What?

Chapter Thirteen

Slade was right. I did recover in a day's worth of time. The next morning, I woke up, stretched and felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders when in reality it was only an illness that had vanished from my system. I take that back. An intentionally inflicted illness had almost vanished from my system. I still had slight headaches and my throat still sometimes gave out raspy tones in my voice.

I had the opportunity to take a hot shower too, which was very refreshing. Getting out of bed was just what I needed. Slade hadn't come in for the rest of the day yesterday. Only Wintergreen had come in with small meals for my stomach to try to handle. I slept on and off because the pills that I did manage to take made me extremely sleepy. Most of my sleep was dreamless, but some were troubling...

I dreamed I was doing simulations with Cyborg. We were kicking butt and hitting some impressively high scores. Eventually, we hit the maximum level. Cyborg showed off a little, but gave an impressive 56 second time. My turn came. I started off in a run. Walls jetted out of the ground. Using my bo-staff as a pole vault, I gracefully landed on the other side of the walls. Enemies fired at me, but I blew apart their guns with a couple freeze disks and some well aimed kicks. I gave a time of 42 seconds.

"Robin, awesome run!" Cyborg shouted at me as I came closer.

"Thanks," I said.

He then looked at me as though he was confused and said, "Are we ever going to do this again?"

I raised a brow, but then the place melted and I found myself waking up inside my room... the door locked and keeping me from freedom. I found myself asleep again soon. I was playing a video game with Beast Boy and, surprisingly, he was beating me. I turned at all the right places, but he ended up thrashing me at the end. Laughing in glee, he did a victory dance along with enjoying the look of shock on my face.

"What's the matter? Surprised that I can measure up to some of your quick reflexes?" he asked smirking.

"Another game, come on B," I asked back.

"You're on!" The green teenager restarted the game and we played. As we came to an obstacle infested area, Beast Boy spoke, "Robin, why'd you give up being our leader?"

I looked at him, shocked again and...sad. Then I woke up. In the third dream, Raven and I had gone to the public library. She had been fed up with Cyborg and Beast Boy arguing over what pizza toppings to order for the 'upteenth' time. I went with her. I could see why Raven enjoyed the public library. Peace and quiet; that was what she liked. Personally, I had gone to pick up some new reading material...and some old newspapers.

Walking down the rows of books, I found a couple of the Hardy Boys that I had yet to read. I caught a glimpse of Raven looking through a bunch of ghost stories too. I loved mysteries and stories about catching the criminal. After picking up the Artemis Fowl series, I walked over to old newspapers and started searching. For about fifteen minutes, I searched when I realized I didn't know why I was looking or even what I was looking for.

"Ready to go?" Raven's monotone came from behind me. Turning around, I saw in her hands two books, 'Wait Till Helen Comes; A Ghost Story' and 'Look for Me by Moonlight', both by the same author. Raven does love mystical stuff.

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know why I was over here though," I responded.

"Is finding Slade that much of an addiction..." I raised a brow, "That you don't even realize you're doing it anymore?"

The third dream ended. I found myself drifting off and I found for the fourth and final time that evening that I'd have a dream. I opened the door to the roof of the tower and found the one person that I could always count on to be looking out at the sunset. I walked over and sat down next to her. Her hair glowed a bright red in the sunlight. Against the painting that was the sky and with her golden skin, she looked beautiful. Then again, she always was...at least to me anyway. Her green eyes focused down at her feet.