A/N: Hey, Sparrow here :) so little background: I wrote this at 1 in the morning last weekend, then expanded it to actually sound good XD So that may be why it is kind of creepy... oh, and sorry that it's so short and if the ending is kind of choppy, I was trying to do a whole dramatic 'it ends how it begins' thing XD 'bout all I have to say... Read, Review, Enjoy! :) Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Teen Titans, if I did I'd be rich and there'd be a sixth season XD
Silence.
It fills the air like a thick fog. Enveloping. Crushing. It squeezes the life, the happiness, out of people. Deprives them of words that need to be said; deprives them of the hope that they need to move on.
But other times the fog is comforting. It embraces. It consoles. It tells you it is okay to be quiet; to sit and listen. It provides justice to all the words that can't be said; provides the hope that you need to move on.
It frees the mind to think beyond the here and now; allows you to drift in and out of reality. It lets you focus on what you're doing as well as dream.
When all is well there is a silence unlike any other; a complete harmony with the world. Then again, it could just be the sharp intake of breath before everything comes crumbling down.
Companionable silence is a different animal compared to the prowling beast that is unease. Unease causes paranoia. Dark creatures tend to hide in the folds of this fearful silence; the silence that plagues oblivion, the dead of night, and the panicked mind. The silence that convinces the mind that there is a sound when in reality there is nothing. That persuades us that there is a dark force lurking just beyond our peripheral vision.
Robin was on the edge. Bent over the surface covered with blueprints, weapons, and pages upon pages of scribbling, silence engulfed him. An undefined type of silence, one he couldn't classify hung around the room.
As the newspaper clippings stared dauntingly back at him, he felt all of these. He knew there was an enigma lurking in the shadows, waiting to tear down the peace he had worked for. But as of now everything was in stasis. With his team, how could he possibly believe they could be defeated? Alone, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders with no one else there to help carry the burden.
He slammed his gloved fist on the table, making the research and evidence jump. The quiet had started to get to him. It was taunting him, he was sure of it. Instead of giving him a spark of wisdom, it only leered at his failure to figure it out himself.
But he could figure it out. He would figure it out. He had to figure it out. Failure wasn't an option.
So he would work. He would wade through the information until the revelation washed over him. He would endure the silence, in hopes that it would inspire or console; in hopes that it wouldn't infuriate and drain his hope and determination away in his efforts.
The thing that he could dread and hope for simultaneously; that would stop him at every turn or keep him going. The one thing he could count on being there when all others had given up the search.
Silence.