Just to reassure some fears, there will not be any robinxraven. I am not a shipper of that, and if you wish to check, I placed the pairings in Chapter 7.
Cyborg walked as quietly as he could(which wasn't quiet at all) in the darker alleys of downtown. He had been wandering for sometime now, and wondered when the scenery would change. He got his wish; somehow his meandering path had gone right past downtown and gone, by means of several indirect routes, to the outer city. Trees were abundant here, and winds gently whisked around him. He saw something medium-sized and shaped vaguely humanoid in the sky, but decided that it was some debris picked up by the storm that was brewing.
He knew, somehow, that during the time when he hadn't a mind he had gotten incredibly far behind in technology. Every bit of it that he had went back to several years ago. It would cost money, lots of it, that he didn't have to replace even some of it. That was bad. He had been due for a check-up for several years at the mechanics. He also knew that the mechanic had already been replaced by someone new and inexperienced. If he hadn't, then he would be extremely old and barely able to do much of anything. It had been six years, and back then, the guy had already been seventy! His own parents lived hours away. He couldn't even go to them; he simply didn't have the power stored up. He wished he did; it would save a lot of trouble. He didn't even have anything to power up with! The man owning him did, of course, but-
That was it! He could simply take the recharger! It wasn't as if the man didn't have enough money to buy a new one. With this wonderful new idea, he set out to go where he had been used and was hated… was still hated.
After hours of getting lost and finding the way again, Cyborg saw the familiar sign of a wrench crossing a screwdriver, representing a fix-it shop. All he had done there was move loose parts for the owner.
He found the back gate and put his eye to the scanner. He had been entered in the records a while back, and could come and go as his 'master' needed him. The small bit of machinery beeped, and the gate opened. All of the necessary equipment was in the back. He had to move quickly; the man would be out for his nightly check soon. He looked around- there! In the corner, a little dusty from bad care, was the battery recharger. He just had to unseal the lock… and… there. It was free. He picked it up easily, surprised at the light weight. It wasn't as heavy as he had once surmised.
Cyborg hurried out the gate, encumbered by the bulky machinery. Just before he turned the corner, he saw a light flicker on in the yard. He quickened his pace and made it safely to an alley. Then he remembered that the eye-scanner recorded things such as this, and set down the recharger in the blackest corner. If he was lucky, the man wouldn't check the entry records before morning. He turned the corner again and went to the gate. The man had already gone to bed, as was evident by the darkness in the upper floors of the building.
After a swift check, he saw that no one had recently checked the records. A bit of hacking and he was 'inside' the small computer. A bit more hacking and the records seemed undisturbed. The only entries shown were made by the man.
"Booyah!" he whispered, remembering just in time that he was just below the bedroom window. With that, he turned and went to collect his new battery recharger. What he saw there was something utterly new. In a corner opposite the one with the recharger was a small, wiry teen that was, apparently, unconscious. A closer look nearly made his jaw drop in surprise.
The boy's skin was green.