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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
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Disclaimer: See chapter 2
Theories:
lilbit1016: Well I think it is because once Robin loses his memory he will be weak and Fenrir can take over Robin's body…or Fenrir really can't do anything about it…Fenrir is a God right? Hmmmm now you got me thinking buddy ;)
At ten minutes to midnight, Robin grabbed the camera in his mouth and headed back for the park. Employees at the restaurant had seen him during their breaks, but just assumed he was some mixed breed of dog. At one point, one had thrown him some French fries and leftover pieces of bun. Robin had kindly eaten it all, and because he was hungry. When he reached the outer wall, he entered the park the same way as before. Most of the above ground area was empty, except for some cleaners with brooms and trash bin picker-uppers. He made his way for the tunnel again, not too worried about being caught. Everyone was too tired or preoccupied with their tasks to really notice.
Reaching the tunnel minutes later, Robin stopped dead in his tracks. He gripped the camera hard with his teeth in annoyance. The tunnel was blocked off by a black, steel gate. He glared at it.
'Now what?' Robin thought.
"I will give you strength in your jaws, so you can break the lock," Fenrir said.
'What, you don't have the power to transport?'
"Not like this, no. If I was my physical form, then yes, I would be able to move from one place to the next without much thought."
So breaking and entering was the only way. Robin hated that. Getting his front paws on the door, he looked closer at the lock. It wasn't padlocked, as he had hoped it would be. Instead, it was a round keyhole that only a tiny key could fit in.
'Well, my teeth are out of the question. Maybe I can use a claw…'
"Just do not go breaking it."
Ignoring him, Robin lifted his left paw and tried inserting a claw into the tiny hole. It was too thick. Growling in anger, he attacked it with his paws. It made a loud clanging sound. He left deep scratches in the paint. In the distance, his back to them, a worker heard the sound and looked over. He saw something big in the dim lighting, attacking the tunnel gate. Taking a walkie-talkie off the back of his belt, the man held a button and spoke into it.
"Something big is trying to open the black gate that leads into the underground aquarium. I can't tell what it is from where I'm standing. I think its trying to get inside."
While he got instructions from the other person on the line, Robin landed back on all four paws and then started pacing, trying to think. Suddenly catching something with his eye, he stopped and looked over to the right. He saw the worker staring at him and talking into something in his hand. Having a bad feeling, Robin turned and started running. He had to find some other way to get to Chris.
Meanwhile, in a closed off area to non-employees, Chris was sitting in a chair with his mouth wide open. He had rows upon rows of shark teeth on top and bottom. A man was checking the back of his throat with a flashlight. As he breathed through his mouth, Chris's eyes began to water. Quickly turning his head away, he started hacking and coughing violently. The doctor sat back and lowered his light.
"He's going to need some rest. The chlorine in the water is causing lung and skin irritation. He also needs saltwater for his tank."
Chris's handler, who was behind the doctor, shook his head. "If we had the funding for it, then we would. Pouring in chlorine is just much cheaper."
The doctor looked at him sternly. "If Sharkboy continues living in unnatural water, he could get really sick. I am surprised he hasn't dropped dead yet with how long he's been here. Either give him saltwater for his tank, or you'll have to get rid of him."
Chris's handler was quiet for a while. Soon, he sighed. "I'll see what I can do about the saltwater."
"Good." The doctor stood up with his medical bag. "Give him at least a week to two weeks off before letting him back in the water. I'll provide you with antibiotics in the meantime."
"Thank you, doctor." The man left. Chris sniffed to suck the mucus back into his nose. His handler was glaring at him. "You just had to get sick, didn't you?"
Chris glared at him. "It's not my fault you people are idiots. How was I supposed to know just because I'm part shark that I have to live in saltwater, like a real shark?"
"Whatever." Chris began to stand. "Sit back down!" Chris flinched at the harsh voice. He sat back down in his chair, confused. "You stay in here until I come back. I have to call the director about this."
Chris's handler turned around and walked away. Chris followed him with his gaze until he was out of sight. Standing, he looked around for another way out. There were shelves upon shelves of cardboard boxes and crates. Finding a vent at the ceiling, he ran to the shelf below it and began to climb carefully. His shark tail stuck straight out behind him, attached right above his tailbone. He folded it down to align with his legs, so they wouldn't carry him backwards off the shelf. Reaching the vent, he hit it with the ball of his hand, but it didn't budge. Chris grit his teeth. Digging his fingernails into the side, he tried prying it down, but it was screwed in tight. Now what was he supposed to do?
