Robin walked purposefully down the Jump City street, pretty much on the verge of marching. He had a way of carrying himself so that he was as intimidating and impressive as possible and would probably be over-the-top if it weren't for his ridiculously bright spandex-like costume. Most people didn't know this about him, but Robin was rather fond of traffic lights. Garrett Morgen was his hero, but now wasn't the time to be thinking about his perversions towards inventors and obnoxious colours. He was on a mission.

The streets were crowded, but not overly so. The air was filled with a little smog and a lot of some kind of rotting-muskrat-wrapped-in-marijuana perfume from an overly cute boutique across the road. Robin's face was set in an ambiguous frown as he concentrated on finding a certain dusty bookstore.

A small bell tinkled when the door opened. Robin scowled, but didn't otherwise acknowledge the noise. He wasn't in a good mood already, and he didn't like it when he was announced before he could announce himself. He walked in and was immediately hidden from view by the tall shelves crowding the quaint shop. The books were mostly thick, leather-bound old things, rather than more modern hardcover and paperbound books. Robin began browsing, hoping for some kind of alphabetical or otherwise organization. There wasn't any apparent to him.

"Can I help you, Robin?" A familiar male voice asked behind him. Robin jumped, and then calmed upon recognition.

"Hey, Mr. Pilkvist," He said, turning around. "I'm just browsing, I think."

"You think? What are you looking for, then?" Mr. Pilkvist smiled knowingly. Robin was put on edge, which wasn't Mr. Pilkvist's intention. Robin just really hated knowing smiles.

"Do you have anything on ESP?" Robin scratched his ankle with the heel of his other foot.

"Of course! This is a paranormal bookstore, after all!" Mr. Pilkvist exclaimed cheerfully. He put a hand on Robin's shoulder and guided him through the maze of bookshelves just a little too forcefully until they reached a back corner of the store, near the desk. "Now, browse to your heart's content."

Robin suddenly thought of something. "Wait-- you work here?"

"No, I own this little shop. The charity building doesn't pay for itself, you know." He winked and walked through a door behind the desk, presumably to a storage room or office. Robin looked up at all the books, unsure of where to start.

He didn't have a chance to make a decision, though. His communicator played a familiar cheery noise, and he flipped it open, still looking at the shelves before him.

"Robin, the Laurel Hill Children's Home is on fire. We've been called by the fire rescue--they think there's still children inside, and... " Raven said. Robin started to the door. "We don't have much time, Robin. Just meet us there!" And she broke the link.

Robin checked his communicator's map. The Children's Home was only three blocks away. He could see the smoke from outside the bookstore. He took a running leap and used his grappling hook to pull himself onto a roof so that he wouldn't have to run through the crowds.

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"Oh my G-d..." Cyborg murmured upon him and his friends' arrival at the scene.

"Hey! The Titans are here!" A fireman yelled out to his comrades. He jogged over to Cyborg, sweating under all the heavy equipment. "Okay, look, that building is about to collapse and we can't go in there. See, boy? But there's a kid in there, maybe more than one. We got no idea where. None of y'all can walk through fire by any chance, can ya?"

Cyborg gravely shook his head. Some people were gathering outside the police tape and three women with some small children were huddled together wrapped up in blankets. Beast Boy frowned, squinting his eyes at the flames. He couldn't think of any animal that could really help here. Some firemen were using a large hose to keep the flames from getting to other buildings. He transformed into an elephant and pulled water from the ground into his trunk to assist the firemen, leaving just as Robin appeared.

"Robin, there are children in the flames!" Starfire exclaimed nervously upon spotting him. "Even I am not fireproof!" Robin looked the building up and down, trying to figure out the interior structures.

"Okay, team. We can't waste anymore time. Starfire, I want you to get more water for Beast Boy to use." Starfire flew off immediately without a word. "Cyborg, you and I are going to try and go in to get the kids if they're there. Raven, if we can't do it, will your powers be able to get you in and out safely?"

Raven look warily over at the colossal flames shooting into the bright afternoon sky.

"I think so." She said, and then closed her eyes for a moment. "There's a little boy in there. He's alive."

"Do you know where, Rae?" Cyborg asked, eager not to have to wander around a collapsing building.

"On the first floor, in a bathroom. It's keeping the debris off him for the most part, it seems."

"Okay, Cyborg, let's go!" Raven watched the two boys dash into the building. Starfire returned with what appeared to be a backyard swimming pool. Raven briefly wondered of the pool chemicals would make the fire worse.

There was a sudden, deafening bang from within the building. The back half of it had collapsed, and flames shot far out from the front. In the explosion-type reaction of the collapse, debris flew out into the street, narrowly missing actual humans. Some of the debris screamed, and it was soon discovered that Robin and Cyborg had been violently expelled from the building, covered in ash and not critically injured. The Titans' leader seemed to have sustained a few rather gross looking burns, but he was able to get up and go to Raven.

