Sitting with his head in hands, Robin tried to avoid catching the eyes of any of the common criminals. A jewel thief was sitting next to Robin, staring at his bare feet and loose tights. The Boy Wonder closed his eyes tightly, wishing to everything that he was elsewhere.

"Why you got no shoes?" a man from across the cell asked.

Robin did not respond, wishing fervently that he had his utility belt or his communicator. This was sure to be a long night.

"Hey, kid, don't be rude! Didn't a certain mentor teach you any manners?" Red X asked from the corner, where he was casually leaning and observing.

"Don't respond," Robin thought. "You don't have to stoop to his level."

"Look at his face!" another inmate laughed. "He's so frustrated!"

"Five bucks says that Tights over here beats up Ninja," the jewel thief next to Robin said to the second criminal.

"I take that bet!" he responded.

Red X shook his head and strolled to the front of the cell. "Told you that you shouldn't of left the playground, kid."

"In case you did not notice, you're in here too!" Robin snapped.

"I'm in here by choice. I could have disappeared in half a second if I wanted to."

"Why would anyone choose to be here? This is jail. This is where criminals go to serve out debts to society! They come here to be corrected. Besides, it's not exactly a desirable crowd…"

"If jail is so good for society, how come the criminals you put away always get back out?"

"Well ––"

"And I guarantee you that I will be out by the end of the night. Heck, I will take my brothers with me!"

The other men in the cell cheered.

"Now, hang on. Let's not get riled up."

"In fact! I feel like busting out right now!"

Robin had to do something to quell this rebellion. Out of options, he kicked out and knocked X's feet out from under him.

X was about to strike back when the guards walked back to the stall. "Green boy, you want your phone call?"

"Yes. Thank you." Robin walked quickly out of the cell, following the officers to the pay phone. Sighing heavily, he dialed the familiar phone number that he hoped he would never have to dial again.

In the T-car, Cyborg looked at his friends, sound asleep. They had been driving for several hours now, but Bank City was still several more hours away. Starfire slept uncomfortably in the front seat, as she could not put her head down and her feet up. Beast Boy was stretched across the back seat. Cyborg wanted to sleep, but he was not about to ask Beast Boy to drive.

Cyborg's communicator rang. He did not want to wake his friends, so he spoke quietly and turned the volume down. The tin man hardly had a moment to respond before he was caught up to speed on the situation. "We will be there as soon as possible." Cyborg hung up.

Bleary eyed, Beast Boy leaned up in the back seat. Yawning mightily, he asked, "Who was that? Why are they calling so late? Early? What time is it?"

"It's four AM, so I guess that qualifies it as early. Robin and Raven are in jail."

"WHAT!"

"Shut up, man! We don't need to wake Star!"

"How is that even possible? Don't we have immunity as long as we're pursuing justice or something?" Easily the biggest sentence Beast Boy had ever used, successfully to boot!

"In Jump City, we do. But Bank City has never seen anything quite like us, so the police force was not sure how to handle them. On the plus side, X is in jail for now."

"What do you mean for now?"

"Gang violence. Only hold for 24 hours, tops. We have to get him back to Jump City to keep him in prison."

Beast Boy shook his head. So many problems with the system. "Are we close?"

"Yeah. You should start to see the city in three…two…one."

The highway curved and then there were skyscrapers against the remaining stars with the sun barely visible on the horizon. It was pretty, but it wasn't a Jump City. Beast Boy set his lips in a line, hoping to see Raven soon. "We should have taken the T-ship."

"Everybody's a pilot…" Cyborg muttered, shaking his head.

They drove in silence before finally arriving at the county jail, just outside of the city.

Cyborg looked at Beast Boy. "Stay here."

"But I wanna––"

"Stay. Here."

"Cyborg!"

"I mean it!" With that, he locked the car and walked into the building, hopefully retrieving his friends and an unfortunate package.

Beast Boy crossed his arms, relaxing into the seat. Typical Cyborg, treating him like a child. Pouting, Beast Boy looked out the window, studying Bank City. It was pretty, but not picturesque. As he tried to read the name on one side of the building, he heard a loud clatter and suddenly, Robin and Red X were running. Both were barefoot, light of weapon, and looking quite confused.

"What…"

Before his eyes, Raven appeared in X's path to block him.

"RAVEN!" Beast Boy opened the door, setting off the child alarm in the process. He ran to the scene, but everyone was running once more. Raven had not heard him, nor Robin. Beast Boy struggled to breathe once more. He felt an overwhelming, panicky anxiety take over what sense he had left at this point. Not knowing what to do, he stood frozen in the middle of the road.

Police cruisers zipped out of the parking lot behind him, sirens wailing. Other people in jail attempted to escape, but all were quickly apprehended. The scene unfolded in slow motion. Beast Boy's mind could not keep up right now. He felt so confused.

Cyborg rested a metal hand on Beast Boy's shoulder. "Come on, man! We gotta go get them."

Turning to follow his friend, Beast Boy marched once more to the T-car and hoped that he could see her once more.

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Okay, seriously, y'all have every right to hate me. I'm sorry! I've been job hunting and finally found a part time job WHOOO! So now I can relax and not worry about money and write happily.

Now this particular chapter was always intended to be a bit of a transition piece. But I promise y'all, we're nearing the end. Maybe one or two more chapters. And the next one is well worth the wait! In fact, I am already a full, whopping 100 words in. Teehee.

XOXOX