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"Richard Grayson, room 213?" Dick smiled, just as he had every other time he identified himself as such instead of Robin. The clerk took his card, scanned it, and nodded.

"Yep. You're clear. And it's suite 213. All the suites are on the third floor," She corrected. He nodded, thanked her, and with that he was off, suitcase in hand.

This had to have been Raven's doing… She must have noticed my behavior and taken a look around. I hope they'll be alright without me. Wait, I'm not even supposed to be concerning myself with the Teen Titans. C'mon, Rich! This is YOUR week!" He berated himself as the elevator rose

Suddenly, the elevator gave a lurch, causing Rich to take a tumble. Getting back up, he realized the elevator had somehow stalled. "And just before my floor, too," He muttered. He jumped up, kicked off the wall, and punched through the ceiling of the elevator, coming to a crouching position on top of it.

Reaching down, he grasped his grappling hook. Or rather, he tried and failed to. Realization hit him as he found it missing: He didn't have his utility belt. No grappling hook for him. Sighing, he looked around. He didn't even have his communicator, for cryin' out loud!

Whipping out his cell phone, he tried to remember the Tower's number. Surely one of them could come by and fix the elevator. He was just about to dial when the elevator lurched forward again. As it moved, Rich heard the horrible sound of one of the cables snapping. "Oh, shit," He stated simply.

Sighing, he slumped against one of the walls. "This is just stupid," He said to no one. "Not even a day out of the Tower as a non-superhero and I'm quite possibly going to die. I fight the incarnate of all evil and come out victorious, yet an elevator can beat me. Makes a lot of sense," He sighed again.

What if he didn't make it out of the elevator? What were his last words to the Titans? "So much that I didn't do, that I should have done… Hell, this week will, or should, be Starfire's chance to get to know me as I am for once," He spoke aloud again. He tried the cell phone again, but to no avail.

"Come on… Anyone who's listening. God, Azar, X'hal, I seriously don't care, just don't let this elevator fall," He prayed. He felt rather stupid praying to three different entities, but he was desperate.

When nothing happened, he rolled his eyes. Whatever. Hopefully the hotel will have realized that this thing is jammed and called the repair man in, He thought as he looked up at the hole he had made. "C'mon, you piece of crap!" He yelled, mashing buttons. He growled when nothing happened. Then he heard another cable snap.

"Okay, Dick, calm down. The more you move, the faster those things will break," He reasoned, taking a seat on the floor.

"Oh…has something happened to him?" Starfire was worried. She was supposed to meet him at the door of his hotel room, and he was taking an extremely long time to reach his destination. "Maybe he went to eat. I shall check the restaurant area of this building," She decided.

Reaching the food court, she saw no sign of Richard. She did, however, see a variety of enticing items that she simply must try. Taking about five minutes to devour a salami sandwich, three slices of cheesecake and an entire bottle of mustard, she left everyone stunned as she exited the room.

"Oooh…I think I may have consumed too much…" She groaned as she made her way back up the stairs to his room. Yes, the stairs. It had never occurred to her that the building might have elevators. Not good for her boyfriend in his current situation.

"Maybe the swimming area? But I feel unable to move… Perhaps I shall wait a few moments," She told herself, taking a seat in front of Richard's door. Then she got an idea. Whipping out her communicator, she dialed it up.

"What's up, Star?" Beast Boy's voice came over the speaker.

"Is there any one way to help relieve oneself of the sick of stomach? I believe you may have experience in this area," She pleaded. Beast Boy raised an eyebrow.

"Er… not really. Why?" He asked.

"I believe I have exceeded my stomach capacity, and am feeling most uncomfortable as a result," Starfire explained. Beast Boy's face instantly lit up in realization.

"OH! You mean THAT kind of sick. Eh, try laying on your stomach. Always seems to help me. And if all else fails, there are restrooms in places like those. Any sign of Ro- er, Richard?" He asked.

"No, which is rather worrying me. I am sure he will show soon, though. I will try your suggestions, friend. Thank you!" She chirped before cutting the connection and immediately assuming a position on the floor next to Richard's room on her stomach.

"Man, I bet Starfire's really starting to get worried about me," Richard muttered. He shook his head and just sat, afraid to move in case another cable would break. Closing his eyes, he began to lose himself in thought again.

Robin would have been out of here by now…He thought. Then he realized that somehow, in a strange sort of way, he actually liked being stuck in the elevator shaft. It reminded him that he was no longer Robin, no longer the superhero that would have simply used a grappling hook by now.

