Wow, you guys really liked the whole shark-coconut thing way more than I expected. That's fantastic! I'm really impressed by the responses I've gotten just with the first chapter, and I hope you like this one as much as the previous.

Also, for anyone who might've been alerted to an update on this chapter, I was just deleting a paragraph of random letters and words that had been brought to my attention. I'm fairly certain FanFiction just decided to mess with me on that one seeing as I never created that particular paragraph.

Enjoy!

Raven was not happy being pulled out of her meditation by the second strongest wave of fright she'd felt all day, but her annoyance vanished when she realized the emotion was coming from the medical bay. She dropped down from her cross-legged stance onto her bed, and teleported to the infirmary door without a second more wasted.

She didn't bother knocking and walked right in to see Beast Boy sitting up in a cot and holding his neck, ears pressed back against his head. Cyborg was asking repeatedly for his best friend to tell him what was going on, but the green boy wasn't answering. The door shut behind her, and the duo paused to glance at Raven. A sliver of hope appeared within Beast Boy's fear, but it was weighed down by the occasional sting of discomfort, and he mouthed something she couldn't make out.

Raven looked first to Cyborg. "What's wrong?"

"I wish I could tell you, but BB won't say anythin' to me." Cyborg crossed his arms. "The scans I ran on him while he was out showed up as normal. I mean, you healed his windpipe, so nothin' should be causin' a problem. I called Rob and Star, and they're on their way. I was just about to call you too, but you had good enough timin' to show up when you did."

Angling her body toward the bed, Raven walked over to the side of Beast Boy's mattress. He looked up at her with enormous, pleading eyes, and Raven examined him silently for a moment before lowering her hood. "Tell me what's wrong."

He couldn't! He couldn't speak! He couldn't even force sound out of his throat! Why didn't they understand that?! Beast Boy tensed his shoulders, trembling. When Raven had entered the room, he'd thought that she would know. She'd healed him, after all, and she was super smart. So why couldn't she figure it out?! Beast Boy sucked in a breath, pointing at his neck again, but Raven's emotionless expression hardly changed. He exhaled and inhaled again, finding his chest just a little bit tighter this time.

What if his friends couldn't figure out what was going on? What if there was something seriously wrong with him? What if he could never speak again?! He loved talking! He did it every day! What if he could never tell a joke again, or ask someone to pass the salt? What if he couldn't call someone on the communicator? What if he couldn't warn someone of danger? What if-if-?

Cyborg jumped with surprise as he noticed the spiking rate on the heart monitor hooked up to Beast Boy. "Whoa, what the-?" He rotated to Beast Boy. The shape-shifter was inhaling rapidly, his fingers tight around his neck and chest heaving.

He had to talk! He had to tell them, otherwise-otherwise they'd never figure out what was wrong! He had to say something! Baring his teeth, Beast Boy forced out a sound through his mouth. But no words left his lips, just a rough gasp, and a sharp, ripped feeling caught in his throat. His body convulsed, trying to cough out the pain and only serving to intensify it. Lightheadedness dizzied his vision, and he had to remember to breathe. Again he attempted to spit out the ache and failed, finding himself suddenly caught in a vicious cycle.

Raven realized it first. "He's panicking. Find a paper bag." She sat down beside him on the bed as the boy struggled to slow his thoughts and his breathing.

"Ya hear that, BB? Take a breath," Cyborg called, digging through the cabinets for a brown bag. Beast Boy tried, but the air rubbed at his raw throat and he wheezed again. "It'll sting, man, but you gotta breathe!" He didn't want to. He couldn't. It hurt too much. Every gasp, as precious as it was, felt as if shards of glass had been shattered about in his throat and were cutting into the soft tissue.

Through his watering eyes, Beast Boy saw Raven place her hands on his shoulders. Pale fingers brushed over his throat, the coarse pain jumping again at the contact, and Beast Boy nearly doubled over. Raven's hands caught him before he could move, and magic leaked from her skin to sooth his. The next gulp of air he inhaled hurt half as much as his previous, and the following was a dulled ache. Raven watched with concealed relief as his air intake slowly regulated again, and her indigo eyes trained his as Beast Boy calmed. Blinking the liquid from his lashes, he tried to thank her, but the pain rose in his esophagus again. Raven's healing helped him swallow it.

