First chappie! YAAY! Less angsty as the prologue, but it's like, impossible to be angsty when you get up in the morning! (I'm like BeastBoy in the morning. Who are you like?)

Robin awoke to the flashing red light of an emergency transmission. He half sat up, propping himself up on his elbow to get a full view of his alarm clock. He noted with a groan that it was 1:48 am. Robin's head was muddled by the early hour. Even if evil never slept, why did it have to keep waking up the good guys? He thought angrily as he stumbled towards the main room of the tower.

The rest of the Titans had already assembled. "Good morrow to you, Robin!" exclaimed Starfire happily. What was she so happy about? "It is most marvelous to be awakening to begin our day early, is it not?" No, no it was most definitely not.

The only one who seemed as unhappy as he was in the group was Beastboy, who was standing in the far corner, muttering to himself darkly. The only words Robin made out made no sense individually, "... elf ... magic ... school ... ring ... precious ..." Robin decided that listening to Beastboy's confusing jabber was not going to help him make sense of the situation he already felt hopelessly lost in, so he turned to the source of his troubles: the tower's main frame computer. Robin was glad he wasn't wearing any shoes, or else he might have been sorely tempted to chuck one at the large, blinking screen and shuffle back to bed.

He almost mourned for the loss of that golden opportunity to cut his losses before he rushed off on some crazy, action-packed mission in the middle of the night. But instead, he marched right up to that stupid, red-blinking screen that had just passed Slade on Robin's most-hated list, and activated the video feed. Their caller's face popped up on the screen. Of course. It couldn't have been any of their enemies. It couldn't have been any of their other friends. No, the universe hated Robin so much that it couldn't have been any other person in the world; because they would have called at even a slightly reasonable hour! No, their caller had to be

"Nightwing." said Robin.

"Howsit goin', Grayson?" asked Nightwing, smiling slightly.

"Huh?" asked Robin blearily, even more confused now than he was before. In reply, Nightwing fingered his mask, now openly grinning. Robin's own hand shot up to his face, groping for the reassuring feel of the one-way-cloth of his mask. Not finding it, he swore under his breath. Luckily, none of the other Titans had seen him in the dim light of the emergency alerts. But Robin still felt uneasy.

Nightwing laughed. "Relax, Grayson, geez! It's no big deal! You're among friends here!" Robin couldn't help cracking a smile at the ridiculousness of the moment.

"So what's going on? You haven't called since... since... I don't know when. And why the emergency channel?" asked Robin, thoroughly confused.

"I got an emergency beacon from our Batty Old Man. It said to get the old team together. Something important, I'm sure. I hit a dead end with Bat Girl's witness protection paperwork, so I thought I might as well call you. You ready for another 'secret mission'?" Nightwing explained, though his tone was still light from laughing.

"Which one? Penguin? Cat? Joker?" he asked, quickly running through the way overlong list of people who hated the old team.

"My guess would be Joker." said Nightwing, sobering down slightly.

"Why's that? What's the scenario?" Robin said, unrelenting in his query.

"I could run through a list of diagnostics, fingerprinting, footsteps, witnesses.... but I think the dead giveaway was the giant Joker card graffiti on the side of the Batmobile." said Nightwing, clearly struggling to keep a straight face at the memory.

"Where was Batman's signal transmitted from?" asked Robin, fighting a smile.

"Somewhere in Gotham. Satellite wasn't too specific. We'll look into it more once we meet up with Bat Girl." Nightwing said.

"Then I'd better let you get on with it." said Robin.

"Okay then, see ya!" Nightwing said, about to terminate their communication.

"Wait! One more thing!" exclaimed Robin.

"Yes? What is it?" Nightwing paused.

"Why do you always call in the middle of the night?" he asked in exasperation.

"Because, silly Robin, you're so much more fun when you can't think straight!" Nighwing laughed, and he terminated their emergency line before Robin could get in another word.

So that was the first chappie! REVIEWWW!!!!! Please?

~Spectrum