Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"Get off me Andy!" Robin grunted, trying to wiggle free from Andy's weight. Still asleep, Andy pulled Robin close to his body, his cheek nuzzling his neck. "No Carrie…" he snored "It's only you. You're the only girl for me."

He gave a broad smile and continued to rub his face against Robin's. "Heh heh…you have such soft, delicate skin my dear." He whispered the last part into Robin's ear, making him shudder. He managed to free his hand, snaking it between his face and Andy's and shoving him away.

After about few moments, he pried himself away from Andy's grasp and wiggled out from under him. Andy's head fell against Robin's pillow with a soft thump, and he continued to snore and drool and speak gibberish in his sleep.

Robin frowned, scratching the back of his head. It was still very dark outside and now he was wide awake. Stretching a little, he turned to the clock above the counter. The hands pointed to two in the morning.

"God dammit, Andy;" He muttered, stifling a yawn. He got out of the booth, clumsily stumbling to the counter. He yawned loudly, steadying himself. "I'm gonna kill you Andy. I really will…" he grumbled. He was answered with a loud snore, one that didn't belong to Andy or Ethan.

"What the-" He turned around quickly, nearly knocking some of the condiments on the counter across the room. In the booths by Andy were five other figures, one of which was lying on the table and snoring even louder than Andy, if that was even plausible.

Oh yeah, I forgot they were here. Ha ha, I've really been forgetting things a lot lately haven't I?

He smiled a little turning to Ethan. He was sound asleep in the rocker, his large arms hanging over the edge. His head lolled back and forth on his shoulders, chest moving up and down with his breathing. His massive legs were straddled slightly, a paperback rested between them. The chair was shifting back and forth, his large work boots making loud clomps as it hit the linoleum floor. Robin forced himself to suppress a laugh.

The big bad wolf is sitting in grandma's little rocking chair…Now I've seen everything. Christ Ethan, you're strong enough to be an Olympic athlete. Isn't that rocker a little small for you?

Not able to hold it in much longer, Robin chuckled. He calmed down after a second, moving careful around him and through the swinging kitchen door. "I guess you were right Ethe. They were my friends. I just can't remember them…"

Robin frowned. He still couldn't recall anything before waking up. Those four people didn't even seem familiar. Robin brought his hands to his temples, caressing them gently. Even after a week, his head still throbbed every time he tried to remember something. He made his way up the stairs, each one creaking under his weight.

Like Ethan said, the previous owners had been renovating before moving out to a new place. It was originally supposed to be a small gym, the upstairs being the showers and bathrooms. When Robin got to the top stair, he could see the remnants of it. Half the floor and walls were still covered with the light blue tiles; the other half was dark brown boards. Ethan was always too busy, too broke, or just plain lazy to clean it, so old nails and tools were scattered across the floor. Pipes were snaking in and out of the inside of the walls and ceiling, a few dripping. Connected to the pipes were a line of shower heads and a toilet.

Robin yawned once more, carefully moving across the old wooden boards that were starting to rot. One of these days, someone would fall right through the floor and break something, Robin decided. One cracked slightly under his weight and he stumbled the rest of the way to the only working shower head. He steadied himself once more, and then shut the blinds.

The first day he had learned that just because he couldn't see people didn't mean that they couldn't see him…And it wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience to realize that someone's staring at you through an open window, either. He laughed a little at the memory, leaving his clothing in a corner.

He turned the knob below the showerhead, warm water blasting him. He still had the mask on but didn't bother taking it off. He couldn't remember the significance, but it was important to him…And whatever adhesive was used to keep it on his face, the thing refused to budge and stayed stubbornly in place.

He let out a low sigh, running his hands through his raven hair. The gel that held it up was long gone, so it fell flat over his forehead and around his ears. He opened his eyes again, his thoughts running to the people down stairs.

He could barely remember their names; he would have to ask them to repeat those later. They were odd names too; it was hard to believe that people would actually name their kids that way. He remembered Ethe said more than once that they were heroes or something like that; those four certainly looked the part.

Protecting the city from danger, huh? Robin thought absently, once again running his hands through his hair. Ethan said I was fightin' and protectin' right along side them…I wonder what that was like. We must've gone on a lot of adventures and stuff. Probably put a lot of people in jail too...Maybe that's how I ended up under the-JESUS CRIST THAT'S COLD!

Robin's train of thought crashed and burned as a spray of ice water struck his back.

Robin was back downstairs in the diner not long afterwards. Even with his clothes on, the cold water did a number on him. Wet hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck. He shivered under the cold air, rubbing his arms numbly for warmth. He sat on the counter next to the jute box, the same place he slept for the past seven days. The one reason he stayed there-even though Ethan kept yelling at him not to-was because the heat vent was right under it. The thing barely worked, but the small amount of heat was a helluva lot better than nothing.

He leaned his back against the wall, propping his legs to lie lazily in front of him. He stayed that way for a few minutes, drinking in the silence. After a while, his eyes wandered to the five figures in the booths. The largest, the one with the metal limbs, caught his attention first. He was in the booth on the end, his back against the cushioned seat. A cord was stuck into his chest, connected to a metal box on the table.

The two girls shared the booth next to him. He couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at the way they were positioned. The redhead-the one who held his hand-was lying to the end on the seat, her head hanging over the edge of it. The one in blue was close to her companion's feet, her back facing Robin. The long blue cloak was coiled around her, similar to a blanket.

The green boy was the one sprawled across the table. His legs were stretched far apart, every so often giving a small kick to the seat. His arms dangled over the edge. His mouth hung open in a loud, gurgled snore, a puddle of clear liquid pooling by his face.

My God these people are weird, was the only thing Robin could think. He watched them for a moment, an eyebrow arched and his mouth pulled into a grimace. Finally, he shrugged, turning to the club. He managed to kill fifteen minutes.

Robin sighed, groping blindly into the cabinet beneath him. Ethan gave him one of his books to read during breaks, and so far he liked it. He had hours to kill before anyone woke up, and he wanted to finish it. His hand wrapped around the books spine, and he brought the novel to the open. Printed on the front was the words Cabin Fever. It wasn't long before he had opened to the folded corner marking his place and began to read.

The war cry that erupted from whoever was behind her mixed with her terrified screams…

Author's Note: I've finally gotten Chapter 11 up! I'm so happy! Anyways, I've already said I don't own the Titans and everything, and I'm not going to say it again. I think you got the message. Oo' Wow, kinda makes you wonder what Andy's dreaming about, dosn't it? Reveiws are Appreciated! Flames are Welcome!