For you people who requested for the team's reaction. I dunno if I might be inspired to write another chapter after this though… I'm sorry this is short.
Robin bolted upright in his bed, his shirt sticking to his body with cold sweat. He had another nightmare again. He leaned back on his pillow. Richard Grayson, you cannot be weak, he told himself. He's been having this same nightmare ever since that fateful day when he witnessed his trapeze performing parents fall to their death at age 8. A family friend, the billionaire Bruce Wayne adopted him. After finding out that Bruce Wayne was actually Batman, he became Robin, Batman's sidekick, and vowed to take revenge for his parents. That fall had been no accident. He had witnessed the ropes being cut, but it was too late.
The scene of his parents falling had always been plaguing his dreams since. However, this time, it came back sharper and more real then his previous replays. And what was weird was that, right before his parents hit the ground, a flash of lightning changed the scene into a dark, rainy background, and the falling object was… Raven.
He sighed, listening to the pattering of the rain.
Another hard thing, apart from not being able to show weakness, about being a super hero is that you cannot love. When you love, you do stupid things, and that object of affection can be used against you. He smiled as an image of a certain dark bird filled his mind. The steady beating of the rain with the winds drummed against his window, almost lulling him to sleep.
Wait a second… the rain… his dream… Raven!
He bolted up and dashed through the door. And, cruel as fate was, a stroke of lighting illuminated a paper settling back to the ground in the wake of a hurried leader.
He kept repeating his chant with each doomed step… please be okay… please be okay…
After what seemed forever, he reached Raven's door. He pounded on her door. "Raven! Open up! Raven! Are you in there!" Aching seconds crept by. Robin gave up all thought and typed in the override code. He dashed in, hoping to so the angelic face of his teammate on the bed, but it was empty.
"It's okay," he told himself, "she just went into the living room to… get her tea… at 2:30 in the morning… yah…"
His feet had already carried him to the common room, and saw a paper on the coffee table. What he read on there made his blood run cold. "Titans! This is an emergency! Get to the common room immediately!"
Beastboy was whining when he came in, "What in the world! I just had a drea- Robin! You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Cyborg and Starfire came in. "What is the matter Friend Robin?" asked the naïve alien.
Throat too tight to speak, Robin handed the letter to Cyborg. Cyborg read the letter out loud.
My Dear Teammates,
I'm sorry I had to leave. I am the portal for my father's return. If the portal is terminated, my father won't be resurrected. I'm sure you'll all do very well without me. I'm sorry if I've ever caused any of you pain or trouble. Please do not try to find me. Take care; I love all of you like a family I never had. I'll miss all of you when I'm serving my sins in hell.
Raven
He dropped the letter. "No…" he whispered, "NO!" He took command, "People, split up and search for Raven. If anything happens to my little sister, someone's paying in blood!"
Nobody messes with an angry Cyborg, and nobody needed to be told twice. Everyone tore out of the tower in search of their friend. Except for Robin. "It's too late…" he whispered, "I can feel it… IT'S TOO LATE!" Angry, he rammed his fist into the coffee table. It was split in two. Robin lowered himself to the floor, sobbing. Damn if heroes aren't supposed to show weakness. Damn if anybody came in and saw him.
"Why, Raven, why? We could have helped you defeat your father… why?"
He wanted to love Raven. And now… it's too late.
Sorry for the dreary story. I did mention this would be a tragedy…
Love, Dinky