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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are some OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
*shields self from rotten tomatoes* Also, I decided to post early due to Thanksgiving Thursday. Chapter 19 will update normally the week after this one. We only have 3 more to go too! Love ya, bye!
SladinForever

The next day, Robin was quiet as he sat by Drake's desk. His ears stayed down in a forward position and his tail lay flat on the floor. His brow was furrowed deeply, anguish evident in his eyes. Some people that came in had pet his head, which he ignored. Despite only knowing Rosie for fifteen minutes, he felt like they had been friends since they were babies. Was this what they meant when they said humans and animals could co-exist together? Despite the different species? Robin desperately wanted to think that.
"We now have almost every DNA of every animal in the world thanks to that green kid," Danny said, reporting to Drake about production. "He's exhausted though. We only need about a hundred more."
Drake was silent momentarily, thinking. "Let him rest for twenty-four hours. Start working on getting the DNA we do have into the serums."
"Yes boss."
"Also, how many hunters have returned with more orphans? I need to know if we need to start going to other countries in the next few weeks."
"Two sects returned yesterday," Danny said. "One group managed five and the other three. We're still waiting for the last three sects to arrive before sending them back out."
"Alright, thanks, Dan," Drake said. "You should get some rest. You've been working very hard."
Danny smiled. "You're welcome boss. And thank you." Dan took a step back and was about to turn and leave when he glanced at Robin, who was sitting quietly on his pillow. He looked back at Drake. "Is there something wrong with him, boss?"
Robin blinked. Drake glanced at him. "He'll be alright."
Swallowing, Dan stepped towards Robin. He didn't move or look up. "C-Can…Can I pet him?"
Drake chuckled softly. "Oh, I think so. He hasn't snapped at anyone today."
Nodding, Danny found a new courage. He stepped up to Robin right as his tail wrapped around him. As slow as possible, he moved his hand towards his head. Sensing the hesitation, Robin's ears slowly rose up and then turned backwards. A small growl formed in his throat and the pitch started to rise. Danny stopped, his fingertips just inches from Robin's forehead. He swallowed.
"There's a difference between you and them." Danny's eyes widened when Robin looked up at him with a deadly glare. "What's the matter, you big chicken?"
Danny stared at Robin, dumbstruck for a few seconds. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and didn't hesitate this time to place his hand on his head and press down. Robin continued to glare at Danny, but it softened incredibly. When he realized he wouldn't try biting him, Danny opened his eyes slowly and then moved his hand back. Robin watched him pet his head quietly, his angry glare turning into a tired one.
"Well, see you tomorrow, boss," Danny said once he was done, a smile back on his face.
"Good night, Dan."
Nodding, Danny turned around and left. Robin's body relaxed and his tail fell limp on the floor. "That kid is a big fat chicken," he muttered.
Drake continued to stare down at him, not saying a word. After a while, he looked away, picked his pen back up, and worked on paper work. Silence filled the room again. A little while later, after a scientist came in, Drake moved back a few inches and opened a desk drawer. He pulled out a small black, plastic box with a metal band connected to the sides.
"I wasn't going to do this, but after what you did to Danny, I'm reconsidering."
Robin glanced at him and saw the box. He then looked away, closing his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered.
Snorting softly, Drake attached the box to Robin's collar. He pushed a button, which made the band close around it. There was a satisfying click as the ends locked together.
"If you so much as bark, snarl, growl, or try to bite someone, the box will know and you will receive a small electrical shock. I wouldn't even dare to snort at me since you have the tendency to do that."
Yes, Robin would've snorted at that moment, but he was too tired to or cared. For the remainder of the day he didn't speak or look at anyone. Once it was time for bed, he got up right away, used the bathroom, and then got into bed. Curling up in a tight ball, Robin reached back to grab his blanket and pull it over his body.
'Slade, hurry up,' he thought bitterly.
Closing his eyes, Robin drifted off to sleep.

"Derrick, what are you doing back here?"
Robin's ear twitched.
"I wanted to let you know that I will be returning to my ex's place today."
Robin's eyes slowly fluttered open. He remained still, listening to Drake and Derrick's conversation.
"Again, you should've just called, idiot," Drake said, obviously not happy to see his brother again.
