-Garfield-

Cyborg had changed quite a bit since the old days of the Teen Titans. For one thing, he wasn't quite the clunky old robot that Gar remembered him as. Gone were the days of his blue, cybernetic veins cycling coolant through his body. No, Cyborg had made upgrades to himself, and they did wonders not only for his appearance but for his self esteem. Cy had told Garfield that himself...

When he took his job with the Justice League, he had unlimited space to work on and upgrade himself. He upgraded the Watchtower as well. Gar had heard that a lot of it was running on his systems now. With his body, he decided to ditch the mechanical parts that made him look so inhuman, and went for some kind of nano machines. Garfield didn't really know how they worked, but the way Cyborg explained it made it seem pretty complex but totally cool.

His flesh, while still a metallic grey in most areas, was now smooth to the touch. It even felt like real skin, until Cy flexed and made the armor as hard as steel. The nano machines also allowed Cyborg to transform parts of his body. His arm no longer had to lock a plasma cannon into place from inside a hidden compartment. Instead it just transformed into one. He could also create swords, hammers and daggers. Gar had even seen him create hook arms for climbing.

The thing he was most proud of however was his cloaking tech. He managed to reinstate the tech from his days as Stone, his old cover within the H.I.V.E. Academy, into the suit himself. Now he just had to think about looking normal and his body would shape to a point where it seemed as if nothing ever happened to him.

At the moment though, Cy looked pretty battle ready. He really only used the cloak for off time, specifically when he wanted to blend into a crowd. He had on his metallic exterior, his left eye a burning red of electric light.

Gar jumped up to attention when he saw his old buddy descending from Wonder Woman's jet, his face alight with affection for his old brother in arms. Gar met him at the bottom of the platform, jumping into his arms with a brotherly hug. Cyborg answered the hug back with a hearty laugh, "Haha! Good to see ya little buddy!"

"Cy, you don't know how much I missed ya pal... Grumpy ol' Nightwing's 'Batman' routine was seriously runnin' thin dude..."

Nightwing approached the two with a smile, a curious Batwoman in tow, "Alright, enough." He took Cyborg's hand in his own in firm grip, "It's good to see you again, Cyborg."

"Man, I had heard you three were gettin' into some trouble, but I had no idea you guys were gettin' this deep." Cyborg stated, his arm around Garfield's shoulders. Gar led the big bear over to Batwoman.

"Cy, this is Batwoman. Batwoman, I wantcha to meet an old friend. One who goes back to the days of Teen Titans. Red, this is Cyborg."

Batwoman smiled pleasantly, giving the large robot a nod and taking his hand, "Good to finally meet you."

"Likewise..." Cyborg smirked, putting on his charm. Gar wondered if he'd have to save Cy some embarrassment of barking up that tree, but Kate played it all in stride. She gave a pleasant giggle, giving the guy a big smile.

"Sorry to interrupt the festivities," A stern Wonder Woman said approaching the four, "But what's the status on the package?"

Wonder Woman looked as pretty as she did on TV. Her armor had changed over the years though. She didn't really look like a super hero anymore, but more of a warrior. Gar could remember when she had on nothing but a leotard, and he spent a good bit of his adolescence fawning over those exposed legs. Now, that skin was covered in grey, scaled armor. The colors of her suit were faded, a dark red and a bronze instead of gold. On her hip was an actual sword. She kept the tiara though, and her trademark whip... But yeah, she looked like quite the soldier now.

Nightwing became all business, "No damage done to the package. I think we were able to dispatch the crew without them catching wise that we were supers. No evidence of our presence was left behind, and there shouldn't be any security footage of our entry if my jammer worked as designed." He pulled a small electronic device from his utility belt, tossing it to Wonder Woman. "Unfortunately..."

"What?" She asked, catching it within her powerful grip.

"We ran into an old problem. An old H.I.V.E. Member, Mammoth, was in the crew. He didn't make us, and he isn't very smart, but if he puts two and two together we might have a problem."

Wonder Woman just nodded, "Good to know. You didn't have to tell me you guys messed up, but I appreciate the honesty."