Cyborg finally found what Raven had requested and handed the desired item to her. She dipped her head in thanks and had Beast Boy hold the brown paper bag. "Breathe into this." He looked at her with slight confusion, his body shaking a little from before. "Just like you see people do on television when they're hyperventilating."

With a weak nod, Beast Boy did as his friend directed, and each breath came much easier after that. The sound of the crinkling bag filled the room for a while, and then Beast Boy lifted his eyes over the paper to see Raven watching him.

She moved her lips, her words low. "You can't speak, can you?"

Relief washed over him as someone finally understood, and his shoulders sagged as his fear vanished. He didn't have to answer her as the expression on his face was response enough, and Cyborg stared at Beast Boy with an open mouth as Raven turned toward the robotic Titan.

The soft hiss of the door distracted everyone for a few seconds, and Robin and Starfire stood in the entrance, taking in the scene. Robin cleared his throat after a moment of silence. "Would anyone mind telling us what happened here? Because Cyborg's vague message telling us to 'get down here' didn't explain much."

"You're the detective. I'm sure you could figure it out," Raven retorted.

Starfire flew to Beast Boy's side to make sure he was alright, and Robin walked in a little slower as Cyborg answered. "Well… Basically I guess, uh… BB can't speak."

Robin paused, his face unreadable, and looked to Raven. "I thought you healed him."

"I did." Raven stood straight beside Beast Boy's medical bed with her arms hidden behind her cloak. "Once my healing stops, I've either fixed the problem, or done as much as my powers allow. If there is damage that remains, I can't heal it." A spike of anxiety jumped off of the green boy next to her, and Raven glanced at him. The paper bag crumpled again.

Robin frowned. "So what can we do?"

"Here." Cyborg pulled up a picture on the computer screen, and everyone crowded around it except for Beast Boy who strained to see between their bodies from his cot. "I took a few x-rays and scans of his body when we got back. Since Raven said his windpipe was what had been damaged, I was focused only on the bone damage. I never thought to look at his vocal cords." He tapped the keyboard, and a few more clips appeared. A deep sigh escaped the biggest Titan's mouth. "And there it is."

Unable to see, Beast Boy inhaled before remembering his new restriction, and then after a pause threw another pillow at the group. Somehow it managed to hit Cyborg again, but the robotic teen didn't say anything concerning it and instead turned around.

"Basically…" Cyborg's eyebrow tilted up in apology. "You've got rips in your vocal cords. I'm sorry, B, but I dunno how long it'll take them to heal, or if they even will."

The blood seemed to freeze in Beast Boy's veins, and his mouth opened slightly, ears drooping. Raven showed a deep scowl. "This is ridiculous," she muttered before disappearing into a portal. The slight surprise the teens exchanged didn't distract Beast Boy for long. He scanned over his friends. Cyborg looked sympathetic, and Starfire had her hands clasped together with a sad expression on her face while Robin was deep in thought. Fear started another spin about Beast Boy's stomach again.

Raven reappeared in the center of the medical bay in a plume of magic, carrying a small pad of paper and a pen that she tossed onto Beast Boy's bed. His instant of confusion swept away as his eyes lit up, and he grabbed the writing utensil.

"I decided that he should have some way to tell us what he was thinking instead of pummeling me with his emotions," Raven stated in a dry tone when the others looked at her.

Beast Boy thrust the paper forward, and Robin accepted it. "He wants to know if he has to leave the Titans." Robin's voice rose in surprise, and he shook his head. "No, you won't have to. Just because you can't speak doesn't mean you can't fight. We'll figure something out."

"Why don't we call Jericho?" Cyborg suggested, resting his arm on the back of his chair. "He's a Titan and he can't speak, but he's managed."

"That's a good idea."

Starfire spoke up, placing her hand on Beast Boy's shoulder. "Please, are we going to assume there is nothing we can do to restore Beast Boy's voice?" Beast Boy nodded with her, signaling he wanted to know too. Everyone faced Raven.

Her eyebrow rose. "I wouldn't know. My magic allows me to heal; I don't know the technicalities."

"Cyborg?"

