A/N: This chapter is just all of Robin's first day at the "game". I'm sure that is fun for him. Wow. I'm so sarcastic. Oh well. But I'm sorry for not updating in a long time. Teachers just love to be mean. I think it is their job. Please R&R! Reviews equal happiness! Reviews equalPix smile! Reviews aregood. No Reviews arebad. Get the picture? Good!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans! I get sick of saying that each chapter.

Chapter 4 A Signal

"Keep a level head. Keep a level head," Robin kept repeating to himself as he splashed through the water on his way to the beach in a great deal of hurry. His mind was around not panicking and his plan of getting found. He had less than two hours to get to the beach to execute his plan. He was not even sure it would work in the first place, but there was always hope.

Just around a half an hour ago Robin had been given a map of the island and a compass for this "game" of John's. The rules were that Robin got a two-hour head start to his first destination on the island. There were three places he had to go to in all to win the game. At each destination was something of great use to Robin that he could use later on in the game.

The two could fight all they wanted to on the island. Somehow John was confident that he could win each fight with Robin. When Robin got to the last destination he would win, and John would erase his memory and send him back home. If John got to the destinations before Robin it did not matter. The game did not end till Robin was at the last place for him to go to or if he was dead.

Robin had been forming a plan in his head to give a signal to someone who did find the island. He would have to be on the beach for it, so he made it so he would go to the beach first then head over to his first destination, which was a cave near a small pool of water.

The teen ran through the water of a small river that was coming from the waterfall. It would hide his footprints and his sent would be gone too if he went into the water. But it was harder than what it seemed. The rocks were extremely slippery and even Robin with his great balance slipped a few times. His feet were going numb and were bruised. It was still dark outside, and he could barely see anything in front of him. He only knew that the river lead to the ocean where a beach would be.

"Keep a level head," Robin said to himself again during a pant. His breaths were short now because he had been running nonstop for so long through water. Freaking out was the last thing he wanted right now. He had to stay focused. "God, please help me!"

What was that? Did he just ask for help from God? Sure, Robin knew there had to be a God somewhere out there that watched them, but he never truly believed that God looked over him and would help him. He was not religious and had no time to go to church most of the time. Why was he praying now? Would it even make a difference?

The strange thought vanished when he stumbled out of the river. The rocks under his feet were suddenly soft sand that would seem to melt under his sore feet with every forced step. He gave a sigh of relief and sat down on the sand gasping for breath. He could faintly see some sun coming up on the horizon. It was time to work.

Robin's head was calculating everything a mile a minute. He climbed a coconut tree and pulled out his sharp mirror piece from his pocket. He started to cut at the vines attached to the many coconuts to make them fall to the ground faster. He then climbed back down and gathered his many coconuts into one pile. Then he went to the next and did the same thing till he was done with around five trees.

By then he had enough light for his plan. He carefully placed the coconuts into letters in the sand. When he was done he had H-E-L-P. He then gathered left over coconuts and carried them all across the beach far away from his first signal just in case John saw that one. He then placed these coconuts into the letters T-T for Teen Titans. He did not have enough coconuts for another help signal.

That had taken him a long time. John could be going straight to the first destination or he could be following Robin. The soft breeze of morning air brushed over Robin as he stood at the ocean's edge looking over his second signal with a grim smile on his face. A tropical bird called out a nice song that was sweet to Robin's ears. If he were not in the dangerous situation he would have smiled.

The island was half bathed in light and the other half was clothed in darkness. Robin was on the sunny side. He made note of the sun's position then walked into the jungle on his way to the first destination. He just hoped with all his heart his friends would be there soon.

Finding the first place was easy. He quickly found the small pool of water sparkling in the morning light. A few birds flittered around it just now waking up and singing for the whole world to hear. A steep rock cliff was sitting next to it with a small hole barely visible on the side of the cliff.

Before running out into the open, the teen looked around the place in search for the general. He threw a rock out into the pool and saw nothing move. It seemed safe. Robin half ran and half slid down the steep hill he was on that lead to the pool of water. He would have to scale the cliff.

"Easy," Robin said while quickly pushing himself up the cliff after finding good foot and handholds. "This is cake compared to other rocks." He had to keep reminding himself to stay calm. Listening to his own voice soothed his nerves. With determination set into his eyes under his mask, the teen climbed the cliff in the matter of minutes.

BAM!

The shot almost made Robin fall. He winced as dirt and rocks fell down on his head. He quickly picked up his pace and got to the mouth of the cave on the side of the cliff. Another shot rang out into the air, and rock exploded next to Robin again, and he gave a small jump. Birds flew out of the trees by the rude disturbance of the sound of the gun.

"Nice trick, kid!" John yelled up to him. "But I was expecting that from you. You're going to have to do better than that to get off this island. It took me a long time to clean up all those coconuts! How long did that take you?"

Robin said nothing while slipping into the dark cave. He was safe till he came back out to face John's gun. It was dark and cold in the cave. Robin could hear water dripping somewhere deep in the cave, and his soft footsteps echoed around the walls.

"I can't see a thing," Robin muttered into himself. His voice bounced off the walls and came back to him as if mocking the teen. "Before this game is done I'm going to give that guy a piece of my mind!" Robin stumbled over something and quickly picked up the flashlight with a faint smile spreading over his face. He flicked it on, and the walls around him lit up. A small hunting knife laid next to Robin's bare feet, and he was thankful that he had not stumbled over that.