Nightwing flinched. He didn't ever like admitting that he 'messed up,' and he was sure the group didn't this time. It was a unforeseen problem that the three had no control over, yet Nightwing held his tongue. Gar could sense the tension about the group, and lifted his hand to scratch under his chin, "So... What exactly did we steal?"

Nightwing and Wonder Woman looked to him like he just asked the dumbest question in the world. What? Didn't they work hard for this snatch? Why couldn't they know about it?

Batwoman backed Gar up, "Yeah, I'd like to know too..."

Cyborg looked to Wonder Woman, seemingly trying to appeal to her, and she gave a sigh, "Fine. Not here though. Let's go back to the Watchtower."

That seemed to make Nightwing, Changeling and Batwoman all stop dead in their tracks. The Watchtower? Garfield had never been up there. He had heard the rumors: How it was a sanctuary for the super powered. The UN had been in talks of making the Watchtower its own individual state, but there was concern over the supposed 'death cannon' that was built into the space station. Garfield figured it was a legitimate concern.

"Uhm, are we allowed to go? Garfield asked, looking up to Cyborg.

Cy smiled down to Gar, "Of course you are. Wondy and I are on the round table. If we say it's ok, then it is."

"Don't call me Wondy..."

Garfield looked to Nightwing, like he did in most of these situations. Nightwing was still the leader of the three, and his word was law in Gar's eyes. He was the one who kept him alive these past four years after all. A feat hard to do for a crime fighter in Gotham. He could tell there was conflict within Nightwing though. Batman had broken away from the league, and Gar knew that Nightwing shared some of the Bat's reservations about the space station. In all honesty, Gar would love to go up and see the space station. Not even as a debriefing, but just to satisfy that inner kid that still lingered inside him. Who gets the chance to see a space station filled with the world's mightiest heroes?

Garfield glanced to Batwoman, and that glance led Nightwing to look at her as well. Batwoman couldn't really hold a passive look. She bit her lip at the possibility of going.

"Alright. We will go." Nightwing finally agreed, giving a small smile. Gar wondered if he could just sense the desire in the air between his two teammates.

Garfield couldn't help but strike the air with a satisfied punch, "Yes! This'll be awesome."

Garfield pressed his forehead against the air tight window as the ship broke past the Earth's atmosphere. There was a shake of turbulence as the jet struggled with the planet's gravity to slip into deep space. He watched as the night sky suddenly became space itself, and the stars seemed so much brighter from the hazy, pollution soaked sky Gotham offered them in. Gar did indeed feel like a kid again, giving Batwoman a nudge with his elbow as he saw the Watchtower approach in the distance.

She planted her chin against his shoulder, smiling out the window with him. Gar figured she felt the same way.

"So, what's in the package?" Nightwing asked, sitting with his arms crossed. All business.

Wonder Woman and Cyborg glanced at each other, then Cy spoke up, "Kryptonite rounds for a heavy machine gun."

…

Garfield and Kate both turned away from their view to look towards Cyborg.

"Oh." Even Nightwing seemed surprised.

"Yeah, this was a huge risk man... Supes had ya'lls record though, and Bats and I convinced him you guys could get it done. This all had to be done in secrecy though. If Lex is developing Kryptonite ammunition, it's for one reason and one reason only... Unfortunately, seeing as what ya'll just did was corporate theft, we can't really show this to anybody and have Lex indicted. And Lex is pretty popular State side in terms of political power."

"With any nation, the need for espionage is needed. Supers need to strengthen their resolve against any state who may try to strike at us." Wonder Woman chimed in, still focused on flying.

"Yeah... Wondy's a bit more Nationalist on this matter then I am, but she's right. The best offense is a good defense, and the best defense is one you don't see comin'. Hence: You guys."

"We've appreciated the constant help The Oprhans have given us. Don't think this isn't getting you anywhere in terms of standing with the league." Wonder Woman added in.

The Orphans...

That's what their little rag tag group had been calling themselves, but it was barely known outside the three and some officials on the Watchtower; Wonder Woman included it seemed... They wouldn't be a very good covert ops team if they were well known. Garfield had no doubt in his mind that the round table knew all of the Orphan's dirty little secrets. Probably even their identities... Hell, someone had to know Nightwing's true identity. Batman had to at least. How would he have gotten such intense and on hands training if he didn't?

