Beast Boy entered the living room and glanced around as the others filed in behind him. The entire tower was dead-silent, something very unusual. Not even the sounds of Robin's rapid typing as he 'researched' or the thuds of his training sessions broke the strange quiet.

"Hell-oooo?" the changeling called, frowning. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked from left to right, but there was no sign of their leader.

"Perhaps he has been called away on a mission?" Starfire suggested. Cyborg shook his head. "He would've called us. Come on." The four of them travelled deeper into the large room. It had never looked so ominous. Suddenly a sound made them all jump. Cyborg led the way around to the couch, blaster at the ready .. and gaped.

Robin was lying on the couch, his cape wrapped around him as if cold, on his belly. His limbs were clutching the fabric of the cushions tightly and even through the mask they could tell his expression was not a happy one. The noise came again; now it was recognizable as a soft cough of sorts. "Duuuude," Beast Boy said loudly, "Robin's asleep... on the sofa... am I the only one who sees something wrong with that picture?" He was met with no answer, but it obvious what he was insinuating. It was true.. their leader rarely slept at all anyway, and even if he did, it was locked up in his room, away from anyone who just might decide to remove that mask of his.

The Boy Wonder loosened his grip on the sofa cushions and raised his head. "G..guys?" His voice was masked by a dry cough. Raven elbowed Beast Boy with a sullen expression. "You woke him up," she whispered pointedly. The spiky-haired teenager pushed himself into sitting position and gazed bleakly at them. "Nice to see you. How'd it go?" A small smile flickered onto his face. "What'd you end up ordering, anyway?"

"Err..."

Robin stared. "Something wrong?"

"We were only wondering why you were sleeping there, friend Robin!" Starfire announced cheerfully. To this, he looked down at his feet. "..I didn't actually notice it get dark, but yes, I suppose I was sleeping." None of the other Titans failed to notice he avoided the actual question.

Starfire floated over to his side and joined him on the couch with a smile. The others followed suit. "Awesome!" Beast Boy said, "We should totally watch a movie. Wicked Scary: 3, or--"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Titans, trouble!" Robin stood up, stumbling slightly, but his face was determined. He was met with an awkward silence. Finally, it was broken by an amused-looking Beast Boy. "Dude, you had a headache... you crashed on the couch... you probably-"

"I'm fine," he growled.

As the lead Titan stormed out of the tower, the others right behind him, Beast Boy lagged behind a bit. His eyes were narrowed. "Man!" he groaned, "Why am the one always getting interrupted?"

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"Hhah!" A fist connected with Cinderblock's head with a resounding crack! Robin staggered back, wincing and gripping his now-limp hand tightly. "Stupid, stupid.." he muttered to himself, "He's made of solid rock.. don't try punching him without pre-.." He realized then he was talking to no one but himself.

It wasn't like him to be so stupid; the headache was clouding his mind...

The others had left him to go after the other enemy. Somehow, his brain wouldn't supply a name.. WHAM! He was hit hard, tumbling backwards and sliding to a stop over 20 feet away.

His muscles ached. Okay, he thought reluctantly, Something is seriously wrong with me.. got to get help... He managed to retrieve his communicator as Cinderblock thundered towards him. But as he turned it on and started transmission, his body was wracked by a fit of coughing. The solid rock villain charged straight into him, sending him rolling away again with a soft grunt of pain. He clutched tightly to the communicator.

Voices erupted from it. "Robin?" "Dude!!" "Hold on, man!" He gritted his teeth and spoke quickly. "I need back-up. Now!"

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Falling to his doom, poor flightless birdie