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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
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After running for hours, Robin finally stopped, panting heavily with his tongue hanging out. He gripped a tree trunk with his clawed hands, resting his forehead against it.
"Phew, that was close," he muttered. Tilting his head back, he took a deep breath and then grinned. "Like I said, can't catch this wolf!" Stepping away from the tree, Robin scratched the back of his head. "I can't go back there. Where to now?" Robin thought about it while kicking a rock with his toes. He stopped his next kick when it came to him. "Alaska! There are wolves there!" It was about time for a road trip, he decided. "I'll be appreciated there I think."
Deciding he would do this, Robin headed further into the forest. The best course to take was going through the Cascade Mountains in Oregon and Washington and heading on from there. Robin wouldn't stop unless he was really tired. If he kept going without rest, he'd be in Alaska in about two and a half weeks. Robin felt good about this. Besides, it would be nice to get away from what he had known for a few years and begin something new. Robin was looking forward to this trip.
Meanwhile, back beyond the bridge of Jump City, an off-road jeep was moving through the forest at a slow pace, as not to destroy anything or leave behind evidence that they had been through. It was supposed to rain soon, so tracks would be gone before anyone noticed. Smoke was coming out of the driver window. The man that had been smoking a cigarette before was driving it, a cig hanging out of the corner of his mouth while he held the steering wheel with his right hand. One of the men that had been chasing Robin was sitting next to him, checking a map in his lap and marking places with a pen.
"There are a few places he could go, sir. The closest place is the Cascade Mountains and then Canada. Though who knows, he may fancy Alaska or the North Pole."
The driver inhaled and then blew out the smoke from his nose. "The Cascade Mountains will be our first priority then."
"Yes sir."
The driver glanced at his tired companion. "Get some rest, Trip. We have a long voyage ahead."
Trip put his map away, ran his hand over his face, and then leaned back to sleep. He tilted his hat down to cover his eyes.
"Night sir."

Robin stretched and yawned as he walked through the forest in the dim moonlight. He licked his slightly bloody lips again, having just finished eating a juicy rabbit. His body was used to raw meat and fresh blood now. For another hour he walked on silently, his mind slowly building up the feeling of loneliness. His ears dipped and his shoulders slumped. Robin then sighed.
"What I wouldn't do for a friend right now…" he muttered.
Robin soon reached a clearing. The crescent moon shone down dimly, casting the area in shadows. The grass was thicker here. Suddenly, when he stepped down on a soft spot, several bugs flew into the air. Robin stopped and watched as they lit up. Looking around, he saw hundreds of fireflies fluttering around him. He soon felt his mood being lifted while they flew around him like a whirlwind. Lifting his hands as he held them together, one halfway on top of the other, a whole bunch landed on his fingers. A smile appeared on Robin's face. This was beyond beautiful. The fireflies soon started to leave, their lights dimming. Robin lowered his arms and watched them fly away. Feeling better, he continued on his way, heading for the mountains.
By one the next day, Robin made it to Berkeley, California. He was continuing north to Oregon before turning east toward Idaho. If he kept going without rest or distractions, he'd be across the Oregon border by tomorrow morning. He kept a close ear and eye out in case his shooters returned. As he walked down the street, a few people glanced at him, not sure if they saw him right. Robin tried his best to ignore them, but he felt worry grip him. Who knew if his change had been private or posted all over the world.
Growling lightly, Robin ignored a bunch of teenagers on skateboards as they moved past him from both sides. If any of them teased him… One kid got so distracted that he rode into a street sign. Robin glanced behind him to make sure he was alright. The teen got up, rubbing his head.
"I must be seeing things."
Robin quickly looked away, hearing him.
"Hurry up David!"
