The sun… A powerful swirling mass of light and fire that surges with warmth and hope, it gives these selflessly to the planets around it, the same planets it created with it's courage and sheer determination to give and protect the life that was born from this. Right now, Robin wishes he could be more like the sun.
Starfire seems to think that the sun itself cowers in his shadow from the amount of light he gives to her and his friends. In fact, it is Robin who hides in one's shadow, but it is not the suns.
No, something darker, much darker. A creature of shadows and hate, one that with one look sends shivers down the boy wonder's spine, or one near inaudible purr that sends his fiery spirit in a hiss of rage spewing from an unknown source. His cruel punches and frustrating schemes only seem to feed his fire until those hits become softer and the pain no longer become physical, but sprouts from moral interference and lustful corruption. One that fed his unhealthy obsession until it became so intimate that the black and white blended slowly into a confused gray.
Robin never intended for this to happen, he never intended for the hate to suddenly topple over and resurrect itself into a twisted love. He chocked on the thought, and right now he dreamt for an explanation, a way to calm the scattered thoughts and then chuck them out of his mind forever. He wasn't supposed to fall for his enemy!
But he did, and now he hates himself with a passion equal to those he feels for Slade. That name lingers at the tip of his tongue and travels through his body in short electric shivers. He has no doubt that those feelings are returned, maybe not in the way Robin wishes it too be, but similar, that was made very clear during the time he spent as the man's apprentice. And now he wishes for those days to return, where he would more willing and the fear would no longer be there to haunt him.
He hates himself further to think that, he's a hero! The famous leader of the Titans, who many criminals fear with dread and now rot in prison thanks to him, save one….
Damn him, damn him to hell… wait he's already been. Robin laughs at himself before turning to look at the retreating sun, giving away to the moon.
Maybe he should do the same, just give in. It would be so easy, to give into the man's touches and silent promises, where pain would be a thing of the past. Where his constant lies to members of the tower would be buried deep within the earth along with his parents and his partnership the Gotham bat. He had been hurt too many times in his life, the snap of a rope, a bullet through flesh and the loss of trust. It was time for him to fly free.
Robin gets up from his silent position on the roof, the wind tickles his face and his cape flutters gently. A strange sense of peace settles about him as he makes his decision.
Later the noisy rev of a motorcycle and the tears of a broken red headed alien could be heard on this mournful night, and not a single regret fluttered in the red breast's heart as he sped away to the shadows. If I cannot be the sun then perhaps the gray moon would serve me better.