Summary: Raven has become temperamental over the past few weeks in a manner not unlike that which she showed just before the truth about her father came to light. When things take a head, it will be all she and her friends can do to quell a coming darkness and prevent a future invasion.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.
A.N.: This is the first installment in a two-part series. Due to the nature of the plot, this first part namely involves Beast Boy, Raven, and Starfire, but the other Titans, as well as many more, will play key roles in the sequel. With all of this said, I hope you enjoy the story.
Note:
In case anyone has yet to hear, there is talk of a Teen Titans series 6 for the animated show and that Terra Strong and Greg Cipes (Raven and Beast Boy respectively) are personally spreading word about it and asking people to give support for the continuation of the show. Though I am not sure how effective such things are and can offer no proof to the validity of such claims, there is also a petition to sign here:
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I believe I was signature #9,356 when I signed a few weeks ago.
It was a quiet day in Jump City, as a great many of them had been since the Titans had defeated the Brain and his army of villains, froze them cryogenically, and sent them off to separate max security prisons. The founding members of the Titans, or at least four of them, sat in the main room of their tower that overlooked the city which sprawled along the coast across the small bay of salt-water that separated them.
Robin, Cyborg, and Beast Boy sat in front of their enormous flat screen, battling it out over their favorite racing game. It was the fifth time they had competed on that particular game in the past month, and any spectators could give the observation that it was the game to which they competed the most fervently. Robin currently held the lead in this most recent of competitions with two victories in a row and a third seemingly on the way, something he made sure to keep them reminded of, but he was tailed closely by and equally rowdy Cyborg and Beast Boy. Starfire sat on the far side of the couch the three boys occupied, calmly observing the familiar chaos and happily grooming a purring Silkie—how an insect could purr was beyond Beast Boy, but that thing could give the engines on any of Cyborg's cars a run for their money.
The fifth Titan, though this was not terribly uncommon, had yet to show herself that day. Trying not to let this bother him any more than it already was, Beast Boy continued to battle Cyborg for second place and the chance to challenge Robin for first, masterfully swerving around a rocket fired by the metal man's animated car.
It had been a little over three years since they had defeated Trigon and four since the Brain and his syndicate of villains had fallen, and the Titans had each undergone varying degrees of change since their greatest victory.
Cyborg, given he was a few older than the rest of them, had matured only slightly in the face, and was still a giant metal man, of course. Such a fact was likely to change anytime soon, but he had once confined in Beast Boy that he gave any extra money from what he received from the city into clone research. While he was by no means as smart as or even coming close to rivaling the genius that was Victor Stone, the implications of that knowledge were not lost on Beast Boy. If he could get a healthy clone of his original body and somehow transfer his consciousness to it, Cyborg could essentially be reborn as a fully human man.
While still eagerly waiting for this to happen, though, he had still given his metal self quite a few upgrades. There were now more silver plates on his person than there were white, and he still liked to implement the clear plates that showed off the inner workings of the machinery that kept him alive and moving; these plates still glowed blue from the light of the power source inside him. He upgraded his equipment every year, adding new hidden laser guns and gadgets of disproportionate power—some to electrocute, some to freeze, etc.—given their small size, and Beast Boy liked to think he would now make an epic boss at the end of some future-set video game. Cybrog had also upgraded his sonic canon, doubling its power and upgrading its battery pack to allow for as much use as his previous one. He'd also said he'd made some changes to his eye scanners, but Beast Boy had had a difficult enough time understanding the other stuff that it had gone over his head. All he knew was Cyborg looked pretty bad $$ now.
Starfire had probably changed the least out of the group, but she had changed enough for the differences to be noticeable. Her face too had matured, more so than Cyborg's, yet she still retained that glint of youthful innocence she carried with her through life. In battle, she had begun to wear a mild variation of the battle armor worn by her people and had soon resorted to simply wearing it about the tower as well. Her hair had grown considerably longer, and Beast Boy often found himself wondering how it never got in the way during battle. If it was even possible, the Tamaranean Princess had grown even more physically powerful over the years, and her accuracy with her starbolts was nigh on deadly. Beast Boy was certain beyond the shadow of a doubt that he would never want to face her in combat, for she was a definite force to be reckoned with.