Robin turned into an alley and waited for a few minutes. That had been a very close one. Taking a deep breath, he glanced around the building before stepping out and heading further up the street. A few minutes later and a sign to the highway pointed him in the right direction. People bustled around, trying to get places. Most people were driving. Robin hoped they wouldn't see him, get distracted, and get into any accidents. He didn't want anything to be his fault. That was the downfall for not getting a full cure for his problem. Beast Boy had gotten hurt because of a mistake he had made. He never should have roughhoused with him.
Robin was now to the Exit. The forest trees had been mauled over to make way for more buildings along the road. Construction was going on, making the loud sound of machinery hurt his ears. He forced them down to drown at least some of it out. After a mile longer, Robin made it past the horrible noises and into the safety of the trees. He shook his head to get the buzzing out of his ears. The sound of cars driving by was dimming and Robin was more at peace then he had been.
"Dangnabit, another smelly human," a grumpy old male voice said out of nowhere. Robin stopped and looked to his right, seeing a badger ambling on through the grass. He stared at him with wide eyes. "They can never leave us woodland creatures alone. Them and all their racket and making those strange boxes with different colors. Can't stand them, can't stand them at all."
The badger passed in front of Robin. "Did you just talk?" he asked.
The badger stopped, jumping. He turned to Robin and noticed his ears. "You are a strange looking human. You don't exactly smell like one either."
Robin was really weirded out by this. "And you're still talking."
"Well of course I am. All animals can talk," the badger said. "Humans aren't the only ones. They're just too stubborn and close-minded to hear us. They just don't take the time to enjoy the nature Mother gave them. Not to mention they are ruining our land with their boxes and monsters lurking about."
Robin lowered himself onto his hands and knees, staring at the badger closely. "They're called buildings. And monsters? Don't you mean cars?"
The badger growled. "Or whatever humans call them." He sounded very grouchy. "Now please, tell me, what kind of human are ya?"
"The only kind there is," Robin said, sitting down like a canine.
"Then what do you call those things on top of yer head?" the badger asked, pushing up with his front paws to point at the ears with his nose.
Lifting his gaze, Robin lifted his hand, grabbed the tip of his right ear, and tugged on it. "Oh, well, I've had them so long I forget that they're really there." He looked back at the badger. "I should say I was a normal human, but then I was hit by some gas and got turned into a wolf. I managed to look human again but I still have the tail, ears, and fangs and claws of a wolf. I'm on my way to Alaska."
"You mean the snow-lands?" Robin nodded, his ears flopping. "I heard the humans are worse there. There are wolf killing activists all over the place. Cougars and birds are targeted as well. If I were you, I would go somewheres else." The badger shook his body before turning around and walking away. "Be careful out there, strange human."
Robin blinked while he watched the badger stalk away. He slowly stood up, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked discouraged. His tail wrapped tightly around his waist. Taking a deep, sighing breath, he turned and continued on his way. Elsewhere, twenty miles away, the jeep was parked in front of a restaurant. They were eating lunch inside at the counter. The leader was putting his cigarette out outside. Going back in, he joined Trip and his comrade.
"So I think we should stay on the major highway heading north," Trip said, drinking his coffee.
"He'll be sticking to the woods," the other man said. "At least that's what I would do." He turned to their boss. "What do you think, Clay?"
The man, Clay, put money on the counter. "If we stay on the highway, we'll stay ahead of him. He will be staying close to both the road and the trees. He will eventually go back to another town if he needs supplies. If he plans on going to the mountains, we can cut him off and ambush him." Clay stood up. "We're burning daylight. Let's go."
Trip left a tip, finished off his coffee and then followed Clay. "Hurry up Jesse."
The third man, Jesse, followed his comrades, saying good-bye to the waitress who had given him her number. Returning to the jeep, they got in and headed back for the highway.

