Discalimer: Who would guess that I totally don't own the characters or the right to make any cash off of my fanfic.
A/N: Yoha Broha's! What's up with you, I've been a little side tracked by another story and a video game I'm borrowing. Anyways this should be the last chapter before some action actually starts, at least I really hope it is. Even I'm getting bored of this relationship thingy going/not going with no action packed goodness! Have fun readin' dudes!
(Beast Boy's POV)
This month has to be one the worst ever dudes; it's terrible and seems to be dragging on forever. They let me leave the med bay the day after I came back into consciousness; it allowed me to return to my normal duties, well sort of normal I guess. Ever since Slade stepped down from his attacks it's been pretty quite around the city, almost like all the villains are on a break. I guess that most are locked up, but they can escape, they always do, every time, doesn't matter how many times they've been there. Another thing, why does everyone target me? It must be because I'm green that has to be it! Oh and I don't just mean the villains even my so called friend's are trying to get me, but they won't succeed I won't allow it. Earlier today when Cy was talking to me during lunch he had that look on his face, the one that said that he wanted to squeeze every last particle of air out of my throat! His stare, so twisted, so full of hate, so angry at me dude. I mean I was just sitting there minding my own business then he decides to threaten me like that, what's his deal!
That isn't the only time something has tried to get me, that's right it's not only people trying to kill me it's also things. Like three weeks ago I was about to chomp into a great big square of tofu, I felt like Chinese food so I boiled it in orient spices, and right as I dug my fork in a cockroach crawled out from underneath of it. I freaked out screaming and swatting at the table, everyone just stared at me, laughing at me, mocking me!
I mean I think I could deal with this shit if I could escape it sometime! Not even in my sleep can I get away from everyone and everything trying to tear me open. So I decided, after the whole cockroach thing, the only way to keep safe is to be ever vigilant. I haven't slept in those three long weeks. I've been taking those pills Robin hides under the sink, downing them with energy drinks or coffee. The dude needs to find a better spot… and buy some more, I took the last of them today, or yesterday who knows anymore.
"Beast Boy…" huh? Um, who's voice is that? It's so distant, so weird, kinda like it's under water or something. Maybe I've been awake for too long, the walls are starting to melt; along with other things, it's really trippy. I suppose that if I was a stoner this would be awesome, this is probably the high they are looking for, but I'm not. "Beast Boy!" I blink my eyes and rub them, the visuals leave my sight and things start to return to there normal shapes again. Robin is shaking me back and forth violently yelling my name at me. When did this start to happen? Also when did I end up sitting in front of one of the floor to ceiling windows in the hallway? He looks so concerned, even with his mask on, and his hands are still on my shoulders even if he has stopped shaking me. It's nice to have the boy wonder's touch laid upon me; it's very comforting and warm. I noticed the only thing that can snap me out of a nightmarish state is when he is around me, he's been so wrapped up in his research recently though that it makes it hard to talk to him. His stare continues on me, oh yeah he was calling my name, wasn't he?
"Hey Robin?" I'm still a little confused on what is going on, it is obviously apparent in my voice when I talk to the boy I love. "What's up dude?" whoa I just lost all train of thought, what was I thinking about earlier? All I can remember is Robin worried about me. How did I end up where I am now anyways? "Robin?" damn I'm so distraught right now, what the hell is happening?
"You were mumbling to yourself…" all I can manage to do is stare blankly at him. I was mumbling? "You're swaying and you've got bags under your eyes." I'm swaying? How is that possible I'm sitting on the floor? Wait a second did he say bugs!
I jump up to my feet lightning quick and start to rub my eyes violently prepared to scratch them out if need be. "Bugs! Dude help me!" I yell freaking out hopping from one foot to the other.
I can feel his strong hands pull my wrists to my sides and he glares at me, almost like he could shoot fire from his eyes. "You need sleep!" he growl's at me, oh no he's angry. He's going to hit me isn't he, I can feel the grasp of one of his hands being removed from my wrist and I quickly shut my eyes using the now freed arm to protect my face.
However he doesn't hit me, instead he's dragging my down the hallway to what I believe is his bedroom door. Maybe he wants to beat the living tar out of me in private, oh please don't hurt me. "Let me go!" I scream out of pure terror at the idea, his grip only tightens as he opens the passage to his domain. "If you hit my I swear I'll fight back with all my might!" I continue to scream as he drags me in closing the doorway behind us, he likes it dark in here doesn't he, dark and cold.
"Why would I hurt you Beast Boy?" he asks me, he sounds so hurt by what I had just said. His glare seems to almost fade away as I stare at him, I can feel pain myself. The guilt gets to be too much for me and I turn my gaze to the grey carpeting of Robin's floor. I feel terrible now, how could I have accused the person I care for most of hurting me or even wanting to hurt me? "I took you here so you could get some much needed sleep. I'm really worried about you." He makes me blush from his kind and gentle words once more, however I don't believe I really deserve these feelings for him considering how inconsiderate I was just now.
