Hello my lovelies! Sorry I took forever to post a new chapter. I just got overworked with high school, drama (both with people and the class), other crap, I didn't forget so don't fret if you like the story or have any critiques (and yes I know about the grammar and punctuation I don't always cheek back and find all my mistakes so no need to post it in my face) but just tell me if you liked it, didn't like it and tell me why. That would be very much appreciated. Above all please enjoy the story! Keep readin my loves!

The sun was shining, but the weather was not so warm. Its that dead of winter where even though it can be as sunny as a hot summer day where you can cook eggs on the sidewalk but the appearance of the outside lies and if you step outside in your bikini you'll freeze your butt off and every other exposed part of you for that matter. So your left to wear a sweater and a fluffy pair of earmuffs wondering if its cold enough to snow why doesn't mother nature go ahead and do it already? Come on! We're waiting!

It seemed like the perfect day to go hang with your best friends, or take your girlfriend out, or go to the park and have a nice walk with someone you care about. Yet with all those absolutely delighting activities the titans chose the duller side of the coin and went out crime fighting instead. That's how a superhero spends a cold yet oddly sunny day perfect for park weather.

This had been the third time this week the titans had been called to a measly petty crime the cops were able to take care of before they got down to the scene.

The titans were left to do whatever it was they wanted to do just as long as it was not with each other. To Raven it was kinda funny. Not haha funny, but the kinda funny that makes you want to laugh out of pity. A laugh that makes you feel soulless. Robin was never thought of as the glue of the titans, in fact it seems it would be anyone but Robin as the glue.

Starfire had done everything she could to prevent drifting of the titans once before. Once she left, they broke apart. That was an alternative future. She alone was able to sew the friends back together. But after Robin left she lost that permanent cheerful smile. She lost the ability to keep everyone together.

Beast Boy was the funny guy. Always cheering others up. That not funny sense of humor and stupid grin always brightened everyone's day. But now he has put himself in solitude from the rest of the titans. He only visits that girl Tara.

Cyborg. Strong glue. The best friend, the shoulder to cry on, the rock, the man to see, BB's wingman, the expert on machines, the titan. He was good glue. Sadly no one wants any glue. He was the last to try. He keeps the titans able to stay together for two reasons. One, Jump may need superheroes one day. Two, Robin would've wanted it that way. Even now he works on his projects day and night. Taking over as leader was not as easy as Cy figured it might be. Leading was tough. Especially now. Cy wanted to give up, but in the deep part of his mind his thoughts kept him form breaking that promise to himself. The promise they made at Robin's funeral, the time everyone figured their was no point of return for their friend, the boy wonder. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back memories, but the flashback had already begun.

It was dark and cloudy. The sky cried heavy tears as the world seemed unhappy and in a daze. That was how it should've been. When good people die the world cries with them. That's how it is in the movies. That's the way comic books, stories, television that is what is supposed to happen. But instead the world must've not received the message. Apparently it needs a ground offering. Well, screw that too. Robin deserved rain at his death ceremony. It was only proper. He was a good man. He was a great leader. More importantly, he was a wonderful friend. He wasn't perfect, but no one is. Nonetheless it should have rained.

Instead it was sunny, mild weather. Warm with a gentle breeze. People would be laughing and smiling, licking ice cream cones and playing tag in the sprinklers. That wasn't fair. Thanks world, you just let your people down. You let a good man die without honorable rain.

Black. Black was supposed to be everywhere, but it was just what could be brought. Black clothes and black decorations. The sky was one of the prettiest shades of blue the titans ever saw. They hated that.

The service was long and emotionally exhausting. IF you've ever gone to a funeral, there pretty dull and boring. Soft tears and silent cries fill the air. The stench of harsh perfume and cleaner. The black, the black, and the black. The silence. That horrid silence when you feel like you should say something but instead let the emptiness eat away at your soul starting from the pit of your stomach up to the lob in your throat. Very boring unless you knew the person lying in that coffin. Sadly none of the boy's loved one's had the luxury of a coffin or a body for that matter. No closure. Only the guilt of not being able to say goodbye. Not in either life.

Instead a slab of rock with the name ROBIN was engraved. The titans figured that was not his real name, but Batman refused to give up his "son's" real name for whatever reason. Maybe for safety, maybe just because he could, or perhaps he hated the titans and wanted them so far in the dark the Dark Knight would laugh all the way home as they cried out in agony of not knowing what he knew. The luxury of ignorance. But Cyborg was smarter than that. He knew the reason. Batman, even though he told them to let go, was still holing on. He was going to keep searching in hopes he could take that slab of rock and chuck it into the ocean. Because-halleluiah!-his son was back.

