Robin one shot part 3!

Trust

It was Cyborg's turn to cook breakfast that morning which more than not meant they were ordering out. Who could cook for others in the morning? Certainly not Cyborg. He insisted it was more ergonomic and they could get more done if they weren't cooking meals and washing dishes but they all knew there was a deal going on where he could get two breakfast burritos for the price of one. "Should we get something for Robin?" Beast Boy asked as he glanced over the order. Everyone else was crowded around the dining table though it was more like a dining booth you'd see in a diner and the only person missing was their leader. It wasn't a unique sight for him not to sit with them in the morning since he was doing his own thing but it was a more common sight since they called him out on going behind their backs. His presence was missed even if they were annoyed with him. He was entertaining to irritate over meals and mess with during board games. Beast Boy now and Cyborg had their own game of stealing some of his money when he was distracted. It was funny watching him having a meltdown over being short of a twenty. Running away from him when he figured it out was also good cardio so it was a win-win. Luckily, they wouldn't have to go on a manhunt for the teen hero as he limped in a few moments later looking like he'd just been pulled through ten bushes backwards. He stumbled over to the kitchen and went about his usual routine though it was now patterned with wet coughs he covered with the crook of his arm. 

"You okay over there?" Cyborg called.

"I'm fine," he responded hoarsely. "There was something on that island. Took it down last night. Wasn't paranoid at all." His hand subconsciously went to touch his neck, rubbing the spot with the bruises on it. It hurt but he'd certainly had worse before. Didn't make it any less aggravating to have.

"Did you catch something?" Raven asked, slightly disgusted by his coughs. She wasn't in the mood to be sick. In fact, she would never be in the mood to get sick but she certainly wasn't in that mood right now. He shook his head but they didn't trust him one bit. "Try again."

"Just got caught out a few times."

"What do you mean?" Starfire inquired. She flew over to him to get a closer look. She circled around him asking questions, "Did you get hurt? Where does it hurt? Does it hurt if I poke you here-"

"Star!" Robin whined, gently slapping her hand away before she could jab him in the ribs. "I'm fine." She took a step back - though she was still floating so it wasn't really a step - and gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes to try and pry the true answer out of him. "What do you want from me?" he croaked. He sounded exhausted. He must've been coughing all night either that or he was up because of some other horrible thing they were going to have to pull from him or find out on accident because his body had to give up on him. 

"An answer to Friend Raven's question please." He huffed but it cracked and made him cough harder than before. 

"You wanna know what happened? I got choked out, held underwater and tossed around for a few hours before I took that place down and carried my sorry ass here with the help of the boat," he explained, angrily thumbing to the window and hopefully in the direction of the boat. He couldn't actually remember which side of the tower he left it but the sentiment was there. "Why do you even care? You're pissed at me for my stupid plan!" 

"We said it was paranoid, not stupid," Raven corrected.

"Not this stupid plan the other one! The one where I was a douchebag and tried to be Batman and that's exactly what happened, I became Batman." His hands curled into fists and shook with frustration. "And that's one of the worst things I could have done." He abandoned his mission to get caffeine and stormed off somewhere he could cool down.