Raventhedarkgoddess: I've changed my mind about leaving this a one-shot... First chapter stands, but the rest I dedicate to my good friend Morph, for more things than I can openly type. Thanks, and enjoy. Oh, and this is sort of built in a song-fic format, but it still loops out to be a story.

Chapter Two: Blvd. Of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road.
The only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes,
But it's only me and I walk alone.

I walk this empty street.
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone.

Robin walked down the road: The same road he was always on, the same road he had walked every day since he had broken the team up, to work, to his house, for long, aimless hours without seeing anything. Even the air felt familer: Depressing and silent. He clutched the small index card in his hand, felt the mask against his face: Once again, he was Robin, and Dick Grayson was his shattered idenity on the floor of Raven's small apartment.

He could see police officers patroling the streets, keeping people safe as he had failed to do. He wondered if they would welcome the help after everything they had been through: That was, provided he and Raven could find the rest of the team. Provided he could wrap up the loose ends and figure out what being Robin really meant. Provided he could figure himself out. Too much to think about, he thought, swinging his legs more and more with each step he took.

He sighed. For someone who had just reunited with the love of his life, he couldn't have felt much worse. She probably still thinks I'm a total idiot, and was just so happy to see me that she... He rubbed his lip with one hand, thoughtlessly, feeling her kiss him again, so passionate and yet so fleeting. "Not going home yet," he muttered aloud, and kept walking, his feet moving fast, his eyes up toward the sky. It was a clear night, and the stars seemed to greet him. 'Stay and tell us our thoughts,' they seemed to whisper, and Robin agreed.

He headed for the north side of the city: An old pair of railroad tracks ran down by the road. He jumped over the side of the railing to sit just above the tracks, watching the river go below him, waiting for another train to come, to jump it as he would have fantazied about and take him away from all the problems in his life, away from false love and everything that made false love real to him.

He felt his hair blow in the cool night wind and pulled the card from his pocket: There, in Raven's handwriting, smelling of the insence she had begun to burn as soon as they had reached her apartment, was her phone number. Keep in touch, she had written there. He clutched it, his only proof that the love, the hate, and the confusion he felt of the evening were real.

He looked back at the road: It was long and open, and he was still alone, even with a scrap of paper, because at any moment he could make another mistake and end up losing the only person he had come to know again. He stared at the sky and sighed: In leaving to find himself he had shattered dreams and broken lives and identies, and hurt himself more than he was willing to admit. "I never should have left, just to walk the same road day after day... I didn't find anything out about anyone but me, and that was that I'm a stubborn ass."

My shadow's the only one who walks beside me.
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me.
'Till then I walk alone.

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind.
On the border line.
Of the edge and where I walk alone.

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright.
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone.

He glanced out at the road: Would he continue to be all alone, regardless of life and of the time he could try to spend restoring the team? He knew he shouldn't care, considering he had abandoned them, but he couldn't help missing them, wanting the feeling of a team unity back. He looked at his own shadow: Even it seemed to turn it's own head when he gazed upon it, refusing to look at him.

"Why me?" Why was I dumb enough to throw most of my life away for a time, come back and find everyone had left me, and now I can't help thinking it's my fault? The stars still seemed to say, Tell us your problems. He drew his knees up to his chest, watching his shadow copy, but it still had no eyes to see him. Just the way my soul had no eyes to see how much I hurt her.

He could almost feel his own heart pulsing: Down on the narrow cement ledge, he was the only one who could have seen or known his pulsing heart, and he knew at once that his shallow, self-centered, low-down heart was probably one of the only things beating in the entire area.

For some reason, he stood up: He felt the air move up to greet his face, and he looked down, wishing he could just jump. He could still feel the love for Raven pulsing in his chest, though, keeping him moblie and stable, keeping him sane and knowing exactly who he was. He stared at the water below him and, although he couldn't exactly see the inside of his own mind, figured this was what it must be like, teeteing above the waters of insanity, wanting to embrace it, but also wanted to atone for who he was and what he had done.

Suddenly, he heart a rumble: For no reason, his hand fell to his wrist, checking his own vital signs for no reason other than the fact that he was unsure of wether to call it a dream or not, the entire night, the unrealness of the way he felt. He watched it as it moved past him and grabbed inside of the coat he wore, watching things through the mask, through the eyes of a true Robin. Suddenly, he felt different, and he no longer wanted to grab ahold of one of the train cars and will it to take him away from the deserted street, away from the place where he had let everything he cared for down.

"It's not going to happen again," Robin said aloud, raising his hands with the card still in them. "Robin is back to try again." He looked at the sky. "And this time, I won't fail you, Raven."

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

He climbed back up off the ledge and onto the road: His shadow seemed to be copying his movements, following his comands, recoginizing him as a leader. But I'm just another stupid follower. He looked up, no longer wanting to tell the stars anything about him, no longer wanting to talk to anyone about anything. He walked quickly, acting almost sure of himself.

The road was suddenly different, somehow. Less montonous, even though he was still completly alone, and he realized that all along, he'd been running, ignoring what he'd had all along, the ablity to not only love, but to fight back against the cold world he was landed in.

"I'm not alone." He didn't know where the statement came from, but he knew it was one worth making, one that was worth keeping close to his heart. "I'm going to get this team together and find out who I am."

Raventhedarkgoddess: Not my best work, but passable, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I don't own TT or Blvd. of Broken Dreams, before I forget. R+R, please.