Beast Boy blamed the hair gel. Of all the hairstyles in all the world, Robin just had to choose the one that defied gravity. Usually, this meant ten minutes of hairstyling in the Tower's only bathroom. A bathroom that Beast Boy desperately needed to use.

Beast Boy waddled back and forth in front of the bathroom door, trying to think about anything except running water. He HAD to take that stupid bet with Cyborg about who could drink the most Slushees in ten minutes. How was he to know that Cyborg's stomach could contain ten gallons of extra material? Beast Boy pounded on the bathroom door.

"Robin, hurry up!" he called through the door. If Robin heard him, he didn't respond. Beast Boy bit his lip. Eight 20-oz Slushees. A huge mistake. Beast Boy paced back and forth, trying to turn his attention away from Slushees or any other type of liquid.

Another two minutes passed. Beast Boy pounded on the door again. "Dude, I really need to go! Finish up!" Robin still ignored him. Another minute passed. Beast Boy felt like he was going to burst if he had to wait any longer. Beast Boy shoved against the door, eyes watering from an intense need to use the toilet. The door seemed jammed, barely budging an inch even when Beast Boy put all his strength into it. "Dude, open the-" Beast Boy's pleading was cut off as the door suddenly swung open, causing Beast Boy to fall face-first into the bathroom tiles.

The first thing Beast Boy noticed was the red. He could have sworn that the bathroom tiles were white, but it appeared that the tiles had suddenly decided they weren't satisfied with their current color and had shifted hues. It took Beast Boy's brain a few seconds to realize the floor was wet. Carefully, he scraped his finger along the bathroom tiles. Lifting his finger to examine it, Beast Boy realized that his usually green skin had been covered in the red, sticky liquid. Finally, Beast Boy's brain realized two plus two equaled four.

The floor was slick with blood.

"Oh crap!" Beast Boy exclaimed, jumping to his feet and staggering backwards. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh cra-"

Beast Boy stumbled and landed on his back in the pool of blood. Glancing up to see what he had tripped over, Beast Boy realized what had been blocking the door. Robin lay unconscious on the bloodstained tiles, head against the doorframe, his costume splashed with crimson. Blood leaked from a deep gash in his throat, dripping into the grotesque pool surrounding him. In his hand, he held one of his signature bird-a-rangs, the blade hidden in crusting blood. Beast Boy fought the urge to vomit. Scrambling to his feet, Beast Boy seized Robin's shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"Wake up, dude!" he pleaded. "Just wake up!"

Robin's head flopped down onto his shoulder, allowing a spurt of blood to splash Beast Boy's face. Beast Boy released in Robin in horror, and scrambled down the hallway.

"Raven! Cyborg! Anybody!" he yelled, frantically trying to wipe the blood from his face. "Someone, please! Robin's hurt!"

Robin found himself bound to a steel chair. His wrists were strapped to the armrests by leather bands, his ankles shackled to the legs of the chair. The room was lit only by the dim glow of medical readouts. Struggling against his bonds, Robin immediately began running the possibilities through his head. Kidnapped? No, this was clearly a room in the Tower. Amnesia? Possible. Beast Boy pulling a childish prank? Very likely. Surveying the room, Robin noticed one of his bird-a-rangs sitting on a nearby forensics table, the desk lamp pointed directly towards it.

Strange, Robin thought. From this angle, the blade appeared caked with some type of material. Rust? No, one side of the bird-a-rang was still pristine.

"Looks like you woke up."

Robin's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden voice. Searching the room, Robin spotted Raven monitoring one of the readouts on a nearby computer. In the darkness, she had been almost invisible. Raven turned to face him, her face hidden due to the darkness of the room and the shadow of her hood.

"Fortunately, you're going to live," she reported calmly. "Not due to lack of trying, however. The blade had cut a full two inches into your throat."

Robin stared at her, confused. "Blade?"

"It took a good deal of magic to heal," she continued, returning her attention to the medical readout. "Apparently you knew what you were doing."

