I was jolted from my sleep by that annoying alarm. What decent villain would be up at this hour? Couldn't we just let the police handle it for once?
One scary thought- Beastboy's idea of a prank. I swear; if Beastboy has anything to do with this, I will send his scrawny, green little butt to another dimension. With this cheerful thought, I materialized into the command center.
The look on Star's face erased any doubts about the veracity of the situation.
"Hey Star, why the long face?" Beastboy cracks himself up. "Have I told you guys that one about the horse and the bartender?"
"Not now, little dude. Can't you tell that this is serious?" Cyborg, ever the voice of reason. Actually Starfire does seem a little shaken up, and Robin, the only one who was ever any good at calming her down, is taking an awful long time getting here.
"Friends," Stars says, choking back her tears. "It seems we were not good enough for Robin. It seems that he has… left." With these last words, she throws a piece of paper on the table, and leaves silently. Cyborg, the closest to the table, reads the paper aloud. Within a few words, my worries disappear. This wasn't written by Robin, I can tell. Before I reveal this to the others however, I want to check out his room.
I travel through the walls to his room, carefully avoiding being seen. His room is as I suspected. While to most, the room appears clean, I can see what they cannot; the presence of evil. This room is practically dripping in it. I also find traces of monitoring equipment which is now presumably on Starfire's clothing.
She cannot be involved in the rescue effort. She has to believe in the letter, the clean room, the sting of betrayal.
We need a plan, and nobody is better for bouncing ideas off of than Cyborg.