Of all the possible occupants in Robin's mind, Robin and Raven just had to be saved by the two emotions that actively flirted with Raven. Robin shook his head in disbelief. He hadn't expected to see Red-X again after the thief stole a quick kiss from Raven and disappeared into the night. Robin wasn't exactly pleased that he had reappeared. Red shouldn't even be there. Robin had ordered him to stay at the manor to guard both Raven and Wrath. Raven had shown up only an hour or two after that though, so Robin wasn't very surprised that Red had slacked off on guard duty. Robin's annoyance may have been lessened if Red was in his shorter, less annoying form, but judging from the black cape and devilish expression, even that small hope was extinguished.

Red grinned at the two Titans as he began to lower a rope through the new hole in the elevator ceiling. "Next time you want a date, Raven," Red laughed, "I'll have an easier time picking you up somewhere besides an elevator."

Raven stood up, brushing the dust off of her cloak. "Red, you managed to fulfill a simple task for me, and I'm grateful for that," Raven replied, beginning to climb up the supplied rope out of the broken elevator. "Don't blow it now by making stupid comments."

Red-X chuckled behind his mask. "I don't know about that. Stupid comments are his specialty."

Red glared at Red-X. "Hey, I only got you because the lady asked me to. Don't think I've forgotten about the debt you owe me."

Red-X shrugged indifferently. "Okay, fine. Stupid comments are one of your specialties."

Red nodded, satisfied. "Much better."

After Raven managed to climb out of the elevator, Robin grabbed the rope and started working his way up into the elevator shaft. "Wait a second," Robin grumbled. "Did you say Raven asked you two to come here?"

"Actually, I only asked for Red-X," Raven corrected, glaring daggers at Red. "Red apparently wants to come along."

Red looked at her with a hurt expression. "That wasn't very nice, Raven," he pouted. "I went all the way across the city to find him. Besides, I thought we were a team. We're like the three musketeers, plus Red-X."

"Am I the only one with any trace of sanity left?" Robin grumbled, hauling himself out of the elevator.

"Well, kid, seeing how you trapped yourself in a malfunctioning elevator, I'd say we're on pretty even ground," Red-X pointed out, twirling a red blade between his fingers.

Robin glared at Red-X. "You're not exactly stable yourself, X."

"If you two are done bickering," Raven interrupted, obviously annoyed by the addition of two more Robins, "I want to know how Red-X managed to find us."

Red-X shrugged. "Actually, I didn't. Red and I were wandering around the city looking for you guys when we both received a, what do you call it, a thought transmission. When the Boy Wonder calls upon certain emotions or experiences, the appropriate representative is called upon. Basically we just needed to follow the thought wave until we found you two in the elevator."

Red grinned wickedly at Robin. "What were you two doing in there anyway? Was the birdboy trying to make a move on Raven?"

Robin looked away, blushing. "Of course not. We were just talking."

Red-X grinned. "Right. Throw two teenagers with raging hormones into a cramped, private area. What's their first instinct? To have a civilized conversation, of course."

Robin glared at both versions of himself. "Shut up. If I had any of my gadgets right now-"

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Red interrupted, swinging a scarlet backpack out from behind his cape. "Catch."

Red tossed the backpack toward Robin, who caught it instinctively. Unzipping the main pocket, Robin found it stuffed with random gadgets and gizmos, a spare staff, a utility belt, and even a miniature can of hair gel. Relieved, Robin snatched the utility belt from the backpack and clicked it around his waist, and then began filling it with gadgets. "Thanks," Robin said, grinning like a kid on Christmas. "Where did you get-"

Robin froze, an object in the backpack catching his eye. Slowly he reached into the backpack, drawing the weapon carefully, trying not to get vaporized. "Where did you get this?" Robin demanded, holding up the thermal blaster he had found in the backpack.

Red shrugged. "Same place as the rest of the gear."

Robin continued to dig through the backpack, the look of concern on his face increasing as he discovered more and more weaponry: Control Freak's staff, Brother Blood's power amplifier, even Speedy's bow and quiver. The strange thing about the weapons was that they all seemed faded, with saturated colors and blurry edges. It looked like they were made of fog, or clippings from really old photographs.

Raven glared at Red, who seemed unbothered by the growing pile of lethal weaponry. "I sent you to get Red-X, not to go on a shopping spree for murder weapons," Raven said angrily.

