Robin's POV

I hate when this happens. I can't train, I can't play video games, I can't stomp bad guys, I can't do anything. I hate it. I'm left alone with my thoughts, which aren't that great of a company. I'm going to be so behind on reports! Batman will be furious! I promised him a detailed file for the Joker's latest heist. (We fought him last week.) I clutch my stomach and painfully get up. I fall, and it takes all my efforts to get up again. What's wrong with me? It's just a cut. A stupid cut. I force myself to the door and listen against it. Everyone is in the kitchen. I creep open the door and arrive at my office. I station myself at my computer. I've got to get as much work as I can done before the rest of the Titans find me and drag me away. This is important. I'm sorry, Starfire, but I have to. I made this choice long ago, to be a superhero, it's a responsibility laid on me, and I agreed to take it. I haven't missed a report in all my years in crime-fighting, and I'm not about to lose my streak now. It's my job.

Third Person POV

Starfire returned to the infirmary, carrying two helpings of dinner.

"Robin! I have returned with your...dinner?" Robin's bed was empty. Starfire immediately flew back to the other Titans.

"Friends! Robin is missing!"

"What do you mean he's missing?" questioned Cyborg. "He was right over there a few minutes ag-Robin."

"Robin is here? Where?!" exclaimed Starfire joyfully.

"No, I don't know where he is, but he walked out on his own. Look over there." he pointed to a table with a vase. Next to it lay a piece of paper. Starfire picked it up and read aloud.

Titans,

You're probably wondering where I am. Well, yeah, sorry about that. I've got some things I have to do and I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm fine, if you're wondering. I'm not that hungry, but if you already made my dinner, I'll eat it. Just leave it on the cabinet next to my bed. Not the hospital bed, my bed. In my room, because I'm fine. Sorry again.

Robin

P.S. Please save yourselves the trouble of looking for me. I'll be back in a bit and you won't find me anyway.

Starfire gasped as she read the letter. "What is he doing?! He is in no condition to make his way around freely! He has not left the tower, has he?"

"I'm only picking up four heat signatures in the tower, he must have left." said, Cyborg, looking at his Robotic arm.

"Then, we shall go and look!" half-shouted Starfire.

"He could be anywhere by now, Star. Plus, like he said, he'll make it back. It's definitely his handwriting."

"Very well. But if he does not return within two hours, we shall search!"

"Alright."

Robin smirked upon hearing this. He had placed a bug in the Ops room so he could listen and see how much time he had. He didn't want to make them search, so he decided he would come out just as they were preparing to leave. He had masked his heat signature using a new piece of technology he had manufactured. He was quite proud of his work, in fact. And he didn't even have to leave the tower. He felt bad at deceiving his friends, but it was his only choice. That or let a stupid cut interfere with his sworn responsibilities. He didn't have much time, he had to get started. He placed his hands on the keyboard and recalled their battle.

It's almost time and I have one more report. I've got to finish. I can hear them preparing to leave.

Robin's POV

"Friends! Robin has still not returned. We must search!"

"Right," Cyborg says, turning off the Gamestation. "Let's go." They shouldn't leave, but neither should I. This room is near the ops room. I quickly grab a piece of paper and scrawl a message upon it. I stick a birdarang through it and sneak out the office door without being noticed. Just as Cyborg is about to push the elevator button I throw the birdarang right next to the elevator button. I never miss. I quickly dart into my office before anyone sees me.

Cyborg's POV

I move my hand up to press the elevator button when, out of nowhere, something red lands right next to the elevator button. Only one person had that kind of accuracy: Robin. So he was still in the tower. But how? I'll give him props for this. Whatever he did must be engenius. I pluck the birdarang out of the wall.


Titans,

Yeah, that's right I never left. Let's see if you can find me.

Robin


Spiky-haired little-ugh. This'll take a while. Robin won't be found unless he wants to be found.

Robin's POV

That should buy me some time. Now to finish this file.