Five Robins in a Room
By Kelly M. Maraglia
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin, Young Justice, or DC Comics in any way. The only Robin I own is Keelia, who is now the fifth Robin in existence. Oh wait, she does not exist at all because DC killed off Stephanie. glares full of hatred shot at DC from Robin fans This story was born of my rage over the SEVERE lack of recognition and resolution of Stephanie's death.
Prologue
Keelia Robin Drake walked around her house with a rare smile on her face. She hummed Christmas carols and decorated gleefully, smelling the delicious aromas of dinner and homemade cookies. The Drake family was playing hosts to the annual Christmas party of the Justice League and Young Justice 2. Keelia smiled as she witnessed her father, Timothy Drake, making the house Lobo and Bart-proof. Her young brother, Jason, was by the tree, shaking his presents, trying to figure out what toys he was getting. Keelia's mother, Stephanie, was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for her guests.
Keelia heard a wooden spoon drop to the floor and went to peek in on her mother, but Stephanie was no longer there. Meanwhile, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their guests. As Keelia turned toward the door, she felt a horrible pain in her chest and collapsed to the floor. She heard her brother cry and witnessed Jason fade away. She looked down at her own hands and saw that she, too, was fading.
As her consciousness drifted, she heard Marcus calling out to her and then her eyes closed.
We saw a simple room with five, comfy chairs arranged in a circle. On one wall, there was a one-way mirror. There were no doors or windows. The wall opened (there is the door) and a young woman walked in. She carefully decorated the room with a poster of Young Justice, a poster of Teen Titans, some Robin action figures, 2 porcelain figures of Robin and a Robin bobble head. She laid a soft mattress on the floor in the middle of the circled chairs and left the room swiftly.
Suddenly, a large swirling portal appeared on the ceiling. Five figures fell from the portal, one at a time. They each bounced off the mattress and landed in an upright position in one of each of the chairs. There was something similar about these five figures. Did they all have dark hair? No, one was blonde. Were they all male? No, two were female. The reason that these five people were similar was the attire they wore. Although two of the five wore short pants and pixie boots, all five people were dressed as the superhero (ine), Robin. All looked at each other in disbelief.
"Welcome my precious guests, welcome to Arcanum's pocket dimension!" A female voice spoke from behind the one-way mirror.
"Who are you and why are we here?" Robin #1 asked.
"Well I shall have to do something about that Robin insert number here thing. It is bound to become confusing." The one the Robins assumed was Arcanum said. They looked at the one-way mirror in confusion.
"As for the unspoken question as to how you got here, it was magic. So let us thank our benefactor, Mr. Harry Potter!" (AN: I do not own Harry Potter or any related elements to him. If you thought I did, you are silly.)
"I'm surprised you let me in your story since you hated my last two books." Harry commented dryly.
"Please do not misunderstand Mr. Potter. I did not like Book 5 because Sirius got the absolute shittiest death scene in existence! I did not like Book 6 because it was excessively predictable and just all around sucked! However, you go all vigilante in Book 7 so that one should be good." Arcanum explained her opinions. (AN: These are MY opinions! Please do not flame me saying, "How could you say such things about Harry Potter 6?")
"Book 7 was good." Robin #5 spoke up.
"It was? Oh good, that gives me something to look forward to." Arcanum replied excitedly.
"I did not even know Book 6 came out." Robin #4 commented.
"There is a reason for that, but we'll get to it. Thanks Harry! Now, shall we begin?"
"Begin what exactly?" Robin #3 asked.
"Fair question, Mr. Drake. Yes, we cannot have anymore of this Robin # etc crap! First thing on the menu is revealing of the identities!"
"You can't do that!" Robin #2 shouted.
"Oh yes I can, Mr. Todd. Now do shut up so I may continue. This is my pocket dimension. It will be the scene for many future potentially silly stories, I believe. I have been reading comic books for many, many years my friends and in that time, there have been four Robins. The fifth of you is from a potential future. I thought it would be interesting to have all five of you in one room to discuss relevant issues and perhaps I shall bring you all back later on for some silly stuff. Now with the introductions…"