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Mother Nature 2: The Rescue	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 1932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or its characters. I make no profit on this. OCs belong to me, obviously

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Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or its characters. I don't make any money from this fan fic. The concepts and plot are mine, which includes Robin's simple wolf design. Any OCs also belong to me
Okay, so, sequel time! I decided not to put anything on chapter 1 because I wanted to keep it strictly storytelling. So you get it here instead! So, chapter 1; interesting enough for you? It's quite obvious what's happening to Robin. Could he truly forget his human life in the near future? Perhaps, perhaps not. In case you didn't catch it/get it, Robin was trying very hard to remember his parents dying, but can't. That memory is almost completely faded. Why? Because of what the demon said. The longer Robin is connected with him, the more he loses his former self. So, what does that mean? Whelp, you're going to have to read to find that out ;)
For now, updates will be once a week and a half. So chapter 3 will be posted, not next Friday, but the Wednesday after (so the 23rd) But, since I worked on this in advance—by the time chapter 1 was posted last week, I had finished 10 chapters—it may go to an update every 3-4 days rather than 7. Why? Because there's also a sequel to this one and both stories will be pretty long in total. I wager it would take like 4-5 months to finish both if I posted one chapter a week. So to keep people from getting bored, updates will get more frequent later, unless something happens. I'll try not to fall behind on my writing!
Anyway, enjoy!
SladinForever

After another week, Robin was in a Texas desert close to a freeway, just one hundred miles from the water park. To cut down the time it would take if he walked, he was running at his highest speed. Dust and gravel flew up and hovered behind him as his paws pressed into the rock. Fenrir had been very quiet recently, which was a blessing. He always talked about things Robin didn't care about.
"Should you be saving your strength?"
Well, so much for peace and quiet. Slowing down, Robin began to walk. "I was going to be just fine. Now you've ruined my concentration."
"Do not bark at me, pup."
Robin growled. "Then leave me alone."
For the rest of his traveling, Robin walked. After three and a quarter hours, he was nearing the city with the water park. He jogged the rest of the way, paying attention to the freeway signs along the edge of the road. On the Attractions sign, there was an amusement park logo and the water park's logo. There was a flier in the corner by the water park info. Ignoring any stares from people as he looked up, Robin read the flier.
There was a lineless vector of the park's logo at the top, similar to the Disney castle logo, what appeared to be a tank full of water, and a male figure with the tail and head of a shark. In the corner with a star burst behind it had the words "Come and See the AMAZING Sharkboy Today!" in bold letters. In smaller words under it, it read: You can feed him for an extra fifteen dollars! Robin glared at the flier.
"I cannot wait to see the admission price," Fenrir exclaimed with a laugh.
Robin snorted as he turned away and headed into the city. As best as possible, he stayed close to back streets and alleyways to avoid being seen. If he had to get through crosswalks, he did so at a run. Sometimes cars honked at him when he began crossing as their green light came on. Robin growled in annoyance, hating how impatient humans were.
"You know, this would all be easier if you just blew the city up."
Passing a sign that told him how much further he was from the park, Robin rolled his eyes. Fenrir seriously got on his nerves when he talked about violence to innocent people. The only people that deserved to be hurt were the bad guys. After half an hour of walking, Robin finally made it to the water park. People were entering it from all over. Right inside were the ticket booths. Banners and signs were laid out around the outer walls. Robin sat down where he was and watched for a minute, trying to think of his best bet when entering. It would be too difficult to slip inside without alerting security. This was a conundrum.
"This is going to be even harder than I thought."
"Try going around the entire park. It will be a pain, but there might be a side or back way inside."
Robin had to agree with him this time. Standing back up, he turned left and started running. He crossed the street and parking lots, weaving in and out of vehicles to stay hidden. He had a few close calls with people either returning or leaving their cars. One loud honk as a jeep was unlocked had scared a few fleas off his back. He soon reached the wall and made his way around the park. For a few minutes he jogged, not having any luck yet for an entrance. Suddenly, something slammed, making him skid to a stop and press himself to the wall. He cautiously inched his way around, keeping his ears alert and trying to stay as silent as possible.
