Title: The Man Behind the Mask
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans blablabla...just don't sue me! I don't have any money!
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Ok this is my very, very first fanfic. I am really sorry if grammar or spelling is off, please tell me and I will change it ASAP. Also no flames, but I would love constructive criticism or anything that will boost my ego. So please review!
Chapter 1: Hurt
Sitting in his bedroom, Robin stared blankly at the paper clippings plastered on the walls. They used to be made up of mostly Slade, now however clippings of a new villain where beginning to cover Slade's masked face.
"Who are you?" Robin asked to the face staring back at him from the clipping headlined 'New Masked Menace Robs Third Bank This Week'. The face was so familiar to Robin. He himself had been behind that mask once. Three times that week Red X had struck Jump City and three times the Teen Titans had been unable to stop him.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!" Robin was on his feet facing the picture of Red X he had cut out of the Daily Newspaper and pasted over his mirror. "ANSWER ME!" he pulled back a fist and slammed it into the middle of X's face causing the mirror underneath to break and slice into Robin's gloved hand.
Breathing hard Robin collapsed onto his bed gingerly holding his hand which was eagerly bleeding, staining the green glove.
"That was smart boy wonder, real smart". Robin began to pull off his glove but stopped and let out a soft yelp as the glass ground farther into his hand.
"Get it together Boy Wonder, it's just a little glass you can do this" then taking a deep breath and chanting in a monotone "Put the pain away in a little box, in the back of your mind, don't think about the pain" he gave a quick yank and the glove slid off. Looking down at his large almost feminine hand, he began to find where the pieces of glass protruded from the soft, creamy skin on the back of his hand, "Ouch" he said without any real meaning. Reaching over for tweezers he began to pull out the shards of glass one by one. After slowly, almost painstakingly removing three out of what seemed hundreds of pieces Robin's attention was yanked away from his task.
The bright red lights that where placed in every room of Titan's Tower flashed and whirred emitting a high pitched screaming noise some where between a woman's frightened scream of fear and a loud long foghorn. Yanking his glove back over his injured hand, Robin looked up to see his steel door slide open and Cyborgs head pop inside.
"Dude, Robin? Are you coming or what?"
"Yeah Cy, yeah I'll be there in a second"
Cyborg nodded and the door slid shut after him. Pushing himself to his feet Robin put on his best ready face, while wincing slightly at the pain of the fabric of his glove sliding over his still bleeding hand, and headed into the spacious living room.