Gahh! Chapter 4! I'm surprised I've gotten this far. Thank you so much to all of my reviewers, without you I would never have gotten past chapter 1. I have some really crazy ideas for where this is going so please stay with me till the end of this. Just to warn you though, I have no clue how long this is going to be. Anyway, I still don't own Teen Titans…surprise, surprise.
Let's Rock!
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The next three days were pretty uneventful, well for Robin at least. With all the blood he had lost and the size of the wound on his side he was bedridden for them. All of the titans came to visit him at one point or another, Starfire most of all, though none of the visits were anything like the first. Mostly it was filled with casual chatter, or Robin giving orders for training and such. What time he had alone, which happened to be quite a bit, he spent going over the fight with Len in his head. Something about the fight bugged him, Len's fighting style, it was so familiar. He couldn't place it but there was just something about Len that he couldn't shake, and then there was the dagger. He didn't know where, or even when, but he had seen that dagger before, and he needed to find out. That is what he was doing today.
Robin was in the crime lab at the computer. He had been speaking with weapons experts, designers, museum curators, nobody in all of jump city had ever heard of, much less seen, a blade to match the description of Len's. Robin was about ready to give up and get something to eat when a thought struck him, no one in Jump city knew of the blade, but maybe someone in Gotham would. Reaching for the phone Robin dialed the biggest museum in all of Gotham. "Hello, Gotham Museum of Art and History, how may I help you." A kind sounding woman's voice came out of the speaker. "Hello, this is Robin; I need to get a hold of the person in charge of your ancient weapons wing." "One moment please." The voice spoke and was followed by what sounded like old elevator music. I hate being put on hold. After about five minutes Robin was starting to get fed up, he was about to hang up and try calling back when the music stopped and a deep rough voice came over the phone. "This is MacGuffin, what can I do for you Robin?" Robin smiled, he recognized that voice, it was one of Bruce's old friends and one of the few Robin had actually liked. "Yes, I'm looking for information on a certain blade, trying to find out its origins or anything special about it that could be of use at the moment." MacGuffin cleared his throat, "I'll be happy to help in any way I can, so what does this blade of yours look like?" Robin described the blade to him and was followed by a pause on the other end of the line. "So, anything?" Robin asked eagerly. "I know the blade you're talking about, and I would think you should too." Robin was confused, "Why should I know of it?" MacGuffin chuckled, "You almost killed a man with it the night you met Batman; don't tell me you forgot about that night already." "Thank you." With that Robin hung up the phone. He hadn't forgotten that night, he would never forget that night. Had Batman not stopped him then he would have murdered the man that killed his parents and been consumed by his vengeance. That night had changed his life, that blade would have made him a murderer.
Robin walked into the common room for the first time since Len had come on the scene, the sun in the windows stung his eyes and his side was still sore from the wound, he knew he could have had Raven heal it, but opted not to for reasons of his own. He wanted to remember the pain, to be able to use it as Batman had taught him. Looking around Robin saw that all the other titans had been waiting for him to start breakfast. "Yo dude, welcome back, whatcha want for breakfast?" Cyborg asked loudly. Robin looked at him, "As long as it isn't something green or made of tofu I just want food." Cyborg clapped his hands, "Bacon and eggs it is then!" and he moved off to the kitchen. Robin went over to the coach where the rest of the titan, minus Raven who was meditating in the air next to it, sat watching cartoons. Robin took a seat between Starfire and a very groggy looking Beast Boy. "Morning Star, morning Beast Boy." Beast boy replied with an indecipherable series of grunts while Starfire gave Robin a very light hug. "Good morning Robin, I am glad to see you are better." Robin smiled slightly, "Thanks Star, I do feel better now."
The morning passed without incident, nothing more than the usual training drills and general goofing off. A little after lunchtime however an alert came on, it seemed that Fang had broken out of jail again and was robbing another jewelry store. Due to his injury it was decided that Robin would stay behind while the others took care of Fang. "Good luck guys, and be careful." He said to them as they left the tower. Once they left Robin went to the place that he did his best thinking, the training room. Taking off his shirt Robin looked at his wound, it had been stitched up and was healing well, he tested how far he could stretch it, not quite as far as usual, but it was pretty close, which was a good sign. Robin walked over to his new punching bag, having had to replace the one he broke at the New Year's party, and pushed it into a slight swing. The metal chain gave a slight creek as it was put into motion, followed by a loud thump as Robin landed a side kick on the bag making it swing all the harder. After a minute or two Robin's body fell into a rhythm and he let his mind wander. Who is Len, how did he get that blade? I haven't believed in coincidence in a long time, but right now I really wish I could. Len knows what I almost did that night, somehow he found out, he saw me. The worst part is he knows how I feel about Starfire; I can't let her get hurt, I have to stop this guy. The only problem with that is I have no idea where to start looking for this guy. When his thoughts faded away Robin moved back from the bag and looked at a clock, he had been practicing for nearly an hour. Robin went to go get a towel when he felt a sting in his side; he looked down to see that he was bleeding slightly. Looks like I overdid it a bit better get this cleaned up before the other see. Robin grabbed a towel and gritted his teeth against the sting of sweat in the wound. He made his way to the infirmary to grab something to clean his side when a thought struck him. He stole the knife from Gotham, maybe Bruce knows something about it, he was there that night. Deciding that he should still clean himself up Robin continued to the infirmary. He grabbed a few cotton swabs and cleaned up the blood, then he wiped some disinfectant on the wound. After this Robin made his way to his room.
Robin pulled his shirt back on and sat down at his computer. He grabbed a headpiece and sent out a link to the computer in the bat cave. "Batman, this is Robin, do you read?" A few moments later Batman's face appeared on Robin's screen, "I copy, what do you need Robin?" "Is it clear on your end?" Batman nodded, "its clear Dick." "I need to ask you something Bruce, has anything been stolen from the Gotham museum of art and history recently?" Batman did some searching with his computer. "Nope, nothing in the last year and a half, why?" Robin scratched his chin, "We have a new player in town and his weapon matches the description of the dagger from…that night." Batman's face was unreadable, "I see, well I know for a fact that knife is still there, I saw it earlier today." Robin continued to scratch his chin. "It's possible it is nothing but a replica." Batman offered. Robin shook his head, "I don't know I have a feeling something big is going on here. Thanks for your help Bruce, Richard out." With that Batman's face disappeared and Robin turned off his computer. Great, just what I needed, I go looking for answers and just find bigger and harder questions. I hate my luck.
Robin's thoughts were soon interrupted by the triumphant return of his team. "Hey Robin, get out here, it's time to party!" Beast Boy yelled from the entryway. Robin got up from his desk and went into the main room. "What took you guys so long?" Robin asked jokingly. Starfire, however, thought he was being serious "I am sorry for our lateness Robin, but friends Cyborg and Beast Boy insisted on getting the pizza in celebration of our victory." Robin smiled at her, "No need to apologize Star, I was only kidding." Starfire blushed slightly, but did smile when she saw that Robin was truly joking and was not angry with them. The rest of the day was spent in celebration of the four titans' victory over fang, including some very poorly done reenactment by Beast Boy. Robin enjoyed hearing the tales of how they had beaten Fang, but truly his mind was not very focused on their stories so much as on all the questions that were swimming trough his head at that very moment. Most prominent among these, how can I protect her?
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Well, there is Chapter 4 for y'all, I know it kind of lacked in the action department, but it will pick up in the next few chapters, I promise. I hope you liked it, please continue to review, I like reviews.