After half a minute, Robin found a steel door with metal slits in it. He faintly heard the sound of male voices walking away. Facing the wall while standing to the left of the door, Robin got his front paws on the handle and pulled down. There was a thud, but the door didn't open. He glared at it. How was he going to get through a locked door without alerting anyone? He dropped down and stepped back.
"How should I proceed?"
"Hmmm…either wait for another person to come out or jump over the wall." Robin looked up to see how far away the top was. It didn't look too hard to reach. "I can give you some strength in your paws while you run."
Nodding, Robin turned, ran off about twenty feet, and then turned back around. With a deep breath, he ran back towards the wall. Fenrir gave him some strength as he got closer. When he was just feet away, Robin got his front paws on the wall and then began to run up it. Blue sparks flew from his paws. He slowed when he was half a foot from the top, but managed to get himself onto the edge. He steadied himself, made sure no one had seen or was watching, and then dropped down. Right as he landed, he turned left and ran for cover. He hid behind a stand that was selling merchandise, such as baseball caps with the water park's logo and name on it, foam fingers with the names of sea creatures on them, maps of the park, and pamphlets for the tourist attractions. There were also large posters of the flier from the freeway.
"We cannot hide forever."
"I know," Robin said quietly. "I'm going to try and take a map."
Robin peered around the booth and saw a person looking at stuff. As he pulled a map out, another fell by his feet. Robin quickly snatched it with his paw and pulled it back. Quickly picking it up in his mouth, he ran around the booth and took off. When he was alone and hiding again, he dropped the map and began to open it with his front paws. It was a pain, but he got it. There were pathways and labels of where everything was. The booth where he got the map was marked with a star that said You Are Here. Robin quickly examined the map, trying to find a sign for Sharkboy. When he couldn't find it on the top part, he looked below and saw another section of the park. Apparently there was an underground section. It didn't take him long to find a vector image of a shark's head resting on what he assumed was a tank. Well, it made sense to put a sea creature in a tank of water, now, wasn't it?
"Okay, I have to get to the center of the park and go down into a tunnel that leads to an aquarium."
"It is too bad that you do not have clothes so you can transform into a human. It would look weird for a naked human to be running around."
"I'll have to sneak in then."
Leaving the map behind, Robin headed for the center of the park at a run. He continued to stay around booths and within very large groups of people to stay hidden. After a few minutes, he reached the tunnel and peered inside. People were walking through ticket booth barriers after flashing their tickets. When things were a little more clear, he darted in, pressed himself to a security box, and then slunk around it, went under the barrier, and was in. Luckily it was dark in the underground. Robin stuck to the shadows as he made his way through. If people came around corners, he would swiftly vanish from sight until the coast was clear.
Robin had been searching for Sharkboy for several minutes, but hadn't found his tank anywhere. He was about to go back out and go to where the killer whale show was, in case he was performing, when a group of kids sounded excited. Robin followed their voices and soon found them in front of a large tank that was about thirty feet high. He stayed away from the water's glow, while still maintaining close proximity to the kids, without anyone seeing him. There was a loud rush of water after something big dove into the tank. It vanished for a moment before returning. Robin blinked at what he was seeing.
A nineteen year old boy was swimming in the water, managing to breathe just fine. What was weird about him was his legs and waist were replaced by the back half of a shark. He did tons of different tricks, like flips and rolls, for the children, who looked on in amazement. Robin didn't need a sign to tell him that this was Sharkboy, aka Chris. He was fairly thin and, unless one looked close enough, had semi-dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, probably from any chemicals that were in the water to keep the tank clean. Robin's ears fell down and then back when he could sense Chris's weak and painful aura. He was in this mess because of him.
After a few minutes, Chris waved good-bye to the kids, spiraled around so his tail was to them, and then skyrocketed towards the top of the tank. He vanished from sight, making the children groan and whine.
"Wait Sharkboy! Come back!"
"Don't go!"
