Disclaimer: I don not own Teen Titans as a whole or part.

Author's note: This takes place after the events of season four, but before season five started.

And if you have read my other work, "Horseman", that story has nothing to do with this.

Searching For A Mission

He sighed as he surveyed the scene around him, it looked like a war zone. The unconscious forms of his workers and guards lie everywhere next to knocked over boxes of his precious shipment. He had been told that the warehouse next to the pier was the safest spot if you had incoming cargo that you did want not to be noticed by the authorities. Turned out this was only partially true. The police had not found out about it, but a bunch of local heroes had and wrecked the place.

Fortunately for him, they weren't the brightest crime fighters. Though they had discovered and smashed his shipment, they had shortly thereafter notified the police and then simply left. Another lucky spot for him was he had paid of the right person in the police department and had been notified the cops were on their way. This person also had the limited ability to delay the police's arrival ever so slightly, which gave him the chance he needed to retrieve whatever cargo he could salvage. All of the cargo was still good, the Titans hadn't damaged any more than a box or two, but he could not afford to take it all, that would lead to suspicion. Something had to be left for the authorities to find. He had figured that if he left two thirds of the shipment for the cops, that would alleviate any suspicion. A major loss, but a third was better than none at all.

He walked over to one of the wooden crates that had the lid pried off. His workers hadn't done it; one of the Titans must have done to inspect its contents. He wasn't proud of smuggling in marijuana, that was something only small time street thugs did. He was more into the high priced cocaine and heroine, as well as dabbling in the illegal arms business. But business was business, and it was a decent profit, unless of course his shipment got discovered.

Looking in the crate, he noticed one of the bags had been opened. All the cargo was packaged in one pound plastic bags, and this one had been opened up and about half a pound had been taken out. He smirked a bit. So, these do gooders weren't as shiny and clean as people thought, huh. If it were to be taken as evidence or some other official capacity, a whole, unopened bag would have been stolen. Since it was only part of it had been taken, he guessed one of them must have grabbed a hand full behind his\her companion's back and stuffed it down their shirt or something.

This gave him a brief moment of humorous insight before his attention returned to the task at hand. His men were wrapping things up, the cops would be here shortly. He left the warehouse and walked over to his limousine.

If he were to be a major crime lord in this great city, these Titans would have to be removed from the equation. But one thing at a time, he reminded himself. First, he would harass his enemy while he built up his strength, then, he would strike with all the power and fury he could muster.

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"Good work team," Robin said as they walked through the tower "The police are arresting the smugglers and confiscating the cargo as we speak. That's one shipment that won't make it to the street." he said with satisfaction.

Cyborg sighed and his shoulders slumped a little "I never thought I would be saying this, but I miss beating the really bad guys. All we ever do anymore is deal with small time drug traffickers and crime lords, petty thieves and purse snatchers. It's gotten…," he paused for a second "…boring."

"We should be happy that our greatest enemies tremble in fear of us, and dare not show their faces. We should be rejoicing at this!" Starfire said as she held up a fist in triumph.

"Starfire's right, we don't do this for the thrills, we do it for the greater good." Raven said.

Robin yawned "Well, its late, so I'm gonna hit the sack, see you all in the morning."

They all said their goodnights and went their separate ways. Cyborg was walking to his room when he turned around and did a double take. He reached out and snatched Beast Boy up by the back of his shirt and held him in the air.

Beast Boy was waving his arms and kicking his legs while dangling from Cyborg's grip. Cyborg had reached down the back of his shirt and was grouping around for something. "Hey! What do you think you're doing! Put me-,"

"AH HA!" Cyborg aid as he pulled out a small plastic bag of marijuana. "Care to explain this?" he said holding it up to the green face of his captive.

"Oh, uh, that? Um, well, you know…"

Cyborg sighed and dropped him to the floor. He landed with a thud.

"Listen, I know you've done this in the past and that's fine with me, but I told you when you came here that it had to end, we are supposed to be setting an example for all the citizens of this city; and this-," he said as he waved the bag in the air. "- is not a good example."

"Its not like they know I'm doing it! Come on, one last time, for old time sakes." Beast boy pleaded, on his knees with his hands folded under his chin.

"Sorry, but no is no." and with that Cyborg took the bag and threw it down the nearest garbage chute.

Beast Boy jumped up "You know as well as I do it is very much within my power to change into something small, scamper down there, and retrieve it." he said pointing a finger at the metal man.

"Yeah," Cyborg said crossing his arms in front of his chest. "But Starfire had to throw away some her cooking that had past its expiration date earlier today. So now your happy plant in lying in the middle of pink food with blue fuzzy mold growing on it."

Beast Boy's jaw dropped and he looked like he was about ready to cry. He looked up and held up his finger like he was about ready to say something but then stopped. He then slowly turned around, and trudged of to his room.

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Night at the Titans Tower was not all that different from most households. The lights were turned off, the front door was locked, and most of its inhabitants were asleep. Most, but not all.

Robin exited his room and walked down the hallway. His feet never made a sound as he glided down the hall to the main room, the only sound was the swooshing noise the door mad as it opened for him. He didn't bother turning on the lights, but let the moonlight guide his well adapted eyes over to the window overlooking the city. He stood there for a while, his hands folded behind his back as he surveyed the scene before him.

"Can't sleep either I see." Cyborg said from over in the kitchen.

Robin resisted every urge to flinch, cursing himself for letting his guard down and overlooking the person waiting in the shadows. Cyborg had been standing behind the counter eating some food for the past half hour and had not said a word as Robin had walked into the room a few minutes ago. He had simply stood there and watched his teammate gaze out the window.

"Your slacking off, when I met you, you would have known I was here before you even came through the door." Cyborg said as he walked over to Robin.

Robin sighed "Yeah, maybe I have gotten a little rusty. Haven't had a lot of competition lately."

"You're thinking the same thing I am, there is no more major threat to the city. Slade hasn't shown his face in a long time, and the rest of the scum have gone into hiding. I think after all these years our efforts have finally paid off. Though far from crime free, all the really bad guys have run off, they've given up trying to fight us."

"I suppose your right," Robin said as he stared at the floor. "I just don't want to think about it because if this is true, then we have no more purpose being here. The police can take care of all the low life scum, our help just isn't needed here anymore."

"What are you thinking, relocation?"

"I don't know, I'll just worry about it later. Maybe something will come up." Robin said shrugging his shoulders "Just don't talk to the rest of the team about this, ok?"

"Agreed, last thing we need is Starfire getting all emotional about something." Cyborg said as he turned around and headed for the door. "I'm going back to recharge, you should probably go back to bed as well. This is one thing that you do not need to obsess over."

Robin nodded his agreement as Cyborg left the room. He then turned back to the window and looked over the city. For a minute he considered going out on a late night patrol, just like he used to. He smirked a bit at the thought, but then his smile faded as he considered it more deeply.

"Ah, what's the use." He mumbled and turned around to go back to sleep.