"when the levee breaks"

A/N

Alright, so I have a FanFiction account but I don't really use it because my writing sucks… But today I got an idea and I figured, what the hell. Why not? So here is just a little one-shot made for fun, right from my messed up little brain.

Also, thanks to my Beta reader, v2113 who came up with the awesome name

Well...

Enjoy :D

… or don't *shrug*

Disclaimer~ Roses are red…

Violets are blue…

I don't own the Teen Titans.

The end.

Robin groaned and rubbed his temples, trying in vain to rid himself of a growing headache. His second in command, Cyborg, looked up from tapping away at his mechanical arm for a moment to speak to his disgruntled leader.

"Ya know, Robin, you can stop pacing. You can probably stop worrying to. I mean, it's not like we can stop every robber. Besides, the bozos who got away were just lowlife criminals. Not like they could do any harm or nothin'." Cyborg grinned.

'Then how did they manage to get away from US?' Robin was just about to answer him when the door to the T-Tower common room slid open with a hiss.

"DUDES! I sniffed EVERYWHERE in this town and I couldn't even get a trace of those guys' scents." Beast Boy announced upon his entrance. "I did, however get a nose full of some pretty NASTY stuff! UGH!" the green changeling shuddered in remembrance of sewers, garbage cans, and worst of all… HOTDOG VENDERS… ew. Regrouping, he leaped over the back of the big couch, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the TV with as much grace as he could muster. Which is actually a lot. The room filled with the obnoxious sound of Beast Boy's favorite show of ALL time (for the week at least): Manic Mega Monkey Mania. Robin's headache returned with a vengeance and Cyborg gave up trying to reach the experimental tracking device he had slipped onto one of the robbers as he ran away.

"Sorry, Rob, either the device didn't work, or the guys just disabled it." The teen shrugged it off and walked over to the couch. "It's not like it was that much of a loss, right? I mean, they only got, what? Twenty bucks?"

'BUT THEY STILL GOT AWAY! WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE THAT?' Robin's mind screamed but his face remained stoic. 'Ugh, why is this cape so damn tight?' Robin tugged at his costume which suddenly felt three sizes too small for him. The TV switched to a special news flash as Raven and Starfire walked in.

"We searched the whole city by air. I fear that they have managed to slip away from us, though, because we saw nothing." Starfire clasped her hands and tilted her head, "Perhaps the policemen will have better luck in finding them than us?" Robin subconsciously clenched his fists.

'But they got away. FROM US! How did we even-?'

"DUDES! We're on TV!" Beast boy turned up the volume and Robin noticed the newsflash for the first time. A striking young reporter sat behind a typical newscaster's desk. Behind her, on a screen, was the embarrassing recorded fight between the Titans and a relatively small band of talented, but still normal, robbers. The teens watched, slack-jawed, as highlights showed just how badly their earlier fight had gone.

"The local superhero group, Teen Titans, has come under fire today from many of the citizens of Jump City, who call their defeat at the hands of a group of robbers-"

As if a switch had been flipped, Robin suddenly felt as if everything and everyone was talking… loudly, and all at once.

"Aw, now that's just not very nice. They were SO TOTALLY playing dirty, I mean-" Cyborg continued his rant, not caring that he was preaching to air.

"DUDES! I didn't know we sucked THAT bad!"

There was a smack as Raven hit the shape shifter upside the head.

'Why is it so hot in here?'

"OW! Rae, that really hurt—" Robin closed his eyes, his head throbbing more than ever.

"Robin, are you alright?" Starfire inquired.

"—AND the sun was in my eyes, and I think my battery might—"

"—seriously Rae, what was that for—"

'Do they have to all talk at once?' Everyone continued speaking over each other, their voices seemed to compete for attention.

"—I was JUST making a statement—"

"—It's not like I meant to let that one guy get past me—"

"Robin?"

"—The Titans ability to protect the city is being questioned, and to comment, we have our senior correspondent Joe Steven." The reporter turned to an elderly man sitting next to her. Robin's eye twitched a little as he tried to focus on the one man speaking.

"Thank you Amy, now I'm not saying anything particularly bad about the Titans, but they have defiantly shown signs of slacking and I—"

"—what a jerk—"

'S-slacking?' Robin's eye twitched a little more.

"—feel that perhaps they, as a group could be slightly… eh… distracted most especially—" Robin's whole face went blank as everything began to distort. Spots danced in his eyes and voices all mixed together completely into barely recognizable sounds. Everything was the same conversation all of the sudden, Robin clamped his eyes shut and rubbed his temples harder. He felt as if he needed to get away, and yet he couldn't move.

"—HEY—"

"—How dare—"

'Air. I need air.'

"Robin."

"Robin?"

"—I already said—"

'Why can't I breath?'

"—Wait—"

"Yo, Rob, you all right?"

"—Dude—"

"—You look unwell Robin, perhaps—" Robin opened his eyes and looked at his friends, they were all looking at him…strangely. This was not right, at all. They shouldn't be looking at him with worry, he had no time to be worried about. He needed to be the leader. He WAS the leader. He was brave, strong, untouchable… right? One mistake won't change that. Besides, he was fine, really. He just needed to get his thoughts in order. That shouldn't be too— hey, why'd everything just go fuzzy?

Because of his mask, none of the Titanssaw Robins eyes roll back before shutting completely but they did see, less than a millisecond later, when their leader and best friend collapsed into a heap on the floor. Cyborg, Raven and Starfire rushed to their fallen comrade, yelling instructions at each other. Beast Boy, not knowing for sure what to do, stayed on his knees on the couch, back to the TV peeking over the back. The conversation continued on the TV…

"I'm simply saying about Robin, a kid his age—"

Cyborg gently lifted Robin's unconscious body up and carried him out to the medical bay with Raven trailing behind him…

"—It's got to be a lot of stress, you know—"

Starfire hesitated before following Cyborg out…

"—dealing with all the things he deals with, fighting, leading a team—"

"What… what just happened?" She asked

"Dude…" Beast Boy whispered, "I… I think we… broke Robin…" Beast Boy's ears drooped down and he followed Starfire as she ran out the doors, not even thinking to turn off the TV.

"—It can't be good for his mentality—"

No. No it isn't.

"Thank you for that insight, Mr. Steven." The woman turned away from Mr. Steven and looked ahead into the empty room, "In other news…"

*here comes the really long author's note*

So? Hate it? Tolerate it? Dare I say… like it?

PM me if something REALLY doesn't make sense, because I think there were a few things I could have cleared up and a few places I could have just left it off that would have made it better.

Normally I would NEVER put my own work up, and I'm a little afraid, but you know how it is, "It's not how good your work is, it's that you had the courage to post it anyway". Or… is that the DeviantART slogan?

I want to see if my writing is any good to other people so feel free to comment on whatever you wish, just as long as it's feedback.

I know I'm begging for reviews here and I sorry, but I'm my own worst critic. So I would really appreciate your opinion.

DO YOUR WORST! FLAME (you know you want to)! I'M READY! *hides*

…not the face plz.