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Post by nightwing on Sept 4, 2003 19:57:28 GMT -5
Robin's bedroom looked nothing like any of the other Titan's. Where his teammates would have posters, photos, and little nicknacks, Robin's room was... well the word would have to be empty. There was a bed, a bedside table with a lamp, a desk where Robin's laptop sat, and the closet where Robin kept two extra uniforms and some civilan clothing.
Robin didn't like to leave a lot of personal items in his room. Despite the fact that half the team knew who Robin really was, he still wanted to protect his identity.
After taking a quick shower, Robin threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a his wrap-around sunglasses. Tim first checked Oracle's information web-board. Apparently in Central City there was a large disturbance at the local mall. Over 12 million dollars in damages. The battle was between a new villian and a "hero" calling himself "Champion." Robin shook his head. "I hope he didn't tell anyone he was with the Titans. There is NO way we are paying for that..."
As Tim perpared to go down to get some lunch, his cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?" Tim said answering the phone.
"TIMOTHY ALVIN DRAKE! Where the hell are you?!" came the angry voice of Jack Drake.
"D-Dad?" Tim stuttered and made certain his door was closed and locked. "What's up?"
"I asked you a question Timothy!" Tim had to pull the phone away from his ear as his father shouted.
"What are you talking about? Dad, it's Saturday..." Tim said making sure his lie was in place. "I'm at work." In order to explain his weekly absences from Gotham, Tim had told his father that he was working weekends at the Bludhaven Police Department as a file clerk. With Dick Grayson as an officer there, Tim was able to convince his Dad and Dana that he would stay the weekends at Dick's place.
There was a long silence in which Tim could swear he heard Dana in the background say, "I told you so..." Tim had to smile, Jack Drake would never get confused with Father of the Month. Luckily he had Dana to keep him straight.
"Um... Right..." Jack said, obvioulsy embarassed.
"Dad is everything okay?" Again there was silence.
"We'll discuss it when you get home." Jack replied. "See you tomorrow night."
As Tim hung up the phone, he shook his head. "What was that all about?"
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Post by nightwing on Sept 4, 2003 21:59:41 GMT -5
Robin entered his room and punched is fist directly through his wall! HARM! How the hell did he get here! How dare he ask for help after everything he put them through? After what he did to Secret?!
Robin punched another hole in his wall, while he pulled the other hand own. He continued to punch holes into his wall.
Soon he fell the floor of his room exhausted, his hands bleeding badly. Just as he was about to pass out he looked up at the holes he had put in his wall. "dang cheap drywall..." Robin whispered.
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Post by champion on Sept 4, 2003 22:01:08 GMT -5
"Something on your mind, 'Rob'..." Says Champion standing on Robin's bedroom door.
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Post by nightwing on Sept 4, 2003 22:24:42 GMT -5
"GET OUT!" Robin shouted while he threw a Batarang at the door!
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Post by champion on Sept 4, 2003 22:29:01 GMT -5
The Batrang misses Adam for just an inch. (I don't think you really wanted to hit him, right?)
"Hey, man! No need for aggression! Look, you're obviously stressed about something OTHER than me... You can talk if you want..." Replies Adam.
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Post by nightwing on Sept 4, 2003 22:31:26 GMT -5
(Thats cool. Robin's pretty ticked so I wouldn't be suprised if he missed for once.)
"GET. OUT." Robin growled as he pointed to the door, the blood from his hands falling to the carpet.
"NOW."
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Post by champion on Sept 4, 2003 22:33:23 GMT -5
"All right, gee. You're going to end up having a heart attack any day soon..." Adam leaves.
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Post by nightwing on Sept 4, 2003 22:40:30 GMT -5
As the door closed behind Champion, Robin sat on the bed and pulled out a first aid kit from under the bed. Once he had his hands properly bandaged he sat down on the floor and closed his eyes in an attempt to mediate. He hated loosing conrtol, especially in front of others.
He made a mental note to add a self locking door mechanism. He was so mad, he must have forgotten to close the door.
Going to his phone Robin dialed a number he hadn't dialed in months.
"Hello?"
"Hello Greta? It's Tim..."