A door opened in the distance. Looking back, he saw his handler's shadow. With a gasp, he tried to hide within the shelves, but the boxes were in the way. One was knocked to the floor. Rushing in, Chris's handler looked up and saw him knocking off more boxes.
"Chris, what the fuck?!"
Looking over from his crouched position, Chris swallowed. "I was just-"
Before the man could react, Chris quickly grabbed a heavy box and threw it. His handler's eyes widened before he dove to the side. Jumping from one shelf to the next, Chris knocked boxes off as he headed for the door. His handler rolled over onto his back, his elbows pushing him up, and looked up right as Chris sailed over him. Landing in a crouch on the floor, he began to run. Scrambling up, the handler chased after him.
"Chris, come back here!"
Chris ran through the storage unit to get to the exit. Reaching two flights of stairs, he rushed up them, his tail knocking into the wall and rail as he went. He tripped once but managed to continue. When he reached the door at the top, he shoved on the handle and opened the door with a hard shove. His handler was right behind him.
Meanwhile, Robin was running away from his own chasers. He had lost the camera a minute ago in his haste. Something loud caught his ear to the left. Glancing over, he saw two people running. The one in front had something protruding from its back. The one behind was catching up, having gained some speed. Robin's eyes widened when it tackled the one in front. He heard a muffled "get off me" from the one on the ground. Growling, Robin swiftly changed direction, surprising the workers that were after him.
Chris was rolled onto his back after his handler shoved him around by the shoulders. Lifting his fist, he brought it down against Chris's skull. He growled in pain. The handler punched him again, this time in the face. Blood flew from his mouth and he started to cough violently. His lungs were shearing in pain.
"That's what happens when you run while you're sick. What were you even trying to escape for?"
Chris slowly looked at him, glaring. "Because I kn-know what you're gonna do to m-me."
His handler frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Chris didn't get the time to answer. His handler was suddenly knocked off of him by something big. They rolled away from Chris twice before stopping. Looking over, he saw Robin standing over the man, growling in his face. He looked unable to move due to fear. Chris got to his knees right as Robin lifted his right paw.
"Robin, stop!" His swipe stopped halfway to the man's face, his claws just centimeters from his nose and eye. Robin continued to growl at him. "Get off him, Robin; NOW!"
The other workers had arrived, but stayed back, in fear of Robin hurting the handler if they tried to help. They were also wondering why Chris was yelling at him. After growling at the man's face, Robin slowly lowered his paw and stepped off him. He quickly scrambled away, letting out the long breath he had been holding. With a snort, Robin turned around and approached Chris. The workers took a few steps back.
Stopping next to him, Robin said, "Get on my back. We're getting out of here."
Chris examined his body for a moment. "You're kinda small…"
"Don't worry, I can handle it," Robin said.
"Okay…"
Slowly getting up, Chris turned and stepped his left leg over Robin's back. He then sat down, leaned forward, and wrapped his arms around his fluffy neck. Once he stopped moving, Robin turned and started running for the entrance of the park. The workers got out-of-the-way when he ran right for them. Chris's handler got to his feet and glared after them.
"I'm so going to lose my job over this."
Fenrir snorted in Robin's head, having heard him somehow. Robin didn't care what he was irritated about. All he wanted was for Chris to be free.

Instead of going to that city's police department, Robin ran all the way out-of-town and onto the freeway. The next one was only fifty miles away. When they were four miles away from the park, Robin slowed to a walk. He soon stopped and Chris got down.
"I'm sorry I got you into this mess."
Chris looked down at him. "Just because you were ambushed, doesn't make this your fault. You had no control over that villain. You couldn't possibly have known this would happen. I'm sure everyone else feels the same way. I don't blame you for what I've been through when I was forced to do those tiring tricks for peoples' amusement. It was their fault, not yours."
Robin didn't feel like arguing with him. Without a word, he started walking again, Chris following. They walked on for a few hours. Chris's eyes kept drooping every few minutes. He was also coughing quite a bit. Robin wished there was something he could do to help him.
"Why are you coughing like that so much?"
Chris sniffed. "The doctor said it had something to do with the chlorine they put in the aquariums. I have lung and skin irritation from it. He said to Brent that I needed up to two weeks of rest and to replace the chlorine water with saltwater. Brent said he would see about getting the saltwater thing arranged, but I knew that was a lie."
Robin turned his head to look at him. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I know exactly what happens to those that can't work anymore due to illness or injury. I have heard from the other marine animals that some of their friends were killed for that. When word got out about it, the park people lied by giving false autopsy reports. Animals never lie, so I knew their words were true. That death trap needs to be shut down and those animals need to go where humans actually care about them or back to the ocean, where they belong."
