aww... its been so long since ive updated.. not like anyone cares for this story.. thats alright... but i will, hopefully, be finishing those others that people reviewed.. did people review this story? darn.. well, if u did, then thank you, and for the other stories too!

Disclaimer: its obvious i dont own the Teen Titans, but why dou ask?

previously...

Robin's last thought, How could I? last image of Starfire running towards him, and last sound, was Starfire's scream, and then all he saw was, black.

To be continued…

The Awful Truth

Blood trickled from Robin's skull, pooling around his shining black hair, staining the weathered stone, a deep red. Starfire knelt by Robin, tears streaming down her shining cheeks.

"ROBIN! NO! How could you take Robin!" She screamed to the heavens, arms open to the lightening sky. All the other Titans crowded around their fallen leader, tears flowing freely down their cheeks, even Raven's. Cyborg was checking his pulse, and Beast Boy turned to him and asked, "Is he-?"

Cyborg's look told him all he needed to know. Their leader was gone.

Robin was dead.

Starfire stood, "Who did this? Who dares hurt Robin? Let him show his face, and let me fight him head on! Come out coward! Show yourself to Starfire! I will DOMINATE you!" she yelled and her voice reverberated around the warehouse, but no one answered her battle cry.

Cyborg stared at Starfire, then back at Robin, and stood. Wrapping his arms around the crying Tamaranian, the two sobbed together. Raven still knelt by her leaders head, no tears falling down her pale cheeks, no sadness showed in those amethyst eyes of hers. If you just looked at her briefly, you would think that she was not sad her leader had died, and was happy that he had finally gone. But if you looked deeply in her eyes, through the layers of protection she had created to shield her emotions from the world, you would see the saddest girl alive, crying her eyes out. She would be beating her fists upon the ground, ripping her hair out, screaming bloody-murder for all around to hear. That would be Raven if she could show emotion, but she sadly, cannot.

Beast Boy could sense that Raven was sad inside, and put his arm around her shoulders, and she leaned into the changeling's warm body. Her arm snaked its way around his waist and her head rested on shoulder. "Its alright… Raven, it's alright…" He whispered silent condolences to the quietly raging Azarathean, as she tried to control her emotions. Maybe all those years with Azar could help her. She knew that there was no way that she could bring him back from the dead without a price, and the fine would be high, very high. Perhaps even another life in exchange for his soul.

Perhaps her life…

Robins POV

Robin walked alone in the darkness, no lights showing him where he stood in the seemingly endless black of some foreign place. His arms were raised out in front of him, searching for something he might bump into, until he remembered he had a small flashlight in a pouch in his belt. He reached down to retrieve the small flashlight out of his pocket, but he discovered he was no longer wearing his belt. He didn't even have hands, or a definite body to grab the flashlight, if he had one here. Where was here? Where was this depressing place of no light, no sound, or people. Was he even a person anymore? Did he still exist? What had happened in the battle between NightFox and the Titans? He remembered vaguely being up in the rafters, and a bright light as the lights were switched on. Then he had fallen, only to pick himself back up again on a beam. Then something happened, and Starfire had screamed, the sound resonating around in his head. A few tendrils of the scream, fear and hurt preserved in the vibrations, still lingered within the depths of Robin's mind. He had fallen again, hadn't he? Then it all came crashing back to him, he had fought, then someone had pushed him, and he was falling… And excruciating pain, and an image of Starfire, lights shining brightly behind her flaming hair, her glowing eyes. Then all he could remember was the black had consumed the shining brightness, throwing him unceremoniously to this bleak place. Wait, he had died. Hadn't he? That explained the pain, and the darkness, the last image of Starfire. And why the pain hadn't lasted as long when he hit the cement. He could feel himself there, barely. But he was… Dead. Dead!

Back to the Titans

The Titans were gathered around the body of their leader, forming a sketchy circle, only four of five that they needed to complete the spell. 'We need one more person', Raven thought bleakly, 'or else the spell wont work.'

They would have to re-awaken Terra before they could re-awaken Robin.

But they needed a place to keep Robin until that task could be accomplished.

Raven sat at the head of their deceased leader. He could not be past the First Gate yet, could he? This needed to be done as soon as possible, before any disfigurements happened. A minute had already passed and four was all they needed before problems occurred. Big problems. They needed a place where Robin's body would be safe from intruders, and he could wait until his soul was recalled from the River of Death. The closest place that Raven could think of was… No, that shouldn't even be a possibility. Her mind was sacred to her, a place of refuge where she could safely harbor her emotions without resulting in disaster. She remembered when Beast Boy and Cyborg had traveled into the depths of her mind, and had met some of her emotions. She remembered those cold, foreign bodies, like fingernails scraping across the inside of her skull, leaving behind strange fragments of their thoughts, that she occasionally came across. She could still dimly sense Cyborg's and Beast Boy's emotions, even now. Fine, She thought resignedly, But only since it was the only place. Everyone was looking at her strangely, as if waiting for orders. Great, now she was the new leader… Not what she wanted to be. She instructed to everyone what she was doing, and they nodded solemnly.

Placing her hands on either side of Robin's head, ignoring the unpleasant sensation of cold blood seeping between her fingers, Raven focused all her energy on them both, and darkness gripped them in an unrelenting grip. The darkness flung them into Nevermore, all-too-familiar territory for Raven, but new for Robin. If Robin was alive.

If he would ever reawaken.

To be continued...again...