Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Sleepwalking to mindwalking

another request from FandomTrash257 and I just had a burst of energy to write it

This got to nearly 6000 words so settle in for a nice long angsty read

This is a continuation from who's the dad but you don't need to see that

There will be self-harm but I've labeled that bit so you can skip over and still follow the story if you feel like you need to - remember you are loved also tw for blood

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/types-of-mental-health-problems/self-harm/useful-contacts/

https://www.benice.org/get-help/crisis-hotline

https://www.samaritans.org/how-we-can-help/if-youre-having-difficult-time/if-you-want-self-harm/

For the sixth night in a row, the Teen Titans woke up to their living room and kitchen in a mess. They'd go to sleep every night and in the morning wake up to their living area looking like a bomb went off in it. It was getting rather annoying resetting everything. The intruder alarm never went off so it had to be one of them but no one was owning up to the stunt. As they argued like they seemed to do every morning, Robin just rolled his eyes and began cleaning up. "Guys you just moved the stuff and forgot about it. Everybody misplaces things after a late-night mission," he suggested. They looked at him with a deadpan expression. 

"That hardly calls for the oven to have a cushion in it," Starfire pointed out. Luckily the thing hadn't been turned on. If it had this would be much worse than just a few misplaced things. "Well, you probably thought it was something else. I do stuff like that half the time," he argued, though his argument was a little weak. A lasagna dish didn't feel like a cushion last time he checked but fatigue made you do weird things. He knew that better than anyone. "That's because you're in a constant state of sleep deprivation," Raven stated. He shrugged, chucking the cushion back onto the couch. 

"You're not wrong," he replied. "But if you guys are so adamant about it just pull up the footage from the cameras. You'll get your answer right away."

"Or we could stay up all night and catch them in action!" Beast Boy proclaimed.

"But you could-"

"That's a great idea," Starfire complimented.

"There are literally cameras-"

"We'll do that then. We'll stay up all night and find out whoever is doing this," Cyborg announced. Robin rolled his eyes and continued to clean up after the mystery person. He was sure they just wanted to waste some time since they weren't getting out that much. Crime was on the low since Slade went underground. He kinda missed him. Not him as a person but the trouble he caused because at least it gave them something to do. Patrol was fun but the boring old muggings were getting monotonous. "You do you. Just don't drink all my coffee trying to pull an all-nighter."

When Robin got back from his midnight patrol, he was met with his team members already asleep on the couch. He smiled to himself and laughed to himself. They'd been determined about staying up but they must've been too bored to continue. He took notice of the room in case they asked him in the morning if he saw anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't messy so whoever was making a pigsty of the place hadn't struck yet. It was probably just one of them in a half-asleep daze looking for something in the middle of the night and not remembering. Though, if the mystery kept his friends busy, he didn't mind it remaining unsolved. He yawned then checked the time. One in the morning. He'd only been out an hour but he'd been feeling especially worn out ever since that whole incident of becoming a child and seeing Bruce again that he was having to come back early. It wasn't that bad to have some time out considering there was nothing going on in Jump. What was kind of odd was that this nonsense started after he'd begun to feel so exhausted. He guessed it was just a coincidence and didn't make any effort to further connect the two events. He retrieved a few blankets from the laundry room since they kept some extras for any guests or cold nights and draped it over his friends. Then he yawned tiredly and trudged back to his bedroom, hoping for a good night's sleep.