Raven's POV

Beastboy and I watched Robin, beyond confused. He looked like he was going into shock or something. "Um... Robin? Dude? What's going on?"

"I-He-? But-?" As Robin continued his incoherent stuttering, I turned to Beastboy of all people, looking for an answer.

All he said was "I'm as clueless as you are, dude." I was about to try talking to Robin, when Cyborg chose this very inopertune moment to burst through the doors.

"Hey y'all! Miss me?" he shouted, cheerily walking through the doors. "Now, who wants some good ol' waffles? Can't fight on an empty stomach now!" Of all the times for him to show up... and he was completely oblivious of Robin's somewhat commatose state! He used to be able to notice right away when something was up! Now? All he cared about were his spot on the football team and cheerleaders. "Say, what's up with Rob?" Oh, now he noticed.

I couldn't help it. I lost my cool. "What's up with Robin? What's up? Like you care! All you care about is yourself, and your stupid little cheerleader friends, so just bug off!"

"Raven, you know that's not true-"

"Do I? This is practically the first time I've seen you in the last month we've been in school! You're too busy for us anymore! You don't care, until it hits you in the face!" Cyborg looked like he was going to protest, when he was stopped by Beastboy of all people.

"Dude... let her chill. How about you go hang with your other friends or something? Or find Starfire." Slowly, he left the room. Thank Azar for that, because either way he would've been leaving- the alternative being chucked out the window. "Now, Rob, what's up with yo-? Dude? You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

"I might've..." he mumbled. Confused, I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Robin? Could you please tell me what's going on? Beastboy and I have no clue what just happened."

Beastboy's POV

In my mind, I tried to figure out what set Robin off. It was kinda hard though, since I wasn't paying attention the first time X said it. It was coming back though. He threw a book at Raven... then he said something about how his 'parents wouldn't be proud' and then called him a 'circus boy' -probably from the oversized elf uniform he wears... and then he said... oh yea! He said 'I thought I should let you know, bro: Zucco's out.' I think that's what got him all crazy... cause that's when he went into his little trance-y thing.

"Dude!" I shouted, and Robin and Raven's heads immediately snapped towards me. "Since when do you have a brother? Who's Zucco? And he's outta what?"

"Prison." Okay, way confused. Why would X come to tell Robin some dude busted out of jail? They do that all the time!

"And..." I prompted, waving my arms. What was the point. "Who is he?"

"A monster," Robin snarled. Yes, snarled. I should know. I was still confused.

"Is he the man I saw... in your mind?" Raven asked all quiet like. In his mi-oh, right. Their little mind meld. Raven said she saw some stuff in Robin's head when she stopped him from going all flipped-out-coocoo-lo-banza. AKA, when that dust from Slade's mask drove him mad. We still haven't found where the signal was from... anyway. Robin nodded, confirming what Ravey thought.

"What man?" Robin shot me a bat-worthy glare. Now, I've never seen Batman for real, but I can tell: that look woulda made even him shiver in his cape and boots!

"Okay..." change the subject... change the subject... "So... who was X talking about?" I tried. "Your brother?" Robin sighed, and started pacing.

"Long story... can't say too much without Batman on my case... besides, he wasn't really... he was sorta... but then there's... could he be? Nah... nah... but Jay-no. Joker. Dead... Tim? Gotta call Tim... would he? But then Batman..."

"Uh... mind cluing us in, dude?" I asked. I knew we weren't getting anywhere. "We can't understand you when you aren't talking in complete sentenses!"

"I... I gotta go make a phone call... I'll explain later... gotta find some things out first..." Before I could stop him, the guy had the nerve to just walk out! No explination, no nothing! Like usual! I was about to yell at Robin, but Raven stopped me. Of course. She's just like Starfire when it comes to Robin. Just more... subtle.

"Don't bother. He needs to figure things out on his own. He'll tell us what's going on when he's ready."

"But Raven, how can we trust him if we don't even know him? Red X knows more than we do! The secrets? The life we don't know about? We don't know anything!"

"Beastboy... we all have our secrets. Even you." Yea. Riiiight. "We don't know anything about you before your time with the Doom Patrol. Like, how did you get your powers? Were you born with them? Did you get them later?" The memories came flooding back. They weren't very pleasant.

"I'd rather not talk about it..."

"And Robin doesn't want to talk about his past before Batman. Simple." Okay, I saw what she was getting at... but still! That's different! Well... sorta. I mean, they could (Robin probably has) find out my secret I.D. by doing a search on google. Same with Cy, he grew up in the city. Raven, we know most of her past, Star will tell us anything she asks, but type in Robin on a search engine? All ya get is 'Boy Wonder!' 'The Bat's Protogee' and a bunch of sites trying to figure out who he is. Most are crazy insane. Like, one claims he's Dick Grayson or something. And that'd make Batman what? Gazillionare playboy Bruce Wayne? Yea. Suuuuuuuuure.

Robin's POV

Yea, so I pulled a Batman there, just walking out, but whatever. Beastboy will get over it. Raven will understand. I hope. Red X called me his brother. 'Bro' to be more exact. Now, we are in California. There are a lot of surfers in the area, (not to be steriotypical) so it could've meant nothing. But the way he said it... and the fact that he called me 'circus boy' (showing he knows who I am, or was making fun of my uniform) along with the fact that he came to tell me that Zu- that you know who (I can't even bring myself to say his name) is out of jail?

Out of jail... how the hell do they let a murderer out of jail? Oh, yea. Because there were no material wittnesses, so they couldn't prove it. Only put him in for other provable crimes of his. No, wait, there was a material wittness. Me. Of course, at the time of his trial I was in a juvie cell 'for my own safety' missing my parents' funeral, and then lost in the system. Yea. Thanks Child Services. Glad to know I could count on you to lock me up like a prisoner after putting me in three seperate foster homes that 'didn't work out.' Seriously, what'd they do? Mix up the list of foster parents with the list of former child molesters and child abusers? Silly me. What'd I expect? Help? Comfort? Right.

Done with the pity party, I decided to call Tim. I mean, he's almost like a brother, what with Bruce... adopting him. But would we be brothers? I mean, Bruce never bothered to adopt me.

Oh well. Past is past. Not to mention past, there's Jason, too. Bruce adopted him. Made him Robin, not too long after I left the city. Nice to know I could never be replaced. Nah, to Bruce? I was just a pawn in his game to wipe out crime in Gotham city. What'd I think? I was his son? Sorry, ditching the pitty party now.

So Tim. The closest person to a brother who's actually alive. Jason... lets just say three words: Joker, Crowbar, Bomb. Not pretty. Of course seeing as the Joker's been killed before too... being dead means nothing. But Tim was the only lead I could persue, so I called him.

"Tim? It's me." I didn't bother with pretenses and pointless small talk. "We need to talk."

"Okay, shoot. If it's about Batman, he still doesn't kno-"

"Are you Red X?"