Each of the titans had said words to Robin. Cyborg remembered his as if they were spoken to him that the soft wind that blew yesterday just before the storm.

He knelt by the grave and was silent for quite some time. He wanted to say the right words. Yeah, Cyborg knew when you die, you die. There is nothing else. The others might have a different belief, but he had his own as well. Yet still, in the light of the event, or rather the pitch black of it, he felt as if talking to this grey rock was somehow going to make the hurt go away. Even if it was his mind triggering this feeling, he felt the pain in his heart. Ever felt it? It burns. It burns not like fire, but like when you say something really mean and can't take it back so whenever you see that person all you can do it wonder to yourself God what have I done? Its in the pit of your stomach where when you have that floatly feeling just before you fall down below the tracks of that adrenaline pumping rollercoaster. But Cy stood still like the rook. Imagining he was stronger. Thinking the others wouldn't noticing he was hurting so bad. Hoping this pain would go away.

I'm sorry I gave up on you, man. I know your alive, I just know it! But I have o let go, move on. If not for me, for the rest of the team. I'm gonna take care of 'em. I swear. I swear on this grave as long as it sits I will keep the titans together. I'm gonna try and make this hurt go away. I will miss you, buddy. I really will. But I have to go on.

He felt big thinking those words. Too bad he didn't say them aloud. Instead he just walked away and the hurt still burns. He hasn't been back since. Of all f them, even Raven, even Batman, Cy has yet to revisit his friend's grave. He felt like a hypocrite. Move on. If he'd moved on this pain wouldn't still be here! Would it? No, it wouldn't.

Cy opened his eyes and sighed. He hated this. He hated not having Robin, he hated losing his friends, he hated the situation, and he hated himself. He hated what he couldn't do. He wasn't man enough to move on and he wasn't human enough to cry.

Raven's Room…

No one likes pain. Pain is pain. How doe one describe pain? It's pain! Everyone had felt it, will feel it again, or might be feeling it right now! Pain is hated.

Pain is an element of black. It has no soul. It has no life. There is only agony. There is only despair. To the titans life had become this pain. A pain where the world was cast down from sunny skies and banished into dark unknowing pain. The city no longer needed them, they were, if anything, a burden. Without Robin they had lost sync in battle. Without Robin the titans had become a mess. Without Robin a lot of things had changed. This pain, this bloodthirsty pain, was in a lack of words awful. It was truly a living hell.

Raven was letting her emotions get in the way of her powers. Her mind was constantly screaming at her. You killed him! It's your fault! He left because of you! He's dead because of you! He saved you and you were too weak to save him! To stupid! To ungrateful! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault!

"No!" She harshly whispered to herself. "Please, don't! No more. I don't wanna hear it." Your fault "No!"

You'd think screaming like she was her so-called "friends" would check up on her. Well, they had. For a while they tried to help her. She was just going crazy. The titans decided Raven was driving herself to the point of insanity, a fine point they all faced but her especially. Raven was fragile ice glass that melted in your hands and slipped through your fingers unless you were able to drop and shatters her soul first.

There had been scars left on her heart after Robin left. Scars time would never heal. She knew it. She hated it. In fact she loathed it with an undying passion that her friend was taken away mysteriously, never came back, and she could have stopped it if she hadn't been dumb and actually tried to be a good friend. She hated it. She hated herself. And the screams never stop.

Jump City…

Tara loved the cold. It was scarf weather. She liked it when the sun shined but the tip of your nose felt a gentle sway of icy blow. Jack Frost loves to visit Jump during this time of the year(Me: Aside from this story yes I am a Jack Frost Rise of the Guardians fan girl! But that's another fan fiction for another time. XD)

The sky had gone from sunny and chilly to angry grey skies that stormed into the city. Beast Boy liked cold weather, but he enjoyed warm weather best. Mainly because that was the time he could wear his "cool shades" and watch the girls stroll by in high heals and shorty shorts. If he went to the beach they'd be in mini shirts and cute sundresses with flip flops or sandals. Either way, they wouldn't have every inch of their skin covered up. Tara was a pretty girl and Beast Boy liked admiring her. But winter was the time for cuddling, so he couldn't quite complain.