Robin had finally sprouted and was presently identical in height to the Dark Knight of whom he had done such a terrible job of claiming to have no history with. Beast Boy swore that, if he were to don Batman's superhero attire, a person would be hard-pressed to tell the two apart. Robin had begun cutting his hair shorter in recent years, though he still seemed to see fit to go through a bottle of hair gel in a weak. The Boy Wonder's physique was adequate, a testament to the many hours he spent honing his physical prowess, and this was another aspect that resembled him to Gotham's bat-themed superhero. Robins clothing still retained their streetlight colors, but his spandex pants had been replaced with green, almost army styled leggings that were tucked into his heavy, metal-tipped combat boots that could deal permanent damage to any nose they came into contact with. Fortunately, the Boy Wonder had finally grown into his feet, as they no longer seemed two or three sizes too large. The last touch was his cape, which he had actually chose to replace with a weapon belt that wrapped around his chest, holding two extendable quarter staffs within arm's reach over each shoulder.
Beast Boy had done some changing of his own. He too had grown and was no longer the shortest person on the team! Whenever he chose to gloat over this, however, it was always quickly pointed out by Cyborg that he was still only a few inches taller than Raven, officially squashing the changeling's pride. As opposed to Robin, Beast Boy had allowed his hair to grow a little to make his ears stick out a little less, finally releasing himself from the strict rules imposed on him by Mento during his time on the Doom Patrol. This was also shown by his change in attire, to which his Doom Patrol uniform had been switched out for a short-sleeved white uniform with dark purple additions, including his boots and his belt, that had a metallic sheen to them. It was a much more personalized look in that he had been the one to choose it himself.
Beast Boy worked out occasionally, but not nearly as much as Robin or Cyborg. The way he figured it, their daily lives were enough of a workout, even if crime rates in the city had dropped after the defeat of the Brotherhood of Evil. He'd gained some muscle naturally as he got older anyway, granting him a lean physique he quite liked. Besides, he only fought in human form when someone got the jump on him, and his shifting was becoming swifter, countering this setback and making it moot. The changeling was also seriously debating on changing his superhero name. "Beast Boy" had served him well for years, but he was getting older, and the "Boy" didn't really fit anymore. "Beast Man" just sounded goofy, though, so he'd been stumped for a few months on the issue. Maybe something would just come to him one day.
Raven had probably changed the most out of the group. She too had allowed her hair to grow out, to which hers now extended to a little past her shoulders, and she often wore it tied back. Whether from her continued exposure to the sun or from her altered outlook on life, her complexion had colored somewhat, giving her skin a little less of a greyish hue. Her costume had undergone quite a few changes too. The spandex of the attire had been replaced with simple dark cloth—she said it breathed more—and now more resembled a Roman- or Greek-style dress than a leotard, extending down to her feet but slit up both sides. Her cloak too had been changed to cloth, fastened at the shoulders by two golden clasps. The cowl of that cloak had been altered as well, now dipping down over her brow to resemble an avian beak. The final change had been made to her belt, which was now made of ovular gold links, and the center piece was in the unmistakable shape of a raven with its wings spread wide.
During the past few years, though she had not grown physically, Raven had gone through a great deal of personal growth and had opened up a little of herself to the Titans, mostly at Beast Boy's irritatingly stubborn insistence that she do so. She spent time with each of them to offset the many hours she spent in solitude, meditating and studying her magical arts.
Occasionally, she assisted Cyborg with maintenance on the T-Car, something the changeling had been surprised to find she genuinely enjoyed doing. Also occasionally, but with much less frequency, she would accompany Starfire to the "mall of shopping", as the Tamaranean princes had long ago dubbed it. Beast Boy suspected that the only reason the mage of 'simple tastes', as she put it, had agreed to the particular pass-time was the musty old book store that was about a block from the mall Starfire liked to frequent, a place the two girls would stop by on their way back to the tower. Secretly, Beast Boy also suspected Raven's willingness to put up with the girlish outing had something to do with the pet store in the mall, something he assumed based on the bunny fur that often lightly coated her sleeves at the wrist upon the girls' return, but the changeling could be wrong. He was initially flabbergasted by her seeming affection for bunnies after contemplating over the short stint she herself had spent as one of the furry little creatures, but perhaps she had gotten over that or simply didn't hold actual bunnies responsible for the matter.
Beast Boy had once tried turning into a bunny himself to lighten her mood after she seemed to wake up more grumpy than normal, but she hadn't responded to him nearly as well as he suspected she had the store residing bunnies.
