boy wonder

         ❝ what do you think makes a hero? ❞ a quick remark ESCULATE within robin’s lips ; his expression firm, as his MASED gaze met with the familiar shade of cobalt blue. at first, he couldn’t believe in beastboy’s claim: that the girl who had help saved the city by selflessly SACRIFICING herself, had once again roam the earth. and yet here she stood. body no longer encase by rubble —— alive and breathing oxygen. she’s different now, but somewhere along the line, there was still something about her that made her TERRA.❝ a hero is someone who dedicates their life to something BIGGER than oneself.❞

it was a calling that existed within EVERYONE, one way or another.

the single ideal that resonates alongside the philosophy of doing the right thing, for no other reason, other than because. SHE IS LIVING PROOF of that belief. a hero, who had, against all other odds, manage to overcome and save them from destruction. the city still stands because of HER, and her noble deed. ❝ you showed us that. ❞

hand is place above her shoulder, a PROUD expression lingering within poise lips. never mind the books that laid against her chest, or the school uniform that had replace slade’s metallic armor. in the titans eyes, she was still a hero. ❝ i am not going to force you to go back. in fact, i RESPECT your decision... but, just know: once a titan, always a titan.❞

         ❝ my eyes ? ❞ quick words of DISBELIEF found themselves chocking onto withheld laughter ; a crocked smile emitting from within the boy wonder’s visage as he immediately SHOOK his head in exchange. two fingers is place onto the brims of his HIDDEN identity, only to reaffirm the truth of his apparently adaptable mask. he indulges her. ❝ well, i suppose, you could say that.  ❞

       SHROUDED IN AN ABYSS trap within his inner psyche, silence radiates within jolted movements. his shoulders quickly raising the moment he felt the foreign weight of her palm press against him. unsure what to expect from the other, he turns away from her worrisome gaze. dry lips unable to properly convey his grief —— his INTERNAL torment that generates from within the upcoming anniversary of his parents death. although, he had wanted nothing more than to answer that he was fine... the fact in the matter was, he wasn’t. how could he be? he had witness the death of his parents first hand, and did NOTHING to prevent it. even if he had been a CHILD, even if the world forgave him of his innocence, till this day, robin still couldn’t forgive richard. he couldn’t forgive himself.

❝ i just need time. ❞ a soft murmur can only begin with a FORCE facade, his strong will becoming the MASK that embeds themselves within his visage. ❝ i’ll be better... i promise. ❞ despite the fact that his tone was directed to her, the vow that left his lips can only reaffirm his inner mandate. the SOLE promise that he would never again be useless to anyone else, yes... it was the root of his obsession. the very reason why he TRAINS himself to the bone, the reason why he easily CONSUME himself with their work, and the reason why... he SECLUDES himself the week of his parents death.

❝ it’s days like today, i am reminded how fragile human life can be. ❞ he finds himself CONFESSING to the empath. lips cringing slightly before his glove hand is place just above her own. a grateful squeeze is made. ❝ maybe one day, if you are still willing to listen... i’ll tell you about it.❞