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Post by nightwing on Sept 4, 2003 23:02:30 GMT -5
"TIM? Oh my goodness!" Greta formally known as Secret squeeled. "I haven't heard from you since Young Justice disbanded. Are you okay? How are you? How's.. Spoiler..." The last part sounded really forced.
"Hey Greta. I'm okay. And so is Stephanie I suppose."
"You suppose?" Greta asked uneasily.
"Yeah, we broke up..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Tim," Greta responded. It sounded real concern.
"So... how are you doing? Seeing anyone?" Tim asked, suddenly regretting his choice of words.
"Actually yes..." she said uneasily. "You remember Ray, right?"
"You and Ray?!" Robin responded in suprise. Greta broke into laughter.
"No, no..." she responded. "No, a friend of Ray's. What about you?"
"Yeah... Her name is Rachel."
"Is she good to you? Because if she isn't..." Greta laughed as she made the threat. Tim was glad she had moved on from her crush on him.
"Yeah, she wonderful." Robin laughed. "I was just hanging around the Tower and got to wondering how you are."
"I'm doing great Tim. Hey, mabye if your around Happy Harbor I can meet Rachel and we could all do a double date or something."
"That sounds great Greta. Listen I gotta go okay? Take care."
"You too Tim. Bye." As the line went dead, Tim sighed. He almost told Greta about Harm being back but decided against it. She was happy now. She deserved it, and neither Robin nor Billy was going to take that away from her.
That he swore.
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Post by nightwing on Sept 5, 2003 15:12:17 GMT -5
Robin quickly got dressed in his costume and decided to go for a walk. Maybe Falcon was around. He could certainly use a talk with her. She always helped him feel better about thigs.
As he left his room he heard a sound that reminded him of a clown getting tortured. Maybe the Joker had met Champion.... Hey a guy could hope...
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Post by nightwing on Sept 9, 2003 18:19:55 GMT -5
Robin entered his bedroom without making a sound. He had lost control of his emotions. Something he NEVER did. But he couldn't help it.
His entire life things were taken away from him or left. His parent leaving him behind as the traveled the world, his mother getting killed, his father ingnoring him, Batman leaving him alone with Jean Paul, Batman betraying him, Spoiler selfish betrayal, his father sending him to Brentwood. And now he was being forced to give up Rachel. One of the few people in a long time who generally cared about him and he about her. Why couldn't he be allowed happiness? Why couldn't he be selfish for once?
What had he done to deserve all this abuse? He always did what was right, he also did his best. But that was never enough, was it?
Ripping off his mask, Tim fell to the floor of his room. He wanted to cry, but for some reason he couldn't. He felt numb. And that hurt him more than anything.
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Post by Falcon on Sept 9, 2003 18:25:57 GMT -5
>My character is bawling her eyes out in her room if you want the two to have a heart to heart.<
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Post by nightwing on Sept 9, 2003 18:29:15 GMT -5
>>Sounds good.<<
After several moments, Robin stood up again. He WAS being selfish. He was thinking about himself, when Rachel was being torn away from what she loved. He was going to make Rachel's last day with him, the best he could.
>>Continues in Rachel's Room<<
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Post by nightwing on Sept 15, 2003 18:01:46 GMT -5
(After "Harm's Room" and "SuperboyS?")
Robin returned to his room and raised a signal to the Batcave. Batman was still in Metropolis, but Robin needed to tell him. He left a message saying that Harm knew about them from Impulse, and gave the Dark Knight a short explanation of the situation. No doubt they would have a long talk when he went back to Gotham later that day.
Since he wasn't expected back home Robin decided to get some mediation in. He removed his belt, cape, gloves, and kevlar vest, leaving his leggings, and boots and mask on. He sat in the middle of the floor, crossed his legs and closed his eyes. He tried his best to clear him mind and steady his breathing.
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Post by nightwing on Sept 15, 2003 18:29:00 GMT -5
Standing up and chaning into his civilan clothes Robin prepared to return back to Gotham. His Dad and Dana were probably wondering what was keeping him.
Making sure his wrap around sunglasses were firmly in place, he began to make his way to the teleporter that was take him to the Batcave. Robin's access code was always changing every hour and after every use to keep anyone not a member of the clan or a close friend from using the teleporter to the cave.
His mind finally went back to the conversaton he had with his father yesterday. Something was up, but what?
The question kept nagging him has he exited his room and went into the hallway.
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