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Master of Deduction

Beast Boy's neck prickled uncomfortably as he was lifting weights in the training room. Beast Boy craned his neck and looked towards the other Titans. They all seemed preoccupied with their exercises and none of them were facing him. So why did he get the feeling he was being watched? This was the fifth time he had this feeling in two days.

There was a loud beeping from the training monitor, signaling the end of the training session. The Titans immediately stopped what they were doing and gathered together in the middle of the training room.

"Great job, Titans. Tomorrow we'll focus on speed and endurance training. I'll fill you guys on the details later." Robin said, before heading over to the punching bags for some extra training.

The other Titans nodded and proceeded to leave. Just as Beast Boy was about to walk out the door, the uncomfortable feeling returned. He frowned and turned his head slightly before quickly leaving the room. He could have been imagining it, but Beast Boy could have sworn he saw Robin staring at him. Creepy...

Beast Boy sat at the kitchen counter, absently doodling on a piece of paper.

"Beast Boy." said a low and gruff voice.

Beast Boy jumped and nearly fell out of his seat. He spun round and came face to face with Robin.

"Dude! Not cool! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Beast Boy said, putting his hands over his heart for emphasis.

Robin shrugged. "Sorry. Force of habit."

Beast Boy snorted, "Yeah, right. You've been doing that ninja thing ever since we formed the Titans. I bet you do that just so you can scare us!"

Robin shrugged, a small smirk forming on his lips. "It's funny to see you guys jump and freak out when I do that."

"Yeah. Funny. For you." Beast Boy muttered.

Robin cleared his throat. "Anyway, we need to talk."

"Dude, if it's about the time I put pink glitter in your hair gel, then I'm-"

Robin waved his hand in dismissal. "No, it's nothing about that. I was going to-wait, that was you?! You were the one that put that sparkly pink monstrosity in my hair gel?! I thought that was Cyborg!"

"Heh, my bad." Beast Boy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly.

"You-! Ugh…I'll deal with this later." Robin said, breathing deeply in an effort to get himself to calm down. "Okay, I've been letting this go on for a few months, and you seemed to have gotten worse, so…"

"Uh, sorry dude, but I have no idea what you are talking about." Beast Boy said, looking confused.

"Well, it's about you. And uh, you know, you are…um, not very…, I, ah, think that you should…" Robin trailed off, waving his hands wildly in the air, trying to express his thoughts with his actions.

"Uhh, maybe you should just start from the beginning?" Beast Boy asked.

"Yeah, right! So, uh, it all started when I noticed you looked depressed. I thought you were just thinking about the girl that looked like Terra because we bumped into her a few days before. I didn't do anything because I figured you just needed some time. You seemed fine the next day so I forgot all about it. But a few weeks later, you seemed down again. And I couldn't find anything that could make you feel this way. This occurred a few more times and in that time, I deduced that whatever you were dealing with was personal and mental.

"One day, I saw you looking in the hallway mirror. You looked angry. But the anger seemed to be directed at yourself. After that, I started noticing that your eyes flashed with self-hatred a few times during a day. I've talked with the others and apparently they do not know about your…dilemma. However, I would like you to tell me what is going on." Robin said.

Beast Boy was speechless. His eyes were wide, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water and his heart had actually stopped beating for a few seconds.

"If…if you knew this since, you know…why didn't you talk to me about this earlier?" Beast Boy asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah, about that…you know I'm not very good with emotions and all that. And since this doesn't have anything to do with crime fighting and missions, I didn't really know how to talk about it." Robin replied with a look of embarrassment and guilt.

"O-okay. So, uh, what do you want to know?"

"Well, for starters, what is making you so depressed? I'm surprised Raven didn't notice yet. She is an empath, after all." Robin said.

Beast Boy shrugged. "I'm good at concealing my emotions."

Robin narrowed his eyes at that statement. Beast Boy mentally smacked himself on the head. Idiot! Shouldn't have said that! And why did I use the word 'conceal'? I'm pretty sure Beast Boy doesn't use words like that! Stupid me! I just gave him another reason to be more suspicious of me. This is not going to help my case at all.