Oddly enough, he smiled. For now, for the week, he was just an average citizen, a guy prone to Murphy's Law just like everyone else. And it felt good. It felt good not to have his communicator, to not be on constant call to fight. It felt good to not have his weapons, though he did feel somewhat vulnerable simply because he was so used to them.

Feeling his phone vibrate, he picked it up and grinned. Answering it, he put it to his ear. "Hey, Raven," He greeted. Even though he couldn't see her face like he was used to, he could imagine her cocked eyebrow as she wondered why he was calling so soon.

"Uhm, hi. Why are you calling already? And if you say you're checking up on us, I guarantee that you will not like the result," She warned. He laughed.

"Actually, I have a small problem. See, the elevator in the Hilton kind of… well, it's stuck. And I can't get to my floor since I don't have my-"

"You mean, Robin's grappling hook?" She corrected him. He laughed again.

"Yeah, that. So, erm, I need some help getting out of here," He admitted sheepishly. He could hear the others attempting to hold back laughter, and even Raven's voice was straining from the effort.

"Okay, we- we'll be there in a min-min-minute," She managed out, her lips quivering and her cheeks hurting from the teeth that were sank in. Dick frowned.

"You people can't be mature about anything, can you?" He asked. He heard Raven put down the phone and snort, yes, snort, before she picked it back up. "You think I didn't hear that?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry. But it's just…just…" She finally lost it and threw the phone to Terra as she buried her face in the couch in an attempt to muffle the uproar.

Dick was not amused. "Terra, just call Starfire and get her to lift this thing up to my floor so we can get the repairmen on it," He told her before cutting the connection. He smiled ruefully. "I guess it is somewhat amusing. Still…" He shook his head and waited. Sure enough minutes later his car began to rise with a lurch as something, or rather someone, connected with the bottom.

"Thanks, Star," He said as she finished setting the elevator car in place. She smiled.

"It is not a problem, Richard. But I do request one favor in return," She said sternly, surprising Dick.

"Really? I mean, what's that?" He stuttered, taken aback.

"If you are to drop your superhero persona for this week, then I demand that you call me by name as well," She told him simply. Dick frowned, confused.

"But 'Starfire' IS your name, isn't it?" He asked. She gave him a look that sent a very clear message.

"You know what I mean, Dick," She told him with a hint of a smile. A look of understanding crossed Dick's face.

"Oh! You want me to call you Koriand'r?" He asked. She beamed and nodded. "Alright, it's settled. For this week, we're Richard Grayson and Koriand'r…erm, what's your last name?" He realized that he had never known this bit of information: He knew that Raven was Rachel Roth, Beast was Garfield Logan, Cyborg was Victor Stone and Terra was Tara Markov, but he had never thought about his girlfriend's name.

"That is my last name. On my planet, the apostrophe marks one's bloodline. So 'Koriand'r' is both a first and last name. The 'R' on the end marks my status as Tamaranian royalty," She told him. He nodded.

"Interesting. You know, I realized something while I was in that elevator," He told her, turning to look at her as they reached his room.

"What's that?" She asked, curious.

"Well, being stuck in there without my - well, Robin's - grappling hook annoyed me at first. Then I realized that it was kind of nice, being completely normal and having to wait for the Teen Titans to save me for once. Weird as it sounds, on some level I liked being helpless. It made me feel…normal," He admitted. Koriand'r nodded, always interested to hear his insights, to learn more about him.

"Well, I guess this is it until tomorrow?" Dick asked. Koriand'r nodded and smiled. Embracing, they gave each other a quick kiss before heading their separate ways. Just as he entered his room, he turned around. "Hey," He caught her attention, causing her to turn back.

"Yes, Dick?" She replied.

"Good night, Kori," He told her before closing his door. She smiled accepting the nickname.

"Good night, Dick. Do not let the insects that reside in the sleeping furniture attack you," She told him, purposely elongating the term.

"A video diary?" Richard picked it up. It was obviously Cyborg's- it looked exactly like his tech. It had a note attached to it.

Use this if you want. Maybe record your week so you can watch it the next time you're feeling like you are, or show the video to your Tamaranian kids.

-Cyborg-

Robin blushed and silently cursed Cyborg. Sitting on the hotel bed, he turned the camera on.

