A/N You find out who broke Robin in this one...

Disclaimer I don't own Teen Titans because I enjoy breaking Robin far too much...*cough*

-Aiva

A few weeks later, Robin had regained much of his fighting prowess, and was the amazing leader that the Titans had missed so dearly. He still jumped at the unexpected loud noise, and thunderstorms still tended to freak him out a little, but slowly, gradually he was becoming Robin again. Faint scars still lined his arms; they probably wouldn't ever disappear. But the surface wounds were healed completely now, and the skilled teenager's strength and endurance had returned. Just in time, too.

Red lights flashed, bathing the room in a sporadic glow. Robin looked up, metal stick already out and ready for use. "Titans, alert!" Robin shouted, the words flowing easily from his tongue. This was familiar, routine; it felt great to be back. Immediately, the team followed their leader out of the tower, racing towards the town they were to protect. However, the location wasn't exactly in town. The alert had come from the fringes of a nearby forest; the same spot in which Starfire had found Robin when he was still…broken.

Robin stiffened, and Starfire knew that he recognized the location. Seeming to shake it off, he returned to the task at hand, thought Starfire could still see the nervous tension roiling around inside of him. Robin's eyes narrowed behind his mask as he glanced around for the villain they had to stop. The forest remained empty. "Aren't we supposed to kick some butt?" Beast Boy asked, confused. The question, though probably worded a bit differently, weighed on the others' minds as well. Why had the alert gone off if no one was there?

Instinct prickled at Robin, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. "Get down!" he suddenly shouted, pushing Starfire to the ground. The projectile flew past, nicking Robin's arm and opening up a small cut. Robin put a hand to it; it wasn't bleeding badly…it was more irritating than anything, really. Starfire stood, hovering a few inches above the ground anxiously. "Robin! Are you okay?" she asked, eyes wide and anxious.

"I'm fi-" Robin was interrupted as he spotted the attacker. An involuntary gasp slid out of his mouth, and he stumbled backwards. "You," he whispered, eyes wide with horror, body rigid.

"Yes, Robin. Me," Slade responded coolly, landing lightly on the ground in front of the dark haired boy. "You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?"

Robin squeezed his eyes shut as memories overwhelmed him. Slade…it had been him. He had done this…Robin took another step backward, some dark, primal fear rising up inside of him. His memory was spotty at best, but he now remembered enough to know that he had to get away from Slade. Slade meant pain. Slade meant a torture that hadn't seemed to end. A light hand jolted him out of the horrifying flashbacks. Starfire embraced him comfortingly, all the while glaring at Slade. Her eyes began to glow green with anger, and she practically snarled at him. "What did you do to Robin?" she shouted.

If she could see past his mask, Starfire was sure Slade would be smiling. "Nothing he didn't deserve," came the cold, arrogant response. Starfire released Robin, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. She was way past being angry. Fury and a protective instinct rose up within her, and she directed both her hands at Slade, anger pulsing out of her in the form of two green bolts of raw, uncontained energy.

Apparently, anger was great when it came to powerful attacks, because Starfire literally blew a crater in the ground, obliterating a small section of the forest. As the smoke cleared, Slade disappeared, no trace of him left behind save it were for Robin's reaction.

Robin stood still, rigid, fists clenched at his sides, metal stick abandoned on the leaf-strewn ground. His eyes were squeezed shut, and blood dripped freely from the cut on his arm. Starfire's anger soon turned back into concern as she took Robin's hand. "Robin?" she asked hesitantly.

"I-I remember now, Starfire," Robin whispered, voice hoarse. "Most of the things that happened."

"What did he do?" Starfire asked, heavy dread filling her. Robin simply shook his head, eyes still shut tightly, as if to block out whatever was happening in his mind. He wasn't willing to say, and that in itself was enough to break Starfire's heart.

Silence weighed heavily in the air. The mood was somber at best, despite Beast Boy's attempts to lighten the mood. Eventually he abandoned the task; it wasn't going to work. Robin had left, wanting to be alone, a while ago. Mutual agreement existed within the team; he needed time to think about it. After all, he had apparently been tortured within an inch of his life. If anyone needed time to think about something, it was him.

Still, it had been a while, and the somewhat depressed air turned into one that border lined apprehensive. Starfire's attempts to speak with him had been turned away, along with the others'. The only person who hadn't yet tried was Raven. "C'mon, Raven," Beast Boy wheedled, hands clasped in front of him in an attempt to beg. "Just try."

"He wants to be alone," Raven replied, understanding Robin's need for solitude. She wasn't about to interrupt that when he preferred to sort things out on his own. "But it's been forever!" Beast Boy insisted impatiently. "At least see how he's doing!"

Raven opened her mouth to argue, but a quick glance at Starfire made her mouth close again. A silent plea had formed on the young Tamaranian's face, green eyes begging gently. "Please, Raven," she said quietly. Raven hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. I'll go check on him." Starfire smiled as Raven walked out of the room.

Raven slowly walked up the stairs, heading towards the roof. For whatever reason, Robin had chosen that place for quiet. She pushed open the hatch, stepping onto the roof lightly and walking towards him. Robin sat still, cape fluttering around him as he stared distantly at the city, expression haunted. Raven silently sat next to him, not speaking for a moment. "Robin?" she finally asked, breaking the silence after a moment. Robin didn't respond, but she knew he was listening.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Raven asked, which was kind of a big question for her, who usually hated to talk about her own problems; Robin was most likely the same. But she had been in his mind a few times now, and knew him better than almost anyone; except maybe Starfire. Robin didn't say anything, but Raven noticed the subtle shake of his head, which she correctly interpreted as a no. "When I had to go into your mind, to calm you down…" Raven began quietly, "I saw some of the things you remembered. Some of the things you went through. I…understand why you don't want to talk about it." Raven shivered, just thinking about those few flashes of images, those brief sensations of pain and anguish. She didn't even want to know all of what he had been through.

Robin glanced over at her. "I remember even more of it now," he said quietly, voice somewhat hoarse. "Seeing Slade…made a lot of it come back." Raven glanced at the dark haired teenager, a rare look of deep concern in her purple eyes. In an infrequent gesture of comfort, she laid a pale hand on his tense shoulder. Robin exhaled heavily, seeming weary, old beyond his years. "I don't even remember all of it, and I can barely deal with what I do remember," he confessed.

"Robin, it took me years to be able to deal with my father," Raven responded. "You're just now remembering all of this. You'll be able to get past it. You always have." Robin nodded, though his expression had become distant once again. "Thanks, Raven," he said after a long moment of unbroken silence. Raven stood, offering her hand. Robin didn't take it. "I think I'll stay out here for a while longer," he said simply, a slightly haunted look returning to his face. Raven nodded, leaving silently, wondering if she had really helped Robin at all.

A/N Yeah...it may be a bit obvious. But, it IS Teen Titans, and they aren't exactly known for being subtle all the time. Plus, he was the main villian and all...so yeah.