Robin was silent as he started to go deeper into the cave in search for another way out. Right now he was not in the mood to challenge the speed of a bullet. He then saw some light up ahead and ran towards it. A hole was in the ceiling of the cave that led to the top of the cliff. Robin was up for another quick climb.

When the teen made it up, he sneaked over to the edge of the cliff and hid behind a few giant rocks scattered around the edge. He slowly looked over the rock he was behind and spotted the general down next to a few trees with his gun aimed at the mouth of the cave. Robin was very thankful that he had found a new way out of the cave.

A serious frown spread over Robin's mouth as his brain fought over what to do. He could get his butt out of there and head for the second destination, or he could fight John here and maybe beat him. Robin tested the weight of the knife in his hand while quickly taking in different information he needed. He then made up his mind.

In one swift and skillful movement, Robin flung the knife at John with a loud battle cry. The teen then ducked behind the protection of his rock and waited for a cry of pain from the man he had just attacked. But he heard nothing. A confused expression swept over his face as he looked up with caution over the rock to see what was going on.

A small gasp escaped Robin's mouth as he saw the man pull the knife out of his arm with only a frown on his face. Then the blood started to vanish on his arm as the gash started to heal itself. Robin's eyes went wide as he saw the wound heal in only the matter of seconds. It seemed as if the breath had been knocked out of his stomach as he watched this in horror. The guy could not be human!

"Now that you know my secret, Robin," John said while looking right at the Boy Wonder with his hard, gray eyes that seemed to pin Robin there. "Do you want to keep going with the game?" The teen could not move as the realization hit him like one of Slade's roundhouse kicks to the head. Fighting the man and winning was never going to happen. Now Robin really felt he was an animal being hunted.

"Keep a level head, Robin," Boy Wonder finally told himself while shaking his head to clear it. He quickly replaced the fear on his face to his stern and serious look that most people came to know and love. "You could have mentioned that before we started this stupid game, general!" he called down with an angry tone in his voice.

"I just love to see the surprise look people give me when they find out, though," John said while fiddling with the knife Robin had thrown at him. "The one you had was priceless. It was a Kodak moment."

"Funny," Robin said with a frown planted on his face. He could see the smile on the guy's lips from the high perch he stood on. "But I'm not in the mood for games."

"But this game has already begun," John said with a shrug of his shoulders. "You can't stop it even if you wanted to. You're winning anyway. Why would you want to stop?"

"General, this is not some simple childish game that has no point to it," Robin said down to him with his face softening. "This is life and death for me. I could get killed! Does that mean anything to you?"

"Yes," John said with some thought. "But we can't have that get in the way of my game. Don't give me that look, kid," he said as Robin gave him a pleading look that could break anyone down besides Slade maybe. John wanted to help the teen out so much, but he had to finish the game. He really did not want to kill the teen.

"You can have your knife back, kid," John said while throwing the knife up at Robin. It landed close to Robin's foot, and he jumped to the side to get out of the way. "Now back to the game." He aimed at Robin with his gun and saw the shock on the teen's face. He fired, but missed. Robin was just too quick to go down that fast. It was what the general loved about the kid.

Robin grabbed the knife and sprinted away from the cliff as quickly as he could. He ran blindly into the thick jungle without knowing which direction to go in for his next destination. He had to get there before the general, or he was as good as dead.

The teen stumbled into a clearing. The sun was now fully up and shining brightly into the small patch with no trees. Robin stopped there and fell to his hands and knees while gasping for air. He had no idea how long he had sprinted through the jungle. It could have been a few minutes to hours. His body was now protesting and ready to break down.

Robin sat up while telling himself to think straight and not freak out. Right now everything seemed hopeless. His whole life was nothing. He could die any minute now. His friends were never going to get there in time. He could never defeat John because the guy was immortal. What could he do? Was anything worth it now?

"Keep a level head," Robin said again to himself, but this time he was not assured by his cracking voice. "I need help. I'll never get off this island without something holding me together!" Despair was in his voice as he looked to the sky for any sign of hope.

For some strange reason, Robin pulled himself together. Maybe it was dumb luck. Maybe it was that someone above him that knew it was just not Robin's time to leave. Maybe it was just Robin's head finally forcing him to think right. Whatever it was, it worked. Robin picked himself up and quickly found the direction to the next place with his map and compass.

Robin was suddenly hit with a wild and crazy plan. This whole game was supposed to make Robin think one way till the very end. He was the prey, quarry, hunted. John was the hunter. Robin had to switch that somehow. He could still go by the rules, but he could bend them a little. But how could Robin make the tables turn and make him be the hunter?

Fear.

Fear was the thing that was making Robin run around this island. He was fearing for his life now. To change the mindset of the game, Robin had to install fear into the general. How was he going to do that? The man was not human! It was impossible!

"I've done many things that are impossible," Robin said with a smile. "This will not be any different. I just got to think straight and not freak out again. The general will never know what hit him. It is time for the hunter to become the hunted." With that said, the teen walked more into the jungle with his mind set on only one thing. Winning.

A/N: Short chapter! I'm busy with other fan fictions now. Next chapter will be all of the Teen Titans with Batman. I have things planned with them too. And I'm finally 15! YES! I'm so happy! But please give a review! Thanks!