"Hey, I was trying to be helpful. Robin has unhealthy obsession with gadgets. I brought some so he wouldn't go through withdrawal," Red protested. "Besides, I grabbed most of that stuff before I left the manor. I don't know why you're so angry about this. I got you guys more gear."

Robin separated his nonlethal gear from the lethal weapons, and then tossed the rejected weapons into the elevator, where they disappeared into the mounds of trash. "We don't use murder weapons."

"Raven's holding a gun," Red-X pointed out casually.

"My powers have been drained," Raven countered, glancing down at the handgun she clutched. "I haven't actually killed anyone with this."

Red-X laughed in disbelief. "Wait a second. You two are in a world where death is temporary for almost everyone, and you're still sticking to that stupid principle of no killing?"

Robin scowled. "We don't kill, X. If you have a problem with that, you have the right to leave."

"Okay, let me tell you something, kid," Red-X snapped. "First of all, you hang out with Scarlet over here. Unless I'm wrong, I recall that he used to hold the all-time killing record. Second, you now owe me two favors. If you're dead, I can't redeem those. Third, if you die, I'm not looking forward to being wiped from existence. I don't like any of you, but it beats being vaporized. I'm going to see this mission through."

"Glad to know you're so benevolent," Robin grumbled.

"Anyway," Raven interrupted, "the bigger question is how Red managed to get those weapons. None of them had any special significance to Robin, with the possible exception of the thermal blaster, so there really isn't a reason they would naturally be in his mind." Raven turned to Red. "You said you picked them up at the manor. How?"

Red grinned mischievously. "Let's just say birdboy's memories are a bit more malleable than you think."

Robin froze, staring down at his new utility belt. "You pulled these items directly out of my memories?"

Red-X sheathed the knife he had been spinning. "Don't be so surprised. We've been looting your memories for years. All you need to do it pop into one of the memories, find what you want, and take it from the memory. If it was more of a challenge, it might qualify as theft, but it's more like a store where all the merchandise is free."

Red sighed, staring wistfully down at the mound of trash his weapons had disappeared into. "All the good stuff was looted long ago. Even the stuff you just ditched was worth a small fortune. That was part of my personal collection."

As shocked as Robin was that they were stealing from his memories, Raven looked even more troubled. "You can take items from his memories?"

Red grinned. "Free food, weapons, televisions, and even vehicles. Everything's fair game."

"Everything…" Raven mused, looking even more unsettled. Then she looked up, her expression serious. "Can you take a person out of a memory?"

Red and Red-X froze, as if the subject Raven had brought up was taboo. Finally Red-X spoke, obviously reluctant to provide details. "Before the Great Fadeout, a couple emotions had tried," Red-X replied grimly. "None of them ended well. Whoever they tried bringing over, well, the subjects couldn't handle the crossover. Those who were brought over went insane."

Red nodded, looking more serious than Robin had ever seen him. "I had a friend who tried once. He had tried bringing over all four of the Titans. Seconds after they crossed over, they attacked him. He's not really going to recover anytime soon."

"The problem is that, when objects are crossed over, they're taken apart molecule by molecule, then reassembled so they can be compatible with Robin's mind," Red-X explained. "Well, when a person is crossed over, they're unable to cope with being ripped apart at their most basic level. Thus, when they're rebuilt, they can only recall what they were doing when they were pulled out. Then they repeat the action or process to the point of fanaticism. Since most of us tried to pull people out while they were locked in combat, well…"

"Pros and cons," Red summed up. "Cons; they go insane, might try to kill you, and they're some of the only ones capable of permanently harming one of us, since they're not actually part of the real world or Robin's mind. On the pro side, they can only last a few minutes. They can't handle their own power and molecular instability and literally burn out. So it kind of evens out."

Raven looked even more concerned than she had before the explanation, which Robin didn't assume was a good sign. "If they go insane and can permanently kill someone, it could be…" Raven mumbled, apparently calculating something in her head. "No, they burn out after a few minutes. There's no way anyone could have lasted this long."

"Why do you want to know, Raven?" Red chuckled. "I know that I'm irresistible, but you'll just have to settle for one of me."

"Trust me, one of you is one too many," Robin grumbled, pulling off his Turmoil disguise and tossing it into the elevator with the rest of the trash. No matter how stained and bloody his uniform was, he was secretly relieved to be able to display the colors again. Disguising himself as a Turmoil was not only degrading, but also felt fundamentally wrong. Appearing to be an enemy, even if he was only pretending to join their ranks, went against everything he stood for. After he had masqueraded as Red-X, and almost immediately after he had been abducted by Slade to serve as his apprentice, Robin had sworn to himself that he would always show which side of the law he belonged on, and to never even question his alignment. After meeting the less-than-righteous residents of his own mind, Robin was even more restless if he wasn't wearing his red, yellow, and green uniform. At the very least, it gave him a sense of purpose. Speaking of which, Robin remembered that the group was on a timer.

"How much more time before the tower's charge reaches 100%?" Robin demanded, snatching his grappling hook out of his utility belt.

Red-X shrugged. "Hate to break it to you, kid, but I have no idea what you're talking about. I only managed to get here a few minutes ago."

Raven glanced around the elevator shaft curiously. "How did you manage to get in here, anyway?"

For the first time, Robin surveyed the elevator shaft. The sheets of steel that made up the walls stretched uninterrupted from the elevator upwards until they disappeared into the darkness. There weren't any visible air vents or service doors, so Robin wondered how the elevator shaft had any oxygen, much less how Red and Red-X managed to work their way inside.

Red-X laughed. "In case you're forgetting, Robin's mind granted me all the powers of the real Red-X. Teleporting isn't exactly out of the question."

"Actually," Raven snapped, "I was asking Red. Don't think I've forgotten about your abilities, X. That's the only reason I asked you to come."

Red-X shook his head ruefully. "I'm only here because you promised some kind of payment. Unless I'm wrong, I'm not seeing a big pile of cash waiting for me."

"If we succeed, you can keep the vehicle I drove here," Raven conceded. "If we fail, you're going to have bigger problems."

Red waved his hand to get their attention. "Hey, uh, does the dashing action hero here get a prize? Does he get the car, or the girl, or…?"

Raven gave Red a look of loathing. "You shouldn't even be here, Red. No rewards. Besides, you still haven't answered my question. How did you manage to get in here?"

Red grinned, pulling back his cape to reveal a handmade metal belt, with tubes of Xenothium ore hastily wired into a massive red button on the buckle. "Figured out how to build one of these a while ago," Red explained, obviously proud of himself. "After a couple of misfires and a minor nuclear explosion, I was able to build this baby. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself."

Robin examined the belt skeptically. "How do you steer? There's no targeting mechanism in this."

Red's shoulders sagged slightly as he adjusted his jury-rigged utility belt. "That's the problem. I can't. It's like throwing a dart while blindfolded. You can only hope that it ends up where you want it to, and pray that you don't hit anyone. Trust me, it isn't pretty when you do."

"Anyway, enough about gadgets," Robin declared, staring up into the gloom of the elevator shaft. "We need to get to the top floor and stop Pride."

Red-X shrugged. "Whatever you say, kid. I can just phase up the walls until I get there."

Robin nodded, drawing his grappling hook. "Okay, you can do that. Red and I can use our grappling hooks, but that still leaves Raven."

"I can carry her," Red offered, grinning at Raven. "I'll take the burden for the good of the team."

"Yeah," Raven muttered, "maybe when Hell freezes over."

"That's not a no," Red pointed out hopefully.

Red-X glanced at his utility belt. "I'd offer to teleport you up there, but for this amount of distance, even if it was just me, I'll have to make several secondary teleports. That would risk dropping you and losing my reward."

Red snapped his fingers like he had just thought of a brilliant idea. "I've got it!"

Red whipped out his grappling hook and snatched Robin's out of his hand. He then dove into the elevator and began rummaging around in the trash piles.

Robin turned to Raven, who looked just as annoyed with Red as he was. "Why did you want Red-X in the first place?"

Raven sighed. "I had planned to sneak into the Tower, take out whoever ran this place, and get out quickly. Red-X's abilities would have made that easier. Unfortunately, your half-baked stealth plan with the Guardians was busted, and any attempt at stealth was lost. It was too late to find Red and stop him from getting X, so now they're just here for no real reason. It's better than having no backup, though."

"Thanks," Red-X grumbled as he prepared his teleportation equipment. "That makes me feel all sunny inside."

