Disclaimer: If I owned Teen Titans there would be a sixth season. And a Batman crossover. And a Justice League crossover. It would be too epic for words.

Chapter 2: Memories

As the Titans dispersed Robin went back to his room. If he had tried to follow them or help them out in any way after last night's events he knew that they would have stopped him. He supposed it was for the best. But he was still pissed. He didn't like sitting around while the others did something. However, Robin did feel tired.

He opened his laptop and turned on the video camera. Robin was quite certain that Scarecrow created the dust in Slade's mask, but there were still things he didn't understand. If he had to, he would go interrogate the madman in Arkham himself. But if Slade was truly dead, then who triggered the reagent? Well, there was one thing he knew for sure:

Whoever triggered the reagent had it in for the Boy Wonder.

The Bat Cave showed up on screen. As Robin expected, the room was empty except for one person. An older man stood on the far end of the room, dusting off the humming machines.

"Alfred."

The man turned at the sound of his name. His old, jovial face lit up when he saw who it was.

"Ah, Master Dick!"

"Hi Alfred," Robin replied, smiling in return. "Is Bruce up?"

"At this hour? No, he is not."

Robin glanced at the alarm clock next to his desk. It was only ten in the morning in Gotham. He was counting on Bruce still asleep. Right now he didn't want to talk to Bruce, especially not after the events of last night. Besides, Alfred is perfectly capable of transferring the files. Bruce didn't need to know.

"Do you wish for me to wake him?"

"No, no you don't' have to. I just…I just need someone to talk to."

He loved Bruce as a father, he really did, but after storming out on him their relationship became a little...strained. Over the past few years he talked little to Batman. He had only called to talk to Alfred. He had visited Gotham to visit Alfred. He didn't want to talk anyone else but Alfred. Alfred leaned in closer to the camera and squinted.

"What happened to your face?"

Robin touched the bruise that still sealed his right eye almost shut. A twinge of pain shot through his face. Alfred's lips pursed in dislike.

"Master Dick, please take off your mask. Let me see."

"It's…it's nothing, Alfred. Don't worry about me."

"I always worry about you. Please take it off."

Sighing, Robin took off his mask. If it was even possible, the bruising became more evident. The pale thin face of Dick Grayson was splashed with the dark hues of black and purple. Alfred's involuntary winch cut through him like a knife.

"I am going to wake Master Bruce," Alfred said. "Wait here while I—"

"No!" Robin exclaimed, standing up. "Alfred, don't wake him up. He doesn't need to know about thi—Alfred!"

Too late. Robin watched the shadow of the butler move up as Alfred climbed the winding staircase leading back to Wayne Manor. His hand moved to turn off the camera, but then he thought better. Even if he logged off Bruce would still call him back. He leaned back morosely in his chair and crossed his arms tightly across his chest.

The last thing he wanted to do was talk to Bruce. As he waited, however, he raised his fist in front of his face. All of these bruises were inflicted by his own fists. Slowly, he tapped his face lightly with his fist. How could he have done this to himself? It just didn't make sense. He didn't remember punching or hurting himself in any way.

A few minutes later he saw Bruce climbing down the stairs to the Bat Cave. He was dressed in a maroon dressing robe, his dark hair messy and the shadow of a beard gracing his strong chin. Bruce's step quickened once he caught sight of Robin's bruised face.

"What happened, Dick?"

Straight to the point, as always. Robin didn't want to talk, but he had called Wayne Manor for a reason.

"I'm not sure," he said. "How is Scarecrow doing these days?"

-BB-

Beast Boy walked through the tunnel, his ears perked for any unusual sounds and his green eyes sweeping the surrounding area. Starfire flew alongside him.

Coming here was a bittersweet experience. He wanted to see Terra's statue again, but seeing it reminded him of painful memories. To his surprise he felt a little resentful that Robin had sent him here. What did he expect them to find? Wintergreen's phone number lying forgotten on the ground?

After Terra died the JCPD scoured Slade's destroyed liar. True, they hadn't found Slade's body or any scarp of DNA evidence to prove that he had died along with her. That infuriated Beast Boy more than anything else. If it wasn't for Slade, Terra would have been a true Teen Titan. She would still be alive...they would still be together...still...

Terra's statue loomed into view. There she stood, frozen in time, her arms outstretched in her last act of defiance. He could still hear her scream of fury as she struggled to stop the volcano and Slade. His jaw trembled as he struggled to hold back tears.

Beast Boy collapsed to his knees in front of her statue. He should have brought a bouquet of flowers for her. She would have appreciated that.

"Beast Boy…" Starfire murmured, landing next to him. "Are you certain that you can continue?"

