Disclaimer: Well, this sucks. Apparently I don't own Teen Titans or DC Comics.

A/N: Hey peeps! So I realize that I'm dragging out this mystery…Mellow, please don't implode…but I could have been lame and done this in 10,000 words with a stupid plot. That's not fun. So please bear with me. I guarantee you that the ending is worth it.

And I like to see you all suffer and come up with theories.

;)

"And what do you think you'd ever say?

I won't listen anyway…

You don't know me

And I'll never be what you want me to be."

-Johnny Rzezkik. "I'm Still Here (Jim's Theme)"

Part 4: Set in Stone, The Cyborg's Tale

Chapter 18: Fathers

-Rae-

3:08am

Jump City, California

Titans Tower

She stood next to the couch, where they had set Cyborg's unconscious body. She and Robin stood hunched over him. Robin was fiddling with Cyborg's computer, which Beast Boy's gorilla form had dragged out to the common room. Sweat poured down his face as his fingers raced across the keyboard, trying desperately to counter the virus raging through Cyborg.

Beast Boy's hand hovered towards the power cord, which was still connected to Cyborg's chest.

"Don't touch the power cord!" Robin snapped. "We don't know what's hit him. Removing the cord may fatally damage his internal system."

Beast Boy flinched as drew his hand back quickly, as though he touched a hot stove. Starfire and Beast Boy stood awkwardly to the side, watching the two with fearful eyes.

Unadulterated fear filled the room and swirled around her, the sharp tendrils of emotions picking at Raven's consciousness like needles. She could feel Robin's uneasiness as he struggled to fight against the virus. He was tired, and whoever this hacker was got into Cyborg pretty well.

This was the fourth attack. The previous two attacks were meant merely to annoy, but this—this was just begging for a war. Raven felt the raging demonic forces deep inside her simmer with anger, threatening to overtake her. Whoever had done this—all of this—to her friends was going to pay. Perhaps she would even deign to let out Trigon for a little while just to mess with them. Then the perpetrator would understand what real fear felt like.

But for now, she needed to help her friend.

"Cyborg…" Raven murmured.

Raven placed a cool hand on his sweaty forehead. She could sense his consciousness swimming beneath her cool fingertips, barely alive and humming gently with the mechanical part of his brain. His body twitched as the virus messed with his system.

So, it had come down to this.

She could feel the eyes of her teammates upon her. Raven didn't have to ask to know what they were worried about: all of them had been attacked. Now it was her turn.

Raven was prepared for whatever the perpetrator had in store for her. He couldn't possibly understand her predicament as Trigon's daughter. No one else knew about her mysterious past aside from the little she told Starfire. She heralded the end of the world…how could it possibly get worse than that?

"What's wrong with him?" Beast Boy asked.

"When he connected the power cord to himself the virus managed to get into his system," Robin replied. "It's trying to shut him down. Permanently."

"X'hal," Starfire breathed.

Everyone fell silent. The only sounds Raven could hear were Cyborg's gasps and Robin's frantic typing. She could feel Robin's uneasiness grow and ensnare him. His thoughts seemed to jump out at her. He was worried that his skills wouldn't be enough to save Cyborg. She heard the faint sound of a woman's voice. His mother. Raven shook her head until the sound went away. Those were his memories.

"I'm going to try to revive him," Raven said.

Robin's fingers slowed as he looked up at her. He nodded and put a hand to his forehead. Raven wasn't sure if this was going to work, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

Her eyes glowed as she murmured the spells the monks of Azarath taught her. Her hands hovered over his unconscious figure. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to revive him, that the virus wreaking his system had permanently damaged him. She was afraid that her spell would not be compatible with Cyborg's mechanical parts.

"Come on, Cy," Beast Boy said, his eyes wide in terror.

She found herself thinking the same thoughts. All this time—ever since Robin was infected with the dust—she had never afraid for herself. What she told Cyborg yesterday was true: she did not care what happened to her. Maybe it would be good if something did happen to her. Then perhaps the world wouldn't come to an end.

With a loud gasp Cyborg woke up. His mechanical parts began to glow a healthy blue. His infrared eye glowed scarlet as his system went back online. Raven let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding. She put a hand to her aching forehead. As always, she felt a little weaker after healing someone.

"Cyborg, are you all right?" Robin demanded.

