Traumatised

Breaking Point

A/N This chapter contains themes of suicide and self-harm. Please read at your own discretion.

Robin took a deep breath; the important thing was to act normal.

It had been several hours since Wally had come to say goodbye, he told the younger that he was pretty sure he was clear from the effects of secondary drowning, but if he experienced any shortness of breath or lightheadedness, he needed to seek help immediately.

Robin had nodded, knowing it was best to just agree, even though he was perfectly aware of what the symptoms looked like and how to treat them.

When the red-head was gone, Robin had changed into his running clothes and set about doing his usual routine. He knew Wally would follow through on his threat. Maybe if he acted normal, pretended everything was fine, Bruce would think Wally was being paranoid. Deep down he knew Bruce was more paranoid than Wally could ever be, but he didn't know what else to do. This plan seemed logical.

When he walked into the main room, all of the Titans were watching a movie. When they sensed his presence, Star's face lit up.

'Robin! You are awake!' she cried. She went to hug him, but Cyborg stopped her.

'Don't smother him Star, we've got to give him room to breathe for a while.'

Robin knew this wasn't true, but Starfire seemed to accept this and simply smiled at him.

'How are you feeling?'

'Better, thanks Star. Nothing a day's sleep couldn't cure.' He tried to give his best reassuring smile. He used to be so good at those, but these days they never seemed convincing.

'Going to the gym?' asked Raven.

'Yeh, in a bit. It's my day to do dishes, so I'll do that first.' As he turned to head to the kitchen, he heard Beast Boy groan. They had a rota for dishes and today was meant to be Robin and Beast Boys turn.

'Aw man, but it's coming to the best part!' whined the green child.

'Don't worry BB. I've already seen it, I'll go help, Rob.' Said Cyborg, standing from the couch.

Beast Boy looked a little shocked at this development, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he didn't comment. Neither did Robin as both teens entered the kitchen. He figured the eldest Titan wanted to talk to him in private.

They made small talk as they began cleaning the growing pile of dishes. Cyborg washed them and then handed them over to Robin to dry. When they were halfway through, Robin sighed. He was on edge, he couldn't take the suspense any longer.

'Come on Cy, spill.' Said Robin, carefully, placing one of the glasses back in the cupboard.

The half-robot raised his only eyebrow.

'You never let Beast Boy get out of doing the dishes.' Robin said. 'Which means you wanted to be alone. What do you need?'

Cyborg looked down into the bubbly water, contemplating the best way to discuss the topic.

'I think I know why you're so on edge.' He said carefully.

'What makes you think I'm on edge?'

Cyborg looked over at him with a "really?" expression.

'Ok, point taken.' Said Robin, he clearly hadn't been hiding it as well as he'd hoped.

'When did it happen?'

Robin frowned, it was suddenly registering that Cyborg might actually know the truth.

'Wally.' Robin said under his breath.