might happpen. He could kill them both, or cause brain damage, or any other of a hundred outcomes.

Beastboy was about to speak when Raven gasped loudly. She sat up straight. Looking around her. "Raven?" Beastboy said. She didn't answer. Instead she jumped out of the bed and to Robin's side. She moved Batman's hand from over the gauze.

"He got hurt." Raven said, not looking at them. "He was..." She closed her eyes, remembering the look on his face when he told her to leave. "He was saving me." She looked at he friends, then back to Robin. "I have to help him." She said to herself. She placed her hands over his wound. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos." She said. Cyborg, Beastboy, Starfire and Batman all watched on. Instead of the usualy black energy, a white light generated from under Raven's hands. Raven was unaware of their looks. She was concerntrating on healing Robin. She could feel his pain. She tried to focus on it...

"Raven!" Beastboy called, as she slumped to the floor, unconcious.

TBC...

Couldn't write that chapter for squat! Well, it's done now. So there! (sticks tounge out at readers). Did Raven manage to help Robin? Was she in time? Is Raven OK? Will I ever stop asking you questions you obviously don't know the answers to, when I already do? Till next time, amigos!

Lataz, Jaybird0009