I walked through the double-doors, spying a green little changeling slumped over in a chair.
"Beast Boy?" My fingers brushed his shoulder. "You can go now." He looked up. Dark circles had taken refuge under his eyes, his hair in disarray… How long had I been out for?
"Hey Rae," he yawned sleepily, stumbling out the exit. For some reason I couldn't quite place, the usual 'It's Rae-ven, not Rae' response was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged it off. It was probably just the recent crash-it had all of us in different moods. After phasing Cyborg's limp body through the floor, I sat in a chair across from the bed. It was only me and the 'villain' now. He was trying to feign sleep; his inner turmoil proved otherwise.
"You can open your eyes now," I said dryly.
He did. "That," he replied in an even drier, British accent, "was the absolute worst twenty-eight hours of my life. He sat up, glaring at me indignantly, as if his torture was my fault. "Do you know how many jokes I had to go through?! How many reasons why the chicken crossed the road? And they fought four and a half times over the dietary ways of the world! Four and a half times!"
It was so hard not to smile I had to clamp down on the inside of my cheeks. Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "Four and a half?"
"I had to pretend to be asleep in the middle of the fifth argument so that they'd shut up. Bloke In the green tried to make me eat that white rubbish over there." He pointed to a corner of the room, where a pile of tofu was splattered. "That was the end of the line."
"It is pretty disgusting." I straightened my face, getting down to business. "Who are you, and why do you feel like you need to be put in jail to hide your capabilities?"
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I turned to Robin in the common room. "He's joining the Teen Titans."
I floated off to meditate, already picturing the chaos I had brought to the Tower.