A few minutes later, Red climbed out of the elevator, lugging a wooden plank behind him. Hooking the handles of the grappling hooks to either side of the plank, Red fired the cables, which disappeared into the darkness above. Tightening the wire, Red stepped back from the contraption he had created. "Presenting for the first time anywhere," Red announced, gesturing towards the swinging plank, which hovered a few inches off of the ground, "Red's finest, and hopefully not last, invention, the world's most dangerous porch swing! Can go straight up at two speeds: breakneck fast or agonizingly slow. Your choice, they both have a chance of killing you."

Robin walked past Red and sat down on the right side of the plank, which tilted wildly under him. "As long as it can get all three of us up," Robin muttered, "I'm fine with it."

Raven sat down next to Robin, causing the plank to tilt even more wildly. "Let's just get this over with."

Red quickly adjusted the settings on the grappling hooks, then squeezed between Raven and Robin. "Okay, I'm starting to regret building this," Red muttered. "Straight up, here we go."

Squeezing the triggers of the grappling hooks, the board shuddered, than began to rise agonizingly slowly. Red-X watched them ascend for a moment, than vanished, probably scaling the elevator shaft at a much faster rate.

Red grinned at Raven, who was sandwiched next to him on the short plank. "Anybody ever tell you you're cuter up close?"

"It's not wise to irritate a girl who is holding a handgun," Raven growled.

"I don't know about that," Red chuckled. "I love girls who can kick my butt."

Red fell silent after that comment. Robin assumed he was going to speak up again a few minutes later, probably to try flirting with Raven again. To Robin's surprise, however, Red stayed silent for most of the ride up the elevator shaft. This was pretty astounding, as it had already taken half of an hour to reach the halfway point in the elevator shaft.

Glancing at the other two riders on the makeshift elevator, Robin noticed Red massaging his chest, a pained expression on his face. "Red, are you feeling okay?" Robin asked, gesturing towards Red's chest.

Red glanced up at Robin, startled. He quickly pulled his hand away from his chest, as if he were caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Uh, yeah," Red mumbled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just…some Mexican food isn't agreeing with me. That's all."

Red clammed up after that, glancing at Robin warily every few minutes, as if Robin was going to call him out for having heartburn. Robin didn't really care. Next to Red, Raven appeared to be meditating, maybe trying to restore some of her magic. Once again, Robin felt a pang of guilt. He'd dragged Raven into this nightmare, made her lose her powers, and left her with a handgun as a replacement. Great friend he was.

"Any luck with getting back your magic?" Robin asked, leaning past Red to see Raven. The board tilted wildly as he did, and Robin had to jerk backwards to keep himself from falling, smacking his head against the wall. He made a mental note to give himself a medical examination after this was over. He'd been injured more times these past few hours than he had been in the past few weeks outside his head.

Raven's eyes remained closed, staying in her trance. "Nothing yet," Raven murmured, her mouth barely opening. "Right now, I might be able to generate a spark or two at best. I'm going to need as much magic as possible when we get to the top floor."

Robin almost expected Red to interrupt them with some badly timed wisecracks, but Red remained silent, staring blankly at the opposite wall of the elevator shaft, as his thoughts were far away from where his body was.

A few minutes later, the lift passed a sparking LCD screen. Robin had no idea who was intended to see it in the inaccessible elevator shaft, or who even managed to put it up, but the message on the screen was much more troubling. 98% CHARGED.

Robin winced. "98% already? We only have a few minutes before Pride tries again."

Red frowned, snapping out of his self-induced trance. "Wait, you mentioned Pride before, but I didn't put two and two together until now. You're saying that Pride was the one who drove you mad?"

"I wouldn't exactly put it that way, but yeah," Robin confirmed. "As far as we know, Pride's hosting the boss, whoever he is. If we stop Pride, we stop the second suicide attempt."

Red grinned slightly. "Sweet. I've been looking for a reason to kick Pride's butt."

Robin noticed how tense Red had become. Every few moments, Red would twitch or shudder, as if he was trying not to fall asleep. Robin didn't think much of it. Red had way too many quirks, so twitching wasn't the most concerning habit. He was probably just exhausted from searching the city for Red-X, or maybe he was about to switch into his smaller form.

"Robin, do you remember when you were Slade's apprentice?" Red asked suddenly, turning to look directly at Robin. "And he was controlling you by manipulating your friends?"

