Hey guys. I know I haven't updated in like forever and I'm really sorry about that. I'm just gonna leave it at that and not give any sort of half-hearted excuse because there really is none… I just lazy. So yeah, ummmmm...sorry about this.

P.S) Warning! This next part is where the T rating comes in because of relatively mild cursing. Nothing too bad.

As soon as Damian had left for the showers, Robin pulled Starfire aside into one of the dark alcoves of the hallway.

"What is the wrong?" she said, bewildered, "Is your freak attempting to get the out?"

"No, it's just…. He's already being a jerk. I didn't think that it was a good idea in the first place for him to come here but I thought I could handle it. I don't think I can anymore."

He sighed and pulled off his mask. He never would have done this in front of anyone except Star. She was the only one out of the five to have seen him without it.

He looked up into the her green eyes with a mixture of helplessness and frustration. This was another thing that no one else but the two of them would ever see. He despised looking weak in front of other people, especially his team. They saw him as their friend sure, but first and foremost, they saw him as their leader.

Someone who kept a cool head under pressure.

Someone who could handle anything life threw at them.

Someone who knew what he was doing.

And at the moment, he wasn't that person at all.

"Well…" Star breathed, breaking his train of thought, "Mabey you are right, mabey you can not handle this"

He stared at her, shocked. Usually, he turned to his girlfriend for unrelenting support and love.

He wasn't expecting this.

"But WE can"

She smiled at him, evidently trying to tug some hope into him. And he couldn't say it didn't work.

(POV change to Damian)

"Fuck"

Steam rose around me in great gusts as the near boiling water hit the cool floor.

The marble pattern was an unpleasant shade of electric blue laced with streaks of white, giving it an annoyingly clean look. It was a stark contrast to the Batcave's showers. Dark grey walls laced with shiny white ceramic, used for 5 minute showers on the nights I had patrol into the early hours of the morning.

I stared down, my forehead resting against the smooth, tiled wall. It felt cool against the bare skin of my arms, making the warmth enveloping me all the more soothing.

"Shit fuck"

I had told Father over and over that this trip was a bad idea. That it would be more useful if I went with him. That my talents would prove useful. That I didn't need to be watched like a child by these people. I had never even met them before today. Father had always avoided talking about the first Robin, Dick Greyson. It was one of the only topics that seemed to make him truly uncomfortable so he did handled it like any normal person would. He just didn't talk about it.

And besides, I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't want to talk about it either if I had screwed up as badly as he did. They were a house of freaks that couldn't teach me a thing if they wanted to.

Especially that absurdly-tan alien.

Don't see why the dick-wadd was dating her. Probably just as a piece of eye candy to hang on his shoulder.

Who does she think she is anyway, talking to me like she was actually happy to see me? At least the other members of this ridiculous team had the decency to not pretend. And besides, she's not even that good looking. Not even that pretty.

No, not pretty.

Definitely not pretty.

Not even a little bit.

Not pretty… at….. all.

"Shit"

I haven't even been here for an hour and I hate this place already.