Garfield bet that someone high up in the U.S. Military had probably heard of them too, seeing as how they had an official file. (According to Cyborg.) Nightwing even entertained the idea of taking on some military contracts from time to time; If they seemed like they would help the good fight and didn't involve killing.

"Does a good defense include a death ray?" Nightwing muttered.

That brought on a silence as quiet as space as Cyborg frowned at him, "Come on man...We've talked about this."

"Yeah, and I find it kind of ironic how you're speaking of defending yourself against other nations when yours is out gunning all the others. They may have tolerated your 'last resort' back when the Justice League was a group dedicated to protecting people, but ever since you all have gone rogue-"

"We haven't gone rogue! We're still helping the planet, but as an entity as large as the Justice League, we have to keep self preservation on our sights at all times. Why do you think we built the T Tower out on the ocean-"

"The T Tower was different! It was localized, standing for something that people could hope for, but at the same time not feel oppressed by-"

"Enough." Wonder Woman said, looking back to Nightwing with a frown. "We all know of the Bat and his Children's disapproval of what the League has become. Your complaint has been noted... Robin."

That must have stung. Nightwing took the final lashing with his mouth closed, crossing his arms. Gar had to admit, he looked pretty child-like in that moment. Garfield wondered if he had taken lectures like that before. It was probably why he gave so many out to the rest of the group.

Cyborg didn't seem to like where the conversation led by the looks of it. He looked out the window into space, letting the silence overcome them.

Garfield looked back to Kate, who just shrugged. She then rested her head on his shoulder, her white eyes closing from behind her dark mask. Gar figured she wanted to get some Zzz's in before landing, which wouldn't be long now. Fine by Garfield. The three had a long night, and he had to admit he was feeling the strain as well. It would be good to catch some sleep up on the Watchtower.

Kate never cared much for League politics, and to be honest most of it was outside of Garfield's understanding. Kate always said, 'I'm just here to serve,' and Gar always liked that. He wondered if he could adapt the same slogan, forgoing all the political bullshit that dragged with being a super hero these days. He liked the idea of just being there when the people needed him. He wasn't saving whole cities or stopping super villains, but he hoped the people street level could appreciate his efforts, however futile they may have seen in the dark, twisted city of Gotham...

Landing Wonder Woman's jet took longer than Garfield would have liked. It seemed, just from observation, that the Watchtower had some serious security paranoia. The three were scanned, patted down, and then given a small briefing on what or wasn't acceptable on the station. Garfield was surprised to find non-supers operating as staff, each armed with a high powered assault rifle. Things had changed...

Once inside though, Garfield marveled at the large space the station provided. The Orphans walked out into the main hall, looking up towards the multitude of computer consoles and TV screens that circled around the big hall. At the center was the Martian Manhunter, giving directions and pointing towards men with orders.

Garfield smirked, calling up at him, "What's up my green homie! Green power." He then lifted a fist to the alien in solidarity.

Manhunter just stared at him blankly, blinking... He then raised a halfhearted fist with him.

Garfield received a light smack on the back of his head for his antics, and he turned to give a toothy grin to Cyborg who was trying to contain his laughter, though scolding him at the same time, "Knock it off... These are serious dudes, and I don't need you kids underminin' me." He said, nodding towards a side door. "We got to debrief you guys at some point, but if you wanna wait till morning..."

"YES dude... Red and I are exhausted." Gar said, looking back to Batwoman. She looked as if she were having trouble standing with her sleepiness.

Nightwing looked annoyed, "Team, we really should debrief as soon as we can-

"Nah Nightwing, it's cool. Cides, it wouldn't be the full staff. Most of the round table are already in bed or on patrol. We usually meet for morning briefs around 9 AM Eastern Time. Plus, B-man wanted to be here for the debrief, so he's beaming up tomorrow." Cyborg said, giving him a pat on the back. "Thing is though... We don't really got guest rooms."

"Couldn't we sleep in your room, dude?" Garfield asked.

"I sleep on a slab, remember?"

"Oh yeah... Yeah, that wouldn't be comfortable."

