The breakfast, Raven realised, didn't prove to be that much of a disaster, according to the Titans' taste. Or so she assumed. Apart from the fact that Robin was glaring at her the whole time as she stood behind the counter (he didn't even touch his plate, damn him) and Cyborg told her apologetically that he needed to go and vomit out some of his metal parts, the others didn't seem to mind the crap she had made. For one thing, Starfire was capable of making it look like the gelatine mush was a type of exotic dessert, and Beast Boy told her to cook the same thing for the whole of the next month, though this didn't go down very well with the metalman and the traffic light. Well, at least 50 percent of them gave their approval. That was enough for her.
As she cleared the plates and washed them absently in the sink, Raven's mind started to wander. The masked man kept appearing in her head now and then, and as she looked back at the Titans, she wondered whether he knew where she was. Maybe he was already starting to track her down. Maybe they were under him. Hopefully, he was non-existent and just a part of her imagination. Hopefully, this whole Titan thing was just some horrible nightmare. She pinched herself, then winced. Okay, so this wasn't some dream. But still, these people seemed too incredible to be true.
She looked back. Cyborg and Beast Boy had engaged themselves in a verbal war, Starfire was picking her nails, and Robin was staring at the table forlornly. At least he wasn't glaring at her. He was always glaring at her. What was his problem? She wasn't going to bring what's-his-name to his tower. And she was going to leave soon anyway. That was it. Tomorrow she would leave, and teleport out of this hellhole, and… and… find some way to survive. It was embarrassing to be running away from a human. She would escape tomorrow.
Just as she was about to get the next plate, the whole tower seemed to turn red out of a sudden, and an alarm blared, piercing Raven's eardrums. The sudden loss of concentration took its toll on the plate she was holding with her mind under the running water, and it broke into two clean halves. She swore, but then realised that no one had heard her or her accident. At the alarm, the Titans had shot up from their seats and suddenly started brandishing all sorts of weird things from their outfits. They all seemed to take out one palm sized communicator each. She didn't know where in the name of Azarath did Robin manage to pull out his body-long staff, or where Cyborg actually managed to get a gargantuan cannon from his… body. Oh wait. That gun used to be his hand. Where did his hand go?
Before she could say anything, Robin barked, "Titans, go!" And apart from Starfire, who flew, all of them leapt over the table or chair, then over the sofa, then over all sorts of random things in their way, and finally dashed out the doorway. She wondered why couldn't they just walk around all these things and out the door. Jumping over all these things weren't really necessary. From where she was, she could hear Robin shouting again. "It's a distance away. BB, Cy, we'll take the car. Star, you get there before us and stall it!" With the sound of slamming car doors and an engine, they were gone.
Raven then managed to find her wits, and she ran out too (without jumping over things). The car was surprisingly fast, considering the fact that it was now a fast-disappearing dot in the distance when it just left 3 seconds ago.
Who the hell were these people?
Raven walked back into the large tower, trying not to think of the absurdity of everything she was going through. Time to clean the windows.
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They were welcomed by the unpleasant sight of Plasmus trying to swallow up a building in one whole, ignoring the screaming people inside who were trying frantically to get out. Which was a stupid idea, Robin thought. Jumping out would spell death, because they were either going to fall onto hard fast concrete, or they were going to be digested by Plasmus. "Save the people," he instructed Starfire and BB, and with a nod they were gone, Starfire flying towards an idiot dangling by one arm on one of the highest floors, and BB morphing quickly into a pterodactylus and following her.
"Take him down," Robin yelled to Cyborg, as he himself charged towards the writhing creature. With a small grunt, Robin stuck his pole hard onto the ground and vaulted himself onto the Plasmus. Stupid move. Even though he was a brilliant pole vaulter, there was no way that he was going to be able to reach the monster's head. Landing on Plasmus' chest, Robin swore as he gripped a large fistful of slime but still slid downwards towards Plasmus' stomach. A sky blue cannon shot blasted into Plasmus' chest near where Robin dangled, and he shot a glare at Cyborg, who smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders, his arm-turned-gun still smoking from the shot.