"I wanted to say a proper good-bye, wish you luck, and hug ya, that's all, little bro," Derrick said, sounding hurt.
Robin's tail wrapped tightly around him. He could sense that he was simply faking it for some reason. But why?
"Okay, fine," Drake said, standing.
Right as he was about to walk up to Derrick, the door burst open and a security guard came in.
"Sir, sorry to bother you, but this is urgent," he said frantically. "Some of the kids escaped."
Cursing under his breath, Drake rushed for the door, saying, "Just stay here and I'll be back for that good-bye."
Drake slammed the door shut behind him. Swallowing, Robin pretended to be asleep. Derrick, meanwhile, smirked as he sat in his brother's chair. He looked around the room.
"Once I stab and kill my brother after he returns, all of this will be mine," he said out loud. Robin rolled his eyes. "I will be selling those brats for way more than what he is selling them for and become the richest man in the world. It's so close, I can taste it." Robin growled. He suddenly yelped, making Derrick jump in surprise. "Pet, is that you?"
Rubbing his pained neck after the shock from the collar, Robin threw the blanket off his head and sat up, glaring at Derrick, who was looking at him. He saw a long-bladed knife on Drake's desk.
"If anyone is to kill that bastard, it'll be me."
Derrick smirked. "You really are a bad pet." He started to stand, pushing the chair back. "If you belonged to me already, you would be begging at my feet." Robin maneuvered up onto his feet, one hand in front of him. Derrick stepped up in front of him to where he had to crane his head up to see him. "Drake is a damn softy. The most pain he'd induce is that box around your neck. I, on the other hand, have far better, more sufficient methods."
"You can kiss my ass, asshole," Robin said angrily, ready to attack him.
"Kiss it?" Derrick asked. He suddenly reached forward, grabbing the collar around Robin's neck. He continued to glare at him. He flinched slightly when his other hand moved through his hair. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'd rather fuck it instead. You see, fear and pain is the only method to get brats like you to behave. Love and praise for doing something right? Whoever came up with that was an idiot."
Derrick shoved Robin backward, making him fall. Falling to his knees, he reached for his ankle. Growling, Robin tried to kick him, only to get shocked again.
'Dammit, I can't fight back.' Did Robin have the worst luck or what? Unless- "You know I can't fight back without getting shocked!"
Derrick chuckled darkly as he pulled Robin towards him by the foot. "That's right," he said, unzipping his pants. "Drake isn't the only one who has nano-bit tech at his disposal. I brought a bug with me the first day I came. Now, going to roll over for me, pet?"
Robin glared at him. "Over my dead body."
Derrick smirked. "Sorry, don't fuck corpses." He forced Robin onto his stomach and then hovered over him, feeling up his leg. "I'll be taking your virginity now, brat."
Robin let out a short laugh. "This will be my second time, asshole. Unless your brother comes back."
"Believe me, I set the kids loose to get ready for when my brother returned," Derrick said, grabbing Robin's shorts and boxers by his hips. "I'll be done with you by the time he gets back. Then I'll kill him and fuck you again."
Robin was glaring at the wall, wishing he could attack or call for help. He knew it was useless. So he stayed still and relaxed, knowing it would be over before he knew it. Despite the situation, Robin was unafraid. He would be fine.
'As long as he doesn't have any STDs,' he thought. "You do know I'm not afraid of a bastard like you," Robin said.
Derrick lowered his garments slowly, saying, "You should be." Robin clenched his eyes shut when he ran his hands over his pale flesh. Derrick smirked while caressing him. Robin's tail was wrapped firmly around his waist now. "That thing better not get in the way or I'll cut it off."
"Don't worry. It wants to strangle you later," Robin said, trying to ignore the light touches on his ass cheeks. If he kept Derrick talking, Drake would return in time. "Are you going to just fondle me the whole time?"
Derrick smirked. "Ah, that's right. I almost forgot that I'm going to rape you. I'll try my hardest to make it hurt despite you doing this once before."
Robin bit back a retort. As long as he stayed relaxed, it wouldn't be so bad. Drake wouldn't take very long anyway, he assumed. Robin hoped anyway. He suddenly gritted his teeth, Derrick's blunt tip entering him harshly.
"Bastard," he muttered.
