AN: Well, I'm very sorry for the absence I've had from actually posting, but… Ah… Well, never mind, I'm back again! It was actually someone who told me to update. I was going to write something before I went on my Wii anyway, so I thought I'd postpone the procrastination.

If that made any sense to you then please say so in a review. You can still review anyway though. Please.

Oh, and I still don't own Teen Titans. I still have a sword. It's a little rusty because I've been away for so long but I still have a sword… I'm upset that I still have to say it but I own this fic. There is a little confusion that is nobody's fault with another fic, but they're different fics and nobody's copied anything. Ouch, that could have been the longest author's note in the world. Eek. Well, on with the story. Eventually. Hey, why are you still reading this? Scroll down. DOWN!

Kitten had no idea how long she was lying there. The punches and kicks kept raining down on her. Did Robin treat innocent people this way too or was it just because he was blinded by prejudice? It didn't really matter why he was doing it; the only important thing was that she found a way to stop him right now.

After about ten minutes of trying to get the words out of her mouth, Robin seemed to get bored of beating Kitten up. He fell down to his knees, staring at Kid Flash's dead body. It was the perfect time to say what she needed to say. "I- I loved him, you know," Whispered Kitten, showing for the first time in front of Robin that she wasn't the same spoilt brat that he had met before. "It wasn't my fault. You saw everything that was happening with the blue lights and stuff… Well, the same person that tried to kill me was there. He didn't seem to want me dead, just-" Her voice broke down into tears. Something had finally gone her way and now the situation was even worse than before. There was no point in looking at Robin; she knew everything that was going on in his head anyway. It was as clear as the tears running down his face.

"You- you tried though. Tell me you tried. Tell me you didn't run away as fast as your cowardly legs could carry you." Robin seemed to be acting up again. Fury was coming out again in his face. "You just left him, as soon as he died. I bet you only stopped to thank the assassin and put your eye-drops in."

Kitten tried to tell Robin everything she was thinking. The words and emotions just couldn't travel the five inches between her brain and her mouth. "You don't understand…" She sobbed. "I'm not the same as- I've changed Robin."

"What happened? I- How- Who killed him?" He wiped her tears away with his sleeve, his anger overcome with the need for the truth.

Kitten told Robin more than she had ever told anyone. How she couldn't do anything without someone taking all of the credit for it and telling her she should be better at everything than them and that they expected more of her. How she had needed to ask someone who couldn't take credit for it but had run away. How she then saw something in Kid Flash… Then she told him all of the details of their short trip.

After she finished speaking, she dared lift her gaze into Robin's eyes. He seemed to want to say something, to ask a question. After a while it seemed to have gone away and there was an awkward silence. No blue flash came in to it, there was no sword. No one to kill anyone. Perhaps she would have preferred for something to come along and break the silence.

After a few minutes her wish was granted. A blue flash came just outside the window. There was no kind of shroud here anymore. They could see the figure clearly. He had a sword strapped to his back. The same sword that was used to kill Kid Flash and almost Kitten herself. His dark hair flowed over one of his eyes, making him look like a typical teenager. This image was furthered by the black jeans he was wearing. However his shirt was probably the last thing anyone would expect to see a teenager wearing. It was a little like medieval chain mail, but there was a kind of blue sheen to it, almost as if a blue light was being shone on it from behind. Even that wasn't the strangest thing. Two large wings stuck out of his back. They didn't look very strong, but they were certainly doing their job properly because he wasn't losing any height. Evil looking eyes stared at her for a second, then looked through the window of the room below them.

Whatever happened next must have happened quickly because they didn't see it. There was the sound of breaking glass and a female sounding scream. Green light flashed in front of the window and then there was another scream. All of the light stopped.

AN: Okay, I really hope I get round to writing another chapter but I've been doing this (and other things) for about an hour and a half. I write everything at once in a chapter or I'll forget what I'm writing. That's why everything's always so short!