"Nah, it wouldn't." Cyborg thought for a moment, looking to Wonder Woman. She was looking over the stolen crate, going over it with Watchtower Customs and giving it the initial quarantine test. It would stay locked in a little room outside the main hall until it passed said test. "Yo Wondy. Where can my friends sleep?"

Wonder Woman turned to him and frowned, giving a sigh, "I'm going to be up most the night making sure this thing isn't toxic or going to explode. I guess they can sleep in my room." She then approached Nightwing, drawing a key card from her belt. She placed it in his hand, looking into his eyes with a grim furrow of her brow. "Not one thing out of place..." She then glanced to Batwoman, "And give her the bed. You two sleep on the couch and the floor."

Batwoman smirked at that, sticking her tongue out at Gar playfully. Garfield laughed, rolling his eyes at the sudden girl power flux in the room.

Nightwing just nodded, taking the pass.

The three were led by Cyborg towards Wonder Woman's room, Cyborg going on and on about JL politics with Nightwing. The two other Orphans were already pretty tired of this discussion, and hung back from the two to whisper, "Christ, it's like I'm watching the news..." Garfield mumbled.

"I know what you mean..." Batwoman said with a yawn.

"So?"

"Hm?" Batwoman asked, looking towards Garfield.

"Would ya?"

"Hit it?" She asked with a smirk, peeking back towards the hall where Wonder Woman was still standing. "That's a tough one... I feel like she'd break me in half."

"That's gotta be an experience though. You gotta hit it just to say you did." The two laughed as they turned the corner, approaching the quarters.

Along the way, they passed a number of Supers. Green Arrow, Booster Gold and even one of the Green Lanterns. Gar thought it was the original, the round table one, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't help but be a bit giddy as he passed them, feeling the need arise to say something to each, but then chickening out at the last moment.

When they finally reached Wonder Woman's room, Cyborg gave them each a good night, "Alright, like I said, you gotta be up at 9 AM for the brief." He then looked to Garfield, "That means you too my man..."

"We get up at 5 AM to do training drills, dude." Garfield replied.

Cyborg laughed, thinking it was a joke. His laughter then slowed when he realized no one else was laughing, "Jesus Nightwing, you sure turned them into some proper soldiers."

"It was how I was trained." Nightwing said, sliding the key to open the door.

The three stepped inside Woman Woman's room. It was decorated lightly, a few paintings of her Amazonian home, as well as some ancient looking pottery. Looked pretty bland to Garfield, but he could see a pretty broad smile on Batwoman's face as she entered the room. Mainly it was because of the bed, which was big and wide.

"Sure you don't wanna share?" Garfield asked, giving a snicker as she hopped up on it.

"No way." She said, reaching up to her head and pulling off her wig. The long, beautiful, tumbling tresses of blood red hair fell to her lap. In their place was a military cut, short yet still girlish, and still just as red. She looked up to Gar who just shrugged, morphing into a dog and curling up at the edge of the bed. The canine looked up to Nightwing and Cyborg, who were staring at Kate.

"What?" She asked, looking perplexed.

"That's not your real hair?" Nightwing asked. If Garfield could smile as a dog, he would be now. Instead he panted, looking up towards Nightwing.

"Nah man. One pull and it's all over. You telling me yours is real?"

Nightwing scratched his head in embarrassment. Cyborg laughed loudly, hand planting his face as he walked away from the doorway and disappeared from their sight, "Night guys! Ahahahaha..." His laughs faded into the distance.

Batwoman snickered, falling back on the bed and crawling towards the pillows.

-Dick-

Dick Grayson couldn't sleep. The couch wasn't uncomfortable... In fact, it was fine. It's just he had too many things on his mind. Garfield didn't know it, and Kate didn't really care, but the world was changing. Cyborg was a fool to think otherwise. There was an influx of Supers, people with super powers, and Dick wasn't sure if this new world would accept them. They had already pushed the Justice League to the edge, forcing them to try and declare the Watchtower as a lone state. Dick thought that was ridiculous. How was a group dedicated to protecting mankind supposed to maintain that image with the moves they were making now? It was like they were asking for war.