Robin blinked, surprised by the question. Usually the Titans avoided asking Robin about his time as Slade's apprentice unless the question was vital, or if they wanted to make a cheap shot. They knew Robin didn't like to talk about the experience. Red probably didn't have such restrictions, though. "Yeah, I remember," Robin replied, slightly irritated by Red's rudeness. "Why do you want to know?"

Red ignored the question, his expression an unusual mixture a panic and curiosity. "What did it feel like?"

Robin shifted his position on the plank, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "When the nanoscopic probes were activated, it felt like my blood was boiling. It seemed like every nerve in my body had overloaded, nothing but pain registering. Imagine your body bursting into flames from the inside out."

"If you needed to know that, Red," Raven mumbled, still meditating, "you didn't need to ask Robin specifically. We both had the probes inside our bloodstreams."

Red shook his head, his expression serious. "No, before that. When Slade was controlling your actions, forcing you to attack your friends. What was that like?"

Robin looked down into his lap, fiddling with his utility belt absentmindedly. "Well… it's hard to describe. I knew I needed to attack without hesitation, and there was always underlying terror. If I didn't do enough damage, Slade would do the rest without hesitation. I had to attack my friends to keep them safe. Whatever I did, attack, defend, retreat, it all felt fundamentally wrong. If I failed at any of it, my friends would die."

Robin took a deep breath, trying to avoid looking at Red or Raven. "And there was also… there was also an insane adrenaline rush. I could attack without hesitation. I could fight without holding back. Every old feud, every petty argument seemed to rise to the surface, and I could take it out on all of them. When I didn't have to hold back… I felt unstoppable. And I hated every minute of it."

Red nodded, a drop of sweat trickling down his forehead. "But you couldn't hold back, or else it would all be for nothing."

Robin nodded grimly. "Like I said, I hated it." Robin looked up at Red. "Why do you want to know?"

Red sighed, looking away from both Raven and Robin. "I was trying to find out if you had the same-"

The board suddenly jerked, knocking Raven out of her meditation and almost throwing Robin down into the elevator shaft. Grabbing onto the grappling cable to steady himself, Robin realized that the lift had reached the top of the elevator shaft. The remains of an elevator door were embedded in the wall, sliced apart to form a large, X-shaped hole in the center. Peering through the hole, Robin could just barely see Red-X leaning against the hallway wall, spinning a red blade in his gloved hand. His mask hung from his belt loosely, the skull pattern unrecognizable in the darkness. Red-X glanced up at the group, still spinning the blade between his fingers.

"About time you three showed up," Red-X grumbled. "I was about to check the bottom of the elevator shaft, see if your makeshift elevator had crashed and burned."

Raven stood up carefully on the groaning contraption, which threatened to give way any moment. "Patience is a virtue, X," she muttered. "Test mine anymore, and I'm pushing you down this elevator shaft."

Red-X shrugged. "Say what you want, I'm just tired of hanging out with a bunch of corpses."

Robin frowned, pulling out his staff. "Corpses? What corpses?"

Red-X chuckled. "Come and see for yourself, kid. It's a slaughterhouse in here."

Getting off the board and into the hallway was a challenge. Robin was able to launch himself from the lift and into the hallway, narrowly missing the razor-sharp remains of the doorway. The hallway was pitch-black. Robin wasn't sure if the lights had died, or if they had been turned off on purpose. Either way, it wasn't very reassuring. Raven and Red soon followed Robin through the doorway. Raven managed to make it through without any problems, but Red smashed his head against the doorframe on the way in. Once he made it through the doorway, he began rubbing his head gingerly, wincing as he touched it.

"Next time you cut a hole in a door, X," Red grumbled, trying to use a bird-a-rang to check his head for bruises, "try to make it big enough for someone to fit through."

Red-X sneered at Red, sheathing his knife. "Sorry, but the corpses were a little distracting."