The sound of steadily moving water resounded around a clearing with a creek that led into a river. Fish were swimming around, pecking at food on the rocks with their lips. Crouching by the edge, Robin watched a fish swimming close-by him, waiting for the right moment to catch it. Once it turned its back, he swiped at it with his claws. The fish was sent flying into the air. Landing, it flopped around helplessly, trying to go back to the creek. Going over to it, Robin stepped down on its tail. The slippery fish flew forward several feet. Growling, Robin walked over to it, reached down, and then picked it up with both clawed hands. The fish stared at him with a large, beady eye, its tail moving desperately. Moving one hand up towards its head, Robin squeezed the life out of it. The tail soon stopped and the fish was still. Crouching on the ground, he dropped it and used a claw to make a cut along its body. Blood gushed out, staining the grass. Once the fish was cut in half, he took out its guts and skeleton. Turning the skin inside-out, he bent it in half and began chewing at the meat.
Five minutes later and Robin was licking his lips. Crouching by the remaining pieces of the fish, he dug a hole and dumped the guts and bones in. He buried them before going to the creek and washing his hands and face. Robin then took a drink, cupping his hands to pick up the liquid. Once finished, he grabbed his backpack, placed it over his shoulders, and then continued on his way.
Robin scratched his right ear with fast, up and down movements of his hand. The feeling of loneliness was still there. He hadn't come across any other animals except birds and the fish. Not even a squirrel was scurrying up a tree.
'They're probably hiding from me because I look like a human.'
Deciding that maybe exercising would help get his mind off things, Robin tightened his backpack straps and bent his knees, his joints shifting into alignment. With a burst of inhuman speed, he ran through the thicket of trees. He weaved in and out to try and confuse anyone that was searching for him and then sometimes back tracked to make a new path. He no longer wanted to take chances with anyone. The wind whipped through his hair and against his face, helping to calm him. Once he was sure his path was distracting, he bolted in a straight, sometimes moving left and right, line.
Two hours later and Robin made it to the next town. He decided to move through quickly as not to attract attention. His plan came to an end when he heard sirens. Stopping, Robin looked over his shoulder and saw fire trucks and cop cars zooming down the street. Cars in front were quickly pulling over to allow them passage. They soon turned a corner and out of sight. Robin sniffed the air. The thick smell of smoke entered his nostrils, making him sneeze. Shaking his head, he ran down the street and turned the corner that the trucks and cars had turned onto.
Robin's eyes widened when he saw a tall, brick apartment building with licking flames and dark smoke clouds coming out of the windows. Firemen started coming out of the fire trucks, grabbed hoses, connected them to fire hydrants, and started to attack the flames with water. People were standing around, watching the disaster. Rescuers were forcing their way into the building to see if anyone was left behind. Robin's ears fell when he saw one carry out a little boy covered in black soot a few minutes later.
Robin shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers twitching. Growling lightly, he ran into an alley, set his backpack behind a dumpster to keep it hidden, and then ran at the wall in front of him. He jumped up, placed his foot against the brick, and pushed off. He made his way up by pushing against one building to the next and back again. Once to the top of the first building, he ran across more rooftops, heading for the burning building.
"Hey! Kid!" Robin glanced over and saw a cop staring at him. "Get down from there!" Ignoring him, Robin looked away and saw the next building, which was higher up and slightly farther away. Picking up speed, he ran to the edge and pushed off as hard as he could. "Holy-!"
Robin managed to make it to the next roof, unscathed. Some people were now watching him as he made it to the burning apartment building. Seeing an open window with heavy smoke coming out of it, he jumped and started to fall. He grabbed the window's ledge and pulled himself in, bracing his eyes against the smog. Landing on the floor, Robin looked around. The smoke was thick and the flames were worse inside than out. He sniffed the air, trying to locate any human scents. Coughing a few times, he crouched low and made his way out of the apartment he had landed in. Wood fixtures fell from the ceiling, crashing into the floor noisily. Robin walked out the door and entered the hallway. After looking in both directions, he peered over the staircase railing. The bottom floor was far down, possibly thirty stories. Coughing again, he lowered his body to the floor and started to crawl.
