Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, but I do own Simon (Oh great)

A/N: No one has reviewed. I guess I'll just have to kill off another few people to get your attention…

"NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Screamed Robin, but he tried to calm himself, he had almost pulled the trigger, then he really would be a murderer. They thought he killed his team, his friends, is was a disgusting thought, he almost lost the contents of his stomach on the man in front of him. Then it hit him.

"My friends are d-dead?" he asked, faltering, almost not wanting an answer.

"Yes, all of Titans, except you."

"I didn't kill them." Said Robin, pushing the gun a little closer onto the man's forehead.

"Alright, that's fine, just put down the gun, we can get this all sorted out." Simon remembered Robin's confession, but he thought Robin obviously didn't. Simon had been behind the see-through mirror, watching Robin's interrogation; they had found him at the scene, covered in blood. Then he sat there, and very calmly recanted the events of that day, how he had spent weeks planning it, how he killed each and everyone of his teammates, his friends, the people who trusted him, and looked to him for leadership, just like his own team, he knew Miller was ok, he always wore a vest…'I've got to get this kid to put the gun down.' Keys knew this was his only shot before they had a very well trained fugitive on their hands, one who had most likely killed four times already, and would again. "Come on now, we can fix this all, just put the gun do-"

Keys never got to finish what he was saying because Robin had already mad up his mind, he firmed up his grip on the pistol, and struck Special Agent Keys across the head with it, rendering him unconscious. Robin dropped the gun, he hated them 'I don't need it.' He thought, but he knew he needed to get his uniform and belt back, or he wouldn't stand a chance in hell of figure out what was going on. He searched Keys' pockets for his wallet and when he found it, wasted no time in opening it up. "Special Agent Simon Keys, shit, he wasn't kidding, but he decided to ponder all these questions later when he had some time.

He got out of the car, over the unconscious bodies of the federal agents and tried to get his bearings. "At least I'm still in Jump City." He decided to get out of there before anyone who had seen the car spin out of control came over or called the cops. He ran for an alleyway that looked like it ran perpendicular of the street for some ways and had many turns and corners he could use to get away from the sight. After purchasing a trench coat from a homeless man and walking quickly for about a mile, he felt it was safe to go inside of a clothing store and get some street clothes. Robin walked out 15 minuets later, thanking agent Keys in his head for having been carrying some cash with him, wearing a black T-Shirt blue jeans and a pair of sunglasses. His hair was in it's usual style although looking a little worn, as if it hadn't been tended to in several days. He got onto a bus heading into downtown.

Getting off the bus, he went straight down to the sub way and took the A-Train south for three miles, then the D- Train west for six miles. He surfaced a flagged down a cab, told the driver his destination and got in. Upon arriving he went to the corner and walked three blocks in the opposite direction the cab had came from and then hailed another one. This cab took him only one mile north before he got out, paid the fair, and diapered into a large crowd of pedestrian commuters. After about 30minuets of walking, having back tracked several times and taken many turns he did not need to he slipped into an alleyway that was in almost complete shadow, and then, down into a manhole without anyone even knowing he was ever there. 'Hanging around with Bruce sure paid off.' he thought 'There's no way they can track me now, even their best will lose me after the second cab.'

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"What do you mean we lost him?" Asked an exasperated Agent Keys, clutching an ice pack to his head.

"I'm sorry sir, but right after the cab at Mercer and Gates he just disappeared."

"Well no one just disappears, so keep on it, I want him found." Agent Keys was already quite frustrated, he had received a call from the director himself, to tell him that no information was to go to the media and anyone ho gave up the name or picture of the suspect would be fired and brought up on charges. This made his job that much harder, he now had to find and average looking young person in a city of millions with no help from the people what so ever.

'Why? Why do they think I killed them, my friends, why would I do that?' His mind had been racing from the moment he got through the maze of sewer tunnels for hours to get to one of his emergency hideouts, fully stocked with a uniform change, medical supplies, food, and his weapons. 'I have to go back to the Tower, even if they might be looking for that.' I have to see if the guys are there, of course they're going to be there.' This was all just some sick joke; he would never kill any of them, for any reason.

He was only a few miles from the shore and the tower, so with his extensive knowledge of the tunnel system he was there quite quickly, under the Tower. He slipped in one of the secret entrances he had put in; again hi paranoia was paying off. He walked into the living room and was met with silence, nothing was on. "Everyone's asleep." He said to himself, in a none to convincing voice. Cyborg's room was the first came upon, and he knocked on the door, expecting to be yelled at for waking him up. When, after a few moments, nothing came, he knocked again, harder. Nothing. He used his command override to unlock the door and it slid open. Again, nothing, no one was here.