As a martial arts expert, Robin's favorite pass-time was naturally training in the gym, perfecting his styles and the minute motions of the exact art. And so, once a week, he and Raven would spar. Despite her relatively small size and the great deal of time she spent studying, apparently Raven was quite the naturally gifted expert in martial arts. The Boy Wonder had even informed Beast Boy and the others that she had bested him in a number of their matches, no small feat to be sure. The changeling thought her natural prowess had a great deal to do with how often she meditated, as she had once told him that a strong mind led to a strong body.
Beast Boy had once deliberated on implementing that advice personally, but he'd quickly come to the decision that he wouldn't have the patience for something as slow-paced as meditation. His brain would probably just get bored and wonder as it was often prone to doing. Also, given the nature of his powers, Beast Boy would rarely if ever be forced to fight in human form. As such, Raven's current endeavor with the changeling was to help him with his abilities. While he could change into a wide range of animals with size no longer being much of an issue when it came to sustaining the morph, Beast Boy had surprisingly little knowledge of the animals he so often found himself turning into. He wished the time he had embarrassed himself in front of Aqualad as a dolphin hadn't been the only time he'd done something stupid.
Raven had been rendered momentarily speechless when Beast Boy had gone to her one day and asked her for help, but she had agreed without any visible signs of hesitation or unwillingness in regards to teaching him. And so, she helped him hone his senses, both in and out of form, and had even showed him books with the images of animal he hadn't seen, increasing the number of forms under his proverbial belt of shape-shifting. After learning he could not only turn into an animal on Earth but also the alien lifeforms on Starfire's home planet, the changeling had been eager to learn more of such creatures. To aid him in this endeavor, Raven had taught him of the animals from her own homeworld. Beast Boy had listened with uncommonly rapt attention, both eager to learn of new animals he could shift into as well as learn a little more of where the more mysterious Titan on the team had come from. It had been one of the only times he heard Raven speak of her homeworld and had wondered on more than one occasion if she preferred it that way, preferred to forget about where she came from. As one who could sympathize about not wishing o dwell on past events, the changeling had never been the one to bring up the topic personally, instead leaving the choice to her.
During these lessons, Beast Boy was actually able to keep his mind from wondering to just about everything in sight, something it had the almost annoying habit of doing and something it was doing no less of the older he got.
As if to prove this, Beast Boy was so distracted over his contemplation of past events that he almost missed it when his car exploded—the key word being 'almost'—and realized he should have been paying attention to the game at hand—literally. The green Titan's brow furrowed to mirror his deep frown as he fumed over the fact that perhaps thinking wasn't as good a thing as everyone said. One would need look no further than this instance for their proof. This was his fourth loss this month, all of which he had been distracted for at one point or another by such thoughts!
"Booyah!" Cyborg cheered, undoubtedly Beast Boy's defeater, as the metal man stood to do a victory jig even as he used a Super Boost to pass a now fuming Robin. Starfire, never one to pick sides in friendly competitions, clapped fervently for his victory, and Cyborg soaked up the glory like a non-electronic, totally-not-water-wary sponge.
"Hey, you totally cheated!" Beast Boy jumped into an upright position, though still seated, and pointed an accusatory finger at his cybernetic friend to accompany his vehement protest. Cyborg was naturally unaffected by and unbelieving of this ridiculous accusation.
"Nu-uh." The big man snickered. "While you were off in la-la-land, I charged my special and blasted your toy car to bits." Cyborg gloated, showing off the ample pride he had for his animated car that very nearly rivaled his pride in the T-Car. As Beast Boy opened his mouth to protest further, despite knowing the fault of his loss had been with him and not Cyborg, the main doors swooshed open. Hood drawn low, none other than the main star of Beast Boy's previous thoughts stepped into the room.
The game was quickly banished to the recesses of Beast Boy's conscious mind.
"Hey, Rae!" The green Titan's greeting was cheerful as he threw his arms over the back of the couch to look at the mage directly, ignoring another snicker by Cyborg that was given for very different reasons than the one previous. Shoving the big man's tease down to wallow with the forgotten game, Beast Boy returned his focus to Raven. In recent weeks, he had been able to mask his growing concern for the quiet girl's well-being, but that didn't mean the concerns weren't as present as they had been for the past month.
