So sorry about the delay everybody! I thought that this would be very quick to write. But work got in the way. Interesting tidbit, I wrote the first five paragraphs of this on my phone during a break. Anyways, today we have Robin and the sin of sloth. I know, strange match but think emotional instead of physical. Trust me, it helps. A little RobXStar mixed in there too because I couldn't help it. : ) Enjoy!

I don't own the Titans, or a theology degree .- J. Mirembe

He is a sinner.

The sad thing is he doesn't even know it. He wouldn't understand. Even if it was all laid out and explained it in detail, he would refuse to accept it. Most likely, he would stand there and argue. He might even fight over it. But never will he admit to it.

Of course, he knows he isn't perfect. But he is doing his very best to change that. For hours every day, he works and trains and studies to be perfect. It is his real obsession. He doesn't just want to be flawless. Want is too simple of a word. The fact is that he needs to be.

He already has so many people fooled into believing he has already reached that pinnacle. That isn't enough though. He has to be perfect because once the world realizes the lie he has told them, they will destroy him and the people he cares for most. When he becomes just another person, he puts everyone and everything in danger.

What drives him the most now is his debt. He owes far too many people to simply be average. The family that was taken from him, the mentor that gave him a new purpose, and the innocents he is now trusted to protect. Their belief, hope, and judgment are heavy on his shoulders. He can't stand to let them down.

That isn't even considering his team. Out of all his responsibilities, they are his favorite and most difficult. The four of them are more than just his friends. He isn't quite sure what he would do if he was forced to abandon them again. They are his family. A pair of brothers he can trust with everything. A sister that sometimes knows him better than he knows himself.

And he can't forget her. Even he tried, it would be impossible. Literally hovering nearby, always ready to swoop in and save him like his personal guardian angel. She's something special. A little too special to place her into some neat little category and still be able to live with himself.

They are the most important thing to him. He tells himself everyday so he never forgets. The team comes before the bad guys, ahead of the mission. Before the Titans, he was focused and determined. Now that he has them, he is dedicated and obsessed. He's not ashamed to admit it. They've been there to save him, even when he wished they would all just leave. She's pulled him back from the shadows he still tries to slip away into more times than he can count. He owes them his life and sanity. They deserve more than constant struggle. The endless cycle of violence that is heroism is a responsibilty, not a gift. If it was easy and comfortable, more people would join the fight instead of sitting back and observing.

That's why he has to keep reaching for that goal of perfection. The world owes them the chance to live a normal life. Or at the very least, they should have peace every once in a while. Days were they can just sit back, whole and healthy, and enjoy their lives. He'll give them that even if no one else will. That is his mission. He must be able to save them from everything and anybody. If anything was to happen and somebody fell, it would be his fault. There are no exceptions, no loopholes. They are his to protect and he will be damned if he fails them. The only day he is ever allowed to fail them is the day he dies protecting them.

So he trains with all the strength he has. Even after he feels like his body is about to fall to pieces, he still continues. To be stronger for their sakes, for the sake of his city, that's all that matters. Someday they will be able to understand.

At least, that's what he tells himself as he pushes them away. He'll play video games with his new brothers again when he knows he will be able to watch their backs. Just like how he'll watch sunrises with his almost sister again, talking philosophy and literature in the early morning quiet. Someday the sadden looks she gives him will end. They'll be able to do more together than just train and spar. He'll get the chance to build the kind of bond the three of them already have.

He prays every night that she understands why he can't be close to her. That each time he pushes her away, all he really wants to do is pull her closer. That he still remembers the way her eyes lit up the first time she tasted cotton candy while fireworks burst in the sky above them. He wanted to tell her that he thought she looked beautiful. It's just one of a thousand things he wishes he had simply said instead of biting his tongue. It's a list that grows longer and longer with every passing day.

Someday though, he's going to tell her everything. How much her words of encouragement mean to him. The way that her smile never fails to brighten his day. Exactly what lengths he would willingly go to make her happy. What she really means to him. That day is going to be wonderful. But it isn't today and he knows it isn't going to be any time soon.

He knows that they don't completely understand. Yes the job is difficult. They are all working hard, pushing themselves to their extreme limits. Their life is exhausting and frustrating, a never ending battle. What they don't see is why he must continue long after the rest of them. He is already nearly perfect after all.

But it's that 'nearly' that haunts him. Until he can fall asleep knowing that 'nearly' has been banished, he will continue to push himself on and them away. After all, they know he cares and someday they will all be close again. Someday he'll have the time and the strength to pick up the pieces of his weakened friendships.

And so he remains a sinner.

Socordia - Sloth