"Know what I was-? Hold on a second," Robin said, bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

Raven turned back towards Robin. "Don't try to play dumb. Beast Boy found you in the bathroom. Cyborg checked forensics on the blade and a DNA test on the blood. There weren't any fingerprints, due to your gloves, but the blood was definitely yours, and the blade was in your hand."

"Blood?" Robin muttered, glancing down at himself. Immediately he felt a sharp stab of pain from his throat, causing him to jerk his head backwards. Carefully, he tilted his head so he could see the front of his shirt. Due to the darkness, he couldn't make out much detail, but he did see the front of his uniform had darkened, as if he had been splashed by a bucket of water. Turning his head back towards Raven, Robin noted that his shirtsleeve seemed to have been dyed a deep red.

"Was I attacked?" Robin asked, struggling to remember. "Who attacked me? And why am I strapped down?"

"Starfire's in hysterics. She wasn't allowed in here in case she accidentally-" Raven suddenly stopped talking. She gazed towards Robin. "What did you say?" she asked carefully.

"Who attacked me?" Robin demanded. "Why am I strapped to this chair? What happened?"

Raven walked slowly towards Robin, stopping a few feet short of the chair in which he was strapped. A pale glow from the nearby LED screens cast a dim light upon her face, causing her skin to look almost ghostly white. She looked perplexed, as if Robin had just admitted to being a space alien.

"Robin, what exactly do you remember happening before you woke up here?" Raven asked quietly, studying Robin's face carefully.

Robin frowned, concentrating. "We… we had the meeting, I remember that."

Raven nodded. The meeting had taken place about twenty minutes before the incident. Robin had tried to convince the team to add a new addition to the training course. Cyborg had been reluctant to rebuild, knowing he would been assigned most of the construction, and Beast Boy had fallen asleep halfway through the debate. The meeting had been postponed after Beast Boy had morphed into a bear during his nap, crushing the sofa under his weight. After that, the Titans had returned to their normal activities.

"What happened afterwards?" Raven prompted.

Robin bit his lip, trying to focus. "I…I headed back to my room to grab some equipment for the afternoon training session. I sat down on my bed to adjust the setting on one of my sonic disks and…" Robin paused, searching his memories. "Nothing. I guess I fell asleep."

Raven approached Robin, pulling down her hood. Crouching next to him, she studied his face with a look of concern. "You're not lying," she realized with astonishment.

"Of course I'm not lying!" Robin protested, struggling against his bonds. "Why would I?"

Raven stared at him, a worried look on her face. "Robin," she explained carefully, "You slashed your own throat. We found you bleeding to death in the bathroom. You had tried to commit suicide."

Robin stared back at her. He looked like he had just been hit by a truck. "Suicide?" he managed.

Raven nodded. "We strapped you down for your own protection. We thought you'd be a threat to yourself."

Robin looked stunned. He glanced down at himself, ignoring the searing pains from his neck. Even in the darkness, he could now make out the bloodstains across his chest. He looked at Raven with a mix of confusion and panic.

"What happened?" he muttered, more to himself than to Raven.

Before Raven could respond, the door to the medical bay flew open, throwing a harsh beam of light across the room. Cyborg walked in, staring down at the clipboard in his hand.

"His stress levels seem normal, I can't tell what caused-" Cyborg stopped his report, looking up at the now conscious Robin.

"Cyborg," Robin sighed, relieved. "Do you have any idea-"

Robin was interrupted when a fist slammed into the side of his head with the force of a freight train. The chair toppled backwards, slamming Robin against the ground. Cyborg loomed over him, shaking with fury.

"What were you thinking?!" Cyborg shouted, glaring down at the fallen Robin. "Did you think for a second what would happen to the team if you just gave up like that? Why would you do this to yourself?"

Raven quickly stepped between Cyborg and Robin, keeping Cyborg from landing another blow.

"Cyborg, don't touch him," she warned.

Cyborg glowered down at her. "Why are you defending him? Don't you remember what he almost did?" he snarled.

Raven shook her head. "He doesn't remember trying to kill himself. I don't think it's his fault."

Cyborg looked at her, confused. "Doesn't remember?"

"I don't think he intentionally tried to kill himself, at least not consciously."