"You cold, Tara?" Beast Boy asked as the cold air and his warm breath collided making smoke appear.

The blonde girl looked at her friend. Her hands were cupped around her mouth and she was blowing hot air into them.

"A little, but I'm fine."

Beast Boy smiled as he walked beside her. It was getting rather late, and Beast Boy needed to get Tara back home before dark and before the real cold set in. He honestly liked this life he had. Although his friend was dead, and the other missing, he found a new friend. She was without powers, without secrets, and the only danger she was going to get in was if she failed a test at school. Besides the regular dangers of living in Jump City, or living in any area, Tara was completely safe from villains that would want to kill her, train her, or take her away from him.

He felt normal with her. Like this was his girlfriend, he was a normal human boy, they had gone out for the day and he was walking her home, tomorrow they'd see each other in school and he'd walk her to class, there they'd get in trouble for P.D.A and all her friends would fan over their relationship, he'd have normal guy friends and maybe be on a sports team, he'd only have to worry about would be his parents, his social life, and making good enough grades to pass the class and stay on the team while she'd pass with fling colors, he'd knock a few jerks to the ground for flirting with her, he'd meet her parents, he'd take her to prom, they'd graduate high school, they'd go to college, they'd get married, get jobs, have kids and their kids would repeat history all over again. Sadly this would never happen all because of the fact that he was not a sports hero but a superhero, one with super powers and super enemies. The only danger to Tara was Beast Boy.

Beast Boy swore he'd protect his friend. He swore he'd try to be normal for her. But he knew deep inside she'd meet some other guy and fall for him. That long line of the future history wouldn't be his to share with her, but someone else's.

As light snow flurries began to fall from the greying clouds. A few white flakes landed on Tara's hair. Just before she walked in her home in the city she turned to her green friend.

"Thanks again for walking me home, Beast Boy." She said.

"No problem," he said. "I love spending time with you, Tara."

Tara blushed a bit which made him blush. He knew his blushing was visible despite his green skin. He felt it in his hot ears. Tara felt warmth on her cheeks.

"Me too. So I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

With that the girl with the blonde hair shut the door behind her leaving Beast Boy still smiling and letting the snowflakes fall.

The Haunt…

"AGH!" A boy with black spiked hair fell on his face for the fifth time. He'd barley seen that foot come at him, and suddenly it had landed in his gut.

While on the ground he took the initiative. His enemy thought he was down, so make him fall. He swiped his leg, trying to sweep his enemy off his feet but he had predicted this move.

His enemy flipped backward, landing perfectly and side stepped his feet, somehow managing to get behind the boy just as he stood up again. But the boy predicted this.

He ducked and a hand flew over his head. The boy used his elbow to send a sharp hit into his opponents gut then as the man faltered he kicked him for the final blow yet as his leg arched back, a hand stopped him.

The man took the boy's leg and used it to set him off balance, in the process regaining his own. The boy was now on his back with his left leg raised above him in the air.

He felt the hot sweat on his forehead suddenly turn cold. The fear rose into him and stuck him like a throne. He knew the impact of what was coming next. He'd be thrown back, hard, landing on the firm ground and he'd be temporarily out of commission. With force the taller man put power into the back of his arm and into his solders His swing threw his much smaller, thinner, aerodynamic opponent into the air.

For a split second the world stopped. Everything was still. His hearing was dulled. The feeling of being thrown, of being temporarily flying, was replaced with stationary fear. He felt the sudden arch of his back and then the collision of the floor would know his fragile bones.

Then the bird fell. He hit the ground. The breath was forced out of his, leaving him to feel the ultimate pain of the death of pride. His feathers were falling off, slowly, leaving without a way to fly from the cage and break free from the nest.

There was a sharp pain in his spine that spread throughout his nerves and making his entire body spaz.

The boy gasped and let air suck into his lungs. His first instinct was to screw the pain and stand up to fight. A foot on his chest stopped him. The air he worked so hard for left him again and the pressure from the boot that sent all its power onto his stomach. It was rather painful and as he felt his joints popped he felt he could hear every single thing. The sudden sharp breath before his scream, the silent breath the man took before the hit, the sound of the cracks, the impact noise, everything.

The foot left him. He rolled on his stomach, determined to fight, but he was so weak. His muscles were sore, his mind was tired, and all he wanted right now was a hot shower and a nap. But he had unfinished business. In this moment, he had to show him he was stronger than this. At least one more great move, a few more minutes, just a little bit longer. He had to hold on just a little bit longer.

