PortofSeas, a.k.a. Shigure-Sensei or Talon.
Disclaimer: If I actually owned Teen Titans, would I really be wasting my time writing fanfics when I could be making millions off the original comic books? sighif only I could.
Nighmare is just something I came up with after watching Haunted, and was too bored with to give up. It's pretty old, but it could fit in a lot of places. A friend of mine typed it up and is now forcing me to post it. Based on the newer Cartoon Network version.
Chapter One: Still Haunted
The city slept with the peaceful stillness of that which enveloped it. Sleep. Rest. No fires, no robberies or break-ins. Just the night air and the stars. Nothing showed wrong in the monitors. Robin's eyes narrowed behind the black strip he wore as a mask. Now that he thought of it, he really didn't need the mask. He didn't exactly need to keep who he was a secret. Every villain knew who the Titans were, what their powers were, and the fact that they all lived in the tower. It wasn't like a giant building shaped like a T on an island in the middle of the harbor was hard to miss.
But the mask stayed anyway. It helped to tie him to his past, and likewise hide him from it. And nothing seemed to have a problem with it as long as he was sitting here in the tower, watching for danger. Yet, despite the quiet tranquility that seemed to blanket the city, he felt a certain level of unease. Like there was something there he couldn't see.
"My dear Robin, you'll never learn, will you?"
That voice! Robin spun the chair around, his heart skipping out of control. It couldn't be…The room was completely empty. He narrowed his eyes again. If something had been there, it wasn't there anymore.
Something stirred in the corner of his eye. He jumped. Again, the room was empty and silent. But he knew something was wrong. Usually he could hear Beast Boy mumbling in his sleep, or the soft whir of Cyborg's charger. There was the slightest tap on his shoulder.
"Over here, Robin."
Robin spun around, coming face to face with Slade right before the villain drew back his arm and connected his fist to Robin's nose in one swift motion.
Robin jolted awake, his heart beating madly, pounding against his ribcage like a drum. His face was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and his breath was hitched like he had just run a marathon. Turning his head quickly from side to side, he sat up, taking in his surroundings. The monitors bore still scenes of the city they guarded, disturbed only by the occasional wind blown paper bag rolling along the ground. Likewise, the tower was just as quiet.
He sighed and folded his arms over the desk, resting his head on them and forcing himself to calm down.
It was just a dream. He told himself. It wasn't real.
The futuristic sliding door that led in and out of the control room opened with a hiss. He only flinched slightly at the noise. Heavy footsteps thudded metallically along the floor. That meant Cyborg.
"Robin, you all right?"
Robin sat up and nodded. Cyborg moved over next to the chair and regarded him carefully.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "Just a nightmare was all."
"Hey man, I told you not to try that glorfnog-shnog…gorblog…whatever that stuff was Starfire made."
"It wasn't that." The room was quiet for a few seconds, comforted only by the sound of the clock in the corner.
"It was Slade again, wasn't it?" Cyborg sighed. Reluctantly, Robin nodded. "Man, you gotta stop these late night watch bird sessions and sleep in your own bed. It's there for a reason. He isn't coming back."
"I can't," Robin said, leaning back to stretch out his back. "I've just been tense lately. Sometimes, it just happens like that."
"Yeah, well, I don't care how it happens, just go get some sleep. All right? The city isn't gonna blow up if you take a little break."
"I guess not. It's just felt that way for the past couple of days."
"Well, you better start feeling a pillow under your head or you'll have to answer to me."
"Okay. Ten minutes. Night Cyborg."
"Awright. Night Robin."
Robin watched the half-robot as he left through the sliding door before turning back to the monitors.
"No! No! Go away! Go away!" he cried, sitting bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily. His legs were entangled in his bed sheets, but he was too shaky and tired to free them. This was ridiculous. He shouldn't have been letting it get to him. Slade was gone, dead. But he wasn't gone from Robin's mind.
He caught his breath and looked around his dark room. Though he couldn't see his walls, he knew they were no longer plastered with printouts and newspaper clippings about Slade, set up for the chance he might find a lead, some clue as to who this man was and how to stop him. But after the Terra incident, he'd taken them down, as his fervent obsession diminished. Even without his face watching from every wall, he was still there.
In the deepest darkest corners of my mind, he thought bitterly.
Would he ever be rid of Slade before he lost his mind to him?
And so ends Chapter 1. R&R please.