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Chapter Seven- Lost Memories, Forgotten Home

Dick got had the ferry stop at the island that housed what used to be Titans Tower.

"You sure this is where you want to get off?" the captain asked.

"Yeah. This is the place," said Dick.

"Alright, suit yourself," replied the captain. He redirected the ferry back to the docks.

Dick took a long, hard look at the tower's brokenexterior. Darkened, torn, mossy, and forgotten. Moss grew up the tower's side. The windows were misty and dark. It was impossible to see inside. Some windows were cracked and the only sign of life was the moss. Dick carefully pushed the front door open. It was heavy because of being shut tight for so many long years.

As Dick stepped inside, the strong smell of the salty oceanwater filled his nose. The floor was damp from water seeping through cracks under the door during storms, hard winds, and high tides. As Dick walked down the abandoned entrance hall, he hoped to feel a sense of warmth and home. But it felt no different than walking into a dark alleyway on a stormy night. Black, dreary, damp, and alone.

But through all the loneliness, Dick felt a feeling of uncertainhappiness. He turned the corner, hoping to see the old common room in it's former glory. But his dream was shattered. A wet and cracked game station sat in front of an unplugged TV. Two cracked controllers lay on the damp carpet. If the game station wasn't so beat up, it would like someone had just left the room after playing mind-numbing video games.

Dick wanted to laugh at the thought, but found himself thinking of the horrible storms that put the common room in this state. The couch cushions were torn and the windows were cracked in a variety of shapes and places. Dick left the forgotten common room and headed up the stairs, old memories haunting him the whole way up.

As he came to a door with 'ROBIN' printed on it in large capital letters, Dick came to a stop. With a sigh, he pushed the heavy door open. The sight before him was worse than he could ever imagine. As Dick looked to the far side of the room, the only window was wide open. An honest and innocent mistake anybody leaving a place would do. But due to the years Dick had been gone, the water and winds that came through this roomhad left their mark.

Newspaper articles lay strewn across the damp carpeting, wet, ripping, and smudged. A damp smell lingered, refusing to leave. The curtains were wet, torn, and lying on the floor. But some managed to fly out the out window with the help of the wind. Dick sighed at the sight.

He couldn't bare to see his old home in this sort of condition. He got out as soon as he could. Getting a ferry to take him back to the docks.

As Dick entered his car, he clenched his hands on the wheel. He began to wonder why the titans had broken up and left the tower to rot. He remembered his old room, damp and in ruins, the common room, empty and forgotten, the long, abandoned entrance hall.

Dick glanced back at the tower. His mind wandered through the haunting memories it held. The memories he had lost and could never regain. Forgotten and unable to be replaced. What he wouldgive to have a second chance. To feel what it was like. To save the city one last time.

"Why'd it have to come to this?" Dick sighed. "Why did I give it up?"

He pulled out of the parking lot and turned on the radio to take his mind off the horrific sights he'd just witnessed. But it was no use. Dick was swallowed by a sea of somewhat unwanted memories.

They were unwanted. He didn't want to remember it, he wanted to live it. He wanted the tower to be restored to it's former glory. He wanted the titans back. He wanted his children to know.

"Oh no!" Dick exclaimed remembering something he should never have forgotten. "The kids!"

A/N

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