The thought of sleep is both greatly appeasing and overwhelmingly terrifying at the same time. "Will you look after me?" I desperately ask my masked hero glancing to the side noticing that he is still clutching my limb gently. I can't believe he hasn't let go yet, his hold on me is just awesome to say the least. He then removes his grasp as if he could read my mind, by this point I'm too far gone and can't stop myself as I lunge forward with both hands to grab the one he just pulled away. I look up to his face expecting him to be either disgusted with me or angered by my actions, but when my eyes meet his gaze he seems to be happy. I've gotta be hallucinating still.
"Of course I'll look after you." He tells me so sincerely and honestly, nothing could be better then this moment right here. I start purring softly almost silently as I hear his heart thumping, I'm more exhausted then I thought I didn't even notice I'd leaned forward to be pressed against his chest. "Good night, Garfield." I hear him whisper to me as my eyelids shut allowing this comforting darkness to envelope me. I don't care if this is some sort of hallucination, or dream, or illusion, or whatever you want to call it. I'm just so glad to experience something like this, it's a pleasant change of events, more then pleasant actually it's wonderful.
(Robin's POV)
Well at least he's sleeping now, but couldn't he have gotten to the bed first it would make this much easier. I scoop the young changeling up into my arms carrying him bridal style towards my bed to ensure his, and my own, comfort. That's such a strange saying to use 'bridal style' I mean he won't ever be a bride, maybe a husband but never a bride. "Sleep tight." I whisper into his ear as I set him on my mattress, he quickly grabs onto one of my pillows hugging it closely to himself. I stand up straight and head over to my desk sitting in the chair and grabbing a manila folder that rested atop the flat wooden surface. I've been gathering information on anything that could connect to Slade or to what had happened to Beast Boy, there was nothing I could gather leading to my nemesis, but there was two things connected to my green crush. The two things were actually two patients sent to the ICU at Jump City Hospital, both were sent the same day with similar symptoms.
Roughly two weeks after Slade's message the men were picked up in an apartment after the neighbor called the police for a noise complaint, I doubt that Slade would break his promise just to target these two however. Someone else must have gotten a hold of the toxin, or maybe those dealer's had a few vials left to sell, I honestly don't know at this point. All that I know for sure is what's on the reports I could gather, the two men were found in the same location and both were thirty eight years old. Actually they had a lot of similarities, both were smoker's, both had a wife with no kids, both were six feet tall exactly, and both had short brown hair and green eyes. It almost seems as if these two men were selected or targeted for this attack.
The names of the patients were Alfred J. Bent and Mitch K. Felson. Out of the two only one of them managed to be revived from the brink of death, Alfred. It would seem they experienced the same foaming of the mouth and seizure like effects that Beast Boy had experienced. The coroner stated that Mitch's cause of death was a stroke, but also wrote as a side remark, that he couldn't be one hundred percent sure of how the man had perished. Alfred on the other hand has been diagnosed with paranoia and the beginning stages of schizophrenia, he was fired from his job, his wife left him unable to cope with the broken man, and he started to visit a therapist. None of this really helped however, I need more information. I flip open my communicator signaling the device to contact Cyborg.
"Hey man, did you find B?" my bionic friend had been the one to inform that Beast Boy was talking to a window in the corridor.
"Yeah, he's resting now." I reply and he shows some relief as soon as the words leave my throat. "I need you too look some people up for me."
"Yeah? Who's that?" he questions after I finish my sentence, I suppose he wanted to relax and play videogames or watch a television program. The month long break has allowed some of us to slack on our duties, but now is the time to be prepared.
"First I need an update on where Alfred has been in the past week, you know like his recent activity and what not." I should have kept a closer eye on the man myself but I was preoccupied with trying to hunt down every clue in finding Slade, only to come up with nothing. "Also look up the therapist that he's been visiting. He's connected to the case now." I doubt this shrink is a criminal, but he may have information about who attacked Alfred or gave who him the chemicals.
"Why the doc? If we're going by people close to the victim why not also contact the man's ex-wife." He states, proving a great point.
"Maybe Alfred told his therapist what happened the day he was put in the hospital." I close the handheld device and leave my friend to his new task. I stare over at the sleeping teen on my bed; he seems relaxed, I'm glad to see that. I toss the folder and my communicator on the desk and make my way over to Beast Boy. As I reach my bedside I hear the empty pill bottle, which I had placed on my desk, hit the floor. "I still can't believe you down all my caffeine pills." I mumble glancing over the container that lay upon the carpeted floor. I then sat down next the boy of my affection; his hydration levels must be terrible by now. "You must have been having nightmares like Alfred claimed to be having." I continue, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. It should take a couple of hours before Cyborg can gather all the information on the two men, not so much Alfred, but since we have nothing on the therapist it may take a bit longer. Maybe I'll get a nap in as well; I lay down next the green titan on my bed and wrap an arm around his waist. He quickly turns in his sleep removing his hold on my pillow and buries his head into my chest. He is making a soft, comforting, and yet strange noise, I think he's purring, how cute. I close my eyes and within seconds I'm off into slumber.