Raven explained to Cyborg Robin's lack of memories surrounding recent events. Slowly, Cyborg's rage faded into confusion.

"Sorry, man," Cyborg apologized, lifting Robin's seat back into the upright position. "I didn't know about...you know."

Robin nodded, attempting to look at his bruising cheek. "Understandable. I probably would have done something similar if we'd switched positions. Nasty right hook you have there, though."

Cyborg shrugged, embarrassed. "So you really don't have any memories about your suicide attempt?" he asked, bewildered.

Robin frowned. "Only up to a few minutes beforehand. Nothing after that, though. I was hoping you would find something on your medical charts."

Cyborg glanced down at his clipboard. "Nothing," he muttered. "Stress levels seem normal. Well, for you. No sign of any kind of mental disease. The only thing I can think of is that you're going into a relapse with your Slade problem."

Robin flinched, remembering his previous encounter with his hallucinogen-induced vision. The chemicals in Slade's mask had triggered a psychological reaction in Robin, causing him to see visions of Slade whenever his surroundings were dark enough.

"I don't think so. When I woke up, the lights were off. I would have seen Slade," Robin pointed out.

Cyborg tossed his clipboard aside. "Then I'm out of ideas," he sighed, exasperated.

Robin struggled against his bonds. "Can you unstrap me? I think I'll be fine for now."

Cyborg reached forward to undo the bonds, but Raven held out a hand to stop him.

"Just let me try something," she explained. "Now that he's conscious, I can try to look into his mind, check for any traces of Slade."

Robin nodded. "Worth a shot, I guess. It worked last time."

Raven extended her arm, pressing two fingers against his forehead. "Clear your mind," she instructed, closing her eyes. "Focus on nothing except for my voice."

Robin closed his eyes, complying with Raven's instructions. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a dull white glow emitted from Raven's fingers, adding a bit of light to the shadowy room. After a few seconds, the light faded, and Raven opened her eyes.

"Nothing," she sighed. "It doesn't look like there's-"

Suddenly, Raven was thrown backwards, as if she had been rammed by car. She flew backwards several yards, crashing straight into the Tower's wall with a sickening crack. Both Raven and Robin screamed in pain. Raven crumpled to the ground. Robin went limp, head drooping forwards onto his chest.

"Rae!" Cyborg shouted, sprinting over to where Raven lay. With Cyborg's assistance, Raven rose unsteadily to her feet.

"I'm fine," she muttered. Trying to take a step, Raven almost collapsed. Cyborg caught her before she hit the ground.

"Sure you are," Cyborg replied sarcastically, leading her to an unoccupied chair nearby.

Nearby, Robin slowly pulled his head up. "Wha…what happened?"

Cyborg shook his head in disgust. "Man, whatever goes on in that head of yours, I don't want to have any part of it."

Raven shook her head, sagging into the chair. "That wasn't Robin that caused it. When I tried to push into Robin's mind, something else pushed back."

Robin frowned, still shaky from the sudden jab of pain. "Is something else in there?"

Raven sighed. "I don't know. Whatever is in there, it added a mental shield, in addition to Robin's above-average mental defenses. There isn't a way to find what's wrong from the outside."

The room was silent for a minute. Then Robin looked up. "What about from the inside?" he suggested.

Raven looked up, startled. "What?"

Robin gestured towards Cyborg with his head. "Cyborg told me that you-"

Robin was cut off by a series of frantic "shut up" gestures from a panicking Cyborg. Raven turned and glared at Cyborg.

"What did Cyborg tell you, exactly?" Raven inquired, her voice dripping with venom.

"Um, I might of, accidentally, told Robin," Cyborg stammered, "that, uh, you might have a magic, um, mirror that, uh, allowed Beast Boy and me to go into your mind. Accidentally."

Raven glared at him with enough hatred to melt most mortals. "Interesting," she said, her eyes almost glowing with rage. Cyborg looked at Robin pleadingly.

"Okay, so Cyborg told me," Robin admitted. "But can you enter my mind? You might be able to track the source of the disturbance."