Plasmus turned to see who it was that attacked him, and dropped the building that he was holding because his little brain didn't really understand the meaning of multitasking. He growled at Cyborg, and Robin heard Cyborg start to say, "Fu-" before a large ball of purple slime was hurled at him, knocking him off his feet. Robin let go of the slimy chest he was holding, and cursed as he hit a large pool of slime below. Only managing to shake free of the muddy liquid, he whipped out 2 birdarangs and threw them at Plasmus' eyes. Only a lousy distraction, he knew, but good enough to piss the monster off and bring its attention away from Cyborg. Plasmus screamed and flailed about, 3 of his punctured eyes oozing green radioactive liquid, and advanced towards Robin.
Starfire and BB arrived then, having finished saving those people and giving them the common "yes we are here to save you no we aren't little aliens who want to exterminate you can you please follow that nice policeman over there and get yourselves to safety it's really dangerous here no we aren't free to give autographs right now DON'T TOUCH MY COMMUNICATOR NO NO DON'T PRESS THAT BUTTON yes thank you very much don't mention it we are just doing what we can for society okay stop talking to me it's dangerous here see you next time" replies. Robin gave a little relieved smirk as Starfire threw well-aimed starbolts at the monster and BB turned into a bird and started pecking at Plasmus' eyes, again distracting him. He ran over to Cyborg. "You okay?" he asked, helping the metalman up. Cyborg gave a little groan in reply, and nodded.
"You are going to have to throw me up," Robin said, tucking his communicator into his pocket. Cyborg looked at him uncertainly, but gave a reluctant nod. Robin stepped onto his huge arm, and with a mighty heave from Cyborg, Robin felt himself hurtle through the air towards Plasmus' head. Thank god for super-strong Cyborg. Extending his pole onto Plasmus' shoulder, Robin landed, and started throwing birdarangs at its eyes again. Running quickly so that he wouldn't sink through the slime, Robin swung his pole towards Plasmus' head, and punctured as many eyes as he could find, ducking the large purple hands flailing at him.
"Get down from there!" Cyborg yelled, and understanding what he was going to do, Robin leaped off the giant shoulder. BB and Starfire had been hit, so there was no one to take him down without a bruise. He cursed, and landed on his shoulder into the slime. The slime did cushion his fall, but a sharp pain shot down his arm, and his leg stung. Wiping sweat from his eyes, he limped away from the monstrous being. Cyborg aimed carefully at the monster, then shot a large cannon blast at its eyes. Its head exploded into a mixture of purple and green, and instead of healing itself, it started to shrink.
BB and Starfire came up to his side, watching calmly as the monster became a sleeping naked human lying on the floor. "That was fast," BB commented, still wiping slime off his arm. As they ran forward to get the body, a shape darted in front of them. Before they could react, the body disappeared, taken away by the mysterious shape. "Slade," Robin snarled, and threw his pole onto the floor in anger.
"Need. Pizza. For. Stomach. Now." BB said, pointing at his stomach. "Flying takes all my adenosine triphosphate away."
Robin stopped glaring at where the body used to be and raised an eyebrow. "And when did you know what ATP was anyway?"
"Since forever, duh."
"Maybe more like since you started snooping around my room and looking at biology books."
"You lie! Why would I sneak into your room for? You don't even have a pet duck, or for that matter a pet cockroach or something."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I did! I said I knew what adenosine triphosphate was since forever!"
"Oh. Hate to burst your bubble, kid, but you didn't use ATP in the right context."
"I don't have a bubble, tell me when did I have a – "
"Which part of a cell synthesises ATP?"
"I said I don't have a – "
"Which part?"
"I don't like bubbles, my ducks say that don't like bub – "
"Which part?"
"Okay, okay, some purple thing, called a mito-something…"
"Back to the first question. When did you know what ATP was?"
"Since forev – "
"When?"
"Okay, okay, last year, my teacher told me…"
"You don't go to school. When?"
"Fine, Cyborg told me that beginning of this year."
"I didn't teach you nuthin'." Cyborg added helpfully.
"When, BB?"
"Starfire…"
"She doesn't know anything. When?"
"Mmmppph." BB mumbled.
"What?"
"Yeestemphhs."
"My fist is at your face, BB."
"Fine! Yesterday in your room! Happy?"
"Any why were you there?"
"I was trying to find some books about ducks, and I was hoping I would find something about them there!"
"You went into my room for ducks."
"Fucking ducks," Cyborg murmured.
"Don't use that tone with me and my ducks!"
"You step into my room again, and I'll kick your butt if Slade doesn't do it by then. You hear me?"
"Y-y-yes. Would you help me with the duck research then?"
"No."
The Titans headed back for the car. Pizza was a 5 minute drive away. And a 30 second flight for Starfire.