"I'm…I'm fine…" Cyborg replied, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "That bug wasn't meant to kill me."

"How do you know?" Beast Boy asked.

"I'm still alive, aren't I?" Cyborg rolled off of the couch and stepped gingerly onto the floor. "There's just a few diagnostic tests I have to run…just to make sure that I'm okay."

Robin pressed a hand to Cyborg's chest and pushed him back onto the couch.

"How can you be sure that you're okay? I'll help you—"

Cyborg looked annoyed at Robin's persistent nagging. But Raven felt as though Robin had a valid point. Even if the virus wasn't meant to kill it still gave everyone a scare.

"I'm fine. No else has died yet, right?"

"No, but…" Robin trailed off.

No one liked to think of that option. As Robin and Cyborg continued to argue Raven's mind wandered to other things.

That premonition of evil tugged at the corners of her mind.

-S-

3:47am

Jump City, California

Titans Tower

She draped a blanket over Robin's sleeping figure. The poor boy was so tired from running around…trying to help her and Cyborg…that he just collapsed onto the couch. She knew that Robin was a light sleeper (he always told off Beast Boy for making a racket late at night) and didn't want to risk waking him up. He got too little sleep as it was.

He looked so innocent when he slept. She suppressed an urge to place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze gently, as though to comfort him.

By now the others had gone to bed. Cyborg placed an external battery pack on himself before heading off to bed. The Boy Wonder, too tired to make it to his bedroom, simply fell asleep on the couch as he was reading his files.

She didn't like this one bit. Honestly, they should have guessed that something like this would happen ever since the intruder sneaked into the Tower. Now Titans Tower no longer felt safe. She felt as if she was in a nuclear power plant just about ready to explode in a meltdown. Villains breached these walls too often. The HIVE kids. The Sladebots. That intruder. Starfire didn't know whether she could sleep well tonight.

The only other person still up was Raven, but even she was preparing to go to bed as well. Starfire held out a hand and called out her friend's name.

"Raven?"

Now that each of them in turn had been attacked, Starfire became worried for her friend. This new attack now put her on the edge. If anything, this situation was similar to Robin's brush with the dust. Beast Boy and Starfire could definitely survive the attacks, but Robin and Cyborg…

Well, in both instances there happened to be a chance of death.

What would happen to Raven?

These attacks were no longer personal…they were fatal. Starfire didn't quite believe Cyborg's assertions that the virus was harmless. Nothing about this was harmless. Perhaps the perpetrator had grown tired of toying around with them.

"What?" Raven asked, sounding weary.

Starfire chose her words carefully. Reviving Cyborg must have taken a great deal out of her, especially everyone had been up late tonight. It might have made her more snappish than usual.

"Are you not worried about what the perpetrator will do to you?"

"No. No I'm not." Raven's lips turned into a frown. "Whoever has been doing this to us wants us to act like this. I'm not going to panic. I already told Cyborg that I am not afraid."

"But—"

"But what Starfire?" Raven asked, her voice snappish.

Even after living with Raven for over a year Starfire's joyous optimism still could not penetrate Raven's pessimism. What was her problem? All Starfire wanted to ask was why she was not afraid, but she felt as though she knew the reason already. Back when they switched bodies they were forced to explain their histories to each other. These attacks were meant to attack the Titans' personal histories. Raven mentioned that she was born in a place called Azarath, where the monks taught her everything she knew about magic.

Would the perpetrator, perhaps, decide to target the monks? Would that get Raven's blood boiling?

Or would something else happen entirely?

"Even if you are not worried," Starfire said, "I am."

The anger in Raven's face subsided. Starfire wondered why Raven was such an introvert, even more so than Robin. At least Starfire knew that he used to work with Batman in Gotham City and knew of their rocky relationship. None of the Titans knew anything about Raven's past. Who her family was or…anything.

"It would be fantastic if the perpetrator targeted my father," Raven said. "It would do the world some good."

Her father? Starfire only heard Raven mention her father once or twice, but never in a good tone. An expression of surprise crossed Raven's face, as though she was surprised that she spoke about her father in front of Starfire.

"We should all be in bed," Raven said, turning away. "Good night, Starfire."

The empath drew her hood over her head and headed out of the common room, leaving Starfire alone with a sleeping Robin. Her eyelids threatened to fall over her eyes. As much as she disliked leaving him alone in the room, she moved towards the hallway and turned off the overhead light.

