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A/N: Just another poem, this one's about Robin. This is actually the first TT story I've written that isn't centered around either BeastBoy or Raven, so I hope it's good.

What if Slade was right in "Apprentice?" What if Robin enjoyed stealing, what if he did get that 'thrill?' And what if that side of him...still had a hold?

A Part of Me

Everyone has a dark side,

or so, that's what I hear

Raven has one, BeastBoy does too,

We all have one within us

But how strong is their hold?

The dark side of them?

Does it control them, consume them,

become their very soul?

And thus, I ask myself

What of me?

Do I have that side as well?

Am I as dark as they?

A part of me says so

The other part denies

But can you truly deny,

What is inside you?

A part of me tells me tales

Of courageous escapades,

Dangerous tasks,

And narrow escapes

Part of me wants control

Over what morals to use

A part of me tries to consume

To become my very soul

Part of me feels dark, cold

It tells me to join them

Part of me sees no light

It tells me to come back to the dark

Though my master is gone,

His influence remains

Am I dark, or good?

Or somewhere in between?

A part of me says hero,

A part of me says villain

Both parts argue,

But is either right?

Never are things black or white

Not anymore, at least

They are somewhere in the middle

They are gray, as is my choice

A part of me says to forget them

To leave it all behind

To embrace this new feeling

And the future that awaits it

A part of me agrees,

And imagines the outcome

Some outcomes are positive,

Some are not

But one thing all these parts agree on?

The influence remains

The choice is mine

And I will see where it leads me

A/N: Okay, so it ain't very poetic, but I think Robin would have to feel this way sometimes. Slade is never out of his head, and thus neither is his influence. Review, please.