"Okay, Red-X," Robin muttered, fumbling with his utility belt for a moment before pulling out a small flashlight. "A couple of corpses aren't exactly rare when we're in this kind of-"

Robin stopped speaking as soon as he clicked on the flashlight. The beam from the device was the only source of light in the room, but it still suitably displayed the carnage before them. The hallway was crammed with dead Robins. Many were slumped against the walls, bird-a-rangs half-buried in the center of each their foreheads. Others were sprawled across the floor of the hallway, their intermingled blood pooling on the tiles. Some were unrecognizable, with faces bashed in by a staff or fried by a sonic disk. Most, however, were all too well preserved, expressions of horror frozen on their faces as the small remainder of the blood still in their bodies leaked out of gaping wounds in their stomachs and chest. Robin guessed there were about thirty bodies in the hallway, but it wouldn't be surprising if there were more before the fight, Robins who were now blown up beyond recognition, or dumped down the elevator shaft. All of the Robins wore completely white uniforms, now dyed scarlet by their own blood.

The four remained silent for a moment. Then Red-X broke the silence. "Yeah, like I said," Red-X muttered, his voice echoing throughout the hallway, "a little distracting."

"If we get out of here alive," Raven grumbled, "Robin's going through another round of therapy. This mind is about as twisted as it can get."

Robin knelt next to one of the less gruesome corpses, examining the stained uniforms. "Who are these guys? They don't look like Turmoils."

Red-X scowled. "They're not. They're the Tower's watchmen. They're only here to protect the central nervous system from any intruders. All of them are, well, they WERE deaf, blind and mute, but they could kick almost anyone's ass. Maybe they had ESP or something, because they never lost a fight."

"Except this time," Raven commented, surveying the carnage with mild disgust. "Looks like Pride was able to get through them."

Robin stood up from the corpse, wiping some of the blood off of his gloves. "Okay, Pride's incredibly dangerous. We've covered that. At least we have both Red and Red-X to back us up, though." Robin glanced around the hallway, looking for his allies. "Wait a second, where's Red?"

Red-X pulled a small red penlight out of his belt and turned it on, sweeping it across the room along with Robin's flashlight. Finally they located Red. He was standing all the way at the end of the hallway, his back to the group. Before him was a large metal door, half-covered with the drying blood of the watchmen. Red ran the fingers of his left hand along the seam of the door, almost as if he was in a trance.

"Right behind this door," Red murmured, his back still to the group. "Only a few more steps, and I would have made it. I almost got him. I almost escaped it."

Robin stared at him, confused. "Red? Are you feeling okay? We're almost there, we don't have much time to lose."

If Red heard him, he gave no sign. "I almost thought I could be immune," Red muttered, shuddering slightly. "I didn't give in as easily as the others, that's all. Now it caught up with me." Red turned around slowly, his left hand dropping to his side. In his right hand he clutched his handgun, the barrel still coated with dried salsa. Red stared at the group, his expression fearful. "You three need to go. Now. Before it's too late."

Robin frowned. "What are you talking about? We're almost there. The four of us can stop Pride."

"The four of us," Red repeated. He chuckled sadly, clicking the safety off of his handgun. "I wanted the four of us to stop Pride. I wanted to help you. I wanted…wanted to stop Pride before it got to me."

Raven stepped forward, drawing her handgun. "Red, what are you doing? Cut it out, now."

Red laughed, a sound that echoed down the hallway. "The lady asks," he said bitterly, "I obey."

His hand shaking, Red lifted the barrel of the gun to his head. Robin immediately pulled out a bird-a-rang, and Raven aimed her handgun at Red's hand.

"Red, stop this now," Robin ordered. "Put the gun down."

Red shook his head, the gun sliding against the side of his head. "No, I need to do this. It'll buy you some time. Otherwise, I'm going to… I have to…"

"Red, we're not going anywhere," Raven said, pointing her handgun at Red's hand, as if she could shoot the gun out of his hand. "Whatever it is you're trying to do, stop it now. We're not going to-"

"For once, listen to me!" Red shouted. "You three need to go NOW! If this bullet doesn't kill me, I'll be forced to-"

Red suddenly shuddered violently, as if he had just stuck a fork into an electrical socket. Slowly, he pulled the gun away from his head. He examined the handgun for a second, a look of mild curiosity on his face. Then Red laughed. It was a dark laugh, the laugh of a maniac who had just come to grips with just how insane he was. As suddenly as the laughter had begun, it stopped. Red then lifted the gun again, but this time he was pointing the barrel directly at Robin.

"Red?" Robin's mind went blank, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry about this," Red said, his tone much more neutral than it had ever been before, "But if any of you take one more step, I'm putting a bullet through your heads."

(Note: I do not own Teen Titans)