Chapter 9
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-titans-phanatic-lol-: this chappy is basically telling about Robin at Wayne manor. I no its not getting any where sighs itll get somewhere in the later chapters don't worry. Hope ure over ure cold.
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Story Starts Now...please say that it's still good.
Raven shot out of bed into a sitting position breathing heavily. She held the blanket close to her chest and her pjs were covered in cold sweat. She'd had another dream about Robin. She was shivering uncontrollably and had a sudden feeling of nausea. Leaning over the side of her bed she heaved.
Rachel had woke up and went to get a drink. On her way back she heard a sickening splattering sound, like liquid hitting something with great force. She winced, feeling sorry for Raven but continued back to bed, knowing that Raven didn't like being pitied and there was nothing she could do anyway.
Raven lid down on her back and groaned. Closing her eyes she remembered that Zack was coming today. She was looking forward to seeing him again. Sighing, she sat up and knowing that she wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon she grabbed the stuff for her shower and walked to the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower, she let the warm water run over her. It seemed to wash all her troubles away. Realizing how cliche that sounded she snorted and started to wash herself.
Fifteen minutes later she walked out of the bathroom fully dressed in her uniform. She boiled the kettle and drank her tea while she read Eragon(A/N: one of the BEST books EVER! If you haven't read it yet...read it!).
When Rachel got ready she Raven a ride to work. Raven's day was pretty much like her first day of work and it was filled with telepathic conversations with Seth. That night Seth drove her home and Zack was sitting in the living room talking to Rachel.
"Hey Rach," Raven said as Seth helped her slip out of her jacket. Rachel waved and returned the greeting while Zack's head shot around. Raven smiled softly. "Hey Zack," she said.
"Hey Rae," he said as he got up and hugged her. She hugged him back and they stayed like that until Seth cleared his throat. Raven looked at him and stepped away from Zack.
"Zack, this is Seth. I met him at work. Seth this is Zack. He's an old friend from Jump," she said and watched as the two shook hands.
"Raven told me that you played in a band. What do you play?" Seth asked Zack.
"Base."
"Cool. Me too."
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
With this they walked into the kitchen exchanging tips on handling and playing the base.
"You know. I don't think they like each other," Rachel said when she stopped by Raven.
"Nope. They hate each other," Raven agreed. They then followed the boys into the kitchen.
This started a close friendship between the four. It turned out that Rachel was developing a crush on Zack and Zack liked her back. He felt more of a brotherly love for Raven and approved when she and Seth, his best friend, began dating. Rachel and Seth began dating as well and Friday night double dates became a weekend ritual.
Three Weeks Three Days Later
"How can you eat that?" Seth asked Raven as he watched her pile pickles, peanut butter, mint jelly and eggs on a sandwich.
"Don't remind me what I'm eating because I don't want to know what I'm eating," she shot back and sat down by Seth. "My stomach hurts," she muttered and took a bite out of her 'sandwich'.
"Well. From seeing what you eat and how much of it you eat I'm not surprised. I am surprised that you aren't big yet," he commented dryly. This earned him a 'playful' punch on the shoulder that hurt alot. "Ow Rae. That hurt sweetheart," he whined and rubbed his shoulder.
"It was supposed to hurt and don't you dare call me sweetheart," she replied and walked out of the kitchen.
"Ok sweetheart," he called out and dodged a pillow that went flying at him.
This is how a typical morning went.
(A/N: now since we're all back in the same time frame here's a little treat.)
Wayne Manor(back to Robin. Bet you didn't expect that in this chappy.)
An annoying buzzing invaded Dick's dream. Trying to ignore it, it took him a while to realize that it was his alarm clock. Groggily, he reached out his hand and shut off it off. His hand flopped limply to the side of his bed and he stayed like that for five minutes before he woke up enough to get out of bed and stumble to the shower.
Looking through his closet a few minutes later he saw his new school uniform. Growling, he pulled it off the hanger and was sourly reminded that he was supposed to start school today.
A smirk was suddenly visible on his face and he dropped the uniform to the floor and kicked it around a few times before kicking it under his bed. Smirking, he grabbed a pair of ripped up black jeans and a Green Day tee. He left his hair(A/N: guys with longish hair who leave it down are HOTT!) And went downstairs.
"Dick!" Bruce growled. "What have I told you about sliding down the banister?"
"If you haven't said: 'keep doing it' I didn't hear you," Dick smirked and ran to the kitchen before Bruce could say anything else.
