A/N: Hey all. This is again, a day late, and as such I am sorry. Tell you what, though, I will write "Drunk Science" (which I totally stole the name for from TomSka, whoopsie) into a part of Windolene & Swarfega, kay? Likey?

THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS, YOU GUYS ROCK! LEAVE MORE! I BEG OF YOU!

Okay, desperate plea for love over, enjoy the 11th (or something) part of RTJ.

(I have been completely forgetting to sign these author's notes so you can sell them on eBay. Therefore...)

Tom xx

Home Alone; Paintball Fight; Leave Reddy Alone; Drunk Science

Red Tornado's Journal: September 9th

Black Canary has had an evident lapse of judgement and has deigned to allow the team to remain in the cave unsupervised. Unsupervised apart from me.

This will not end well. For anyone.

Red Tornado's Journal: September 10th

First problem: Shipment of 14 bottles of water to the cave. Zatanna seen studying book entitled "Intoxication Spells: An Overview", and cross-checking book title over all known suppliers of magical artefacts has revealed it is supplied by Faust Libraries Incorporated.

Internet research of any known use for this spell would indicate that Zatanna (and very probably Robin) have masterminded a scheme to sneak intoxicating agents into the cave without Black Canary's knowledge.

I have to keep these liquids out of Green Arrow's clutches.

Red Tornado's Journal: September 11th

Walked into the main room this afternoon to find the room set up to host some form of armed conflict. Robin and Kid Flash were evidently dividing the team up into two groups, and, as there are only eight team members, I was asked (read: pressured into with promises of the Doors) to "referee." Robin, Zatanna Aqualad and Rocket are together, combating the combined force of Artemis, Kid Flash, Miss Martian and Superboy.

When I asked what they would be fighting with, Robin held up a number of firearms which were loaded with small spheres of paint (I am told the term is "Paintballs").

Each team member was given a weapon and assigned a colour to distinguish their hits – Robin black, Kid Flash yellow, Artemis green, Zatanna purple, Aqualad blue, Rocket pink, Superboy red and Miss Martian white.

One rather messy and destructive fight later, and the cave is now an oddly beautiful patchwork of various colours.

Needless to say, the team with Chalant in it ruthlessly destroyed the enemy.

Robin is surprisingly accurate with a firearm for someone who does not use one ever.

Red Tornado's Journal: September 12th

This evening, my worst fears were realised.

The bottled water-turned-alcoholic drinks were broken out.

As a result of quietly eavesdropping on the playing of a human game, "Truth or Dare", I have learned much useful information regarding my young charges.

Additionally, as a result of another game, "I Never", I have learned that both Robin and Zatanna have been forced to flee from a store mid transaction after the vendor used the words "well jell" and "awesomeballs."

This is odd, as I had expected them to relish the new words created here.

Red Tornado's Journal: September 13th

Attempted new conversational tactic I recently learned and am attempting to input, with varied success, designated, "subtly" and referenced Kid Flash's phobia of Swiss cheeses in order to cease his constant pestering of me.

I think that physically throwing a large slice of Leerdammer at him may have been over-egging the pudding somewhat.

Locked Robin and Zatanna in a reinforced weapons locker to keep them out of the way while I called Black Canary and requested she return to the cave with all due speed.

Red Tornado's Journal: September 14th

Robin and Zatanna have smashed their way out of the weapons locker using one of Robin's Birdarangs that Zatanna turned into a sledgehammer.

Curses. I was getting used to the peace and quiet.

My energy cells are getting low on energy, as I have been at 97% power output for three weeks now. I believe I will power down for the night.

Red Tornado's Journal: September 15th

Powered up to find myself trapped inside the Armoury. Robin and Zatanna's doing, no doubt.

They may have miscalculated the amount of high-explosive rocket ordnance inside said room, as I am now the owner of twin shoulder-mounted three-pack missile launchers which when fired into a tornado create quite the explosion.

Am glad to state that primarily I escaped the Armoury, and secondarily that Black Canary has arrived and my torment is thankfully at an end.

She was a little vexed about the carbon scoring on every room in the Cave, which was definitely not a result of Robin and Kid Flash's "Drunk Science" experiments with high-powered lasers.

(My, I am improving rapidly at this "lying" skill.)