"Alright, so tomorrow marks the start of Robin's death. First off, I'd to say to Cyborg," He paused and made an obscene gesture. "Seriously, your kids are gonna be like, cyber-magicians or something. Anyway, I got stuck in the hotel elevator on my way up. Kori- that's my name for Starfire now, show for Koriand'r- had to help me out. I got laughed at by the other Titans," He added with a frown.

"That's about it for today. I'll talk more later, but for now I'm beat," He finished. With that, he reached up and stopped recording.

"I STILL say someone should keep guard, just in case," Terra said. Raven sighed.

"Dick can take care of himself. Besides, he's free of the Titans for a week, remember? He's not supposed to have any interaction with us. He has to find himself again, and if he's still in communication with us, it'll hinder him," She explained.

"I'll do it," Beast Boy spoke suddenly.

All heads turned towards him. "Huh?" The always eloquent Sam said.

"I said, I'll do it. I can keep guard without ever being seen," He said simply. Raven sighed. On one hand, she really just wanted to leave Dick alone. On the other, her boyfriend was right; he could be a just-in-case without being noticed at all.

"Alright…" She finally conceded. Beast Boy smirked.

"Chalk another one up for me!" He said cheerily. Raven frowned. She couldn't let him get too cocky about his small victory.

"Oh? How exactly did you win? By volunteering to go keep watch on Richard, who quite possibly sleeps commando?" She asked with a smirk. Beast Boy blanched as everyone else began to laugh.

"I-I-It's not like I'll be LOOKING!" He protested.

"You know, to quote you from last night, 'Me thinks he doth protest too much," Raven put her fingers in the air as quotations, keeping the smirk clear on her face. Beast Boy now went red, not replying. Instead, he simply morphed into a falcon and flew out the door.

"That's just plain evil," Cyborg commented. Raven rolled her eyes.

"Hey, he needed to be knocked down a peg. That just happens to be my specialty," She replied as she left the room.

Beast Boy was now a fly, as insects were the only creatures small enough to go undetected in the room.

Just stare at the wall, He told himself. This was extremely boring, however. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. A very risky, a quite possibly fatal idea. His wings buzzing, he flew down to Dick's sheets. Please GOD be wearing some sort of incriminating underwear or something, He prayed. With that, he morphed into a jellyfish and whipped the sheets up.

Oh, God how he wished jellyfish could laugh. He was, thankfully, wearing pajamas. Pajamas that were emblazoned with the Teen Titans logo, as well as the five original Titans: Himself, Robin, Cyborg, Raven and Starfire. And unfortunately, Starfire was in a very bad position. Morphing back to a fly, he zoomed over to the video diary. Grabbing one of the seven DVDs that Richard had, he removed the disc containing Robin's recording and slipped in the new one.

Tiptoeing over, he turned the camera and its light on. Blocking the light with his hand so it revealed only the pajamas, he let the camera record every inch of the pajamas, particularly Starfire. Grinning, he carefully replaced the camera, switched the discs back out, and set his disc on the windowsill. Then he morphed back to fly, eager for morning to come so he could fly off with his blackmail.

He was still imagining what would happen when he got back to the Tower when he saw Dick's room door open. Eyes widening, he zoomed under the bed and went falcon, giving him night vision.

Still, he could not make out details. He saw a figure enter the room and move over to Robin, who had pulled the covers back onto himself. Silently, he went snake and slithered out from under the bed, getting behind the unknown person. Just as the figure bent down, Beast Boy turned into a tiger and, with the lithe grace and silence that came with the jungle cat, knocked the figure over the bed and out the window Beast Boy had opened to fly out of in the morning.

Once in the night air, Beast Boy turned into a gorilla and landed a heavy hit to the person. S/he gave a grunt and tried to swing back, but he turned into a fly to duck. Next he went raptor, scoring a deep bite into the enemy's shoulder, causing him/her to shout in pain. From the voice, Beast Boy decided he was fighting a girl. A girl whose short, shoulder-length hair he had bit into with her shoulder. A girl that was now hissing "Azarath, Metrion, ZINTHOS!"

Beast Boy's eyes widened as he dodged Azarathian energy, morphing into a falcon and catching air. He rose to face his opposition, whom he could see quite clearly now was none other than his girlfriend. In a flash he understood. She had wanted to check not on Richard, but him, to ensure that he wasn't doing exactly what he had been doing.

Raven hovered in the air now, grasping her right shoulder in pain as she healed it. Putting her fingers to her face, she saw her own blood, causing her to glare at who she could now see was he boyfriend.

"Erm…" Beast Boy began.