It's 0:30, I can't sleep, but I seriously need to because my birthday in a few days and I can't have my messed up sleeping schedule standing in the way. But I just know that I can't sleep with this stuck in my head, so I have to. #CreativityProblems #HelpMe


Mother

Mother's Day and Father's Day were sad days for the Titans.

Starfire's, Cyborg's, Beast Boy's and Robin's parents were dead. Raven's father tried to take over the world and she hardly knew her mother, so as wrong as this may seem, even if they were dead (she actually wished that was the case with Trigon) she didn't really have much to grief about.

However, those two days seemed to be the hardest for Beast Boy and Robin.

Both Titans had witnessed their parents' death, Robin watched them fall from the trapeze, while Beast Boy watched them fall down the waterfall and crash. What made it worse was the feeling that they could've done something to stop it, if the changeling had trained his powers a lot more, he could've easily shifted into a whale or something and saved them. While Robin could've told someone about the conversation he heard between Jack Haly and Tony Zucco, not to mention the suspicious things he heard right before his parents' act.

But it was too late for those things now.

Both boys had a different way of coping with it. Beast Boy would be quieter than usually and visibly be a little distracted, and when they were in the tower, he refused to come out of his room until the day was over.

And Robin went out.

The moment the calendar marked either Mother's or Father's Day, Robin could be found for a split second in the garage before driving away on his motorcycle.

The Titans feared for their leader's life on those days.

He was reckless, made sharp turns, weaved in between driving vehicles, nearly hit trees or poles while driving and just narrowly avoided getting hit. It was almost as if he wanted to crash.

And if the Titan's alarm happened to go of on those days, the poor villain that tripped it would see stars, and not the good kind.

Robin seemed to channel his sadness into anger, and criminals were a good way for him to take all that anger out. It was rare for him not at least knock out a couple of teeth in that state. When the job was done and it was time for the Titans to go home, he wouldn't go with them, he'd just jump on the R-Cycle and disappear again.

It was up to Raven to find him, always.

The Titans didn't even ask anymore, they'd just shoot one pleading look at Raven and she'd know enough. It was easy to track him down because of the bond, so that was no problem.

The half-demon always stuck to the shadows, blending into the darkness and watching the Boy Wonder from a distance to make sure he didn't get himself killed. She wasn't sure if he knew she was there or not, if he did know, he made no sign of showing it.

Today was Mother's Day, and it was bad, really bad.

He had woken up that day, wished Beast Boy good luck, (it had become a habit of the two, wishing each other good luck on those days as they were the only ones who understood the pain of watching loved ones die) and disappeared out the door. The R-Cycle revving loud enough for the Titans to hear inside the tower.

After five hours passed and the alarm still hadn't gone off, Raven decided to track her leader down. There weren't going to be any villains that he could take out his anger on, so it was better to play it safe.

He probably sensed her, because the moment she found him, he made a sharp U-turn and headed back to the tower, locking himself in his room afterwards.

It was silent at first, Raven was reading a book in one of the corners of the couch, Beast Boy was in his room, Starfire was playing with Silkie, seemingly distracted while Cyborg played video games on the screen.

But when they could hear things crashing and breaking, they knew enough.

Starfire jumped and nearly dropped Silkie while Raven just cringed. Cyborg seemed completely unaffected, having learned early on not to question the weird things happening in the tower to remain sane.

Raven sighed and dropped her book on the couch, her body being completely engulfed in black energy before she disappeared from the room.

She reappeared in front of his room, silence filling the room when he sensed her in front of her door. She silently counted to ten to give him some time to breath before knocking on the door and waiting patiently for the Boy Wonder.

She could hear his voice, muttering to the computer for the mechanical doors to open and stating his code when needed. Raven calmly stepped in when the door opened and promptly ignored his desk that was lying on its side on the floor. All the papers that were once stacked neatly on top of it were scattered all over the floor, the information board with everything about Slade was flipped over so hard it nearly broke, judging from the slight crack it had.