That's what really kept Dick up at night. The aspect of war was growing slowly day by day, and though his comrades didn't realize it, it would be bad for all meta humans. Not just meta humans either. Those without super powers who joined the League as just regular humans with ambition... They'd have to make a choice. Fight with the League? Or fight for the world...

Dick sighed, turning over to face the other direction. He could feel the light of a screen cast upon him, and he opened his eyes to see both Garfield and Kate on Wonder Woman's computer console. He sat up, rubbing the sand from his eyes, making sure to keep his Harlequin mask in place. "What the hell are you two doing?" He asked, sitting up with a yawn.

"We are lookin' to see if the League Intel logs have anything on Raven." Garfield said, looking back to Dick.

"You already know the answer to that. Cyborg said the League has nothing on her location."

"Yeah," Batwoman whispered, peeking back with a smirk, "But Gar found an encrypted folder of League black files. These are designated specifically to Wonder Woman, Supes and Batman."

"We just need your crack to break into em'..." Garfield muttered, pulling a small flash drive from his utility belt. Dick regretted ever giving that to him, or teaching him basic code breaking for that matter. He jumped up, quickly darting to Changeling and grabbing him by the wrist.

"The hell you think you're doing? That thing may get you in, but after you break past the encryption League security is going to be all over your ass." Dick said with a frown.

"Come one dude..." Garfield whined, "What if they know something about Raven? What if they have some leads? It has been four years dude. We gotta find her..."

"Why? Why do you and Cy obsess with this so much? She's gone Garfield. Just like Star and all the others. She wanted to move on. Maybe she went back to Azarath, but it doesn't matter to us anymore because she's gone!"

"You think that! But we know Raven. She wouldn't just leave! She's been taken, or... She's been killed. I wanna know for sure! I wanna know if my friend is alive or dead! Don't you?"

Batwoman backed up as the two began to raise their voices. Dick looked to her with a growl, "What about you?"

Batwoman lifted her hands defensively, "Hey, I don't even know the chick. This is up to you two."

Dick turned back to Garfield. The two glared at each other. Nightwing usually had Gar by his reigns, able to reel him in and get him what he wanted to do. He liked that aspect of Garfield. His submissive nature got the job done and made it easier to give orders. What he was looking at now though... Was the Beast. Dick had seen this side of Gar on a few occasions, none of them good, but what stood out was the determination. Garfield was determined to find their comrade Raven, and he wasn't going to let the threat of being kicked out from the tower stop him. No matter what Dick said...

Nightwing released his wrist, giving a sigh, "Fine. Do what you have to... But when Wonder Woman finds us out and we're kicked out, don't come crying to me cause you didn't get to see the game room or some stupid shit."

Garfield smirked, happy with his win. Nightwing turned away in annoyance as Batwoman came back to Garfield's side. She leaned on his shoulder, watching as Garfield connected the drive to the USB port. Nightwing watched from the corner of his eye. If there were any security protocols he didn't know about, he wanted to make sure he was quick enough to push Gar from his chair and get them out.

"We're in..." Garfield muttered, quickly clicking on the keyboard.

Nightwing breathed a sigh of relief, turning away from the two. He'd let them look, and when they found nothing he'd give them a lecture on proper etiquette on being guests of the League. Dick strolled over towards a long mirror on Wonder Woman's wall. He looked at his long hair with a frown. Maybe Kate was right... Maybe he should cut it-

"Holy shit dude..." Garfield whispered, a slight quiver in his voice.

"Can't be." Kate replied.

Nightwing quickly turned to them, approaching the 'hackers' with curiosity. There was an image on the screen...

It was a live feed of a medical room. The entire place was the color of white, surrounded by medical equipment and computers. White bed, white gurney, white walls and a white counter... There was a girl floating above her bed, face up. She was pale, her purple hair reaching down well past her shoulders. It was... It was Raven. She had aged, not in a way that made her seem older, but more beautiful. She had to have been around 19 now. She looked to be in a deep, peaceful sleep... But... It was her.

"W-where is this?" Dick asked, feeling his legs quiver a bit from the shock. He couldn't believe it. They had found her.

"Here." Squeaked Changeling.

"What do you mean here?"

"I mean HERE. On the Watchtower. Nightwing... She's been here the entire time."