"Hey Alfred," Dick greeted as he walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning Master Richard," Alfred returned the greeting then raised and eyebrow at him. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?"
"I'm supposed to be, but I'm not going. Private schools are such a drag. Nothing interesting ever happens there and they have the most uncomfortable uniforms. I want to go to a regular school where I can wear anything I want to."
"Is that the only reason Dick? If it is then you're going to...that school that I enrolled you in. Heck who am I kidding. I went to that blasted school and they're all bloody stiff necks(A/N: no offense to private school goers I have a friend from St. John's who goes to a private school) and look how they made me turn out. I'll get everything set up and you'll be transferred BUT you WILL go to school tomorrow. You hear me," Bruce said sternly.
"Yessir."
"Good. Now go upstairs and get that uniform. I'll take it to the headmaster and tell him you're not coming."
Dick paled sightly at the mention of the uniform and grinned nervously but ran up to his room to get it anyway.
He fished it out from under his bed but only after pulling out: nine socks, three pizza boxes, two moldy slices of pizza, ten pop cans, one shirt, a pair of pants and a...mask?
Looking at the mask, he felt some memories trying to break through.
Suddenly, he yelped and grabbed his head, swearing loudly as he got a killer headache. He looked at the mask again and growled. He was about to throw it back under the bed when he saw images flash before his eyes:
a tunnel, change, bats, change, computers, change, a man in a bat costume, change, Bruce, stop.
He held his head as he tried to figure out what the images meant. He didn't know how long he'd been there like that but the next thing he knew Bruce was crouched down beside him. Dick's eyes widened as he finally fully realized what it meant.
"You're Batman," he whispered and looked at Bruce. Bruce's face turned white, his eyes widened and the hand that gripped Dick's arm tightened.
"Who–" his voice cracked and he cleared his throat and wet his lips. "Who told you?" he asked hoarsely, and against his best efforts his voice shook slightly.
"No one..I...just...remembered," Dick said quietly and looked away. Then he looked back again. "And I was Robin?"
Bruce looked at Dick carefully, sizing him up and grudgedly nodded his head and sighed. "Yes. You were Robin."
"Can you...can you show me how to be Robin again?" Dick asked hopefully.
"I can...but I'm not," Bruce said and looked away so he wouldn't have to see Dick's face.
"Why not?"
"Because I lost you once when you went to the Titans and I almost lost you for good a dozen times since you were with them. I'm not going to lose you again," he yelled.
"I can look after myself," Dick yelled back, eyes flashing angrily.
"Yes. That's why Alfred had to go to Jump to get you after being knocked out and losing your memory."
"That wasn't my fault. I was thinking about Raven and Slade took advantage of that! He provoked me and I made mistakes."
"Don't blame this on Slade. It's your fault and I'm not taking you back out there. At least not until I think you're ready," Bruce growled and walked out of the room.
"You might not think I'm ready but I know I am," Dick whispered.
He looked around and grabbed a black T-shirt with a white skull and blood red eyes, a pair of black pants that had chains hanging from the pockets and, of course, his mask.
Smiling, he looked under his bed and grabbed a box. In it was pictures of him and his family at the circus. Smiling a sad smile, he sifted through them.
A tear ran down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. He stuffed the clothes in the box and punched it under the bed again.
He'd use it when he needed to. Or felt the need to be free again, whichever came first.
He walked downstairs and stopped when he heard voices coming from the living room.
"...out Alfred. I don't know what I'm going to do. He wants to do it again," came Bruce's voice.
"And what did you say?" Dick heard Alfred ask.
"What do you think I told him Alfred? I told him he wasn't going to do anything like that until I thought he was ready."
"And when has he ever listened to you when he didn't like what you said?"
"...Never..but.."
"That's right. I think that you should consider it or at least let him train with you and maybe take him out on the less dangerous missions," Alfred reasoned. "If you don't he may decide to do something stupid."
"Maybe you're right Alfred...but.." Dick stopped listening then.
He crept to the kitchen and grabbed an apple and his car keys then he crept back up to his room and lid down on the bed waiting for Bruce to come up. He didn't have to wait long since five minutes later he heard knocking on his door.
"Dick," Bruce called softly and opened the door. When he saw Dick lying on the be the walked in and sat at the foot of the bed. "Dick..about what I said earlier–"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Dick–"
"I said I don't want to talk about it," Dick growled and kept his eyes closed. "Get out of my room now."
"What?"
"NOW!" Dick yelled and sat up glaring coldly at Bruce.
Startled, Bruce complied and got off the bed, thinking that Dick would want to talk about it once he calmed down.