Cyborg grunted at Robin, running a metallic hand over his head. "Man, I dunno. Surgery would be my best guess, but seein' how the area around his windpipe is healed, I figure it'd be really hard to get to the vocal cords unless the doctors re-broke his bones…" Beast Boy shuddered, and the suggestion was dropped. Instead the green boy motioned to Raven, hopeful curiosity warming his mind. The earlier panic had settled, and his emotions were much calmer now. The paper bag had been set aside.

"You want me to try healing you again?" the empath guessed, and Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire looked surprised when Beast Boy moved his head in agreement. Raven ignored them. Deciphering his questions wasn't difficult when she could sense emotions. "I suppose it can't hurt to try."

Pressing her lips together, Raven sat on the edge of the mattress. She placed her hands on either side of his neck, careful not to rub the wrong way, and allowed her magic to probe within. Her fingers vibrated, crackling with a white-blue color. The healing light located the damage within seconds, soothing his vocal cords. The consistent burning pain present thus far in Beast Boy's emotions cooled, and Raven restored the harm until she felt dizzy weariness tug at her arms. She released her teammate.

"Don't try speaking," the girl warned, noticing Beast Boy's shoulders rise with the intake of breath. He froze. "You won't be able to."

The cheesy look on his face expressed all he would've said had he been able to speak. Raven rolled her eyes, standing, and Robin cleared his throat. "Well?"

"I could feel some of the tears in his vocal cords mending, but apparently I can only heal so much at one time before I become too drained," the empath explained. Beast Boy pointed at the pad of paper his leader held, and Robin handed it back. "His body hasn't had long enough to heal naturally yet. If I wait too long, his vocal cords may seal incorrectly, and there won't be any way for him to speak again, but if I try to heal him once or twice every day, there might be a way for me to help restore his voice. Might," she repeated.

Robin was trying to read what Beast Boy had written down. "'What happens when I need to…?' What is this word?" He could untangle codes, riddles, and make sense of the occasional slang, but Beast Boy's handwriting was Greek to him.

Raven glanced over his shoulder. "Attentions."

Of course Raven could read it. "Thank you. 'What happens when I need to get one of your attentions?'" Robin read. His mask shifted. He was lifting an eyebrow. "You could just call us on your communicator," he suggested in a matter-of-a-fact voice. "It's had video chat ever since it was made."

Beast Boy pouted, waggling his fingers so Robin would give back the paper, but Raven interrupted. "I think he means if we're in the same room."

The shape-shifter felt surprised, and his eyebrows furrowed. Raven spoke again before he could write anything. "And no, I can't read your mind. I'm just very observant. But if you're in the same room, you could just walk over and tap us on the shoulder," she instructed.

"And stop throwin' pillows," Cyborg added under a cough, but he was smirking.

Beast Boy took up a contemplative face, and then, still appearing deep in thought, motioned to Cyborg and then the wires connecting him to the heart monitor. His best friend caught on right away and began removing the cables. Robin moved toward the door.

"Alright, if we're done in here, I'm going to contact Jer-."

Beast Boy's head popped up, and his mouth moved only to cut off with a grimace that shifted to a frown. It would take a while to get used to having no voice. He waited for Cyborg to completely disconnect the heart monitor from him before transforming into an emerald raven. He flapped over to Raven, perching on her head much to the empath's annoyance, and then morphed into an equally green robin. With a flutter, he landed on the Titans' leader's shoulder.

Starfire tilted her head curiously. "What is friend Beast Boy doing?" The bird on Robin's arm opened his beak, but nothing came out. He fluffed his feathers.

With a snap of his fingers, Cyborg straightened from beside the heart monitor. "I get it! He's showin' how he can refer to us without speakin'! Like a raven for Raven, and a robin for Rob!" He grinned at Raven. "See, you're not the only one who knows how to read BB."

The corner of the dark girl's mouth twitched. Beast Boy swooped over to Starfire, landing on the floor where she knelt down to see him better. He shook his head about, a shiver running down his little robin body, and transformed into a starfish.

"Oh, I see!" Starfire exclaimed. "I am like the starfish because we both have the five limbs!"

Five questioning human eyes rotated toward her, and Beast Boy morphed back into a human just to scratch his hair. Robin inhaled, paused, bit his lip, and eventually found the question. "Star, what-what is your fifth limb?"

