"He does."
"No, he doesn't."
"You gotta admit, he could."
"Yeah, he could. But he wouldn't."
"Hey, Robin!"
Robin looked up from his computer, toward Beast Boy, who was currently locked in a fierce debate with Cyborg over in the kitchen.
"You're the resident expert," said Beast Boy, "If he really, really needed to, would Batman eat at McDonalds?"
Robin raised an eyebrow. "This is what you're arguing about?"
"Just tell me. I got five bucks riding on this."
Robin sighed, "Well, he never did when I was around," then he turned back to his work.
Beast Boy's jaw dropped. Cyborg grinned.
"Pay up."
"I'm not giving up my cash over his opinion," BB pouted, "There's gotta be tons of stuff Robin doesn't know about the Batman."
"Who else are you gonna ask?" Cy replied smugly.
Beast Boy frowned, started digging around in his pockets.
"I'm telling you guys, it's that stupid power station. It's trying to control your minds!"
"You're still on about that?" Said Robin.
"Can't you guys recognize a legit tip when you see one?"
"BB, we've checked out the power station," Cy said, "there's nothing there."
"That's what they want you to think!"
"Who's 'they'?"
"Y'know, 'Them'. 'They'," he paused, "haven't you seen 'Conspiracy Theory'?"
Cyborg rubbed his forehead, annoyed.
"Beast Boy," said Robin, "Slade's underground, the Hive Five are shut down, Dr. Light's on transfer to Arkham, and everybody else worth talking about is in prison. Who is there that could be doing this?"
"...'They'..."
Beast boy finished rummaging around in his pockets, extracting three one-dollar bills and two pennies.
Cyborg looked at him, teeth clenched.
BB laughed nervously, "Would an IOU work?"
Three hours later...
Cyborg lay on the slanted table that served as his bed, recharging peacefully. He was suddenly jolted awake when a bundle of cloth was tossed at his chest. His human eye snapped open, and he immediately recognized the figure standing over him.
"You ready to save the world, Cy?"
"Beast Boy? What do you think you're doin'?" he picked up the cloth, unfurled it to reveal it as a gray coverall, "What's this?"
"Your cloaking suit. We're goin' on the offensive. We're gonna attack the power station!"