Raven turned back towards Robin, running the scenario through her head. Cyborg made a mental note to get as far away from Raven as possible the next chance he got, or risk being blasted into a billion bits and pieces.

"It might be possible," Raven decided. "I'd need two factors to be changed, however."

"Name it," Robin said.

Raven held up one finger. "First, you'll need to come with me."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Cyborg protested. "Whatever's in Robin's head apparently wants him dead. Who knows what would happen if we put Robin's brain, which wants to kill him, INTO said brain?"

Raven sighed. "Unfortunately, it's not optional. To get past his mental defenses, Robin's mind needs a recognizable source. It won't recognize my brainwaves, so it will just keep me out. If Robin was with me, however, it would read his brainwaves over mine, allowing us to pass through."

Robin nodded. "That makes sense," he commented. "What's the second factor?"

Raven held up her second finger. "I'll need something personal. A name, a place, even just an idea. Anything that I don't know, but has an important meaning in your memories or thoughts."

Robin winced. "Any name?"

"Preferably yours," Raven admitted. "Otherwise, it might not have enough emotional resonance. There needs to be enough to temporarily reset your mental defenses."

Cyborg grinned, extending a miniature microphone from the tip of his index finger. "Come on, Boy Wonder," he goaded. "Tell us, who is the boy behind the mask? Your fans are just dying to find out."

Robin glared at him. "Dick," he muttered.

Cyborg stared at him, confused. "What did you just call me?"

"My name is Richard, but everyone calls me Dick," Robin explained reluctantly.

Slowly, the look on Cyborg's face shifted from confusion to a teasing grin. "Seriously?" he asked, astounded. "That's what your parents decided to name you?"

Robin glared at Cyborg just as hatefully as Raven had earlier. "If you DARE tell Beast Boy…" he threatened.

"If you two infants are finished," Raven interrupted, "Robin has a mind to repair."

"You might want to fix his name, while you're at it." Cyborg snickered.

Robin couldn't do much more than glare at Cyborg from his bonds, but if looks could kill, Cyborg would have been dead a thousand times over.

Raven sat down, cross-legged, and soon began to hover in the air. "Azarath Metrion ZINTHOS!" she shouted, shooting an orb of dark energy towards Robin. Robin instinctively braced himself for impact, but the orb passed through him as if he were made of mist. Two feet behind him, the orb froze, and then began to expand. By the time it had finished growing, it stretched from floor to ceiling, crackling with energy. Slowly, the center began to hollow, revealing a tunnel leading down through the floor, reaching far beyond anyone in the room could see. Robin once again attempted to free himself from the chair, struggling against the leather straps. He looked over at Cyborg.

"Would you mind?" he asked, gesturing towards his bonds. Cyborg started forward to free Robin, and then stopped himself, a wicked grin crawling across his face. Instead of loosening his bonds, Cyborg began to tilt the seat backwards, towards the portal.

"Cyborg?" Robin glanced behind him, suddenly realizing what Cyborg was planning. "Cyborg, don't even think about-"

Cyborg grabbed the legs of the chair, flipping it backwards into the portal. The chair tumbled downwards, carrying the still-imprisoned Robin with it.

"CYYYYYBOOOOOOOORRRRRG!" Robin's furious howl echoed off the cloudy sides of the portal as he fell into the depths of his own mind. Cyborg chuckled, but immediately stopped when he found himself face-to-face with an irritated Raven.

"Come on, he had that one coming," he explained, failing to contain another satisfied chuckle.

Raven rolled her eyes. "Fine, but it's your job to explain to Starfire exactly where her suicidal boyfriend is."

Cyborg's human eye widened. "Hold on a second, Rae!" he protested.

Raven pulled her hood up over her head, and dove after Robin into the portal. Immediately, the tunnel vanished, leaving Cyborg alone in the dark room, surrounded by blinking medical equipment.

"Great job, Cyborg," he muttered to himself. "How am I going to explain this to Star?"

Then he allowed himself a small grin. "Dick," he chuckled. "Beast Boy's going to get a kick out of that."

(Note: I do not own Teen Titans)