Derrick hit him upside the head. "Hey, you don't hear me calling you a whore, now, do you?"
Robin let out a short laugh again. "A whore? Like I sell myself to bastards like you. Besides, there's only one man for me and if I don't kill you, then he will."
Derrick dug his nails into his hair, gripping it tight. Robin yelped. "Stop talking, you little fag." Robin dug his nails into the sheets, bracing himself for when Derrick forced his head into the mattress and started pounding into him. He thought this wouldn't be hurtful like the first time when Slade used lubrication, but boy was he wrong. Derrick was dry as hell and fully erect. This was starting to look bad. "N-Now this is how y-you discipline a bad p-pet."
Robin was starting to have trouble breathing. His tail wrapped itself tightly around him, like it was reassuring him it would be over soon. His right ear turned in the direction of the door. Outside at the bottom of the stairs, Drake was talking to the guard that had retrieved him.
"Make sure you find anything amiss. If and when you do, contact me immediately."
"Yes, boss."
Nodding, Drake started up the stairs, the guard turning around and walking away. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair. He soon made it to the door, reaching for the handle. "Derrick, I'm-DERRICK!"
Drake had opened the door and saw his brother pounding hard into Robin, who was growling and getting an electric shock. Running up to him, he grabbed Derrick's shoulder with both hands and managed to pull him away. Derrick crashed into the desk, the knife sliding across the surface. Lifting his head, Robin gasped in air.
"Hehe, I w-was just teaching him a l-lesson," Derrick said, trying to stand. Drake was glaring angrily down at him. "Pain is-"
Shaking in rage, Drake yanked Derrick to his feet and then pushed him towards the door. "GET OUT!"
Robin groaned, his eyes clenched shut and his stomach quivering as he breathed. Derrick pulled his pants up.
"Oh come on!"
"Don't you "come on" me you bastard!" Drake yelled, pushing him towards the door. "Get out of here!"
"Okay! Fine!" Growling, Derrick turned around, yanked open the door more and then stepped out, slamming it behind him. He started down the stairs. "I was only doing you a favor, dumbass."
Derrick kicked a cage door on his way towards the door. Noah glared after him. Meanwhile, back in Drake's office, he was crouched by Robin's side.
"Are you alright?"
Robin slowly rolled over, groping his boxers. "I'm going to be," he said, pulling them up. He gasped in pain, quickly rolling back onto his stomach. "Sh-Shit…"
Drake took the shock box off his collar and then examined his neck. It was bruised and red. Drake took that off too, moving it away carefully. "I'll bring in my private doctor to examine you," he said, moving towards his desk. "There's no telling what kind of diseases my brother has." Drake set the collar and box down before grabbing his cell phone and flipping the lid. He pushed one of his speed dial numbers, placing it to his ear. There was a few seconds of silence. "Larson, there's two things I need you to do, in this order. Send out one of the sniper hunters to shoot and kill my brother before he leaves. Then, I need Dr. Talon sent up to my office."
"Yes, sir. May I ask why?"
Drake glared. "He raped Robin."
"…I will send zem out right away."
Without so much as a good-bye, Drake slapped the lid down before dropping it onto his desk. Returning to Robin's side, he carefully picked him up and moved him towards the empty space in between his desk and the beds. He set him down gently before removing his pants.
"I never should have left you alone with him," Drake said, angry at himself for being so stupid. He set Robin's blanket down on him after retrieving it.
"Now you care?"
Drake snorted, sitting down next to him. "I may not care about the ones downstairs, but it doesn't mean I don't care about something." He leaned back against his desk. "You're my special pet. I wouldn't want you getting hurt any time I feel like it. I only use pain if you do something wrong or bad. Other than that, I leave you be."
Robin lowered his head, closing his eyes. "Whatever."
A minute later, a tall, thin woman with long black hair and gray eyes behind a pair of glasses entered, a black bag in her hand. "What happened?" she asked, crouching in front of Robin. "Larson said he was raped."
"That's right," Drake replied. "I want him tested for every STD and rid of any pain he may have."