No one could tell what the sunrise would bring.

-R-

6:32am

Jump City, California

Titans Tower

When he woke early the next morning he found that someone had draped a blanket over him. He rolled over and saw Cyborg's computer still resting beside the bed. Robin sat up and stretched. For once he had a dreamless sleep. No nightmares.

He still felt tired and had an urge to lie back down and sleep for a couple more hours, but after this latest attack on Cyborg he couldn't afford to waste any more time. That had been much too close for comfort. If these attacks were going to escalate in intensity then there was the possibility that Raven could be killed.

Robin couldn't let that happen.

"Good morning."

He turned his head. Raven stood at the kitchen counter making herself a cup of herbal tea. He glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw that it was about six thirty in the morning. Oh wonderful. Only four hours of sleep.

"How's Cyborg?" he asked.

"He's fine," Raven replied, wrapping her hand around the cup of tea. "He's just sleeping."

"Raven, about the attacks—"

"Please, Robin, don't ask me about that," she said, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not afraid. There is nothing that can be done."

He didn't like her tone. Even if he couldn't stop these attacks there was one person who could help. Robin was at the end of his rope. He couldn't stand this anymore. These attacks just kept getting worse and worse. He couldn't stand seeing his friends suffer. His friends' safety was much more important than his pride. This latest attack finally pushed Robin to desperation.

"I need to call Batman," he mumbled.

"Why?" Raven asked.

"I just…I just need to talk to him. I need to talk to…" he looked at her oddly. "I have to go."

He nearly stumbled back to his room in a daze, still sleepy from their late-night escapades. As he clicked on the light he glanced at the clock. Robin wasn't sure if he wanted to call Bruce, but at this time of day he could at least talk to Alfred.

Robin slumped into his chair and powered up his laptop. As soon as he logged in he called Wayne Manor. Could he really be doing this? After two years of little—yet nasty—interaction, Robin was finally calling home for help. This wasn't like the last time he called Wayne Manor. Last time he didn't want advice or coddling. Last time he wanted information so that he could figure this out on his own. But now…now he actually wanted Bruce to come help.

The webcam flickered to life. The gloomy interior of the Batcave came on screen, but Robin was surprised to see a familiar costumed figure sitting in front of the computer screen.

"Bruce!" Robin said, failing to hide the surprise in his voice. "You're up."

Alfred rolled his eyes, as though disapproving of this. Bruce looked ragged; more ragged than usual, anyway. He wasn't even in his pajamas. Bruce was still dressed in his costume, the cowl hanging loosely down his back.

"I've been investigating Clayface's involvement in Black Mask's drug ring," Bruce replied, his eyes still glued to the computer screen. "I suspect the Joker's involvement."

"The Joker? But isn't he in Arkham?"

It was Robin's turn to feel confused. If there had been a breakout at Arkham he would know, even if he wouldn't get involved in the clean-up. But how on earth would the Joker get involved in one of Black Mask's drug rings?

"Don't ask, Master Dick," Alfred said, lowering his voice. "He's been obsessing ever since he came back from patrol last night."

Bruce was always obsessive, but Robin could see why Alfred felt worried. He couldn't make a logical connection from Clayface to the Joker. As far as Robin knew, the two of them had never worked together before. Unless someone had hired both of them for the same operation, which was always a possibility, but—Robin shook his head. He didn't work with Bruce anymore.

"Bruce," Robin said firmly. "Bruce!"

His mentor turned his head from the computer screen. Purple bags hung beneath his red-rimmed eyes. He looked more a homeless bum than the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. Robin couldn't help but feel a keen connection to Bruce. Like Batman, he had been out all night trying to solve the mystery.

"What, Dick?"

Bruce's tone was surprisingly hard and snappish. Robin wanted to snap back a reply, but swallowed the insult.

"I…I need your help," he forced himself to say. "Last night Cyborg was attacked. Someone—or something—hacked into his system."

His mentor studied Robin's face carefully, as though hardly believing that he was actually asking him for help. Glancing to the side, Robin rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke to his bedroom wall.

"What I guess I'm trying to tell you is…I need help."

It killed him to admit that Bruce was right. Robin had done all that was humanely possible to prevent these attacks and he had failed. He liked to consider the Titans professionals. Bruce must have sensed his desperate tone.

