Robin looked up worriedly, sweat dripping down the side of his face.
They couldn't be gone forever. Forever was just too long for Robin. He knew he had lost. He wanted to win, not later, not never, he wanted the sweet taste of victory now.
Robin ran around, tracing his footsteps over and over again. Where was the exit supposed to have been? He had come in from the entrance, but somehow it was nowhere in sight.
Robin paced back and forth, trying to hatch a plan from scratch. He couldn't think with the thought of the Titans' possibility of passing... He couldn't handle the thought of Starfire's passing...
He rubbed his neck nervously, panting heavily. He searched through his utility belt, throwing everything out, all until his eyes narrowed on something.
His mask showed anger, and fear, but that was nothing close to what he was feeling. Confusion, that's what. It filled his mind with questions unanswered.
Had he forgotten what this was already? Was the Titans' passing effecting him so suddenly?
The bright yellow colour seemed to pull him in. It was tempting to bring back memories...but none would flow back to Robin like he had hoped.
He gripped it tightly and stashed it back into his now empty utility belt.
He knew he would remember what it was soon enough. Soon enough he could use it as a clue.
He knelt down on one knee and retrieved his items. Not all, just some, about 3 or 4 of each. He used one of his explosive discs and broke his way out, finding the city buried under the debris of rubble.
He dug himself out, gasping for clean air, but there was hardly any left. His time had run out, or so everyone else thought.
But he knew, his time had just begun.
The world had been under distress for who knows how long. Exactly how many years had he been stuck underground?
It seemed like forever, but it could've been seconds, minutes, hours, and millenniums! He didn't seem any older than he was before the incident, yet at the same time, he didn't seem to appear to be any younger anyways.
He ran above the debris, trying to stay atop of all the debris, but he sank in every now and then. The debris acted as some radioactive quicksand. It kept pulling him in and it was also releasing dangerous radiation into the air, allowing him to inhale and take in the radiation.
He saw a bright light at what seemed to be the end, or a portal as he saw it. He quickly pulled himself out of the debris and started to run wildly like never before. It was like a cat who had finally found a mouse to capture.
As he ran closer and closer, the portal seemed to disappear farther and farther. He saw the portal, so close yet so distant. He took one more step but he dramatically tripped over his other foot and fell face first into the debris.
He reached his hand out for the portal as it tempted him entry. He lifted his head up as he finally felt as the portal was nearing him. He reached his finger as far as he could. The tip of his finger could already taste victory.
But his body had a different taste.
A taste of defeat.