He'd been happy with how Raven had been getting along with the team of late, but, in these recent weeks, she'd begun to rescind on her personal efforts to keep close to the rest of the Titans. She'd begun locking herself away for the majority of any day, and she'd become temperamental in a way that set the hair on Beast Boy's neck on end—and not in a good way. Raven was falling back on old habits of snapping at anyone who showed concern for her, and, while she had recently begun to go without it while in the tower, she'd again started wearing that cowl of hers night and day, keeping it low over her eyes as if to sate a migraine.
To his chipper greeting, Raven simple offered a noncommittal grunt, ignoring the troublesome nickname given to her by her fellows as she moved over to the counter where her teapot sat. Back for more tea, it seemed. When he noticed the pot of boiling water already on the stove, however, the changeling realized their reclusive friend must have already been in the room that afternoon. He couldn't for the life of him remember it, though, something that could only mean he had been too engrossed in the game to take notice of the door opening. It was a shame, too, because he'd been trying to keep a close watch on the door for her entrance.
But then Beast Boy remembered his need to use the bathroom several minutes before and found himself cursing his bladder for being unable to contain its contents for just a few extra minutes.
As it was, that no longer mattered because Raven was there now.
"What'cha been up to?" Beast Boy pressed, trying to ease his way into a conversation as to what had been recently troubling her.
"Meditating." Raven's tone was flat as she said this, though it held just a pinch of irritation.
"Is everything okay?" He tried to sound casual and was pleased when the words came out in such a way. Of course, with he being an empath and all, she could probably tell anyway. Another member of the team joined in the conversation while Beast Boy contemplated on what to say next.
"I have been curious of this as well," Starfire said as she turned around in her seat, momentarily abandoning her grooming of Silkie to join Beast Boy in looking at their relatively solitary friend—a friend who had the almost annoying habit of keeping her personal troubles to herself. The Tamaranean's voice lacked most of it's natural mirth, instead conveying the genuine concern she too harbored. "You have seemed troubled as of late, friend Raven."
"I'm fine. Just tired." Raven didn't even glance up at them from the preparation of her tea, and, once that task was complete, she turned and departed out the swishing doors without another word. Beast Boy and Starfire exchanged uneasy glances across the back of the couch.
While it was true she had become increasingly quiet, even by her standards, Raven had also been more aggressive in their fights as of late and had even begun going out to fight lower class criminals on her own. She'd very nearly put one criminal in a sleep-induced coma in response to a simple insult thrown her way about her heritage. Sure, it was a touchy subject. But, Raven had never tried to hospitalize someone before, and the guy hadn't actually known anything about her past; he'd just tried to throw her off her game. She'd only gotten worse after that, resorting to fear tactics whenever chasing a criminal through the streets at night—say playing the cat in a sadistic game of cat and mouse, purposefully not catching the criminal to keep the game running longer. On one of such nights, a thief had been found nearly catatonic while Raven simply stated he had tried to shoot her. At the time, Beast Boy had thought nothing of it, but, remembering the incident with Doctor Light, he'd actually found himself wondering how much of the guy's shooting had been in self-defense.
Beast Boy didn't like doubting Raven, but she wasn't making matters easy. Either she was angry about something or she herself was afraid and was taking it out on Jump City's criminals. Neither was a particularly good option.
Something had to be bothering her.
Beast Boy and Starfire exchanged a nod of understanding and stood to follow their friend, Starfire lifting Silkie in her arms as she went. When nearing the door, the two Titans glanced back at the two still gaming to see Robin glancing at them over his shoulder, showing his own concern. Cyborg, though he was too engrossed in their video game at the current time to notice something was wrong, had undoubtedly noticed the change in Raven as well. It would be hard to miss. Robin gave a nod, telling Beast Boy and Starfire they should follow and try to get to the bottom of things.
He was worried about Raven too.
Beast Boy gave a thumbs up, and he and Starfire hurried out of the room without another moment's hesitation, trailing after a quiet and temperamental mage. They traversed the many winding and familiar halls, relieved when they spotted Raven about to enter her room.
"Hey, Raven, wait up," Beast Boy called to her, deciding against the us of her nickname in light of her already troubled mood. The mage stopped, warm tea in hand, and turned to face them, much of her face still hidden beneath the shadow of her cowl.
"What?" Her voice was her usual monotone as the two Titans stopped before her.
"Well, we were just..." Annoyingly, Beast Boy found his words falling short. He'd been thinking too much of past events and not enough on what he was going to say upon finding her. As he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, Starfire thankfully didn't have the same problem.
