Okay, okay, sorry for no intros. I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS. As much as I wish to. Also, thank you for the great beginning reviews! I have to address some things because of them:

I'm going to be really vague throughout this entire story about what's really going on. That's sort of why the title is what it is. Also, I'm trying to do a lot of show, don't tell, so I'm trying to not do a lot of thought processes. So, sorry but you'll be in the dark.

Also, I'm SO sorry I didn't mention this, but someone asked why Slade could so easily just walk into a coffee shop with his mask and all. Uhhhh yeah, I SHOULD have mentioned that he wasn't in his get-up. He was just like, a normal person. Sorry...I'll try to be more specific next time.


Much to Robin's surprise, Slade did not put any plans into immediate action. For the first few days, he wasn't even given any assignments; just told to do daily training and not go outside. He barely even saw Slade in the first few days in the hideout. It wasn't until three days had passed and Robin was doing his evening training routine that Slade made a presence, "Are you getting antsy?"

"I'm beginning to wonder why I'm really here."

"You can stop wondering. I've got something for you to do."

"Finally. What is it?"

"How much do you like breaking-and-entering?"

"Depends. What am I stealing?"

Slade smiled.

For once, Robin was completely alone. Completely. No teammates by his side with their casual conversation. No communicator always erupting with reports. Slade hadn't even given him an earpiece to keep in touch. The solitude had a freedom that didn't sit right.

Slade gave him three steps to this mission: get in, make your presence known, get out. And one rule: Do not, under any circumstances- I don't care if you have to kill yourself to evade capture- get caught. He read that as the Titans could not know it was Robin doing the crime.

Besides that, he was given full control of what he wanted to do. Creative control. He wasn't even wearing Slade's uniform- just a black outfit (part of the "regaining trust" was that he could not wear the uniform until he proved his loyalty). If he did get caught, it was Robin's break-and-enter, not Slade's. Another uncomfortable freedom.

Jump City Hall. Nothing precious in there, but still a symbol. Robin took to scaling the back to enter it from a high window, leaving his scaling equipment there (not one with his Robin insignia-that would be a giveaway). He carefully worked to detach a locked window and jumped inside.

"Make your presence known," it meant he could be lazy. He tracked mud in the halls, placed his gloved hands on the wall, and opened doors without shutting them again. With his control of the situation, he could make his presence known in any way he wanted to. He took his own interpretation. Instead of tearing apart furniture or breaking big statues, he did little things: moving paperwork, changing which family photo was on which desk, putting viruses on the computers. He looked over his work and when he could imagine the surprise, confusion, then fear that little changes and hints could have on the government officials that worked here, he considered his job done. He repressed the feeling of remorse for what damage he was doing.

As one last hurrah, he smashed the glass of the emergency fire extinguisher and exited out the front door as the alarm wailed and the sprinklers went off.

He could remember the first crime he did for Slade; back when it was involuntary and he was only doing it to save his friends. When Slade said it increased his heart rate and he enjoyed it.

There was a moment when he let himself admit now that he enjoyed it.


Since Robin's abrupt departure from the team, Raven kept up his tradition of waking up at sunrise. She would wake up just as the first rays surfaced from the ocean and be out on the rooftop just as the sun was appearing. After, she would head to the kitchen, brew some tea, and begin her day with the quiet of the early morning.

Plans changed for this morning when, just after sunrise, she found Cyborg hunched over the computer in the ops room.

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"Not quite. We received a report that last night, someone broke into city hall. Didn't take anything. Didn't go into any restricted files. Just, messed around with some stuff and left."

"Odd," she said quietly, "What could that mean?"

"I don't know. We'll go later to check for any hints, but it sounds like nothing sticks out too much."

"We'll keep a closer watch then," Raven decided, "We can't be too careful."

Cyborg shook his head, but had nothing more to say.