Writers Note:
Hey! Sorry everyone who has been trying to keep up with this story. I got banned from my account for a couple of days, err, one of my stories got audited. Hehehe, that itself is a long story and would probably take me a while to tell, I will mail it to you if you wish to hear it. Anyways, the two nice people who sent me reviews. Thanks!
Dlsky and Kali Ann, (did I spell that right?) YOU BOTH ROCK! I'm not that sure about Saynt Jimmy (did I spell that right?) Well… that's one of my fav Green Day songs so I'll answer your question. No, and that was a strange question, what gave you that idea? Suggestions are always welcome. My e-mail is in my profile. Don't suggest I put Batman in though. Theres no dought in my mind that I'd do a horrible job writing him. Anyone who's new, please R&R, okay? I'm always open for new ideas, oh well, on with the story it takes place a little after Cy's death.
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S- Robin stood, the pain in his arm telling him that he most likely wasn't winning this fight. Out of the darkness a steel foot came flying at him, Robin's eyes opened in surprise as he barely dodged far enough to avoid the brunt of the attack, hissing as Slade's foot slammed into his already bruised shoulder. Robin started to run, his shoes banging against the cold metal floor of Slade's lair.
He didn't care about his friends anymore, he had to get out. A window was in clear site in front of him, he could feel the warm breeze that floated in through the bars. Suddenly a masked figure vaulted nimbly in front of him.
"Going somewhere?" Before Robin could move, Slade grabbed his arm, slamming him into the wall. "You're pretty much in a lose, lose situation here, Robin." Robin suddenly jumped, his anger giving him a short burst of adrenaline, punching Slade hard in the face.
Slade easily countered Robin's move by flipping backwards and kicking Robin in the stomach, crushing him against the wall. Robin could hear his heart in his ears, and the scraping sound of his head against the concrete. Slade coldly whispered, "Your friends lives are literally in my hands, as much as you hate to admit it, I have all the power here." Slade chuckled, his own control of the situation amusing him. "You see Robin, let me explain the situation, if you escape, then your friends will pay the price. If you die, then I'll have my own little piece of blackness, with no one to mail it to, you see, so I'm not really the one that is holding their lives, you are."
Slade released his grip, and Robin sputtered, gasping for air. Slade lifted Robin up by his neck, bringing him to his height. "Don't think your little emotional breakdown is going to get you out of this job. I am not all that, shall we say, sympathetic, in fact, it usually isn't a part of my vocabulary, and you're not getting out of the little 'coffin raid' I have planned, unless of course you want the rest of your friends to die for your stupidity.
"NO." Slade twisted Robin's arm behind his back, "So, now that do you have to say, Robin." "I… I'll do whatever you say." "Good then, I think it's about time I told you what I want you to do." Robin flinched, making Slade smile, he loved it when things went according to plan.
RA- Raven sighed, stretching and looking at her clock, the digital readout glowed with a purple light. It was 3:00 AM, she yawned. Might as well get up. Raven threw her feet over the side of the black bedspread she slept on, levitating instead of walking, since walking still seemed like a mildly pointless activity to her, a waste of time when you could fly.
She opened the door, not bothering to turn on the light, Raven found solace in darkness. Surprisingly, one light was still on though, the light to the evidence room, she could hear quiet sobs coming from inside of it. She quietly floated down the hallway, looking inside.
Standing at the evidence table was Starfire, shuffling through the newspaper articles and assorted weapons on the gargantuan metal table. The swinging light above her flickered as she helplessly cried over one article. Raven landed on the ground, walking silently to the table. She looked at what Starfire was reading; it was an article about Slade, sitting on a pile of other news clippings about him, neatly stacked in a pile.
"So." Starfire looked up startled, just then realizing that Raven stood in front of her. "Oh, Raven, I am sorry to have disturbed you." Raven retained her tired expression. "You know, staying up late reading these won't make Robin give up what he's chosen." Starfire's eyes welled with tears.
"Friend Raven, this may sound, strange, but I do not think Robin assists Slade by choice." "I guess anything's possible." Raven's voice dripped thickly with sarcasm, Starfire's eyes glowed deep green. "Raven, there is nothing that proves Robin helps Slade because he wishes too, in fact Robin hated Slade. He has never been able to keep secrets from me, or any of us. Even if Robin does now not have emotion, he could feel before, and it was so sudden, why would he suddenly act like Slade?"
Raven hated to admit it, but, maybe Starfire was right, this was nothing like Robin, and she hadn't sensed any emotional disturbance from him lately. Who knew? Maybe Starfire was right, after all, you could expect anything of a criminal like Slade. As if on cue, the both looked at the mask that hung from the wall, the colors glowed eerily in the ebbing light. "You know Starfire, maybe your right. Let's take a walk and talk about it, maybe we can figure out what happened to Robin together.
Suddenly, the phone rang, the harsh noise masking the eerie silence. They both looked at each other. Starfire walked over to the phone slowly, like one would approach a wild dog. She picked it up, the receiver clicking as her long fingernails touched the freezing black plastic. "Hello?"
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When all of the titans got to the morgue, they could see that all of the lights were on. Beast boy rushed through the door, followed by Starfire, Raven floating quietly behind them. A frantic man with thin wiry hair and thick glasses frantically ran out to meet them. "Oh, thank goodness you're here, oh thank goodness, it seems that one of the bodies has disappeared, oh, thank goodness." "What happened?" Starfire tried to console the poor man as he stuttered something about a tin man. Beast boy practically jumped on top of him. "TIN, YOU MEAN SOMEBODY STOLE CYBORG! WTF?" The little man regained his composure enough to tell them, "Yes, oh thank goodness, and the only thing they left behind was this." The little man pulled a sharp S out of his pocket, the deadly metal curve shining in the moonlight. "Robin." Raven abruptly stopped levitating, and stood. "Well, that's it, I'm leaving." She turned around.
"Wait, Raven…" "Wait Raven or what? This has confirmed my suspicions about Slade, he wants something from each of us, look at where Robin is, look at how Cyborg ended up? By sticking around, were giving Slade exactly what he wants, and I am NOBODYS slave, so once again, goodbye." Raven stalked into the darkness, as quietly as she had come into the titan's lives. Starfire sighed. "Perhaps Raven is right, I am afraid that there is nothing left for us in titans tower." Starfire swooped away into the darkness, leaving Beast Boy standing alone in the morgue amidst the death that surrounded him.
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Oy, that was tiring, I think I should go rest now. Don't worry, I'm not going to do that whole I'm holding my story hostage till five people review thing, but I'd appreciate a few reviews.