"We are worried." Starfire intervened, and the changeling nodded in agreement to her words, thankful for her intrusion.
"Why?" Raven's tone and expression were blank, but Beast Boy could just tell she was giving it her all just to appear that way in front of them. Starfire paused, searching for the right words that wouldn't come across as an insult to one who didn't appreciate her problems being addressed.
"You have seemed... angry as of late," she finally decided was an appropriate response.
"Yeah." Beast Boy chipped in. "Almost like when you lost it on Doctor Light." He really hadn't meant for it to come out like that. He'd meant to mention the problems going on in her life at that time, but Raven's eyes were already narrowing before he could take it back.
"I can control myself, if that's what you're so worried about," the mage spat, her fingers tightening their hold on the teacup in her hands. Beast Boy's ears drooped as he mentally chided himself. He'd said something stupid again, and the accusation in Raven's eyes, for not caring, hurt him on a level he couldn't describe.
"That is not what Beast Boy meant. We are simply worried about your well-being." Starfire tried to console a fussing Silkie as the alien insect began to react negatively to the tension of the conversation. The alien girl's earnest words drew Raven's stern violet gaze, and the mage's tight grip on the coffee cup she held loosened somewhat.
"Well, don't be. I'm fine," was her dry response, meaning to drop the subject then and there.
"But, you don't seem fine." Beast Boy persisted, not backing down in what they had come for. He was worried. Starfire was worried. Everyone was worried, so they weren't just going to drop it.
"I said I'm fine, so I am!" Raven's harsh gaze made him flinch away when it turned to him, but the green Titan held his ground.
"But, maybe we could help y-"
"No! Leave me alone!" Raven yelled as the teacup in her hands shattered to the will of her powers, showering the ground with tea and shards of porcelain. Without another word on the matter, she stepped over the shards and into her room and slammed the door shut. Starfire and Beast Boy stood there for a moment, stock still and completely shocked.
"We were only..." Beast Boy began in a helpless undertone, and a hand was placed on his shoulder to reassure him. As she was the only one there, he didn't need to turn to see it was Starfire.
"It will be alright. Once she has had time to calm, we will ask her again," The kind-hearted Tamaranean said, and Beast Boy gave a dejected nod as she turned and walked away, consoling an upset Silkie in her arms as she went.
He just stood there for a time staring down at the shards of what had once been a teacup, the proof of Raven's inner turmoil. It had been years since she'd lost control like that, and that she had now, after everything else going on, was certainly no coincidence.
It was only another moment before he decided to clean up the mess. So, he returned to the main room, not surprised to find Cyborg and Robin still battling it out as Starfire again watched with a now slumbering Silkie in her lap. Whether they noticed his entrance or not, he didn't know because they never once said anything. Silently, the changeling grabbed a handful of paper towels, deliberating a moment before refilling the teapot and setting it to boil. Grabbing the broom and dustpan, he then left again, returning to Raven's room.
In another few minutes, Beast Boy was back in the main room, throwing out tea-soaked paper towels and shards of a teacup that were too small to hope for a successful reassembly. As the kettle was singing by that time, he retrieved another teacup and a bag of tea, searching through the kitchen's many drawers and cupboards until he found where Raven kept them. He tried his best to make the tea and hoped it was sufficient—he really only knew what little he did after watching Raven make tea so many times.
Beast Boy left that tea sitting in front of her door and, wanting her to find it before it got cold, knocked on her door twice. He was tempted to wait until she opened the door and then engage her in a screaming match until she either snapped and tried to attack him, which would prove that something was seriously wrong, or she admitted to whatever was on her mind in a fit of uncontrollable rage. But, he couldn't bring himself to upset her any further.
So, not wanting to bother her before he had a better plan of action, Beast Boy departed to his own room. There, as he had no intention of leaving his room for the remainder of the day as it was already late in the afternoon, he donned his pajamas of black pants and a simple white tee and spread out on the top bunk of his bed to determine just what that course of action should be.
Had he been able to see into her room throughout the process of cleaning and tea giving, Beast Boy would have seen Raven sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed with her hands clasping her temples as she rested her brow against her upright knees, trying her best to calm her mind while blocking out all external happenings. She was vaguely aware of another presence outside the door but paid it no mind.