When Chris didn't return, the kids departed. Soon, the arena was empty and Robin was alone. Making sure no one was coming, he came out of hiding and moved to the tank. Straining his ears, he heard muffled sounds near the top of the tank. Robin tried to see all the way to the top, but he couldn't press his head any further into the glass.
"I need my ears enhanced. Can you do that?" Robin whispered.
"Yes, give me three seconds."
Robin waited. After four seconds, sound was louder in his ears. He heard an angry male voice practically yelling.
"Chris, I don't give a flying fuck how tired you are. Go back in there and entertain those stupid kids."
"Brent, come on! I've been doing stupid tricks all day. I didn't even get my breakfast because your feeders forgot about me. Again!"
Chris's handler sighed. "Jesus, fine. I'll try and get people that paid extra to give you food over here asap. Just get back in the water and practice your routines."
The sound of footsteps walking away reached Robin's ears for a moment and then all was silent. His ear hearing capacity returned to normal. He stepped back away from the tank and sat down, waiting. After a few more seconds, he heard a splash and then saw Chris coming down. Robin blinked in interest when he saw his shark tail move down and mold itself with his legs.
"So on dry land, he walks around like a person with a shark tail. But when he is in the water-"
"I get it," Robin interrupted quietly. He watched Chris swim slowly towards the bottom of the tank. When he was feet away, he pulled his shark tail forward and then sat down. Leaning all the way forward, he wrapped his arms tight around his stomach and sighed, not noticing Robin yet. Getting back up, he moved a bit closer to the glass. "Chris?"
Hearing the sudden voice, Chris forced himself backwards in fright. When he saw Robin staring at him, he swallowed to calm down. "Who are you? And how can I understand you?"
"My name's Robin. And animals can understand each other just fine."
"But I'm only half."
Robin shook his head. "That doesn't matter. All animals have a sixth sense, humans' are just very weak, so they can't understand me."
Chris stared at him silently for a few seconds before moving towards the glass. "How were you able to find me? Why did you find me? I feel like you are here for a reason."
Robin gave a short nod. "I've been traveling for a long time now. I'm searching for all the anthros that your seller sold off to people. You're the twenty-third one I've found. Am I right in believing you're being mistreated?"
Chris's eyes suddenly turned sullen. "Yeah, you could say that. I've heard stories that a lot of the marine life aren't treated right here. But why do you, of all people, want to help me anyway? Why is it your responsibility? And how do you know about the guy that turned me into this?"
Robin slowly looked down at the floor. "Do you have family, Chris?"
"I do. But its really messed up. My mom dates the wrong guys." Chris paused. "The…last one she dated drugged me and gave me away to the man that sold me off. I worry he's hurting her."
Robin's eyes clenched tightly shut. His heart ached for Chris and his mother. Slowly looking back up, he gave him an apologetic look. "All of this happened to you because of me."
Chris's eyes widened in surprise. "What? But how?"
Robin sighed. "I'm actually human, but I was turned into this. I was a hero and an old enemy of mine had thrown this poison gas at me and I passed out. When I came around, I was a wolf. I walked around the city I lived in for a while until someone found me and took me home. They managed to cure me halfway. I returned to my home, hurt one of my friends, and was kicked out. After being on the streets for two weeks, these two men were chasing me with guns. They were trying to catch me for a reward. I escaped them, but they kept coming after me."
Robin finally looked up at Chris and relayed all that he could remember from that time. Chris listened intently the entire time, different emotions crossing his face a lot.
"I threatened Drake until he told me where his books were. When I found them, I memorized the locations of everyone still in America and Mexico and left on my own to find them. You were next on my list to save. I'm glad I was able to get here as quickly as I did. I myself heard rumors about this place years ago, but they were able to cover their tracks every time they were accused of mistreatment. Now I know that those rumors are true. You don't look so good and from what I heard just now, I know my hunch was accurate. How long has it been since the feeders fed you?"
Chris had turned away a few minutes earlier, moving around like he was pacing. "The last I ate was yesterday at three. Most of the time, they give me long since dead fish, which doesn't sit well with my stomach." He swam back to the glass. "So you're really going to save me?"
