Hi! I actually got this out during the week! Yay! LOL but I got most of it written over the weekend, so...
This is a short chapter, I know, but a lot happens. This is where the story really starts.
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No cure...
So now what? Was Starfire supposed to stay this way for the rest of her life? Were they supposed to watch over her every second of the day, along with their already tiring enough superhero duties? They had no choice. They couldn't just let her die.
Robin rode home in a daze, nearly crashing several times until he reached the underwater tunnel that led to Titan's Tower. Parking in the garage, he stopped a minute, wondering how he was supposed to tell his friends.
He made his way to the living room, where three less-than-happy Titans awaited him. He sighed and ran a hand through his jet-black locks, and they prepared themselves for the worst. "So, Robin. What did Slade say?" asked Cyborg.
"He said...he never made a cure. Plus, the...whatever it was...was made for a human. He doesn't know the effect it would have on an alien. It was supposed to shut down my brain or something, but...I don't know. All I know is that there is no cure." Raven's eyes closed as the crack in the T.V. became bigger. They'd seriously have to fix that.
"Robin, what's wrong with testing out our theory? I know you're all nervous about it, but--" started Cyborg in an over-patient voice. Robin interrupted.
"No! Listen, just examine the chemical imbalance the shot caused, and I'll research up some medicine that has a counter-effect. There has to be a different way out, Cyborg, don't you get it? Even if she did live, some other villain, maybe even worse than Slade, would use her against me! She'd get hurt either way! This has nothing to do with emotions, nothing has anything to do with emotions, it's just plain science!" he answered agitatedly. Cyborg held his hands up in surrender, but Robin had already walked away to his room.
"He's got serious problems," Beast Boy concluded.
Robin groaned over the computer, hacking into government websites and illegal ones alike, trying to find any kind of information on a weapon such as this. So far, nothing. He barely even knew what he was looking for, and actually typed 'gun that shuts down brain' in the Google Search Bar. Needless to say, it came up with a bunch of blogs, movies, and otherwise useless information. Robin didn't know what possessed him to search Google. Probably because he desperately needed a break. He'd been at this for the past seventeen hours.
Starfire had fallen asleep for the first time since their battle with Slade, much to everyone's relief. Yet, even at the slightest disturbance in the room, Starfire would wake up, back to her original state, and go back to sleep after five minutes. Any kind of examination was impossible.
Robin made his way to the Ops Center, plopping down on the couch with his head in his hands. Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg were either in the infirmary, or getting some well deserved sleep. He didn't know, and he didn't care. Robin was at a loss.
Suddenly, he sat up straight. Something was very, very wrong. Right in front of him, the air seemed to almost rip. Inside the gash, there were clocks. Lots and lots of clocks. Then, out hurtled a black and blue blur. Robin hadn't even gotten a good look at the blur before it stood up, growling at him, grasped him by the collar and threw him into the rip. He yelled, but no sound came out. The figure stood at the other edge of the gap, waving goodbye with a snarl on his face as Robin flew the other way. That's when Robin realized who it was.
Nightwing.
The black-and-blue clad man tried not to snarl as his younger self flew back down the portal, but in vain. He, for one, didn't find it strange that he was angry at himself. Robin, the city-comes-first guy. Robin, the full-time hero. He hated it.
Nightwing watched in satisfaction as the wormhole closed, and then turned away with only one thought in his mind.
Starfire.
Robin was hurtling through time. That much he had figured out. What he couldn't figure out was why this was happening. Nightwing came back in time. Nightwing threw him into the future. Nightwing looked like he had had some kind of savage pleasure from it. Was Nightwing evil?
No, it couldn't be. That's me! I'm not evil! I'm the farthest thing from it!
Another gash was opening up, and Robin assumed he was reaching the other end of the time tunnel. He barely had a second's warning before he was flung out, landing on a familiar floor with a thud. He got up and dusted himself off, and then noticed the three figures standing before him.
"Hey, Rob. It's been a while," greeted an older Cyborg gravely. He did not sound happy.
A cliffie! I think. Heh. Not so good with those.
Anyways, I know the chapter makes absolutely no sense right now, but it will later. I promise. Everything ties up at the end. Usually that's what I do...if those stories make any sense to you, maybe I'm not typing what I'm thinking...and not reading what I'm thinking either. I'll answer any questions once the story's over, but wait until the last chapter, in case your questions are answered, like the big one: Is Nightwing evil? Muahahaha...
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