For the next ten minutes, Robin sniffed each room and was almost halfway down. So far, there hadn't been too strong of human scents around. He was now running down the next flight of stairs. His right arm suddenly crashed through a step, making him hit his chin on the next one down. He carefully pulled it out of the hole and looked through. Robin's eyes widened. The wood from the bottom of the step almost crashed right on top of a huddled mass. The scent of a baby entered his nose. Thinking quickly, Robin jumped over the railing and landed on the next one. He stepped over it and approached the blanket. With delicate care, he pulled it away and saw a baby inside, crying and wailing. The sound of creaking suddenly reached Robin's ears to his right. Looking up at the landing, he saw the flames burning away the railing. The staircase he was on suddenly plummeted down a few feet, making him fall. Without thinking twice, he wrapped the baby's face and then picked him up, attempting to go down the stairs quickly. The staircase plummeted again and the railing suddenly fell over the edge. Robin gripped the baby tight and turned around as he jumped down towards the railing. He landed with his knees bent. The floor gave way from the hard landing. Robin quickly jumped away before he could fall straight through and continued down the stairs.
More, louder creaking resounded around the burning building. Looking up, Robin saw the top of the building start to collapse. Not wanting to get caught in rubble, he jumped over the railing, falling straight for the bottom floor. He held the baby close to his chest as he rolled into a ball and awaited the impact. His body crashed painfully into the floor, making him growl. The baby wailed louder, hurting Robin's ears. Slowly rolling back onto his feet, he stumbled his way towards the front door. Something suddenly exploded behind him, the explosion forcing him out the flaming doorway. People were shouting as he lay on the wet concrete. Two firefighters ran over to help him and the baby. Robin handed him over as he began to stand.
"Christ kid, you scared the living hell out of everyone," the second firefighter said. "Are you alright?"
Robin coughed and shook his head, soot flying off his head and ears. "Yeah, I'm fine." His tail suddenly jerked around. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the tip on fire. "My tail's on fire though."
"I was going to ask you about that," the firefighter said. Licking his hand, Robin grabbed the tip of his tail and extinguished the flame. "Come with me."
A sense of overwhelming suddenly overcame Robin. The firefighter started walking towards the police. Without a second's hesitation, Robin turned and ran back towards the alley. He heard the firefighter and a policeman shouting after him. Going back into the alley, Robin picked up his backpack, slung it around his shoulders and ran farther in. He jumped onto a dumpster, leaped onto the dead end wall, and jumped down to the other side. Getting back up, he ran, heading for the highway.

"Looks like there was a horrendous fire in the city we just passed," Trip said, listing to the news on his headset. He listened in on more. "Looks like we're catching up."
Clay looked at him. "Meaning?"
Unplugging the headset from the radio jack, Trip turned up the volume.
"So you're saying a strange boy with ears and a tail came out with a baby in his arms?" the reporter asked.
"Yes, that's correct," a man said. "I'm a friend of a police officer in Medford, Oregon and he told me about some of the kids he's been arresting lately. A few days after capture, they were shipped off somewhere else. No one knows where. This kid was all alone and I was hoping he could tell me, but he bolted seconds after I headed toward a police officer."
Trip turned off the radio. "Let's hope no one finds out those kids have been getting kidnapped by bounty hunters and shipped by dirty cops."
"Which is why we're trying to catch the wolf kid," Clay said. "He's the first to be turned and more valuable."
"It sounds like he doesn't want people finding out about him though," Jesse said from the back seat. "Why else would he have run?"
Clay turned back to the road. "We'll know once we capture him."
Elsewhere, Robin sneezed, scaring birds out of a tree. There was so much soot in his nose that it made him sneeze every few minutes. He sighed, sounding congested.
"Stupid heroic instincts," he muttered. Robin was suddenly very tired. He hadn't slept in a few days. "Gotta find a well hidden shelter."
Taking a deep breath, Robin began his search.

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