Robin nodded. "I made a promise that I would rescue all of you. I'm not leaving here until you're beyond the park's walls. Then you can go to law enforcement and tell them the truth about this place."
Chris nodded. "I'd be happy to do that. But what then? Do you think they'd help me find my mom?"
"I will tell you what you need to do once we're far from here," Robin answered. "I think it would be best to wait until the park closes tonight."
Sighing, Chris turned and started pacing again. The room was quiet except for a few muffled voices in the distance. Robin sat back down and watched Chris swim around slowly. He suddenly stopped a few seconds later, folding his arms over his chest.
"…Why does this world suck so much?" He turned back around. "Did you know, that in some countries, people take shark fins for Shark Fin soup, and then dump the sharks back into the water, to die in agony? Apparently it's an expensive cuisine or some shit." Robin didn't answer. "Why do humans think they can just destroy whatever the hell they please? Why don't they realize animals can feel like they feel, know what they know? Elephants never forget the things they see, and yet they're poached for their tusks because of its value. They are amazing creatures. So why do humans want to take that away? I am ashamed that I am a part of this stupid species because of what they do to you and me. Why can't they just leave us all the hell alone?"
Robin was silent for a long time. Slowly, his eyes cast down. He couldn't give Chris an answer to his questions. How did one explain the reason humans do what they do? Robin sighed.
"I don't know…"
The two went silent. After a while, they heard a muffled voice. Chris sighed.
"My handler's calling. The park closes at midnight, so return then. By about one, we should be able to get out. Just return to this tank and I'll come down."
Robin gave a nod. Turning, Chris swam away and out of sight. Turning back the way he entered, Robin headed back towards the entrance of the tunnel. He snuck back out and walked around the park, to see the rest of the attractions. He walked around for a long time in silence. Fenrir soon spoke to him.
"You should get evidence of the park's cruelty. You should go and steal a camera."
Robin didn't want to steal something so important to someone, but he knew it was a smart idea. Chris would be able to give it to the police when he was free. So for the next hour, he made his way through the crowds, keeping his eyes open for a loose camera. He soon found one dangling from a backpack. Slinking his way to it, he reached up with his mouth, grabbed it carefully, and then yanked the cord free. Before the owner could turn around to see what had happened, Robin merged back with the crowd. For now, he decided to leave the park, take a rest close-by, and then return before closing.
Ten minutes later and Robin sat down at the side alley of a fast food restaurant. He set the camera to his right and then waited quietly. Something was nagging at the back of his mind the longer he sat still. He kept thinking back to the week before, when Fenrir spoke of the gods to him. Robin still wasn't convinced on what he said about falling asleep. Every once in a while, he tried remembering that night, but it was all a blur now. It was frustrating to say the least.
"Stop thinking so hard."
Robin shook his head, his ears flopping. "I just want to remember."
Inside Robin's head, where Fenrir's spiritual wolf form stayed, he looked off to the side, his eyes narrowed. "…You still remember your friends, do you not?"
Robin stared at the ground with a solemn look. He remembered his teammates' names and their faces—though the rest of them was faded—but that was about it. He vaguely remembered some of their adventures, as well as an individual journey. Robin strained to see flashbacks of that time, but they were quick and blurry. He remembered fighting some cement block thing, finding a tracker, and then grinning about it. There had been something flashing on the blinker too, but he couldn't make out its shape. Then there was an explosion, but the rest wasn't there. He did remember attacking his friends on some rooftop and hearing a voice in his ear, but it was too quiet to make out. But he knew there was someone on the other side, he just couldn't remember them. At all. This is what really angered Robin. He wanted to know who he was forgetting! If he figured that out, he would think about them every single day, so he wouldn't forget again, just like he hadn't forgotten his friends' names: Starfire, Cyborg, Raven, Beast Boy.
"Will you help me remember?"
Fenrir didn't answer. Sighing, Robin laid down and closed his eyes, resting for the rest of the day.

To Be Continued…

Have any of you guessed the reason behind Fenrir's lack of help yet? Give me your theories and I'll add them to an author note at the beginning of chapter 3
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