"Alright, let me check him out." Standing back up, Dr. Talon walked around to stand by Robin's rear. "Just hold still." Opening her bag, Dr. Talon pulled out sterile gloves and put them on. Grabbing his boxers, she pulled them down. Robin thought of something else while she pulled his cheeks apart. He flinched when she touched his slightly red hole. "I'm going to have to open it up to see the damage. Try to hold still." Robin only nodded. The doctor looked at Drake. "Grab some swabs, plastic tubes, and the cream from my bag."
Nodding, Drake grabbed her bag and pulled it towards him. While Dr. Talon tried opening Robin up gently, he grabbed the equipment and set it down. She asked for one of the cotton swabs on the long stick. He handed one to her. After telling Robin to just relax, she slowly pushed the swab into his rectum and gently moved it around. He hissed in pain. After pulling it out, Drake handed her a tube. She stuck the swab inside and then capped it. She took a few samples before applying the cream inside and out.
"I-Is it supposed to be cold?" Robin asked, clearly not liking the sensation.
"Yes, it means it's working," Dr. Talon said, grabbing her supplies and putting them away. "It will be healed in a day or two." She stood up, grabbing the tubes from Drake. "I wouldn't make him sit for a while. He needs rest. If any problems occur, let me know."
Drake nodded. "Thanks, Dr. Talon. Once you have the results, tell me."
Nodding, Dr. Talon left, closing the door carefully behind her. Robin sighed.
"She's nice."
Drake stood up. "Yeah. She's the only doctor I trust for you and me." Drake went over to Robin's bed, grabbed his pillow, and brought it to him. He carefully rolled over, wincing. "Don't move too much." Drake gave him his pillow before running his hand through his hair. "Thirsty?"
Robin grabbed his pillow, holding it as he rested his head down. "Water." Standing up, Drake went to his phone and picked it up. "Just because you are being nice to me, doesn't mean I have forgiven you for all the other crap."
"That's nice," Drake said sarcastically. He pushed speed dial. "I need a cold bottle of water." Drake snapped the phone shut and then sat down, grabbing the knife. "So he was going to stab me with this huh?" Sighing, he put it in his desk drawer. "Bastard." Robin didn't reply. Instead, he closed his eyes, feeling tired. A few minutes later and Danny walked in. "Give the water to Robin."
"Yes, boss." Danny crouched in front of him, placing the cold bottle of water by his head. "By the way, I saw Derrick by his car. He had a bullet in his head."
Drake snorted. "That's because I had him killed."
Danny ran his hand in between Robin's ears. "Oh." Robin growled lowly at him. Danny looked at him, smiling. "Hey, I'm not being a "big chicken" like you called me yesterday."
Jerking his head away from his hand, Robin closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
"Danny, get going," Drake said. Danny looked up at him. "My pet needs sleep."
Danny stood up straight and mock saluted. "Yes sir!"
Danny left, closing the door quietly behind him. Grabbing the blanket, Robin yanked it over his body and tried to sleep. Drake stared at him for a few seconds before grabbing a pen and getting to work.

Drake's cell phone rang the next afternoon. Robin was lying on his bed, his eyes half closed in exhaustion. He felt so drained. Drake flipped the lid and placed it to his ear.
"Yes? …Are you sure? …Where is he?" Robin turned his head slightly to see him. A look of disappointment was on Drake's face. "Okay, get Dr. Talon down there and make him as comfortable as possible. …Robin? He's right here. …No, after he rests for a while, Robin and I will be down there. Just keep a close eye on him and report to me every two hours. …Thanks."
Drake clapped the lid shut, setting the cell down gently. Robin slowly rolled over to sit up. "What's going on?"
Drake didn't look at him right away. Robin didn't like the look on his face when he did. "Your friend is dying."
It took Robin a few seconds for his brain to register. His mouth slowly fell open a bit, his eyes filling with anguish. Slowly lowering his gaze, he lifted his hands to his face, the claws growing out. After a few seconds, he clenched his hands into fists and squeezed his eyes tight, a growl emanating from his throat. Tears formed behind his eyelids.
"No… No, no, no, no, NO!"
Crying out in frustration, Robin started hitting and kicking the wall. Drake watched him.
"Dr. Talon is good at what she does," he said loudly over the noise. "She could very well save his life. He's being treated right now."
