Cross-posted to teentitan_slash
Title: Follow Truth wherever she led
Summary: Withholding data isn't the same thing.
Author's Notes: For prompt #13, equivocation; (n.) falsification by means of vague or ambiguous language. Set just after "Masks".
Robin hadn't really thought of it as lying, per se.
It had been *smart*. He'd needed to know who the H.I.V.E. had been talking about, who was dangerous enough that in their defeat Gizmo had thrown Slade's name at them like it was a bomb. He'd needed to know what was happening in his city.
There are things heroes can't do under their own names. Batman had taught him that. Robin has a few code names of his own -- Robbie Malone, Alvin Draper. Red X was just one more.
He hadn't told the Titans he didn't know who Red X was, hadn't wondered aloud how Red X had known their weaknesses. It hadn't been lying.
Slade had known anyway. It had been a gutpunch, something striking through and knocking everything out of him, to realize Slade had known him when his best friends, his *team*, hadn't had a clue.
Robin tries not to think about that. About what it says about him, and what it says about Slade.
Not thinking about it isn't lying, either. Not really.
-- Finis
Summary: Withholding data isn't the same thing.
Author's Notes: For prompt #13, equivocation; (n.) falsification by means of vague or ambiguous language. Set just after "Masks".
Robin hadn't really thought of it as lying, per se.
It had been *smart*. He'd needed to know who the H.I.V.E. had been talking about, who was dangerous enough that in their defeat Gizmo had thrown Slade's name at them like it was a bomb. He'd needed to know what was happening in his city.
There are things heroes can't do under their own names. Batman had taught him that. Robin has a few code names of his own -- Robbie Malone, Alvin Draper. Red X was just one more.
He hadn't told the Titans he didn't know who Red X was, hadn't wondered aloud how Red X had known their weaknesses. It hadn't been lying.
Slade had known anyway. It had been a gutpunch, something striking through and knocking everything out of him, to realize Slade had known him when his best friends, his *team*, hadn't had a clue.
Robin tries not to think about that. About what it says about him, and what it says about Slade.
Not thinking about it isn't lying, either. Not really.
-- Finis