Starfire didn't seem to realize how much she'd shaken her friends as she pressed her fingers to the palm of her opposite hand, listing off the limbs. "My arms, my legs, and my head. We all have the five limbs, correct?"

The four listening Titans all breathed relieved sighs. "Your head isn't considered a limb, Star," Robin explained, noting her confusion.

"Oh. I apologize." The alien princess blushed.

Robin squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's an understandable mistake to make."

Cyborg agreed. "Yeah, I don't actually know why it's not thought of as a limb, Star." He glanced at Robin who lifted his shoulders. Raven interrupted their exchange which had flown far off the original subject.

"Anyway."

"Right." Robin waved toward Beast Boy who was standing up. "I think Beast Boy chose a starfish for you since you both have the word 'star' in your names."

"So what about me, BB?" Cyborg prompted. "Got any interesting animals that could possibly match my magnificence?"

Beast Boy heaved a big breath, tapping his chin. And then, backing up, an enormous grin stretched across his face. The smile elongated and stretched as Beast Boy's body grew and billowed out into the form of a great white shark who bared his deadly teeth at his teammate. Cyborg stared at him before falling back in the chair by the computer and laughing so hard that his human eye watered. Robin and Starfire exchanged confused glances, but Raven was pinching the bridge of her nose and Cyborg couldn't stand up. Beast Boy shifted back, beaming at them both.

The shape-shifter's grin was unmatched as he approached Cyborg, and the robotic Titan pushed at him, still snickering. "I'm the shark, am I?" He snorted. "Man, I guess that makes you a green coconut or somethin' then."

Robin felt like he should be worried. "Should I even-?"

"Don't." Raven held up her hand, still massaging the bridge of her nose. "Don't. Ask. Please."

He took her word for it and approached the exit. "I'm going to contact Jericho. Starfire, would you like to join me?"

"Yes please." She cast a worried glance at the two best friends smiling at one another and moved to the door with Robin. "I would be glad to do so." As the two left the infirmary, Starfire's voice could be heard in the hallway. "Robin, a human has four limbs, correct? Do you happen to know how many of the appendages that a shark has?"

The rest of the day flew by smoothly. Robin contacted Jericho who, aside from signing his best wishes for Beast Boy's recovery, didn't have much to say. He did suggest taking up a musical instrument to help express himself, but since the loss of Beast Boy's voice was hopefully not permanent, the mute blonde boy couldn't offer much advice. To keep his mind off of the news, or lack therefore of, Cyborg challenged Beast Boy to a round of video games that soon progressed to more than they could count. Before long the sun was starting to set, and the friends called for a break to grab some leftovers. Starfire had been playing with Silkie in the ops room for a while, and Robin would drop by every so often to check on the others. Raven had disappeared into her room after leaving the medical bay.

"So BB, whatcha wanna eat?" Cyborg called over his shoulder, digging through the refrigerator's contents. He heard no response and glanced back to see Beast Boy staring at him with a face devoid of any amusement. Cyborg ran his head along the top of his head. "Oh, I'm sorry, man. I actually forgot."

The green boy's shoulders relaxed, and Cyborg returned to the fridge. "So you want some steak or somethin'? I'm not hearin' a no." He nearly hit his forehead on a shelf in the refrigerator when a pillow collided with his back. Cyborg massaged his neck. Where did he keep getting those cushions from? At least his best friend had chosen to use the softest of projectiles. He waved behind him. "Alright, alright, I've razzed ya enough. Here, I'll make supper for ya."

Satisfied, Beast Boy turned his attention to the television. At the moment, he was watching a nature documentary, slightly disappointed it wasn't covering sharks. He shrugged. Their inside joke would only be funny for so long anyway.

The noise from the television muffled the sound of the door sliding open, and, occupied with the T.V. and food, Beast Boy and Cyborg missed Raven's entrance. The empath glanced at Starfire who waved in greeting, balancing Silkie on her other hand. Raven pulled back her hood in response before walking into the kitchen.

After a few minutes, Beast Boy found his television program interrupted when a cup of tea was placed on the table in front of the couch and him. He peered up at Raven, an eyebrow raised, and she folded her arms, careful not to spill her own drink in hand. "I read that drinking any herbal concoction –that means tea," she added upon seeing Beast Boy's blank expression. His jaw opened. "And no, Beast Boy, I still can't read your mind any more than I could a few hours ago." Raven stared down at him impatiently, her fingers drumming her own mug. "Drinking any herbal conc- tea helps prevent infection in your throat. Garlic is supposed to work as well, so I told Cyborg to make you something with that in it."

