hey, so sorry about not updating sooner! I blame my teachers, who are hellbent on giving us 5000+ pages of homework daily. Anyways...
Lezlie shook her head, finally realizing that this went deeper than a little checkup from Batman. It was a matter of trust. And god knew if anyone had trust issues... "Robin, wait." He froze for a second. "Please come back and just talk. It's not fair to your friends. They have no clue what's going on, and neither do you. You need the full story."
"What more is there to tell? He doesn't trust me, or my friends! After all this time! And it's because of my one big fat mistake! He should be able to trust my friends! He doesn't trust them, because he doesn't trust my judgement, becuase he thinks I'm crazy! You don't see Nightwing getting check ups!"
"Yes, but Nightwing's been doing this a lot longer than you."
"Yea, yea, I know. Trained profesional in everything he's ever done since he was three. I get it. He's a perfect son. But why can't the Bat trust us?"
"He's not perfect, but you know how Batman is."
"We don't," cut in Cyborg. "What do you mean by that? 'Cause if the Bat can't trust Robin after all this time- I'm not sure how he could trust anyone."
"It's not that Batman doesn't trust Robin, or any of you for that matter." Robin was about to protest, but Lezlie cut him off with a look. "He trusts your leader with his life. He trusts Robin sometimes more than he trusts himself. Batman isn't the best with emotions though."
"So that's where Robby gets it from..." Beastboy muttered with a smirk.
"ANYway, Batman, though he refuses to show it, cares greatly about everyone in the superhero community. At the same time, so much has happened to him, and the people he loves. He's affraid of what could happen. That's why he seems to be portrayed as so suspicious of you all. That's why he sent me."
"So, he sent you to see if we were psychotic, and see if his son was safe?"
"Precisely."
"He's not my father..." Robin mumbled. True, Bruce had adopted him, but he would never be a father to him. Never.
"Well, he still thinks of you as his son." Tim just nodded, not wanting to argue. In his head he thought, Yea. The Bat think of anyone as his son. Right. The man just see's people as aquaintances. Co-workers. The closest he's ever been to having a son would probably be Nightwing. I'm just a replacement.
Without warning, the alarms started blaring, the tower coming to life. "Lezlie, get to one of the guest rooms, now! Lock the door and don't come out until we get you!"
"What's going on?"
"Just go! I'll explain later!" Sighing, she ran to safety. "Titans! We've got an intruder at the tower! They just hit one of the silent alarms, and by the looks of it, it was on purpose."
"And if there's anyone who can get past all of my security without tripping the alarms up until now, it's-"
"Slade," Starfire finished. They were in for a heck of a night...
"Okay, titans! What we need to do is-" Whatever Robin was going to say was cut short, as suddenly, "We've got a power outage!" The tower was pitch black. Starfire lit up the room with an eerie glow, curtesy of a starbolt.
"I'm putting the tower on lockdown!" Cyborg called.
"No! Wait! We don't know where Slade is or what he wants! We don't even know if the intruder is Slade or not! That's probably not the best idea!" called out Raven.
"Well, then pray tell what should we do?" he asked in return.
"Stop arguing, for one," Robin cut in. "Look, I don't know what's going on, but we need to get to the powerbox to turn the lights back on!"
"In the basement? Dude! You know the basement's always the worst place to go in a crisis! Haven't you ever watched any horror flicks! Seriously!"
"Well we need to do something." He started walking towards the door. "Look. I've got night vision in my mask. I'll go turn the lights back on. Cyborg, try to find where the intruder is with your scanners, Raven try the same with your powers. Beastboy and Starfire, stick together and look around for the intruder as well."
"But it's pitch black dude!" Robin rolled his eyes.
"Beastboy, Starfire is capable of producing starbolts, which work well as light. You can turn into any animal you want. I'm sure you can turn into one with night vision. I'll join you guys in the search once I get the lights back on."
"Rob, maybe you should bring someone with you. I mean, night vision or not, it's still dangerous to be walkin' around by yourself in the pitch black with an unknown suspect prowlin around."
He smirked in response. "I'm from Gotham, Cyborg. The darkness is a close friend. I'll be fine. I promise." Tim walked out, leaving no room for any debates or protests. Time to get a move on.
Tim found the basement door after a few tries, managing not to fall down the stairs. Stumbling around in the dark was harder than he remembered. "I guess I should of taken a flashlight, instead of making up that crap about night vision..." He stumbled down the stairs two at a time, while holding onto the wall. He was almost to the bottom when he heard a loud SLAM behind him. With a sense of dread, he raced back up the stairs to find that yes, the door was locked. Crap.
Swallowing his urge to call his friends, he made his way back down to the power box. Feeling around, he noticed immediately that the faceless foe had been diligent. They had taken the time to cut each of the wires into quite a few pieces.
"Great... just great! How could it get any better?" he shouted. Tim pulled out his communicator to get some help. If Cyborg could meld the wires back together-
The communicator was knocked from his hands. "What the-"
"Miss me, Timmy? Of course you did!" Robin froze. If hearing his name being called by the villian wasn't enough to make him stop, the familiar voice was. "My my, what am I thinking, botching up your name! Forgive me, will you JJ?" As one voice cackled in maniacle laughter, the other screamed in terror. Tonight was not a good night at all...