Dick sighed, closed his eyes and lid back down. It killed him to get mad at Bruce like that. Bruce was one of the only people who he felt cared about him anymore...and now he'd yelled at Bruce...but Bruce had hurt him too.
He took the keys out of his pocket and opened the window, making sure that it was open enough for him to slip back in through when he wanted to, but not open enough to be overly noticeable. But not much got past Bruce and even less got past Alfred.
He climbed down the gutterpipe that traveled from the roof and went by his window. He smiled slightly as he did this, it reminded him of the circus days. His smile faded a bit so he focused on the task on hand. This usually helped when he started thinking about them.
He jumped the last ten feet and landed in a roll to soften his fall. He ran to the shed and slipped inside.
He saw, to his satisfaction, that his racing car(not that Bruce knew that's what it was) was still there. He slid into the driver's seat and slipped the key into the engine starter(I just remembered the name of it but I don't know how to spell it) and grinned as he heard the engine roar.
He revved it a few times then clicked the garage opener remote. As soon as it was open enough, he shot out of there.
He whooped as he took the turns and glanced at the speedometer. 120km. He could go faster.
He slowed down as he entered the freeway but turned left and went down a nearly abandoned road. He used to come here sometimes when he didn't feel like working out in the gym and he needed to let off some steam.
His speedometer read 130kn. He glanced around the road and ducked down to sift thorough his cds. He was driving with one hand and he glanced up every few seconds to make sure he was still on the road and nothing was coming but he still didn't slow down.
He finally found the one that he was looking for and sat up. He slipped it in the cd player and waited as static soon followed by 'music' filled the car. He blasted it and nodded his head to the beat.
Getting sick of the first one, he skipped to fourth song. He frowned as he thought about how the song described how he felt right now.
I'll be coming home
Just to be alone
Cause I know you're not there
And I know that you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're hereThis is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home
By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
Till you get off my case
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home
I'm better off alone
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home
By the time the song ended he was singing along. Sighing, he turned it to one of his favorite songs on the cd. The lyrics to Wake Up played and he opened the window and put his arm out.
I'm not sober all the time
You bring me down at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
I must be running out of luck
Cause you're just not drunk enough to fck
And now I've had it up to here
I don't, I don't want you
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you
I'm not angry all the time
You push me down at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was beforeWhere the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Eventually he went back into the city and drove around. He went on one of the slower streets that usually didn't have a lot of activity on them and saw a girl walking.
She was holding a few books and had short black hair with purple streaks. She was small with a bigger stomach but she was being pestered by two boys whom she kept brushed off. He watched as the two boys pulled her into a nearby alley.
Dick stopped the car and ran into the alley. He heard the girls pleas for them to let her go. Silently, he stepped out of the shadows and stood behind the, large, group of thugs who were pushing the girl around the circle that they'd made.
"I believe she asked you to let her go," he growled threatingly as he made himself known.
The group stopped and the man who was holding the girl shoved her and she collapsed. Another man grabbed her and held her still while the first man turned around. Dick figured he was the leader of the group.
"Oh ya. And what are you going to do about it punk?" the leader sneered.
"Let me take her now without a fight and you'll get off easy and no one gets hurt. If you don't want to do that...I'll fight you for her," Dick said calmly.
"Fine. Boys," the rest of the group(minus the one holding the girl) stood ready to fight. "Get him," he snarled and the rest started forward.
Dick backed up against the wall and waited for them to make the first move. He didn't have to wait long.
One of the men jumped at him so Dick merely sidestepped and he crashed into the wall. This enraged the group and they went for him altogether.
Dick smiled and let 'Robin' kick in. This was one thing that he really liked that always helped him think.
He sank his fist into one man's stomach and his foot made contact with another man's face. Using the wall for leverage, he tackled a man, jumped off him and sank his feet into another man's chest, toppling him and causing him to stumble back and knock over several of his gang members.
He stopped and looked at the remaining men, he smirked as they stumbled backwards to the opening of the alley and turned around and ran away as fast as they could.
Dick turned and glared at the only remaining man: the one holding the girl. The poor man looked around for help but there was no one. Even the leader had fled to avoid Dick's wrath.
"Now you can give me the girl and leave quietly or you can go out like your buddies did."
The man's eyes shifted back and forth. Seeing no way to get out with the girl, he threw her and ran.
Dick turned and was going to go after the man but he heard the girl's head come in contact with the wall. He spun around and ran over to her. There was blood starting to flow down her forehead and he began to grow worried.