Only when Beast Boy knocked was Raven drawn back to reality, opening her eyes and listening for whatever came next. She expected him to speak, to again try his hand at getting answers from her, but he didn't. To her great surprise, he only knocked, and then his footsteps trailed down the hall and away from her door. It was another moment before Raven's curiosity got the better of her, and she stood and crossed the room to her door. She hadn't known what she had been expecting, upon opening her door, but it wasn't what she found.
The shattered teacup, a result of her frightening loss of control, had been cleaned up, and a fresh cup of tea had been left there. Lowering her hood, Raven picked up the cup and looked into its depths, illogically hoping to find an answer to her problems somewhere inside yet clearly only seeing the bottom of the cup in the murky drink. Loosing a sigh of helpless regret, she turned her gaze down the hall to where the one who had proffered the beverage had disappeared.
"I'm sorry." The words were spoken softly, never to reach their intended, and Raven returned to her room, shutting the door behind herself, gently this time.
Beast Boy's ears twitched, and whatever dream he had previously been enthralled by was shattered when his acute hearing picked up the distant sound of an enraged roar, followed closely by the forceful shattering of a large window. He shot up in his bed, a cursory glance to the clock on the wall telling him he'd been asleep for nearly three hours, and whipped his frantic attention around his unkempt room. Of course the problem, whatever it was, could not be seen from where he was. That roar had come from outside his room, and, when the changeling's half-awake mind finally processed that fact, he leapt down from the top bunk of his bed. He was out the door in seconds, not bothering to take time out to exchange his pajamas for his uniform.
With his bare feet on the cold floor, Beast Boy turned his attention to interpreting his surroundings with his different senses. He could hear a distant howling now, like wind through a tunnel, and the scent of salty fresh air was so foreign inside the tower that he picked it up almost immediately as it wafted through the hall with all the subtleties of a fire truck. His senses confirmed what his instincts had already told him.
It was all coming from the direction of Raven's room.
Beast Boy took off running, morphing into a cheetah to sprint through the halls much faster than his human self could, and he was in front of her door within moments. Quickly reverting to his bipedal self, the changeling ended up banging on her door in his great haste rather than simply knocking.
"Raven?" When he received no response, Beast Boy knocked again, straining to hear anything that would indicate her presence within the room. All he heard was the continued howling of the wind. "Raven, you in there?" He tried again, but this attempt was no more successful than the first. His panic only growing, Beast Boy punched in the door's override code and squeezed inside before the door had even slid open half way. What he found had him halting in his tracks and certainly did his anxious mind no favors.
The room was trashed. Bookcases had been overturned, their contents cluttering the floor in a garbled mess, her bed looked like it had been snapped in two by something striking it in the middle, and everything breakable appeared to have been shattered. Of course included in this last category was the wall-encompassing window on the far side of the room, which looked like it had been blown out. If it wasn't bad enough that it looked as though the room had had a thorough tossing by the mob, Raven was nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, however, though it was dulled by the almost overpowering scent of salt-water, Beast Boy could still pick up her scent as it headed out over the bay in the direction of the city.
Taking out his communicator, always held on his person for emergencies, Beast Boy was about to contact Robin. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the towers alarm blared to life overhead, beating him to the punch. Covering his sensitive ears, the changeling ran from the room, again taking the form of a cheetah to bolt to the tower's main room. Thankfully, the alarm shut off by the time he got there, Robin having no doubt answered the call for help.
"Dudes!" Everyone turned when Beast Boy burst through the doors, the three other Titans donning mirrored looks of concern at his urgency. "Raven's gone! Her room's been trashed, and her window's totally busted!"
"What?" Three cries of alarm met this news as Beast Boy joined the three in front of the super computer.
"I thought I heard glass shatter, and I could smell fresh air, so I went to check on her, but she was gone when I got there."
"Do you know what happened?" Robin pinched the bridge of his nose when Beast Boy's answer to this question was a simple shake of the head. Always able to think quick on his feet, though, the Boy Wonder quickly came up with a plan of action.
"Do you know where she went?" was the leader's next question, and Beast Boy's answer was an affirmative this time. "Alright. Starfire, Cyborg, and I will go find out what's going on that requires our help. Hopefully, we'll be able to handle it with just the three of us. Beast Boy, you go find Raven. Contact us the minute you know anything. Go!"
As Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg ran for the doors to make their way down to the garage, Beast Boy morphed into a hawk and took to the air, flying out a window at the top of the room that was left open just for him.
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