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Cassie P.O.V.

I'd gotten called out to the tsunami disaster just like every other able bodied superhero, and to say the least I was shocked beyond words, beyond thought. I was paired up with a newer and younger hero called Maggie; her powers were magnetism. It came in extremely helpful when we had to grab people out of the cars and buildings. I barely saw Impulse, who'd been paired up with Arrowette; she'd come out of retirement to help.

But in all honesty I tried not to think about it. I mean it just makes you feel so… mortal and vulnerable. Even a few superheros's got into trouble and had to be rescued or helped.

I shiver as I fly back to the headquarters –now called home since I moved out of my moms- even though I'm wrapped up in my jacket and it's not that cold for four o'clock in the morning, I feel myself shiver. Yeah, it's about time they sent me home for some sleep and food.

I know they have already sent home Superboy because he was in a bit of a state. He'd been working himself harder than Superman! I saw him a couple of times as we dropped people off to the higher grounds; the last time I saw him he'd been loaded up with children. I counted about five, I think.

Now I'm taking the toll for all the long, hard work. I can feel my muscles starting to ache and I'm tired as I fly into the cave and land, walking slowly over my room and falling on my bed. I heard two people talking and assumed that it must have been Robin and Superboy talking, probably playing games or something to chill out.

I didn't know or care right then, I just wanted to sleep.

And I did.

I've been awake about an hour and to say the least, things are strange.

I've just finished my breakfast and on my first cup of coffee and putting it simply, things are strange.

I was having breakfast earlier, and Superboy flew over me, spilling my cereal on the floor and my lap. But before I could even draw breath he was out of the cave door.

I was grumbling as I walked out and sat on the sofa a couple of minutes after, wearing clean shorts and with a fresh bowl of cereal, and saw Robin come out of his room.

Back to the here and now, it goes like this. We've been through a lot together, our group, nothing compared to Justice League, but we've all had our fair share of weird shit and trials. But seeing Robin as he came out of that room, he looked not only troubled but lost, and there was something else. I think it was amazement, I don't know, but to say the least, our fearless leader was looking like his world had just turned one eighty.

Strangely enough, so had my own.

He disappeared into the kitchen as I got up and walked over, peering in. He was making himself a cup of coffee and staring into space as the kettle boiled. It's so unlike him, he's usually got a report in his hand, or telling the kettle to hurry up because he's got something working on the computer.

But standing there staring at something interesting in the top corner of the room is something that Superboy would do, even Impulse. But Robin is the strong, silently determined type; he's the kind of guy that would make a marine want to go threw training again. It's so weird seeing him just standing there. I mean the kettle has even boiled and he's just staring at nothing, or at least nothing in particular.

I should be going, but I can't just leave him like this. Maybe the fact that he can't really help is getting to him?

"Robin?"

He jumps and turns around quickly, looking at me with wide eyed shock. It's strange because he looks seventeen as he spins round. The years he usually wears with his mask are lifted with his shock, and I can see what innocence Gotham has let him keep. But then the mask comes back down as he gathers himself together. It was only gone a couple of seconds, but it was amazing to see the change. But knowing Robin, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Are you okay Rob?"

"Wh-? Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing really, you just seem a bit spaced out is all."

"Oh… it's nothing. Don't worry yourself."

I gave him the look that every girl has; it's the 'your-talking-bull-so-stop-it-or-else'. He just shrugged it off—stupid bat training—moving completely into the kitchen as I tried again. "Come on Rob, I'd like to think you trust me enough to tell me what's bugging you. Please? Even if you tell me in the vaguest way, it might help you feel better." I said with a shrug, with my fingers crossed behind my back.

But he just poured his coffee and muttered something about bad dreams and that I should be getting back to work. Mumbling a few choice words and the line of "men are such idiots" and "why are they so stubborn?" I followed him to the main computer.

Leaning on the back of his chair I tried one more time, "Robin. Please tell me? I can tell something is bothering you; you spent the first half hour of the day wandering around as if you were half asleep. It's not like you."

Robin stopped reading his files and turned to look at me. "Honestly Cassie, there is nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine. The only thing wrong is I'm a bit pissed about not being able to help with the disaster the same way you can. Now shouldn't you be going? There are still people that need finding and, according to Batman's report, they need more people to help with the hospitals and getting relatives back together. So please go?"

He was looking at me through the mask that covers his eyes. I don't even know what colour they are, but some how –and I'm guessing Nightwing taught him this trick- he's managing to give me the puppy dog look. Saying no and bothering him would be like kicking a puppy and throwing a kitten out the window.

Worst of all he knows it.

Sighing, I roll my eyes and turn around, arms crossed as I walk towards the main door. "Fine! But if your still pissed off about it tonight, I'm dragging you there and setting you to work just so you've got something other to do than…" pausing for a moment I wondered what it was he would be doing then shrugged again "than what ever it is Batman has you doing!"

Then I was gone, flying back half way round the world to help people I didn't even know how to talk to. But that's my job, really, and I know one thing for sure: I'm spending tonight with my mom. Seeing so many families getting ripped apart by something as innocent-seeming as nature makes you think more of your own family.

As I arrive at the scene of the disaster, I sigh and find Wonderwoman with her arms full of rescued grandmother.

"Good, your back, I need you to help over…."

I know Robin wouldn't trade it for the world, and neither would I.