"Robin?" I turn over upon hearing my name in a low questioning tone, I look away from Beast Boy who is still snuggled close to me and I see Raven standing at my bedside. Her facial expression is a mixture of disgust and nervousness, I blush not saying a word and she gets the hint to finish the reason why she entered my dominion and then leave. "Two things. One Cyborg has the information you wanted, and two you have a call."
I give a questionable stare as I make my way out of my room grabbing the communicator on the desk. I get to my doorway and remember that Beast Boy wanted me to stay and watch over him, I turn back to my purple haired friend and ask. "You'll look after him while I'm busy?" I word it like a command but I can't force her to do such a thing if she doesn't wish to.
She rolls her eyes in response to my strangely phrased question and jokingly mentions. "You know Starfire is going to kill you when she finds out." I give her a less then half hearted smile and walk out of the room starting down the hallway heading to the command room which we doubled as our entertainment center.
Star might be angry but I doubt she'd be mad at me for falling for Beast Boy. I do however think the fact that I am trying my best to put his needs before my need to hunt down every villain that attacks the city might infuriate her. Roughly four months ago Star broke up with me, I was putting her off to do research or to train. Ever since then I have been doing my best at restricting the amount of time I spend on my hero duties and more time looking out for the people I care about. It is just strange circumstance that I have fallen for the sleep deprived green teen.
"Robin!" speak of the devil, I don't mean that in a negative way it's just a saying so don't think I am trying to sound rude when using it to refer to Starfire. She floats over to my side as I enter the room in which we all hung out so many times. I greet her with a warm smile and she continues the sentence she never really seemed to start. "The man who contacted us refuses to speak to anybody except for you." She then points to the large screen in front of the sofa; the words upon it read 'Robin, I won't answer till I hear your voice.' I turn my gaze back to Star and she calmly finished. "He claims to have helped you and a 'Batman' in the past."
"He put us on hold." Cyborg mutters standing from his seat on the couch walking over to me. "The call is from Wayne Industries." My eyes widen ever so slightly not really showing on my features. "I never knew you were friends with the Bruce Wayne, can you get us some new toys man?!" the oldest of our group practically yells in his excitement.
Damn it Bruce, why are you calling now? I glare ahead at the screen and coldly give my orders to the other two. "We aren't friends. Leave, now." The two exchange nervously confused looks but leave without questioning me. I should explain right now my relationship with Bruce, it isn't that I hate him in fact quite the opposite is the truth, Bruce was like a father to me. Honestly I didn't want to leave the dark knight, I wanted to remain in Gotham and continue my crime fighting days with him. He however wanted me to learn some leadership skills so I could one day take his place when the time was right, so I left following his order's and assembled the Teen Titans. Wayne said he'd contact me when he felt I was sufficient enough to be a good leader, if that's the case now then I don't feel I'm ready. Then again maybe I just don't want to be ready, I don't want to leave yet, I have to track down Slade and put him behind bars, and then there's also Beast Boy I feel so connected to him I don't wish to leave him behind. I make my way to each door of the command room and lock them, I then approach the sofa standing next to it, my cloak wrapping itself around me and a seriousness pasted on my face. "What is it Wayne?"
"Well hello yourself mighty boy wonder." He takes full form of his Bruce Wayne party boy millionaire persona as he appears on the screen. He is reclining on the deck of his yacht out in the middle of the ocean somewhere surrounded by many tanned women in bikinis. He must be trying to cover his crime fighting personality by making a public fool of his unmasked figure head. "Hey ladies, what was it that the bat wanted me to tell him?" he asks looking back at the attractive women around him.
One of the rather particularly 'busty' ladies sits up from sun bathing and answers him in her high pitched and rather annoying tone. "The jail thingy Brucee." The millionaire looks back at the screen laughing as if someone had just told a joke, the girls around him giggled along.
"That's right; apparently there was a jail break in Gotham a while back." He states as if it were just some regular day to day news with no great significance.
To tell the truth it isn't very important, not to me at least, maybe to Batman but not to Robin, not anymore. "Why does this concern me Mr. Wayne?" I ask bluntly and his response is to stare at me with those eyes, the eyes he used to make his message hit home and shatter all the windows.
A/N: Yeah I like to be a bastard and leave things at a cliffhanger, it's so much fun!