He felt doubtful, not that Raven could blame him. They'd had the occasional spat in the past about whether or not Raven drank too much tea, and he probably assumed she was getting her revenge now. The dark girl sat beside her teammate. "I researched ways that might help you get your voice back quickly." Curiosity. "Just because I think you talk too much doesn't mean I'm going to do anything to stop you from getting your voice back as soon as possible. This is probably torture for you, not being able to talk, and the last thing we need is me feeling your irritation."

A happy grin had turned up Beast Boy's mouth, and he made a heart symbol with his hands over his chest. His hands-heart pumped twice and then pointed toward her with a dumb adoring look on his face. Drinking a sip of her tea, Raven rolled her eyes at him, and Beast Boy smiled again as he picked up his pad of paper.

'Love you too, Ravie.'

She grunted. "I got it."

A small flicker of humor did run through her when Beast Boy stuck his tongue out after the first gulp of tea. Nevertheless, the boy continued to sip at it as he started to sketch on his paper, even if he did purposely cringe each time he caught Raven glimpsing at him. Cyborg called them over for supper just as he finished –spaghetti without meatballs and with garlic bread, just for Beast Boy- and Raven found the pad shoved under her nose. Beast Boy had a crudely drawn picture of himself as a stick person spitting out a triangular shower of tea onto another stick person beside him that Raven suspected was supposed to be her.

"I'm glad you're keeping yourself amused," she stated emotionlessly as she stood and walked toward the table with the boy tagging along behind her. Despite what her sarcasm portrayed, a happy Beast Boy was admittedly far better than a mopey, depressed shape-shifter, and her teammates no doubt believed the same.

The meal was quieter than usual, but Beast Boy made up for that by creating ways for him to be heard, whether it be through transformations into their name-animals, or tapping his glass with a handy utensil. Raven was grateful when Starfire found Robin and joined them to eat so she and Cyborg weren't the only ones bothered. Her earlier thoughts caught up to her again, and the giant grin on Beast Boy's face reminded her once more that their situation could've been much worse. Although a giant green shark flopping in the booth next to her was hard to contend with.

The five teenagers finished the meal Cyborg had graciously created for them, and Robin had risen to clear the table when the lights in the ops room flickered and then died. No one even had time to speak before a low hum filled the air, and the electricity returned. The heroes were half expecting a villain to appear on their sofa or in their television, but nothing happened.

Cyborg scratched his head. "That's weird. The backup generator just kicked in. Must be havin' a power outage." He tapped the screen inside his forearm.

Raven felt a finger poke her shoulder, and Beast Boy pointed out the window. "We're not the only ones experiencing technical difficulties," she stated dryly, and the others followed her gaze to the city across the bay. Each building was dark, and even the streetlights looked dead.

"Good thing I put in a backup generator for us just in case," Cyborg said cheerfully, clearing his plate from the table.

Gliding after him, Starfire placed her own dishes in the sink. "But should we not help the people who do not have the generator of power? And why does our own electricity not 'die out' as well?"

"I installed a generator a while back to keep the power runnin' should anythin' ever happen. Better safe than sorry," Cyborg explained. The rest of the Titans went about cleaning off the table while he washed, and Starfire picked up a dry towel, looking at him in curiosity. "I mean, backup generators are made to last usually a month. Ours might live for maybe two weeks before needin' a recharge –only since the tower's so big- but the longest power outage I've ever lived through was an hour at most. As for the city, they deal with this stuff all the time; we're just usually out fightin' some baddie when it happens. No one's got anythin' to worry about."

Two hours passed without the electricity returning, and though Starfire's last power outage was during Raven's "haunted house incident," Robin seemed the most concerned. He admitted that he was worried about any villains escaping jail and that the Titans couldn't be notified about since the phone lines were down. When the next hour didn't mark the return of Jump City's power, even Cyborg was confused albeit not entirely worried.