Beast Boy sighed, "Okay, dude, you got me. But I'm totally fine, and I got this thingy under control. So uh, yeah, I gotta go now?"

Beast Boy made a move to get up, but Robin grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "Oh, no, you're not getting out of this so easily. Not after all the trouble I went through to talk to you."

"What trouble? You already got all the info you need and all that. If you want to talk to me, just talk." Beast Boy said.

Robin dragged his hand over his face frustratedly. "You know I'm not good at talking about this kind of stuff."

"You can talk to criminals and face the most powerful and scariest villain in history, but you can't do this. Huh. No wonder it took so long for you and Starfire to get together." Beast Boy said, rolling his eyes.

Robin growled at that. "We're getting off topic here. I want to know what's wrong with you! Tell me now!"

Beast Boy glared at Robin. "Why do you want to know so badly?! I said I got it under control!"

"Obviously not with the way you've been acting these past few months! If this continues, this could affect your battle performance!" Robin shot back angrily.

"It will not! My battle performance is just fine! And I've also been working out and training longer recently! You may be our leader, but you don't get to interf-you don't butt into our lives!" Beast Boy spat.

Robin snorted. "Oh, and a leader can't be concerned about the welfare of his teammate?"

"This isn't concern, this is sticking your nose in other people's business!" Beast Boy snapped.

"Well, then, why don't you just-!" Robin stopped and sighed tiredly. "Look, Beast Boy, if you don't want to tell me, uh us, about this, it's fine."

Beast Boy snorted. "You expect me to believe that? You're just trying to make me calm down then try to weasel the story out of me."

"That's not what I'm trying to do!" Robin protested. Okay, maybe a little. I have a feeling I'm not getting anything out of him. Beast Boy can be very stubborn when he wants to. So unless I can magically make him tell me everything, this is useless. Urgh, I wish someone else could have done this talk with him instead of me. "I think we should end this little talking session."

"Understatement of the year. It's more like a very long, angry and pointless talking session." Beast Boy mumbled under his breath.

"Just remember that you can talk to us, any of us, if you need help okay?" Robin said in a lighter tone, before leaving the room.

"I do not need help! First Starfire, and now Robin!" Beast Boy huffed. "I wasn't expecting Robin to notice my so called 'problem'. I mean, yeah, the guy's been trained by the World's Greatest Detective, but he still doesn't have any speaking skills. Oh, man! What if he rats me out to the other Titans?! Well, of course he'll tell them! And then they'll start asking me questions. Cyborg will be like, 'I'm your best friend! Why didn't you tell me?' and give me that guilt talk. Starfire will be all 'I told you so' in her own Starfire-ish way and give me that look again. And Raven will probably do some magicky thing to make me spout out answers. Shit! What do I do?"

Beast Boy crunched up the piece of paper he was doodling on earlier. "I could…I could blackmail him! Yeah! But oh, that's stupid! How can I possibly blackmail Robin, of all people?" Beast Boy paused to think. "Hmm…, maybe, just maybe, if I asked nicely for him to-"

Robin suddenly burst through the common room doors and strode into the kitchen.

Beast Boy yelped in surprise, "Dude! What are you doing back so soon?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I won't tell the other Titans anything about the conversation just now." Robin said.

Beast Boy eyed Robin suspiciously. "Ookay?" How did he do that? I was just thinking about that just now…aloud! Did he bug the room? I hope he didn't bug the room or plant some recording device on me!

"I'm serious, Beast Boy. I will keep quiet about this, just this once. Next time something like this happens, I will probably inform the others about it."

Beast Boy nodded dumbly, watching Robin walk out of the room again. Okay, that was unexpected. Did I happen to fall into an alternate dimension or something? Because I'm pretty sure the Mr. Uptight Robin I know isn't like that.

Beast Boy stood up and stretched. So, three Titans down, and one to go. Hopefully it won't come to that. I mean, if all the Titans teamed up against me, I'm dead. But then again, I have been wishing I was dead for ten years, so it shouldn't be much of a deal.