He forced himself to stand. He knew he was vey weak so he only could make one move and he had to make it count. As his opponent lunged in for another attack, the boy used a side-step maneuver to quickly dart to the other side of his opponent and he used his leg to kick the man in his back.

This forced his enemy to falter and while he was off balance it was time for the kill move. He leapt into the air and was ready to kick. He needed a lot of power, that required momentum. He flipped in the air and then put all his power into his right leg. His foot came into contact with his enemy's back and as it did he quickly leapt off and tried to flip back and land on his feet.

His enemy was quick and he turned as he fell, using the boy as a means to gain balance, he forced the child to the floor and the kid felt the impact of his move. His own attack turned on him.

He was done. He had grown weak and he was exhausted. His vision became blurry. He wasn't able to think clearly. The world felt like a dizzy ship rocking and swirling. He let his head rest on the floor. The lights of many colors, the spots in his head, slowly became to fade into dark blackness. He let himself go under feeling his sense of pride die a little inside him One last thought. I'll win next time. Just you watch! I won't be a loser forever! I promise!

Slade stood over his apprentice. He had gotten much better, he though as he wiped the sweat form his brow. He actually managed to put up a pretty good fight. Someday he might actually be able to prove a formidable challenge.

"I promise I'll get stronger. I won't lose forever. Just…you…..watch…-" His opponent had the strength to say that last sentence before going under.

He was no child, he was becoming a young man. Slade was rather impressed, and he couldn't push away his sense of pride. No wonder Batman had done this, it was, in its own way, kinda…fun.

There was only one big drawback. Being so fatherly, being a mentor, to both his apprentices, was making him soft. He had to keep his ruthlessness. He couldn't never let feelings get in the way of his work. If it came down to it, Slade knew Batman wouldn't have given anything to save his son's life. Give up being Batman, give up Wayne Industries, give away his secret identity, preform misdeeds, or even give up his own life. Slade had to make sure he'd never do that. If it came down to it, and Dick was in that situation, Slade knew he' have to let him die. Tara was the same. Wintergreen would be the same, but he could easily handle himself. Now there is a formidable opponent. In fact, Slade might actually lose a fight with him. Slade began to walk away when a voice stopped him.

"So, you're just going to leave the boy there?" Speak of the devil.

"Wintergreen." Slade said in his usual elongated way. "You've been rather quiet these past days. We haven't chatted in a while."

"He trusts you. You've played with fire, Slade." Wintergreen told him.

Slade thought about this. He got what he wanted. He felt no regrets. So why did this situation make him…uncomfortable?

"I have no regrets," he said. "One can play with fire if he knows the tricks."

"Fire is very dangerous."

"Takes one to know one. I look at that boy, and in a way I see myself before…." Slade paused. "Besides. One can master fire if he tries." With that the men left Richard on the ground to awaken to the world of dark, unforgiving, pain and soreness. One more crack left in his soul. Even though it may just be "one more crack", cracks can ad up, meet at a weak point, and shatter the entire thing.

Makurami High….

Tara never liked lying to Richard. She could lie to most anyone and not feel a shred of guilt. But there were certain people that…well…she just looked in their eyed and she just hated herself.

Actually only five people in her life made her regret anything, two of them she felt guilt for. The titans were her friends. And she betrayed them.

They had done nothing to deserve it, but she stabbed them in the back. She was so full of delicate cracks that one , simple, small tap and the entire picture could shatter in your hands.

Whenever she looked at Richard she saw Robin. Despite the belief she had killed all his friends, despite knowing she turned around and sold the titans to Slade, despite becoming the apprentice to his worst enemy Robin reached out to her. Richard was the same. No matter what Slade did to him, that boy, her friend, would always be in there. He'd always have the heart of a hero.

It was whenever she looked at him, into those beautiful blue eyes that put her own to shame, she felt a hole in her heart. A gaping pit in her stomach opened up. Pain shocked her core. Guilt consumed her soul. All this agony she was going through, and she put herself there. She could undo it, if she wanted. She could turn off those feelings, if she wanted to. But she didn't. Why? Why on earth wouldn't she? Perhaps it was simpler than thought at first. Maybe Tara, the lost soul, was punishing herself.