Robin proposed a team sweep of the city, and after a quick drive, the Titans arrived inside Jump with the T-car and the R-cycle. The five stood in a circle beside the vehicles as their leader gave out orders. "I'm guessing that there will be several traffic jams, seeing as the traffic lights are out too. Everyone focus on finding problems caused by the power outage. I'm going to the power plant outside of town to see what the issue is."

Raven looked bored. "Isn't this a little excessive?"

"She's right, man," Cyborg agreed. "We deal with villains, not takin' care of problems that will probably be solved on their own."

"As you said earlier, it's better safe than sorry. And this power outage doesn't feel right to me." Robin turned to Starfire. "Starfire and Cyborg, you to cover the west half of Jump. Beast Boy and Raven, take the east. We'll meet back at the tower at midnight." They all nodded, and, as Cyborg hopped in his car with Star flying above, Robin quickly caught Raven's arm. "I'd appreciate a quick teleportation before you go."

She dipped her head to Beast Boy. "Go ahead. I'll find you." The shape-shifter gave her two thumbs up and then transformed into an eagle, flapping up into the sky. Raven opened a portal a few steps from her and Robin as the spikey-haired teenager addressed her.

"From what I've seen, you've seemed to understand Beast Boy the best which is why I'm sticking you with him." He sat on his red motorcycle. "If anything happens, even if it's a cough that sounds like scratchy throat, I want you to bring him back to the tower."

Raven folded her arms. "I was going to say, I was surprised you let him out so soon after Cinderblock."

"Believe me, I thought about it. I don't want him to think he's useless just because he can't speak," Robin explained, snapping the strap to his helmet under his neck.

"He's not."

"Exactly, so there's no reason he should think so." The young leader watched the gliding green bird flying above buildings. "Keep an eye on him. Make sure he's not in pain, and make sure he doesn't get overtired." Raven simply looked at him, and Robin smiled. "Thank you." He drove into her portal, and then the sorceress closed it with a brush of her hand.

Raven teleported to Beast Boy's location on a rooftop where he was scanning the streets for trouble in human form. He waved at her when she walked up, and then transformed into a robin briefly before returning to normal to scratch his head.

"Robin wanted to make sure you were feeling fine," Raven stated impassively. Beast Boy held his palm out at her, indicating for her to continue. "And then I came over here to talk to you."

That wasn't all he wanted to ask, but, after a noiseless sigh, Beast Boy disregarded it and peered over the road again. They were in a fairly empty section of town at the moment, and aside from a straggler here or there, the sidewalks were mostly empty.

The night went on without any signs of trouble. In fact, the biggest problem they found was an old lady trying to cross the street at the rate of a snail and a few irritated drivers upset with the slow traffic. When their communicators read ten minutes to midnight, the pair settled on top of a building.

Raven had assumed that working in silence with someone would have been easier than a chatty partner, but Beast Boy always talked, and so now the mute air felt unbalanced. Deciding that they had time to spare, she took the opportunity to speak. "How's your throat?"

He hadn't felt any discomfort as far as she'd noticed, and Beast Boy indicated as much.

"You seem to be adjusting well."

The boy shrugged.

"That's not the way you would describe it?"

This time Beast Boy smirked a little, and he wrapped his arms around himself, shifting his weight much closer to the edge than any normal person would so near the side of the roof. The fear of falling didn't exist for him, not with his flight abilities.

"You certainly give the impression of handling it. From the team's perspective," Raven clarified.

Beast Boy smiled again briefly before morphing into a robin.

"What about Robin?" Beast Boy shifted into his human self to look at her pointedly, and Raven exhaled. "So you could hear what he'd said?" He nodded. "He's worried, with good reason." Another nod, this one surprising Raven, not that she showed it. "So what about him?"

Beast Boy glanced around, searching for any writing paper he could use to explain. His pad had been forgotten back at the tower, and no other means of communication were currently within reach. In truth, the green Titan had a lot to say. He was glad that his team was worried, but he didn't want them to think of him as useless. He wanted to assure them that he was fully functional –almost anyway- even if his throat still hurt. He wished to tell Raven that although he didn't need a babysitter, he liked that she had agreed to watch over him. He felt happy that she thought he was handling the loss of his voice well. He craved to know how long it might be before he got his voice back.

