Disclaimer: I really wish that I worked for DC Comics. Then everything I write would be canon!

A/N: Okay, yes in the previous chapter Mark Wolfman is indeed an allusion to Marv Wolfman, who is the creator of the New Teen Titans comics and other fun DC characters. When I was thinking of a name for him the first thing that popped into my head was "Wolfman." Then I picked "Mark," realized that it was close to "Marv," but then thought "why not?"

Also: Batman: Under the Red Hood: OMFG THE FIRST FIVE MINUTES ARE SO INTENSE! Great movie. I really wanted to see it 'cause it's the first time the DC Animated Universe adapted the Jason Todd storyline. Sorry. Had to rant about the awesomeness.

I have also hit over 50,000 words. What does that mean? Why, it means that this story is *officially* a novel.

Thanks again for the reviews, people! I love you all.

Part 3: Princess Koriand'r, The Tamaranean's Tale

Chapter 13: Invasion

-S-

Robin wasn't the only one plagued with nightmares.

The Tamaranean princess tossed and turned all night in a fitful sleep. She lay curled in a ball, her red hair spread out over the pillows and her hands clutching the blankets. Oh, she had the usual nightmares about the Gordanians and the Citadel, but tonight the nightmare was different.

She dreamed of Robin.

Tamaran's rocky mountains loomed above her, filling her heart with joy as she flew through the air of her homeworld. True, Earth was full of amazing and beautiful places, but Tamaran would always be the most beautiful world eyes would behold.

She flew towards the base of the mountains and away from the buildings built into the rocky towers. Tamaranean culture left no room for weak people. Even as a princess Starfire learned how to fight like a true warrior and learned how to face the rough wilderness of the planet. She landed in front of a cliff littered with caves. As a child she used to explore these caverns with Galfore.

Starfire entered one of the larger caves. To her surprise she found a brightly-clad figure lying curled on the floor, his black-and-gold cape lying in tatters about him. He lifted his head as she approached. Shock filled her as she saw blood running down his face.

"Starfire!" Robin cried, reaching out a hand for her. "Help me!"

Despite what Robin said about doing everything alone, Starfire wanted to help him. When the Titans figured out the secret of the nanoscopic probes and had raced down to Slade's lair, it had been Starfire who acted first.

Robin screamed as he was dragged backwards into the darkness. No matter how fast Starfire ran so always seemed so slow. She ran into the darkness where he disappeared, but found no one there.

A deep male voice chuckled. "Why am I not surprised to see you here, princess?"

Feel the righteous fury, Starfire thought, her hands curling into fists, you must save him! Yet as Slade walked into the light she could not help but fear him as well. Where was Robin? What had Slade done with him?

"Leave. Him. