Thanks for the people that reviewed my first chapter that i posted decades ago! I took your advice and rewrote the first chapter. So if you're one of those reviewers please reread the first chapter and i would love if you gave me more feedback on it. One thing i tried to work on was not being repetitive so tell me what you think.
Here we go--- Chapter two!
"Scar," I corrected him. I took a good look at him and he changed so much. His short black hair grew some and he spiked it. It was a nice look on him. Also his boyish looks were now more mature. But what was up with the masked? He had pretty eyes.
"Do you wear that all the time?" I asked. He didn't answer instead he just continued to stare mouth slightly open. He was in shock.
"Um hello?" I teased waving my hands in his face, "Nice to know my big bro missed me."
"Scarlet?"
"Scar," I corrected again while smiling, "You know that, silly." He still looked unsure and he hesitantly raised his hand to touch my cheek. He hovered over it but still didn't touch me.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered softly. I placed my hands over his and brought it to my cheek, "But I'm right here silly." I wanted to cry tears of joy and hug him to death but guilt held me down. It was hard enough to joke and smile so I couldn't do anymore.
"What happened to you? How is this possible?"
"I got better. Just like you and mom wanted me to," I tried to say proudly but I didn't do it so well.
"There's something you're not telling me." He saw right through me.
"I was always an open book to you, Robin," I sighed, "But now is not the time or place."
"Why not?" he asked and I smiled and lifted up three fingers. I counted down on them and once I put the last finger down the huge alarm went off.
"That's why."
Robin nodded and turned to his confused team mates, "Titans move out!" Each of the scattered brain teens went into action leaving me unsure of myself. Robyn also took off towards the door then stopped and looked back at me, "Are you coming? We could really use you." I smiled slightly remembering our childhood dreams of becoming heroes and practicing in the backyard.
"I can't but I'll wait here till you get back." He looked disappointed but still nodded and walked away. Once he was gone I collapsed on the couch and cried. This was such a mistake. Why did I come?
"I didn't know seeing him again would hurt this much," I said to myself. Memories I had once thought were forgotten played in my head and I cried more. Robyn's smiling face as he gave me piggy back rides and sharing his ice cream with me. He was my brother. He protected me and loved me. So how could I bring back painful memories he had tried to forget after all these years?
"I'm only going to cause trouble," I whispered wrapping my arms tightly around myself like a lifeline. I wonder how long it would take them to get back. Minutes or hours? Should I stay or go? If I stay I don't know what will happen but if I go Robin would be safe and all of this would be some sort of bad dream to him. One day he'll just wake up and forget but I wouldn't. Even now his face was there behind my eyelids. Close enough to touch but too far away to feel. I was always going to feel the pain of knowing that I walked into his life and walked right out after many painful years of being separated. I wasn't going to forget but which would hurt more. I could leave now without looking back or I can stay and risked the chance of getting Robin's hopes up. Either way neither seemed like a good choice. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that if I take my mind off it the painful thoughts would leave. Instead I fell asleep.
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Waking up on a bed that isn't mines was slightly scary but as I sat up I saw Robin looking at me.
"Were you watching me sleep?" I asked my voice distorted from sleep causing a smile to form on the corner of his lips.
"You've change so much." I smiled sadly, "You have no idea." It was quiet for awhile and I took that time to look at my surroundings. One word: plain. His room was so boring neither did it match his personality. No posters, no colored walls, it looked kind of like a hotel room before they put in all the furniture.
"Um are you redecorating?" I asked teasingly.
"No, I just never made the time to decorate this room."
"Well maybe you should. I could help you! We could paint the walls red and big R's all over in yellow then green curtains. Not to mention a little bit of black," I ranted as ideas popped into my head, "It'll match your uniform." He chuckled at my enthusiastic face before turning serious.
"Scar we really need to talk." I nodded sadly, "You wish to know where I've been?"
"Not just that but why come here now? How did you know how to find me? And…" he paused and looked at me cautiously.
"You also want to know how I got out of that place?" he nodded my eyes felt hot and I knew I was going to cry again, "Is that all?"
"No it's not," he hesitated again, "How's mom?" I looked away from him. The room felt unbearably hot and stuffy.
"How about we go somewhere that's private without nosey teammates eavesdropping?" I suggested forming the best smile I could muster as the door to Robin's room opened and revealed each of the Teen Titans smiling sheepishly at being caught before running off.
"Come on I know just the place," Robin spoke offering me his gloved hand. Without thinking I pulled it off and placed my bare hand in his and smiled. I miss this. With a perplexed expression he led the way.