Flashing, a red light flashing. The alarm. An abandoned building, a sighting, of, someone. An odd feeling in the air, instinct screaming at him to run. Shock, gunfire, explosions. Robin gripped his head, he was being bombarded by memories, or what seemed like them. They wouldn't stop, he couldn't regain his senses. It was him, "They're…" he stammered "…dead, all of them." Still gripping his head, still with thoughts and images berating him, not even sure if they were real, Robin let out a scream of rage and collapsed to the floor, blacking out.

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"Sir, we tracked him to a small flat, it looks as if he used it as an emergency supply drop, but by the time we got there he was gone."

"Where was this house?" asked Agent Keys

"Shoreline Parkway, three miles from the tower."

"Get an assault team ready, he's probably there now."

"Yes sir."

'Jesus' thought Simon 'this kid really doesn't remember. I thought it was an act, we've got to find him, and soon.' Simon checked that he had his badge and gun and made his way down to the assemble area, to join up with his assault team. "What's our ETA, Barnes?"

"20 minuets."

"Alright, let's go."

Robin opened his eyes. He had never before in his life felt such deep sorrow, it gripped him like a vice, crushing his insides, it was too bad to even allow him to cry. It was as if the world had ended for him, he had seen it all again, seen each of them die, they didn't even put up a fight, they all just went down. "Oh, god." He didn't even want to move, and then rage hit him. He was going to find who ever was responsible and see to it that they were in too much pain to regret what they did. They would die, and he would be the one to kill them. Revenge began to consume his thoughts, but he pushed it away for now with some effort. He needed to think rationally, and get out of this situation first. That's when the front door to the tower exploded. While seven floors up, he could still hear it and feel it. He got into action, he first ran too his room and retrieved a few extra packs of weapons and some cash, 'They must have found my hideout.' He thought. 'I won't be able to come back here either.' Robin figured they were searching each floor so he had a few crucial seconds.

He moved to a place over the main entrance to the living room and waited, there were no lights on and it was night, 'They must have night vision.' Robin was going through as many scenarios as he could where he didn't really hurt anyone, but most of them ended in him being riddled with bullets. 'They're the good guys too' he thought. He heard some one checking the lock on the door, it was open. The door was hammered open and Robin sealed his arm over his eyes because he knew a flash bang was next. He heard a small 'pop' and quickly took the era plugs out, they had helped greatly but there was still a slight ringing. The Assault team came in, dressed in full SWAT gear. Robin dropped as soon as the last one came in, right behind him, he struck the man in the base of the spine and he was rendered unconscious before he knew anything was wrong. As he fell to the floor silently Robin grabbed the man and felt for his side arm, 'Good' he thought 'a Tazer.' He let the man drop, and moved silently to the man just in front of him but before he could strike… "Behind!" A member of the team had appeared at the doorway, left behind for some unknown reason, he fired his shotgun. Robin turned around and jumped to the left and fell to the ground firing his Tazer at the new arrival just as he fired into the back of his teammate. Both men fell to the ground, as Robin righted himself the others had turned around.

"Freeze!"

"Drop you weapon!"

"Funny," said Robin laughing slightly "I was thinking the same thing." With lighting speed he moved his had to his belt and removed three freeze disks, jumped into the air. All the men fired and tried to follow him but they weren't fast enough as he moved around the room and tossed a disk at one of them, incasing their body in ice. Robin used the other two disks to the same effect. There were only two men left and they had come back to back in an effort to stop Robin. They were in the illumination of the moonlight, coming though the window, Robin was moving around in the shadow, they could still see him, but he was too fast. Robin drew his staff and made his way to the front of the room and stopped.

"There!" Cried one of the men pointing and they both began shooting.

Just then Robin hit the light switch turning on all the lights in the room and moved in between the men's erratic fire. They were overwhelmed with light and couldn't see a thing; Robin quickly knocked both of them out and went for the stairs.

"Hold it!"

Robin raised his hands, he was only a few feet from the door, but with this guy behind him he would never make it. "Evening Agent Keys."

"Come with me, we can sort all this out, it'll be alright. Turn around."

Robin turned around slowly, arms lowering slightly, a single tear running down the right side of his face. 'Damn' thought Agent Keys 'this kid is fucked up inside. Keys continued to point his weapon.

"I'll see you later Agent Keys." With that Robin made a movement to his waist with his right hand and turned slightly.

Simon reacted with his training and years of experience and fired his gun almost instantly. There was a loud shattering noise.

The bullet had only grazed Robins ear instead of taking his head off as it was intended to, thanks to his skillful maneuvering and knocked out a large portion of the window behind him. Robin flipped backwards into the window, shattering the rest of it. Robin quickly found a grapple.

Agent Keys ran over to the window and looked out in time to see Robin detach the grapple and Run off into the shadow.

"Damn, that kid is good."

All right sports fans (ha my stuff, fans, he he) this chapter is quite a bit longer than the first because it was only an introduction, the rest of the chapter will be around this length.