A/N Look! An update! And it came quick because a certain reviewer (cough cough Imawesomedealwithit) needed it so badly! So yay, the plot thickens!
Disclaimer: (mainly because I forgot one in chapter 1) I Do not own the Teen Titans! But I wish I did...
Chapter Two: Some Sort Of Creature
Robin woke up a few hours later with a groan. His head buzzed and everything had a dim quality to it. Slowly, he sat up and tried to shake the pressure in between he ears away, but to no avail. Since his fogged brain wasn't letting him get anymore rest, though his body really needed it, Robin climbed out of bed and headed for the roof of the tower. Several times on the stairs (because he really didn't like elevators) the teen had to stop and take a deep breath while leaning against the wall for support. Something was wrong, there was this strange ringing in his ears and his head felt heavy. Eventually Robin made his way out onto the roof and stood there, watching the sunrise. The slightly chilly air whipped around his bare chest and the hero had a moment of panic, fearing his mask wasn't on. But when Robin's hand flew to his face, he felt the familiar fabric and breathed out a sigh of relief. Robin always slept with his mask on, and not even his team had seen his real face, but it still could have come unglued during his short nap.
Feeling more relaxed now, Robin leaned on the metal railing in front of him and sighed. His head still felt weird, but it had toned down ever since he had set foot outside. The black-haired teen watched the sun rise even higher and higher in the sky as his mind went back to the fight with Plasmus. Something about it was just so infuriating! Why did he and his team have to deal with this guy over and over again? Couldn't the keep him locked up? Maybe it'd just be easier to get rid of him! At this thought Robin stilled and got cold. Did he just think about killing someone? Maybe indirectly, but still...
The sounds of breakfast drifted all the way up to Robin's ears. Well, more like the arguments of when was breakfast going to be made, what was going to be made, and who was going to make it. The leader of the Titan's sighed and let his head drop onto his arms which were laying crossed on the cold railing. Normally he found the team's antics amusing, but with his head beginning to pound and his eyesight becoming foggy he really wasn't in the mood for humor. As the teen began his decent back down the stairs, something pricked at the back of his mind. Knowing that it would have to do with Slade, because that was all that ever awakened his 6th sense, Robin tried to ignore the feeling. Which was easy when he had a heavy head to concentrate on.
When the leader finally made it to the main room the rest of the Teen Titans had thankfully resolved the breakfast issue and were happily munching on pancakes. A little stunned, Robin rounded the corner and stopped with a start. Raven was gazing intently at the stove and the pancake batter sizzling on it. Occasionally she would flip the flat things with her magic. The black-haired teen made a noise in the back of his throat, still slightly in shock, and Raven turned around. "I thought you could use a break." She said in monotone, though the very corner of her mouth twitched upward in slight amusement. Robin nodded his thanks and sat in his seat. The purple-eyed girl came and set down a steaming plate of pancakes in front of him and the rest of the team began chatting excitedly about everything. Robin was not very happy, considering he didn't have to yell out breakfast orders for once he should have been ecstatic! But no, he head was now throbbing and Raven was making him think. He sighed for what seemed like the millionth-time that morning before eating his pancakes and tuning out the annoying babble that his team was emitting.
The rest of the Teen Titans were more observant than their leader usually gave them credit for, and when Robin went to the gym they made an extra effort not to disturb him unless it was necessary. The leader spent the rest of the day doing all sorts of damage to punching bags and sparring dummies, trying to work through the thick fog that had rolled in while he slept that night. But at the end of the day, he was still in pain. Robin gave one last frustrated cry and leaped through the air, kicking a sandbag with enough force to break someone's ribs.
Desperate, the teen ran to his room, threw on his uniform and took off out of the garage on foot. He didn't want to ride his motorcycle, he wanted to fly. His feet pounded the pavement as he sprinted for a few blocks before latching on the a fire escape ladder and hoisting his body up into the air effortlessly. The teen's feet had barely touched to roof before he was in the air again, flying from building to building, just focusing on the adrenaline that was flooding his body. The sun was beginning to set and the air was once again cooling, the threat of winter hidden in the autumn breeze. Robin stayed full speed, as if he was chasing something. And in a way he was, he was chasing the way things were. Everything had been changing, especially with his team. It had all started when he told them he was gay. Sure, they didn't tease him about it or give him a hard time, but there was always an uncertainty that flickered in their eyes whenever the subject came up. It...it made the hero sad that deep down his team lost a little respect for him, even though they claimed that it changed nothing.
"Lost in thought, little bird?" Robin nearly tripped when he heard Slade's cold voice, but caught himself right before he went hurtling off of a roof top. He turned around, wide-eyed and out of breath, his blood pounding in his already throbbing head. "How very unobservant of you." Slowly the man emerged from the shadows, the orange on his mask catching the last of the sun's rays and shining. Robin assessed the man's large frame with his half-crazed mind. Though he had grown a lot, he was almost 6 foot, he had stayed as skinny as ever-only managing to gain a little muscle mass. The villain towering in front of him, however, was still 6" 5' and shoulders two times the width of the heroes.
"Still as criticizing as ever." Robin snarled out, a little taken aback at himself with how harsh he sounded, but he still continued. "Shouldn't you have retired by now? It'd make my life so much easier."
"Careful, little bird." Slade warned in a low voice that went straight to the teen's spine.
"I'm tired of being careful!" He growled back before launching his body at the man. Slade easily side-stepped his careless attack and sent his arm out to punch but the boys shape was going. "You'll have to be faster than that, old man!" Robin taunted in a course voice. He started another attack, not holding anything back. This time he hit his mark and actually managed to push the villain back a few feet. Slade's eye narrowed as he began protecting himself from the little hero who was going after all the bodies weak spots. The spots known to kill. Robin was trying to actually kill him!
"What's wrong, Robin? Did you finally crack?" Slade jumped out of the way as the teen flew at him again. Slowly the black-haired boy's technique was slipping away as his fighting style became more rabid. This had never happened with the leader of the Teen Titans before, and Slade had pushed him past his limits many a time. Something was up. Deciding to go for surprise, the man grabbed Robin when he tried to attack again and simply held him in a hug of sorts. At first the teen just struggled, but eventually he fell limp in the mans grasp. Suspecting that it was a trick, Slade cautiously drew back, only to be stunned into silence. Robin had actually fallen asleep in his arms!
Not knowing what else to to, Slade began making his way precariously back to the tower, the teen carried bridal style in his arms. The man was thoroughly confused, but mainly he felt this warmth deep down that had erupted in his stomach as soon as he had drawn the hero into his accidental embrace. It wasn't what he had meant to do, he had only wanted to restrain him, but this outcome was preferable too. Once back at the tower, Slade gingerly laid Robin down and turned to leave. He glance back only once at the sleeping figure, and that took all of his self control, before he disappeared into the night.
A/N This one was longer than the first! How exciting! Now review to make me happy and to make me update faster! It works, trust me!