"What happened?" Robin asked.

"Part of the building collapsed, I think. In the back. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Is that kid still alive?"

"Yes. I'll go after him now."

"Be careful." Robin patted Raven on the shoulder.

Raven walked slowly towards the building, sidestepping large puddles and still burning debris. The flames were too hot for her to get nearer than five yards, so she put up a cool shield all around her and floated into the building as a giant black bubble.

The heat was making her shield weak, so she hurried, avoiding fallen beams and twisted metal. What she found towards the center of the Home shocked her. There was a white door still standing amid the flames and rubble, completely untouched. When she was directly in front of it, she dropped the front of her shield and was immediately soaked in sweat from the flames. She held her breath; having read somewhere that inhaling near fire would destroy the lungs.

The door opened easily, and the bathroom it guarded was clean and white. A little boy sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. His sandy hair moved with the hot winds of the fire being blown through the doorway. Raven scooped down and lifted the tiny boy.

"Are you okay, kid?" The boy did nothing. She shook him a little, and he opened his eyes, but wouldn't look at her. Raven exhaled and turned, hugging the boy to her chest as she stepped from the bathroom. Her shield guarded all around her again and she started to float out, when she realized that all the flames had moved out of her way. In fact, all the flames were now at least six feet from her on all sides. She glanced at the boy, who grinned around at the blazes.

Raven shifted him, slightly unnerved, and her shield melted further until it was nearly gone. She started to walk, and as she did, the fire kept its distance on all sides. The boy cooed and wiggled in her grasp, but she held tight, picking her way over freshly cooled debris until she could see the street. Raven threw caution to the wind and ran out of the building, ready to be done with the whole ordeal.

"Raven!" She heard several voices yell at once. She handed the child to the first arms that reached for him and gladly accepted the blanket put on her shoulders. She started to cough the smoke and ash in her lungs out and finally had to sit down on the street. Some of her friends gathered around her.

"Raven! Are you okay?"

She was sure Robin had said that and that Cyborg was supporting her back.

"I'm fine." She coughed a final time. "That was up there with the strangest things to happen during saving someone as a Titan."

"What happened?" Cyborg asked. The firemen were starting to really get the fire under control now. He wondered if they'd been waiting to make sure no one was inside before possible causing the Home to completely collapse.

"I... That kid, for one thing. He wouldn't look at me at all." She looked directly at Robin, who was kneeling beside her. "The fire wouldn't touch him. When I was walking out. It all just backed away around us. I think he's got some kind of--"

"Raven!" Raven scrambled to her feet at the voice, and her comrades followed suit. Mr. Pilkvist came jogging up to them with his long, long legs.

"Raven, thank you, thank you so much!" Mr. Pilkvist seemed a little out of breath. Nonetheless, he grabbed Raven's hand and shook it violently, still thanking her.

"Err... You're welcome, Mr. Pilkvist, but... What did I do?"

"I hear you saved my nephew from the fire!"

"Nephew?" Robin asked. "Really?"

"Yes, my brother's son. I care for him these days, except I usually leave him at Laurel Hill during the day. He's autistic, but the ladies take very good care of him while I'm working." He let go of Raven's hand, grinning broadly.

"He's autistic?" Raven frowned. "That doesn't explain the fire." Mr. Pilkvist, Robin, and Cyborg looked at her very confusedly. "I mean, the fire backed off from him the whole way through the building. The room he was in was completely untouched!"

Robin held his chin thoughtfully. "Could he be a pyrokinetic?"

"What? Arash? A pyrokinetic? I don't think my nephew has any kind of powers, kids."

"Arash?" Cyborg asked.

"My sister-in-law was Iranian. It's the name of some legendary archer or something. But, look, I'm really glad that you guys saved my nephew, but he doesn't have any kind of powers-- and even if he did, he's way too mentally impaired to use them, really." Mr. Pilkvist sighed, looking weary. "I'm just going to take him home and get him something to eat early. I've got to start looking for a new daycare center for him as well. It was great to see you all again." He turned to leave, but stopped, remembering something. "Robin, you should probably wait to come by the bookstore until the day after tomorrow. I don't know if I'll be working tomorrow."

Robin nodded and the three Titans watched as Mr. Pilkvist went to get his son from the group of children by the ambulance.

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Eighteen hundred words this time, guys! I'm getting closer and closer to two thousand a chapter:) Yeah, so anyway. I hope you all liked that bit there. Got some Robin in there. I'm trying to get all the Titans to have equal screen time, so not to disappoint anyone.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Chapter five is NOT written yet. I haven't even started. I have all kinds of finals going on right now, so I'm going to post this anyway to hopefully satiate you guys. (School ends June 7, so I'll be pretty much free after that.)

Thanks for reading,
--Emerald

PS: If you've got any feedback (criticism, encouragement, even threats if I haven't updated in a while, etc) it's all welcome. If you've got nothing to say, well, I hope you did enjoy my story here. :)