Then there was Beast Boy. In the past few months he had become her best friend. Scratch that, he became Tara's best friend. Terra was just a lost cause, a far away dream, a haunting nightmare, an impure thought, and a lousy past memory of a worthless so called friend.

But he made her feel right inside. He made her troubles forgotten, her past not mattering to her, the world seemed kinder and warmer, and the future seemed brighter all of a sudden. Then when she walked away, like she always does in the end, the pain and realization sets in and that's when the nightmares come.

Poor Terra was falling apart. Well, in reality she wasn't falling apart. The cracks Slade had put in her soul were slowly getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Very soon she herself would not just crack, but utterly shatter into a million unfixable pieces. Once that happened there'd be no going back. She'd be gone. Nothing more than an empty shell. A body without a soul. Half dead.

What is worse than death? What is more painful than living? The pain of being both. Dying in mind but living in body. That is when a person's world turns on them and there is only agony and misery left. Only the pain, only the darkness, only the guilt, and it will be all her fault.

You little liar. How can you possibly live with yourself? Honestly, how can you look him in the eyes after what you've done? How can you keep talking to that other one, the green child, after all you've put him through? You're worthless. Pathetic. A low life that needs to just disappear. No one needs you. No one wants you.

"You've been lying to me all this time. I hate you! You're not worthy of being in the same hemisphere as me let alone calling me your friend! I can't believe it! Pathetic! I can't look at you anymore!"

"Beast Boy…no…"

"It was all a lie. My entire life. A lie. And it's your fault. It's all your fault! How could you look at me everyday and smile like nothing was wrong? How can you be so heartless! I thought we were friends! I HATE YOU!"

"Richard…Robin…I..I..i'm sorry…"

"Go die!"

"Pathetic."

"Worthless!"

"I can't even look at you!"

"Liar."

"I HATE YOU!"

RRRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG

"NO!" Terra awoke in a cold sweat. The words still echoed in her mind. That evil conscience. Beast Boy and Robin too. Their words stung her, and she still felt it. It was so real, but such a nightmare.

"Mrs. Markov. I assume you do not know the answer then? There was no need to shout. A simple no ma'am would have sufficed."

The class giggled as Tara sunk back in her seat and blushed. She awoke form one nightmare and entered another. Math class.

She wanted to pay attention, and tried not to dose off or daydream but it always come back to the same old, same old.

Tara looked out the window and watched the angry grey clouds swarm the sky and shed hard tears reflected by the pitter patter from the window pane. She truly felt pain looking out that window.

"I HATE YOU!"

Terra couldn't help but let a small tear fall. She tried to hold it in, and when a friend asked she brushed it off and blamed that she was allergic to the dust in the classroom although Mrs. Sprat keeps her class sparkling clean thank you very much.

Robin. Hate me. Why don't you really hate me? Please! Please, I deserve it! HATE ME!

She had done things truly unforgiveable so she took the punishment of a living hell as it was the least she could do, but also the most she could do for those she wished she could call her friends. She could never wish for Beast Boy to hate her. It was just impossible. But for some reason she begged Robin to hate her in her mind. Why? Why him? What was it?

I HATE- I'm going to give you a second chance-were friends, right?- You're my friend, Terra- Best friends, always-I'm always going to be here for you-I'd even lose my life, if it meant you came out of everything okay-were in this together-I could never hate you, you're my best friend.

Over the time she knew him, Richard and Robin had said those words to her. He reached into the pit Terra had fallen into to help her get out. But in order to atone for her sins she believed staying n the dark pit made up for it. She knew thinking that was also a sin, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything but.

Now she was breaking. Although she had hands to mend her, she would go on resisting assistance. In a way, far into the darkest crevasse of her mind, Terra wanted to die. She wanted to waste away in agony.

Richard. A tear began sliding down her cheek. Her body was shaking. Hate me. I don't understand why you are being so nice, even when you knew I wa bad! Why are you being so nice to me? Why are you reaching out for me? I don't deserve it. Please. I want you to hate me. I need you to hate me. Hate me, please. Hate me. Hate me! HATE ME!

Terra couldn't hold it in any longer. The tears began slipping form her grasp and demanding she cry. RICHARD! She immediately ran out of the class and into the girls' bathroom. She closed herself in a stall, went into the corner, and slowly sank to the floor. She threw her head over her knees and shielded her face. There, in the girls restroom, stall 3 furthest from the door, of Makurami High, Terra, the glass girl, began to cry…. she began to crack…and soon after a crack there is a shatter.