He wondered how many of his thoughts he would've said had he been able to say them. As it was, Beast Boy grinned and shook his head. Raven narrowed her eyebrows but dismissed the subject, instead summoning a portal to teleport them back to the tower.

Shaking away the chill her powers caused in his bones, Beast Boy followed Raven out of the portal and into the ops room. Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire sat on the couch, speaking. Robin motioned toward them when the duo appeared.

"Find anything of interest?"

"Nothing." Raven took a seat on the sofa, and Beast Boy plopped down between her and Starfire. He found his pad of paper wedged between the cushions and snatched it up.

"Well I did." Robin folded his arms, standing in front of the team. "The workers at the plant said that Overload showed up and absorbed all the power. He also went after the phone lines which was why they couldn't call us."

Cyborg sat up. "Wait, he can do that? Since when is he that powerful?"

"We've seen him grow in size before when he was hit with electronics," Robin reminded. "And, mechanically speaking, we've never given him the chance to touch anything much bigger than the T-car, but even then he was pretty formidable." Cyborg growled at the thought of the Titans' first encounter with Overload. The electrified chip had possessed his beloved baby, forcing Cyborg to shoot his brand new car. Robin continued. "Overload was long gone by the time I got there which is why I didn't call any of you. The workers said that the power will be out for several days until they can figure out how to fix what Overload did, so, although we'll deal with Overload if he shows up, our main concern for now will be taking care of the city while it has no power."

"You got it," Cyborg declared. "Who knows what chaos might happen because of the lack of power? Kids with no television or internet to distract them?! Not being able to see in the dark once the sun sets?! Not having a running refrigerator to eat out of?! What will they do when their milk goes sour?!"

"It's amazing they've survived this long," Raven decided in complete sarcasm.

Beast Boy wrote something down in messy handwriting. 'No video games! What will people do with their lives?"

Starfire touched her lips lightly with her fingers, covering a smile. "Perhaps they will read the books?" She giggled when both Beast Boy and Cyborg gasped in mock horror, and Raven just rolled her eyes.

Robin cleared his throat to draw their attention back to him. "…I was thinking more along the lines of the issues with hospitals and phone connections. If there's an emergency, it'll be impossible for citizens to call for help. I was worried about it, so checked on the hospitals on the way back here, and thankfully they have backup generators like we do. I also dropped by the police station and gave them a communicator since the phones won't be working for a while and we don't have any cellphone number for the station to contact us with. But our communicators are battery-powered and should last at least until the power returns. If there's any sighting of Overload, the officers will alert us."

"Hang on, you just happened to have a spare communicator on you?" Cyborg smirked, teasing. "What, do you just carry extras around with you at all times?"

"Of course he does." Raven spoke before Robin could. "Haven't you noticed that whenever we meet a new Titan, he mysteriously pulls one out of thin air?"

Robin frowned at them, but his posture read of good humor. "My belt has more than enough pockets. I can afford to use one or two pouches to store away a few communicators."

"So I figure you can afford to give a few away too?" Cyborg grinned, leaning back into the sofa. Practically all of the Teen Titans –inside and outside of Jump City- knew about Robin's tendency to hand out the yellow devices nearly as often as Starfire offered hugs. The teenagers naturally exaggerated the subject, but that didn't mean it didn't amuse them a great amount.

Beast Boy held up his pad of paper. 'I heard he gave one to the mailman.'

"Okay, okay, meeting's over." Robin shooed his hands at them before anyone else could rib him. "This is what I get when I try to talk to you all at midnight. Get some sleep so we can sweep the city again tomorrow."

With Cyborg laughing, Beast Boy grinning, and Starfire merely smiling, the Titans retired to their bedrooms for the night. Raven stopped Robin before he could follow his teammates out.

"Beast Boy heard you tell me to keep an eye on him."

Robin's mask tilted up. "He said that? Or-," –he cleared his throat- "indicated that?"

Raven nodded. "But he didn't seem upset. His emotions were fairly calm; I think he understood. I thought you might want to know."

"I'll keep it in mind."

Dipping her head, Raven egressed out into the hallway. Robin watched the doors shut, mentally processing and absorbing all the information he'd received throughout the day. It almost didn't feel like Beast Boy had lost his voice just that morning. The Titan stood in the ops room for a motionless moment before exiting as well.