Robin hoped that wasn't true for Chris. He was, after all, human. Then why didn't he believe it? For the rest of the night they walked on and on towards the next city. Chris was getting really tired now and his coughing had gotten worse. Stopping, Robin told him to get on his back again, so they could run the rest of the way. Chris did, falling asleep almost instantly. After half an hour of running, he entered the off-ramp and headed into the city. It was smaller than the last. Instead of going to the police station, he followed the sign to the hospital. The bright lights once he neared the entrance blasted Chris in the face, making him jolt awake. Looking up, he saw the hospital glass doors up ahead.
"I thought w-we were going to the police department."
Robin jumped through the glass doors, shoving them open. Chris held on for dear life when he bounced threateningly. As Robin entered the lobby, people in waiting looked up in surprise. He snarled to get someone's attention. Chris got down, swaying on his tired feet. He held the edge of the receptionist desk, suddenly looking deathly ill. The nurse behind the desk looked at him in concern.
"What's wrong?"
Chris wasn't able to answer. Turning sideways, he vomited half-digested, dead fish. Fenrir gave off a sound of disgust.
"Let's get out of here."
Robin nudged Chris's leg with his head. "I'm going to get going." Chris turned to him. "Make sure you tell them you need to speak to police. Tell them everything you know about that park and then mention that you need to speak to Bruce Wayne. He'll be able to help you the rest of the way."
"Okay. And thank you."
Robin nodded. "Good luck."
Turning towards the front door, Robin ran before security could arrive. Chris stared after him as a doctor and nurse came rushing toward him.
"Good luck to you too."
Robin rushed out of the city, to find the next kid that desperately needed him.

"How many more do we have left now?"
After another two months since Robin saved Chris, he and Fenrir had rescued twelve more children. They were dropping off their thirteenth—a spotted hyena girl that was in training to help the military track for landmines—in Arkansas.
"Lacy, when we reach the police, tell them you must speak to Bruce Wayne," Robin said as they walked towards the town. "He's helping you and everyone else that were sold by Drake." Lacy hadn't spoken since she was rescued. She had her arms wrapped tightly around her. Robin kept glancing back at her. Thinking of something, he stopped and stood in front of her. Lacy almost tripped over him. "Lacy, can you understand me?" She didn't move her lips at all. Maybe she was mute? "Lacy, nod your head if you can hear me." She didn't. Robin's ears slowly fell. "You're deaf and mute, aren't you?"
When she still didn't answer, Robin turned to a bare batch of desert and dug his claw into the rock to make words. He wrote deaf and mute with a question mark. Lacy stared at them for a moment before giving a nod. Robin sighed. This one was going to be hard. She couldn't hear him tell her that she needed to speak to Bruce Wayne. So Robin wrote it in the ground: "Tell police to talk to Bruce Wayne. He'll help you." Lacy read it and then gave a nod. With his own nod, Robin turned and they started walking again.
After dropping her off outside the police department, Robin was off again. Fenrir gave an exasperated sigh. "I am getting really annoyed with this rescue operation. Why could you not have let the others do it?"
Robin frowned. "What others?"
"That Drake guy and his little brother Danny."
"They weren't brothers, just friends." Robin suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at the ground. "How do I know that?"
"Hm?"
Closing his eyes tight, Robin tried picturing Drake and Danny, but all he saw was blurred images. He growled in anger. Every single day he seemed to be forgetting things. He was lucky to still remember Bruce Wayne. Robin's eyes flashed open and then he slowly looked to the sky.
"Bruce?"
Panic filled Robin's heart. He had heard that name, but he couldn't picture him. He seemed very important too. So why couldn't Robin remember what he looked like?
"Bruce Wayne is the man that adopted you," Fenrir told him. "I only know this because while integrating my soul with yours, I have been seeing flashes of your past. You two had a fight, and so you left him to go to some place called Jump City. Does that ring any bells?"
Robin blinked a few times. It did sound familiar. Forcefully sitting down, Robin lowered his head and sighed. "I remember Starfire's flowing red hair, Raven's pale face, Cyborg's mechanical eye, and…" Robin trailed off. He couldn't produce a name to go with the final person. "A kid with green skin and hair."
"You are thinking of Beast Boy."
Robin frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Fenrir didn't elaborate any further. He knew of one very important fact regarding Beast Boy, but he wasn't going to tell Robin. "Let's keep going; we are wasting precious time. And would it kill you to get something to eat? You have not had a single bite in five weeks."
Robin felt like Fenrir was hiding something from him, but he didn't know what. Standing back up, he continued walking, heading east for Tennessee.

To Be Continued…
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