"I will help you," he said. "You know the protocol. Send me all of the information. Depending on whether or not I finish this business with Clayface I might just fly out to Jump City today."

"I…thanks."

"Running to daddy now?" Slade's snide voice spoke. "Thought you were better than that, Dick."

Slade.

Robin looked Bruce squarely in the face. As he thought over the last few days he knew that he needed to talk to Bruce. Tell him what really happened during that time he was Slade's apprentice. It was sad, really, how it took such extreme circumstances for them to talk.

"There's something else I want to talk to you about."

Robin's finger twitched, as though he meant to turn off the webcam before he could say anything. Did he really want to talk about this with him? For the past week he had been denying to everyone—the Titans, Clark, Barry, and Alfred—that he wanted to talk. As his legal guardian, Bruce had the right to know what happened. For almost a year Robin kept the information and memories to himself. Whoever triggered the dust made him realize one thing: he appreciated Bruce more than he realized.

Bruce had done so much for him. He took Dick in as a child out of the honest goodness of his heart. He didn't adopt Dick Grayson so that he would train him as his protégée. If anything, he tried to shield Dick from the criminal underground—training him only after Dick found out that he was Batman. Bruce even went after the man responsible for his parents' deaths mere hours after the accident. It had been he—not Bruce—who stormed out on the relationship. Never once did he tell Bruce how much he appreciated him.

What Barry said was true: Bruce had become his father in the absence of John Grayson. Even if Bruce showed his love in odd ways he still cared.

The least Robin could do was tell him how he felt.

"It's about Slade."

Bruce stiffened visibly. Alfred paused in the process of picking up the empty breakfast tray. Robin felt a little hesitation. Was he ready to tell Bruce about this? Was he ready to tell him what he went through? Ready to show him the "surprise" video Slade left in the Tower as proof of Slade's violent tendencies? Was Bruce ready?

He was about to find out.

Robin sat down in his chair and gathered his courage. He had been putting this off for over a year. It was no secret among anyone in the superhero community that he had been Slade's apprentice. No one knew what happened in that ambiguous month besides Robin, who didn't dare tell anyone—not even Bruce.

"I just…I just want to talk about what happened. I heard through the grapevine that you wanted to talk about it too." Robin glanced down at the floor. He had to tell Bruce the thing that made him the most anxious. "Slade—or Deathstroke—knew my identity."

Bruce folded his hands together and shut his eyes tightly. "I suspected…you stayed with him for so long that I…"

Bruce trailed off. Of course, Bruce would have at least suspected that Slade knew his identity. Why did Robin think that only he knew this? It was so obvious. Slade made him steal from Wayne Enterprises. Just because Bruce never mentioned it didn't mean that he hadn't seen the security footage, which Robin knew he must have seen.

"He knew your identity, Bruce."

A heavy sigh escaped from the dark knight. Robin always wondered how Bruce would react to this. Deep down, the man must have known. That sigh was a sigh of resignation, not of surprise or worry. Encouraged by this, Robin continued to speak.

"He made me steal from Wayne Enterprises. From you." Robin ground a palm into his forehead. "It was terrible."

As Robin spoke he noticed something strange: Bruce's hands kept twitching, as though itching to go back to the keyboard. He seemed fidgety, as if he had too much coffee to drink this morning. He seemed impatient. As Robin moved onto the topic of Slade's beatings Bruce cut him off in a harsh voice.

"Did you tell him our identities?"

What? Robin could not believe that those words just came out of Bruce's mouth. What was…this wasn't like Bruce. Baffled, Robin went on the defensive.

"I—I didn't tell him!" Robin exclaimed. "He didn't force me to tell him. He didn't torture our identities out of me—he just knew!"

Bruce got out of his chair. Both of them stood glaring at each other as Robin stood there with his fists at his sides, trying to fight back tears. Bruce just didn't understand. Maybe that was why he why so reluctant to tell Bruce in the first place. How could Bruce possibly understand what he had gone through? Did he honestly think him weak?

"Master Bruce," Alfred interjected, "you know better than to accuse Dick of—"

"I need to call Dr. Arkham about the Joker," Bruce said, turning back around to his computer. "It's of vital importance. I need to know that he's locked up."