Robin hit the wall with the bottoms of his fists before placing them there and holding his head in between them. Tears streamed down his face. "I-It's all m-my…f-fault! H-He's dying b-because of m-me!" Clenching his eyes tightly, Robin hit the wall with his left fist. "It's not fair!"
"Life wasn't meant to be," Drake said. "Nothing anyone can do about it. Throwing a fit isn't going to help anything. Dr. Talon will do everything she can to save him. Besides, you heroes are stubborn."
Robin stared at the wall, his forehead resting against it. He took a deep breath and then let it out. "I want to see him."
"Later." The door opened. Danny came in with the mail. He set it on the desk before glancing at Robin. "Thank you, Danny."
Danny jumped. "Sorry boss. Need anything else?"
"No."
Danny left, closing the door gently behind him. Sniffing, Robin moved away from the wall and laid down, tears leaking out of his eyes. Drake stared at him for a few more seconds before looking at his mail. Every two hours he would get a call. Around five, he got a final call. Drake glanced at Robin, who had fallen asleep a while ago from emotional exhaustion.
"I will be down there in a couple of minutes." Drake clicked the lid shut on the phone. Setting it down, he walked onto his bed and crouched behind Robin. He gently shook his shoulder. "Robin, get up." Growling in his half-conscious sleep, Robin's eyes fluttered open. "Robin, I have news on your friend's condition."
With how softly Drake spoke, Robin knew the news was bad. He blinked. "He's not going to make it…is he?"
"…No." Fresh, stinging tears formed in Robin's eyes. "His pulse is very weak. Dr. Talon did all she could to save him. His heart is about to give out. I'm going to let you see him."
Sniffing, Robin slowly sat up and stood, his tail wrapping around his waist and his ears laying down flat. He nodded, queuing that he was ready. Drake headed for the door, Robin following behind him. They left and headed down the walkway to the front door. Noah was by the cage door, sitting against it. When he saw Robin, he turned to him.
"Where are you going?"
"Shut the fuck up, Noah," Drake snapped. Noah growled but said nothing. They soon reached the front door. A guard opened it and they stepped into the dim twilight. They headed through the compound, heading for a building with a red cross over the door. Entering, Drake went to the receptionist desk. "Beast Boy's room."
The woman checked her chart. "Room five."
"Thanks." He motioned for Robin to follow with his hand. They walked down a hall, walked past four doors, and stopped in front of a fifth one. Drake stood off to the side. "I'll wait out here for you."
Sniffing, Robin grasped the handle and pushed down on it. He opened the door and stepped in, gently closing it behind him. Under a large window that looked out into the forest that sat behind the buildings, Beast Boy was lying in a bed, an IV attached to his arm. The heart monitor showed that his pulse and heart beat were very low. Swallowing back a shaky sob, Robin walked to the edge of the bed and grabbed a chair. He sat down and stared at Beast Boy, whose eyes were closed.
"Hey, you awake?"
Beast Boy turned his head. He had trouble opening his eyes. A weak smile formed on his face when he saw it was Robin. "R-Robin, I-I'm sorry," he said, his voice very soft and quiet. "I-If only we hadn't…k-kicked you o-out b-because of th-that accident." Tears formed in his eyes. "I-I know I'm d-dying. I can f-feel my life slipping a…away. I-If only R-Raven were…h-here."
Beast Boy closed his eyes, unable to keep them open. Robin grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "I should be saying s-sorry to you." He sniffed. "I-I screwed up. This would never have h-happened if I hadn't b-been caught in Ivy's trap. I w-wouldn't have hurt you and this wouldn't have happened. It…I-It's all my f-fault."
"D-Don't…s-say that," Beast Boy said weakly. "I-It's no one's f-fault. It i-isn't. Y-You're a great…f-friend."
A sob escaped Robin at hearing that. He placed his head on the edge of the bed, holding Beast Boy's hand with both his own and squeezing it. His shoulders shook as he cried. He could feel death knocking on Beast Boy's door and there was nothing he could do to stop it from entering. His friend was going to die.
"I-I don't w-want you to d-die! Please don't die!" The heart monitor suddenly started beeping fast and sending a signal out into the hall. Drake stopped anyone from going in, telling them it would be useless. The heart monitor soon flat-lined, making Robin let out a loud cry of despair. Beast Boy's head turned to the side as the rest of his strength disappeared. "Beast Boy! I'm so sorry!"
