New Recruit | Robin X Reader Fanfiction

Broken and Dead

Over the next few days, (Y/N) had been on the road, sleeping, eating, and drinking only when necessary. She had been constantly battling with herself, and the new side to herself, which wanted to be called Typhoon. (Quick A/N, if you have seen/played Undertale, think of it like Frisk and Chara. Or, if you watch VenturianTale, think of it like Johnny Ghost and Jimmy Casket) Typhoon desperately needed to smell the blood of her victims. She just needed someone to murder. (Y/N), on the other hand, wanted to be together with the Titans once again. But, Typhoon's determination was too strong.

●□▪ TRIGGER WARNING. ANYONE WHO IS SENSITIVE TO MENTION OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT STUFF, SKIP THIS NEXT PART. THANK YOU.▪□●

While (Y/N) was battling herself, Raven had problems of her own. She suffered depression. Everyone around her tried to help, but to no avail. Nobody knew that it was as bad as it was. She didn't eat, drink or sleep. She was broken.

Raven's PoV

Another day of being a waste of oxygen. I could have helped. I could have saved her. I'm just a useless nobody. I walked into the bathroom. Yeah, you heard me right. I walked. I don't bother using my powers anymore. Anyway, I began searching through the cabinets. That's when I found it. The blade. One time wouldn't hurt, right? It's not like anyone cares. I locked the door, and sat on the ground, staring at the shiny, metallic surface. I picked it up, and cut through my skin. It went through like scissors cutting paper. The only downside was that there was blood everywhere. I cleaned it quickly, and cleaned the blade, putting it back.

Days went by. More cuts were made, and more blood was drawn. Reports were cast to televisions around the city about recent murders in the area. The only evidence was that the person who was doing this drew a large 'T' in blood. No fingerprints, weapons, or even bodies were found. Maybe they'll take me next... (MAYBE I'M FORESHADOWING OR MAYBE I'M NOT, I HAVEN'T DECIDED YET.)

(Y/N)'s PoV

I watched from the back of my mind as Typhoon licked the blood if our last victim off our fingers. It tasted disgusting, although I was beginning to get used to it. Our last victim? Dr. Light. Even he didn't deserve to die. The area was beginning to crumble. The Titans no longer saved people, as far as I knew. I have heard that my brother is looking for me. I know what you're thinking. Isn't he dead? Well, no. Dr. Zure revived him. We killed him too, actually. I don't want him to find me, though. Typhoon will kill him too, and I don't want him to die too. I'm so scared. People are hiding. Hiding from me. This brings back too many memories. Too many feelings I want to forget. I just hope that the Titans are okay...