This was ridiculous. Robin fumed. If he could reach out and strangle Bruce right now he would. Robin couldn't believe that it was possible for Bruce to become more obsessive…more cold and distant…more brutish than usual. Even Alfred turned, his face twisted in surprise.

"But…Master Bruce, what has gotten into you?" Alfred asked. "Do not bother to check up on the Joker. He is safely locked away in Arkham—"

"That's what Jeremiah Arkham said last time!" Bruce growled. "And the Joker still got away."

They always got away. They always did.

Robin wanted to be in Gotham at this second. He missed Alfred and Barbara and all of his friends back home. The schoolyard friends he never talked to anymore. Mr. Haley and the circus clowns. He would even love to see Commissioner Gordon.

He felt angry. Here he was trying to connect with Bruce, trying to help him and help himself like everyone had been urging him to do by talking to the man. Barry and the others all talked about how much Bruce wanted to talk about this with him as a father to his son. He just poured out all of his deepest, darkest fears that haunted his dreams to his guardian and mentor. But the man hadn't changed.

Not one bit.

"Is that all you care about?" Robin asked, his voice sliding into a vicious tone. "Fighting crime, Bruce? Bringing the Joker to justice?"

"I work harder than anyone to keep Gotham safe!" Bruce growled. "Everything I've done is to keep you safe!"

"Maybe Slade was right!" Robin snarled, his cheeks coloring as the heat began to rise in his face. "Maybe you don't care about me, Bruce."

Bruce looked as though he had just been slapped in the face. Almost at once Robin regretted saying this. Had Slade really gotten that seed of doubt to grow inside him? After every defiant thing Robin spat at him, after every beating, even after calling out for Bruce in the depths of Slade's lair this is what he came back to?

"How can you say that? After everything I've done for you—"

"You think you work harder than any of us, but you know what Slade told me? He said that you never cared enough for me…didn't teach me right because you were holding me back. Honest to God, I told him that he was wrong—but the way you're acting now makes me think that he was right."

So brutal.

An expression of shock crossed Alfred's face, as though he couldn't believe that those words just came from Robin's mouth. Almost at once Robin regretted the outburst. Deep down inside him he knew that Slade was wrong, but he felt so infuriated at Bruce that he couldn't express his anger any other way. Why did he have to talk about his problems and what he was doing wrong?

"Master Dick…" Alfred said weakly.

Bruce said nothing. After considering his ward for a few moments he turned and gathered up his files on the Joker. He slowly walked away and headed back up the stairs towards Wayne Manor with the files tucked underneath his arm. What the...how could he be walking away now?

"BRUCE!"

He screamed the name so loud that he almost didn't hear his bedroom door open. Robin spun around to find all four of his teammates crowding in the doorway. He moved his body to block the laptop screen, his hand reaching back to slam the laptop shut.

Alfred's questioning voice was cut-off abruptly, leaving them all in an awkward silence. Robin could hear the blood pounding through his ears as his heart hammered against his rib-cage. How much had they heard? Did he dare ask?

Robin's eyes dodged from face-to-face, as though silently questioning how much they knew. Despite everything that had happened during the past few days he couldn't bring himself to tell the team his secrets. His hands gripped the edge of his desk. If his meeting with Bruce had gone well—like he planned—then he would have told the team what was bothering him. Tears stung the corners of his eyes as their recent conversation played over and over again in his mind like some sick broken record.

He was hurt.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "I have to go."

-C-

8:47am

Jump City, California

Titans Tower

He looked out of his window and saw the bustling citizens of Jump City. What he wouldn't give to have a civilian identity to slip into like Robin. He flexed his fingers and felt the mechanical parts slink underneath his skin.

"Dude," Beast Boy said, "what was that all about?"

Beast Boy didn't even have to mention what "that" was about. All Cyborg knew was that Robin went back to his room to speak to Batman privately—although for what reason nobody knew. The next thing he knew Robin was bellowing angrily at the top of his lungs.

"I don't know, man, but you better leave his business with Batman alone."

"I don't get it. I jus—"

"Leave it alone, BB."

No one knew where Robin had gone after he left the room. It didn't take a genius to see that he was on the verge of bursting into tears. The kid was too proud to cry in front of them. It seemed as though these attempts to make himself appear strong were in fact only reassuring his team that he could be emotionally weak.