As Robin continued to sob and cry, Drake turned to Dr. Talon. "I'm going to get Robin out. Then go in and take care of the body."
"Yes Drake."
Nodding, he entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. Robin was shaking as he cried. Drake stepped up beside him. "Dr. Talon is going to take care of his body. We're going to bury him with the other children that had to be euthanized. Just be glad he's not suffering anymore."
Robin willed himself to calm down enough to talk. "I-I want to b-bury him s-somewhere e-else."
"And where would you suggest?"
Lifting his head, Robin looked out the window, tears streaming down his face. He saw the forest beyond. "Out th-there." Robin sniffed. "He a-always loved n-nature. And I-I'll bury him m-myself."
Drake was quiet momentarily. "Someone will get you a shovel." It took Robin a while to release Beast Boy's lifeless hand. Drake motioned for Dr. Talon and nurses to enter. "My pet is going to bury him out there." He pointed out the window. "Bring him out."
"Yes Drake," Dr. Talon said.
While they took care of that, Robin and Drake walked out of the infirmary. Danny was there and saw the tears. He looked concerned.
"What's the matter?"
"Just go get a shovel, Dan," Drake said softly. "Come behind the infirmary. We'll be there."
Robin was making his way around the building. Danny glanced at him.
"Yes sir."
He ran off to get a shovel. Drake followed after Robin into the forest. Stopping in a clearing, Robin found a soft patch, crouched before it, and started using his hands to make a good-sized circle while he waited for the shovel. Danny soon arrived, handing Drake the shovel. He stepped up beside Robin, forcing the shovel's tip into one edge of the circle. Standing up, Robin moved behind it, held the handle with both hands, and then quickly jumped onto the edges that stuck out a few inches from the handle. The shovel sank into the ground. He repeated the process around the whole perimeter of the circle.
Dr. Talon and a few guards arrived as Robin started yanking dirt out of the ground. Two were carrying Beast Boy's dead body on a stretcher. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, Robin dug out his five-foot grave, getting dirt and grime on his body once he was inside the hole. After another ten minutes, he threw the shovel out and then jumped up, digging his claws into the dirt. He soon pulled himself up and out, standing. Everyone stepped away a few feet as Robin went to Beast Boy's body and picked him up. His limp body felt ten times heavier than normal, but with his new enhanced strength, Robin was able to hold him without worrying about dropping him. Turning back around, he walked to the edge of the grave. The wind picked up, blowing gently through his hair. Robin stared down at Beast Boy's peaceful-looking face, his expression blank and his eyes narrowed. His tears had stopped long ago.
"You will always be with me, my brother."
Slowly crouching, Robin carefully lowered Beast Boy into the hole, not wanting to just dump him in there. After putting him in a comfortable position, he stood up, grabbed the shovel, and then started filling the hole back up. Halfway done, the sun was disappearing, shrouding the clearing in post-twilight light. When Robin was almost finished, darkness ascended upon them. After patting the pack of dirt down, he stood up, dropped the shovel, and then stared down at the grave, his mind numb. Flashes of the past filled Robin's mind, showing everything he and Beast Boy had done since the Teen Titans formed.
Robin remembered the first day when the little green teen had met him, calling him 'sir' like an obnoxious toddler and annoying him to no end. He remembered the days when Beast Boy would train with him, attacking as large animals, such as a bear and a tiger. He remembered the night when Raven wouldn't admit she was afraid and Beast Boy had jumped on top of him in fright, holding on tight. He remembered the few summers they had where they would play volleyball and go swimming, Robin picking Beast Boy to be on his team every once in a while while Cyborg took Starfire. He also remembered the day he had returned and he and Beast Boy both knew what it was like to fly through the air without a care in the world. Robin remembered everything and he knew he always would. He locked those memories away, keeping them in a safe place so that when he felt sad or upset, he could go back and unlock them again.
For now and forever, Beast Boy and Robin would forever be as one, two brothers under the sun.
I will always love you, my brother, under the sun.

To Be Continued…

The last two lines are related to the song Brothers Under the Sun from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. Its a good, but sad-ish song
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