Damn... these things are getting shorter and shorter... i need to work on that.
Disclaimer: *Eye roll* oh yes, i own both these tv shows.
"Oh, Friend Robin!" she squealed in delight, picking him up in a bone crushing hug and twirling through the air. "I have not seen you in such a long time! I have been away helping my knorfka, Galfore with the ruling of Tamaran, but I have returned! Is it not glorious?"
"Okay Star, you can…" Robin stopped to wheeze loudly. "Put me down now."
Wally watched as they lowered with a sad smile. He knew that this was exactly what his best friend had been waiting for, yet at the same time, Robin was dreading it.
When he'd first been offered the opportunity, he'd declined, saying that he had a team to run, but Star had persuaded him to go and help. She'd told him that they would stay in touch. That the only reason they wouldn't would be if they weren't destined to be together. She said that, 'you only live once, so when destiny tells you to do something, you should do it.'
So he did, he moved back into Wayne manor, became the 'Batman and Robin' Robin, and started being Dick Grayson again. But things had gone downhill from there.
The key words that Star was using when she addressed him, calling him 'Friend Robin' instead of 'Dearest' or 'Darling'. The two had kept in touch best they could, using Skype and phoning each other all the time, but Dick's personal life screwed it all up.
Dick Grayson was supposed to be a playboy, someone who went to every party or gala with a different girl on his arm. He was expected to be flirty and charismatic all the time, but that wasn't Robin. Robin was stoic and no nonsense, only truly being laidback when he was with his team, which posed a threat to both Bruce and himself.
So he went to parties, loosened up, and started flirting. Not only did that hurt Star, but it did a number of his ego. Everything was forced, and nothing was real.
And then it happened.
Late at night, when Barbara was over to talk with Bruce, and after Dick had just gotten off the phone with a very confused and annoyed Starfire, the two had run into each other in the hall. One thing led to another, and soon Dick found himself with his tongue half-way down her throat.
And instead of forgetting about it, instead of hiding it until it blew up in his face, he told her. In a guilt ridden phone call, he'd broken down. So she told him, without any tinge of reluctance, like she had been thinking of it for a while, that they should end their relationship. So they had.
And now, the two were talking excitedly, barely waiting for the other to finish before jumping to something else. Star was so excited that Robin had to hold her down to stop her from floating away.
"So why did you come here?" he asked. The excited air she'd created with her infectious smile and voice died instantly. She knew what he wanted to hear, but that wasn't the real reason.
"To see Jinx." She replied. "We have been working together lately and when I did not hear from her yesterday, I began to feel worried."
"How did you know she was here though?" he asked, clearly hoping that there was another reason.
"Her bracelet. It is a… tracker of sorts." She held up an old communicator, gold and black with a bold T on the front. She still used that thing?
The Titans were long dead, so the fact that their systems still functioned properly was a surprise. But there, on the screen, was a small red dot, with the location mapped out and everything.
"I came to bring her back home." She said, tilting her head in a catlike manner.
Somewhere behind Robin, Kid flash gasped.
"B-but you can't just take her back now!" he said suddenly. "She's n-not fit to leave!" Inside he was panicking. They couldn't just take her away from him! He had to be there when she woke up! He had to stay with her!
"But we cannot take care of her properly, Kid." Kaldur reminded him. Even though he could see Kid's desperate expression, they knew little about her, and they had work to do.
"Yeah Kid, she's got to go home some time. Besides, I'm pretty sure that they have better medical supplies than we do…" M'gann said. She felt bad for saying it the moment it came out, feeling as though she'd just kicked a puppy. His shoulders sagged and his lower lip quivered.
"Come on Walls, let's go home." Barry said, running up to his nephew before he could break down.
"No." he shrugged away, running away to the other end of the room.
"Wallace, get back here-!"
"No, just leave me alone." Wally shouted, spinning around and booking it, swerving down hallways until he got where he wanted to get. His room.
Each member of the team had been assigned a room in case missions ended late or something happened that involved them needing a place to stay.
He'd never felt home in this room, seeing as it was always cold and the rock walls seemed anything but welcoming. But at that moment, he needed the dark room to calm him. To break down.
In anger, he punched the wall nearest him the moment the mechanical door slid closed. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be home, with Jinx, in Keystone.
But he'd fucked up. He left it all for some silly little dream. A dream that never even happened.
And his only memory of before? It was of the two of them strewn across her bed, cursing at each other in between gasps. Not exactly how he'd imagined his first time.
"Why did you have to do this to me?" he asked angrily. When no one answered, he growled angrily.
Met by more silence, he figured that this would be a good time to start wallowing. Sharp pins pricked his eyes as he fought the tears that had caused the room to spin. Stumbling forward, he steadied himself on a bookshelf until he could see straight.
Pictures littered the shelves, filling the spaces meant for books with 'souvenirs'. A drawing drawn for him by a child he'd saved from a fire, a choker, some old toys…
And a velvet box. Inside it was a promise ring, something that he'd planned on giving Jinx when they were younger. But that'd never happened.
"Wally?" a raspy voice called him. "You okay?"
It's said that when you reach your lowest point, your instincts will kick in and force you out of your stress.
His instincts sure did kick in. Because what he did next was something he'd never do in a million years without some primal sort of instinct telling him to do it.
He kissed Artemis.
Happy Spitfire shippers? I put that in there.
Sad thing is, almost all the pairings in this are one-sided. FOR NOW!
and the whole Dick/Babs thing? Only reason Star would break up with him... *clueless*
This story is going to be renamed INSaNITY in honor of this song it's based off:
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