Normal disclaimer stuff. Some of their nightmares get kind of dark.

With the sun setting on Jump City, the Teen Titans headed back to the Tower. After they had dinner and completed their nightly activities, the team headed off to bed. None of them were aware of the dark storm clouds rolling in.

...

Robin bid his fellow Titans a good night and headed to his room. He wrote down his notes and observations for the day and went through his notes from the day before. Robin also created a training schedule for the next day and planned out some bonding exercises for the team. Finally after some meditation to clear his mind (which was not an easy task), Robin lay on his bed to sleep.

...

Robin was a young boy at the circus. He laughed at the clowns and was in awe of the performing animals. Then they brought out the acrobats. Robin felt like something was wrong as the couple climbed up the ladder to the highwire but he couldn't quite place it. He watched in horror as the cables to the performers' wires snapped. Robin sprang to his feet and ran to the ring but harder he ran, the further it got. There was nothing he could do as the acrobats plummeted to their deaths. Fear paralysed Robin at the side of the ring as he stood as the sixteen-year-old boy that he was. He leapt over the barrier but what he saw made the bottom of his stomach drop. Starfire lay lifeless in the centre of the ring.

"S-Star? Starfire!" He rushed to her and knelt by her side. Robin gently lifted Starfire's head but her neck flopped limply. He noticed a trickle blood running from the Tamaranean's nose and ears. Robin was in shock. Starfire couldn't dead, she just couldn't. Robin held her body close to him. Slade's maniacal laughter filled the air.

"You could have saved her Robin, but you didn't. You were too busy playing the hero." Robin set Starfire down and ran into the darkness.

"Where are you?!" he roared. He could see shapes moving in front of him but couldn't really tell where exactly they were.

"You're doing it even now. What could you possibly accomplish by capturing me?" Slade mocked as he stepped into Robin's view. The hero threw a punch but a black tendril caught his wrist and pulled his arm back. Robin tried with his other hand but he only had the same result. The tendrils dragged him against a wall of some kind. More tendrils coiled around his ankles, waist and neck. They grew thicker and tried to bond with his skin. The more Robin tried to struggle, the tighter they became and the faster they moved. Suddenly, Red X stepped into his line of vision.

"See, kid? We're not so different after all..."

...

Robin woke with a start. He breathed heavily and his heart was a steam engine in his chest. Robin tried to calm his breathing as pulled his knees close to him. He rested his head on them as he listened to the rain pound against the roof. Robin needed a moment to think straight. He got up and walked to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. 'Slade is gone.' He reminded himself as he looked in the mirror. He was Robin, not Red X. It was only a nightmare, probably brought on by the storm. Maybe a drink of water would help calm his nerves a little. Robin decided to go to the kitchen.