Yet, he couldn't help but wonder what made Robin so distraught.

"Maybe I'll go look for Robin," Beast Boy said, his head drooping a little. "I'll get Star to help."

With a backward glance towards Cyborg, Beast Boy left the room. Cyborg slumped onto a chair and massaged his forehead.

Although Cyborg didn't tell anyone on the team, he felt somewhat content when he went undercover at the HIVE Academy. Because of the accident that changed his life he didn't finish high school.

Of course, that didn't mean that he wasn't smart or anything. Sometimes he thought it ironic that he knew so much about technology even though he didn't have a high school or college degree. His parents, who worked for S.T.A.R Labs, basically taught him all he knew.

His dad.

He went to his computer and turned on the webcam. A middle-aged man sat working on an unfinished robot resting on the counter. He looked up at the sound of the webcam bleeping. His eyes widened behind his glasses, but Cyborg spoke first.

"Hi dad."

Cyborg couldn't believe that he was calling his dad now. Ever since the accident he had not spoken to his father. Mr. Stone looked just as equally surprised to see his son calling him. He adjusted his glasses and peered closely at the camera.

"Victor…" he said carefully. "How are you?"

Mr. Stone never approved of Victor's decision to join the Titans…Vic never asked for parental permission…but what else could Vic do? His chances of becoming a professional athlete were thrown out the window once he became a cyborg. People thought he was a freak, but not when he met the other Titans. He never considered a career in superherodom before then.

Cyborg was pretty sure that his real name was in the databases somewhere, but no one called him by his real name. He didn't want to be called by his real name. Victor Stone ended with that terrible accident.

"Have you been paying attention to the news in Jump City?"

"Of course I have. Why wouldn't I when my son puts his life on the line every day?"

Cyborg started in surprised. After all this time his dad still cared about him? True, it had been his father's genius that allowed Cyborg to survive the accident, but still at a terrible price. Cyborg could still remember how much he hated his new appearance and how much he hated himself for being alive. Mom died while he lived.

"I guess I should have told you before, but someone is attacking us. Four of us have been attacked. Last night I was the latest one to be attacked."

There were plenty of other things Cyborg could tell his father. He could tell him about his experience in the HIVE Academy and how Brother Blood attempted to control his mind. He could tell him about all the decisions he regretted or of his nostalgia for the past. For the athlete Victor Stone.

"What happened?"

"It started with the dust. A chemical reagent caused Robin to go psycho on us. From there on each of us have been attacked in succession. As for me, I was hit with a virus. About a week ago someone broke into the Tower. From what we know he's done three things: stole the mask with the dust, messed with Starfire's technology, and implanted the virus in my system."

"Should we send someone over to check you out, Vic?"

"No, no you don't have to do that. Someone was just trying to freak me out. That's all."

Mr. Stone studied his son closely. At least Cyborg didn't have much of a catty relationship with his father like Robin did with Batman. At least he could talk comfortably with his father instead of falling into a shouting match that could be heard halfway to Metropolis. He looked concerned.

"Okay. If you need anything I'm just a call away."

"Right."

"I…I love you."

Cyborg's communicator bleeped. Had Beast Boy found Robin already? Mr. Stone nodded. Cyborg sighed heavily as he turned off the webcam. "I love you too, Dad."

Actually, he was glad that he got hurt instead of his dad. If he had gotten hurt Cyborg wouldn't have forgiven himself for letting that happen.

What was going to happen now? There was no telling what the virus had really done to him. Perhaps Brother Blood…

There was a thought. Cyborg didn't want to become nearly as obsessed as Robin, but as he thought about it more and more his theory that Brother Blood was behind this grew more appealing.

He looked out of the window again. Like most days in Jump City, it was a beautiful day with the sun shining down on the sparkling ocean. At any moment now Raven could be attacked. With Robin momentarily out of the picture because of his fight with Batman the Titans had no leader.

There was no telling what today would bring.

A/N: I just want to let you know that I don't know much about Cyborg. I really don't. So pardon me for mistakes and for making things up about Cyborg's past. But I do believe that Cyborg's dad is alive…I think he helped finance Titans Tower or something…

I know it's terrible to have Robin just build up to that moment only to lose it. But there is a reason for Bruce's behavior. I'll leave it up to you to deduce what it is…I left a hint.

As always: review.