He gazed at Terra's stone face. An animalistic rage surged through him, a burning hatred for Slade and what he had done to Terra. For a moment he felt that he understood Robin's hatred for Slade. Like Robin, Beast Boy had fought him once before, at the carnival the night she betrayed them. Like Robin, he had lost.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was glad the man was dead.

"Yeah," he replied in a sad voice. "It's…it's just that I miss her so much."

"As do I." Her eyes never left Terra's face. "I shall never meet another person who will eat my Tamaranean folkdishes."

A small smile crept across his face. He had almost forgotten about that. Beast Boy stood up and sighed. Terra was dead, but his memories of her were still vividly alive.

"Come on, Star," he said, "let's take a look around."

-Rae-

Raven blinked slowly as Cyborg turned on the overhead lights. In a few moments they fizzled and hissed as the bulbs gave out.

"Well, that was effective."

Cyborg didn't reply as he turned on his own light that popped from his shoulder. Thankfully, the lights weren't really needed since morning sunshine filtered through the broken windows. There were scuff marks on the floor from where Robin had been, tearing through the haunt as his imagination strangled and beat him.

"Slade destroyed this place for a reason," Cyborg said, stepping in front of the tall television screens. "He didn't want us snooping around."

The empath glided over to stand beside Cyborg. She could still sense Robin's obvious discomfort and uneasiness about the situation. Although her morning mediation somewhat eased her own disquiet, she could not help but feel…vulnerable.

Exposed.

Last night when she reached out to Robin, she knew that she had caught him in an extremely vulnerable state of mind. She felt as if she had enveloped him completely as she took over his mind, experiencing his painful memories just as he had felt them years ago. She felt her heart ache as she watched his parents fall to their deaths, feel the sense of childish pride as Dick Grayson took Batman's oath of justice, and feel the anger surging through her as Slade dangled the lives of the Titans over Robin's head like obscene puppets.

Those memories seemed sharper in her mind now as she stood in Slade's lair. As Trigon's daughter, Raven knew how it felt to feel threatened, frightened and alone when circumstances seemed out of one's control. As she stepped towards Slade's throne something caught on her foot. They were the remains of the hated controller to the nanoscopic probes. Raven bent down and picked it up.

"You saw more than just Slade, didn't you?" Cyborg asked.

"I saw many things," she replied, examining the controller. "Memories that are not mine to share."

She set the broken controller down on a table.

"This place may hold more clues than Terra's tomb," she said, running a hand across the dusty armrest of Slade's throne. "This is where Slade lived long before he met us. Even if he destroyed this place he couldn't have been able to destroy everything."

She could hear faint, echoing voices, so faint that she thought it was only her imagination. Robin's harsh cries of pain reverberated from the rusty metal walls as Slade's cruel laugh in mocking reply. Figures flickered in and out of existence like retinal echoes. Robin in his apprentice uniform lying trapped on the floor, his back arching in pain as Slade twisted his right arm over his head.

"-But all you care about," Slade's voice hissed, "is your worthless, little friends!"

Raven shook her head. She did not want to see these memories and she was sure Robin did not want her to either. Bits and fragments of Robin's memories were awakened by this place.

Even in death Slade's evil presence still hung in the air like sickly miasma.

"Well, I'm sure that Wintergreen doesn't want to be found," Cyborg said. "We don't even know if the guy's still in the city."

They shifted through the rubble, being extremely careful not to disturb the delicate piles of metal cogs that had almost crushed Robin to death the night before. Raven drifted through the debris and made her way into the other rooms of the haunt.

Most of the rooms were empty. Robin had suspected that Slade came back to move everything out after the haunt was destroyed, but there were a few things left. Broken bits of the Sladebots. The melted remains of an old computer. She didn't know what she was supposed to find. If Robin hadn't told them about Wintergreen she would have never known that the man even existed.

A soft bleeping sound caught her attention.

Raven touched the gem on her cloak, which was blinking. She glanced up at Cyborg, whose mechanical eye was also blinking. The light tinkle of the communicator's ring sounded out of place in Slade's lair. She opened the communicator.

"Johnny Rancid has been spotted downtown," Robin said. "Robbing a bank. Meet the others there."

A/N: A little slow, I know. But there are several things here I would have liked to have seen in Season 3: the characters' reactions to past events, especially the ending of season 2.

I also think that Raven's POV is getting a little Dead Zone-ish, but I'm used to writing from Robin's POV. This is the first time I'm writing from other characters' viewpoints. Is Raven's viewpoint okay?

Also, when I really thought about it, Beast Boy really dislikes Slade. Not as much as Robin, but he really hates Slade for what he did to Terra.

Reviews appreciated.