His room was a complete chaos.

She remained silent as she went to sit beside him on his bed, she just calmly leaned back and let gravity do its job as her back hit the mattress, the bed bouncing a little from the force. Raven silently counted the seconds as she stared at the ceiling, even if half of her attention was still focused on him; he had a picture in his hand and was staring at it, she couldn't see what the picture was, but she could make a pretty good guess.

She tensed for a moment when Robin mimicked her actions, but relaxed soon after. They stayed in silence for a few minutes more, until he opened his mouth and decided to speak, his eyes either on the ceiling or on the picture; she wasn't sure because of the mask.

"My mother used to call me 'Little Robin' because I reminded her of a bird whenever I was on the trapeze; she said it looked like I was flying, that I deserved the title of being a Flying Grayson just as much as they did."

Raven scoffed at the irony of the nickname. "Either Batman has been stalking you since birth and gave your mother the idea for the nickname, or she had psychic powers of some sort. No way was it a coincidence." She stated dryly, although both of them knew it was her way of lightening up the mood.

Her attempt worked as a chuckle escaped his lips. "I think I'd have known if a man dressed like a giant bat was stalking me."

"He's Batman, don't forget that."

"There's no way Bruce would let me forget that." Robin scoffed.

He leaned a bit closer to her, allowing her to see the picture he kept hidden from his teammates at all times; it contained his identity, and until the day he was going to tell the rest of the Titans who he really was arrived, he planned on keeping it hidden.

It was a picture containing three people; a black haired boy- no older than ten -with blue eyes hanging upside down from a trapeze, his legs being the only thing keeping him from falling as he smiled a goofy but cute smile and waved at the camera.

This, was obviously Dick Grayson; Robin.

On one side of him, there was a man who looked like an exact copy of the boy, just a much older version. He was smiling, not a ridiculous smile like his son, but a happy one.

On the other side of the boy was a beautiful woman with black hair; her smile a little uneasy as she stared worriedly at the dangerous act her son was doing.

"She'd always worry about me," Robin explained after seeing Raven's confused stare. "Worried that I'd fall and break something, that I'd lose my balance, those kind of things." He flinched a little as the irony of his words hit him, but quickly covered it up by continuing, despite knowing that the half-demon noticed. "But my father would always tell her to relax; that I was a Grayson through and through, I could keep my balance. It calmed her down a bit, but not completely, mother instinct, I guess." He shrugged.

Raven could definitely believe that, she had felt that when Timmy, Teether and Melvin got themselves in danger. She could also remember the very rare times Arella actually seemed to care about her when she was younger. Every woman had that instinct, whether they liked it or not.

She absentmindedly began running her fingers through his still damp hair as he kept talking about his mother, he had taken a short shower before locking himself in his room, removing all the gel from his normally spiky hair and causing it to lay messily on his head.

He was a lot calmer than before; that part was obvious, but he needed to talk, needed to get everything out of his system. If he kept it all bottled up, who knew what he'd be in state to do if it exploded and he snapped.

He kept talking and talking, telling stories about his mother, some fun and some sad. Basically everything he remembered from the twelve years he spent with her before both parents died.

She knew to keep silent and just let him talk and this situation, occasionally throwing in a comment or two to keep him going, her fingers never stopping running through his hair, it calmed him, she knew, she could tell.

This had happened before on Father's Day, the events mirroring this day almost exactly, the only difference was that he was telling stories about his father then instead of his mother; Raven wondered what he'd be telling her next time.

When he was done talking, it was already late. Raven's eyes turned white and the desk set itself upright again, despite her leader's protests.

The papers set itself on the desk, although she didn't stack them in the right order, deciding to leave that job to him. The picture frame he was holding gently got pulled from his hands and put in the drawer that was (usually) always locked as he peeled his mask off, revealing the pretty blue eyes she managed to fall in love with.

She stayed with him that night, to reassure herself more than him; she simply thought he was too unstable to be alone.