He was going to run to his car to get his cell but the thugs were starting to stir. Carefully, he picked her up and, supporting her head, carried her to his car.
He put her in the backseat, covered her with a blanket that he always kept in his car, rolled up his jacket and put it under her head and jumped in the front seat.
He knew that he should have gone to the hospital but he turned into the lane to go back to the house.
He glanced back and saw a spot of blood on the jacket that trailed up to the cut on her head and it wouldn't stop growing. His cell phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open
"Yo," he said.
"Dick?" Bruce's voice could be heard.
"Ya."
"Oh thank God. Dick do you know how worried I've been? Where the hell are you?"
"Um. Bruce, do you think you could get some bandages and that kind of stuff?"Dick asked ignoring Bruce's question. He glanced at the girl in the back again and sped up.
"Dick! What happened?"
"Just have them ready Bruce. I'll be there in a few, I'll explain everything then," Dick said and hung up without waiting for Bruce's answer.
He sped up and glanced at the speedometer again. He was going 150km so he slowed down. He'd be no use to the girl if he crashed trying to get her help.
He reached the manor in about five minutes. Bruce was there waiting for him and as soon as Dick stepped out of the car Bruce bombarded him with questions, all of which were ignored. Dick walked to the car's back door. He opened it and looked at Bruce with an expression that said 'duh'.
The sight of the girl made Bruce shut up. He took her out of the car and ran up the steps–two at a time–into the house where Alfred was waiting with the bandages.
Alfred and Bruce were looking after the girl and wouldn't let Dick see her until they were done. Needless to say, Dick was worried sick by the time Alfred came and told him he could see her.
When Dick walked into the room Bruce was talking to her. They stopped when Bruce saw him.
"Dick, this is Rebecca," Bruce said and the girl, now known as Rebecca, nodded. "Rebecca, this is my son Dick."
"You ok?" Dick asked.
"I'll live," Rebecca replied dryly, "thanks to you," she smiled slightly.
"That's good."
"I should go," she said as she started to get up.
"Are you sure? You could stay here if you want," Dick told Rebecca as he gazed into her startling blue eyes.
"I'm sure. I can call my boyfriend to pick me up," Rebecca said.
"That's ok. I'll drive you," Dick said and got up.
"No. That's fine. I appreciate what you did but I'm fine," she said coldly and aimed an icy glare at Dick.
He winced back but countered with his own glare at her. He opened his mouth to argue back but Bruce put this hand on Dick's shoulder and silenced him with a look.
"I'll show you where that phone is," Bruce told her and led her out of the room.
Dick growled and stomped to his room. Bruce came up a few minutes later but Dick refused to let him to talk.
About fifteen minutes after Dick went in his room the doorbell rang.
"I got it!" he yelled as he slid down the banister. He jumped off and stumbled to the door. "Who are you?" he asked the guy who was standing on the porch.
"I'm Seth. Rebecca called me and told me I had to come pick her up," Seth said, looking at Dick eyes narrowed. "If you did anything to her. I swear I'll–" he didn't get a chance to finish his threat because he saw Rebecca walk up behind Dick. "Becca!" he yelled and pushed past Dick. "What happened to your head? Wha–"
"I'm fine Seth. Don't worry," she said rolling her eyes.
"Old habit die hard," Seth muttered and wrapped his arm around Rebecca's waist protectively.
"Yes," she said and pried his arm away from her waist waist. "And that includes not being touched."
"Fine," Seth muttered looking put out. "You ready to go now?"
"Ya. Just a sec," she said and turned to Bruce. "Thanks," she said and gave him a small smile.
"Any time. If you ever need any help you're welcome here," he said and held out his hand. Rebecca took it and they shook.
"Thank you," she said and turned to Dick. "...Thanks," she said and walked over to Seth. "Now I'm ready," she said and they walked out the door.
Dick watched her go with a feeling of great loss for a reason that he couldn't place.
8 months later
After 12 hours of labor, Rebecca Rothen gave birth to Robbie Tylor and Nikki Jay Rothen.
A/N: how was this one? I know it took a bit of a long time to get but I had it wrote and I just needed to type it and the night that I was going to type it we got stuck in Bay D Espoir and then we went to Gander and I didn't have the story with me so I couldn't type it out there. I have the next chapter written so it shouldn't take me to long to type it. This chapter was supposed to be a Christmas to all you readers and especially you reviewers but now it's going to be a late Christmas and a New Year's gift. Hehe. HAPPY NEW YEAR PPL! Remember: R&R. Hey Inspector!
Nikki:(