"I really don't think you guys understand what's going on here." He spoke. He brought his hand to the bridge of his nose and squeezed. It helped only slightly to alleviate the stress that was gnawing away at him.

"Robin, how can you say that? Of course we d-"

"No!" He shouted. Starfire stepped back out of shock. Her hand clamped to the table behind her and her face twisted to resemble something that suggested she had been slapped. "You guys don't. You really," A laugh broke his sentence. "really don't."

Starfire turned and left the room. Her feet never touching the floor on her way out. The automatic doors shut with a force, but there was no way she could have slammed them. Right?

Robin couldn't help but think to himself in the cold silence. He wondered and wondered, trying to figure out why no one else was taking this as seriously as he was. Why did no one care? Did they really just have that much faith or was there something more? No one. There couldn't be. They wouldn't do that.

The doors opened again, inviting the sound of metal pounding metal and growing ever-closer. When he looked up he saw that Cyborg had entered the room.

"Hey man." He said quietly, pointing his thumb behind him. "Starfire seemed pretty pissed. What's going on?"

Robin turned his back to Cyborg. He looked out the window at the city below, the fire burning strong and screams filling the air and echoing upward toward them. He raised both hands and gestured openly. "All of this. All of this is what's going on."

"But you know we can't…" Cyborg started. But his voice trailed off as he looked to the floor. Robin's hands tightened into fists, the rest of his body followed suit.

"I know." He whispered. "Where's Raven?"
"She went out on another Recon Mission. She hasn't gotten any better. Still won't even speak. Not even to Star."

"She knows it's hopeless." His voice sounded as empty as his heart felt. It made Cyborg shudder.

Cyborg took a step toward Robin. He put his hand out as he spoke, "Don't say that, man. There's always hope."

"Do you think they have hope left?" He asked, nodding to the streets which cast the only light on their room. The flames licked at the lone support beam below them.

Cyborg couldn't answer him. He lowered his hand as he closed his eyes.

The screen burst to life behind Robin. Cyborg quickly cast his eyes upward and watched as words danced across the screen. The sound was muted. But the words rang clear as day.

CITY FALLEN TO CHAOS! RIOTS IN ALL CORNERS! MERCENARIES WALK FREE AND PILLAGE WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE! WHERE ARE THE TITANS?!

Cyborg read the words as hate and shame washed over him. He brought his cannon up and fired aimlessly at the projection, screaming obscenities as explosions rocked the room. Robin didn't so much as turn around at the sounds. He only fiddled with the remote in his left hand as a tear fell from his cheek.

Where were the Titans?