"Oh for the love of- " Blackfire snarled, pressing her palms to her eyes. The Titan's warning alarm was blazing, having gone off ten minutes ago. She sat up and cracked her knuckles, yawning briefly before scanning the room. It was entirely empty, and there was no sign that any of the Titans had been in the room at all.

"Where is everyone?" She wondered out loud, placing her stiff legs onto the cold floor. She had barely taken three steps when she stepped on something small, hard, and circular. Frowning, she bent to pick up the tiny item, scowling when she realized that it was one of the Titan's little walky-talkies. "What, do they think I'm going to call them?" She said coldly, about to place the device down when it crackled into life.

"Blackfire! Blackfire, are you there? Come in already!" Robin's voice snapped angrily. Fumbling with the buttons, Blackfire nearly dropped the walky-talky before pressing the reply button.

"What, Robin?" She shot back, bringing it close to her mouth as she walked into the kitchen. It was silent for a few seconds as she raided the fridge. She pulled out a leftover sandwich just as the radio crackled again.

"We need you on West Street! Mad Mod's got a bunch of his drones out, we're too outnumbered-" Blackfire didn't say anything, and static resumed until – "and we can't fight them off! Get down here!" She sighed and set the radio down.

"Might as well go," she grumbled, slamming the sandwich back on the counter. Sauntering over to the window, she quickly flipped it open before gracefully tumbling out of it. She felt a cool draft caress her body, attempting to pull her upwards. Unlike the flying beasts of this planet, she thought, pushing herself above the draft, I fly by my own means. I don't require the wind. With that last thought, she soared towards the city.

"I don't even know where this street is," she fumed as she lowered herself closer to ground level. Within minutes she could hear sirens, and she pushed herself closer to the ground. At this height, people were taller than she was but speed, she supposed, was of the essence.

"Blackfire!" She heard Cyborg shout. She landed on the sidewalk and ran over to the commotion. Drones were everywhere, outnumbering the Titans four to one. "We tried calling Titans West but we didn't get a response. We think Mod did something to their receptors."

Blackfire groaned and popped her hand on her hip, looking at the commotion. "So, what am I doing? Just help destroy the bots?" She snapped, her eyes sharply focusing back on Cyborg's weary glance. He nodded and she took off, not bothering to wait for a reply.

"That wasn't even that bad." Blackfire commented. She was lazily sitting at the bar, her legs crossed and facing the living room, reclining with her elbows propped on the bar. Her hair was slightly messed up and her suit had minor tears, the only evidence that she had fought earlier that day. "I've done worse at home."

"Oh, right, because you fight crime in your spare opportunities on your home planet. Sorry, that slipped my mind." Beast Boy muttered angrily, examining a large would on his forearm; one of Mod's bots had stabbed him with a broken lamp post. He gingerly applied some ointment to the outside of the cut and then put a band aid on it.

"You have no idea what I do in my rare moments to myself." She sneered, uncrossing her legs. She placed her hands on her thighs and leaned forward, looking at Beast Boy.

"It must be so terrible to be royalty. I'm sure it's difficult." Cyborg added from the couch. From what Blackfire could see, he was reattaching the pinkie from his right hand.

"You stay out of it!" She yelled, throwing a saltshaker at him. It smacked into his shoulder with a loud clang. "You have absolutely no idea what it's like to be a part of the royal family!"

"All of you, that's enough!" Robin growled from the couch. Blackfire slid off the bar stool with an angry huff and stomped towards the hallway.

"I'm taking a shower," she said coldly, her hand resting on the wall. "And then I'm going to sleep. Don't bother me." She narrowed her eyes at Beast Boy, who returned the gesture. Without another word, she stepped into the hallway and headed towards the bathroom.

A/N: Guys, I am so, so fucking sorry that this took forever. There's really no excuse, except for writer's block and me being lazy and uninspired. The next chapter will be the last one, and I WILL have it finished and uploaded within a few days, I PROMISE. If I don't, Amber (amberpire) will get on my ass so hard. Anyway, please review this, or at least add it to your favourites. It helps to know that someone actually liked it, and it's inspiration for me to keep going.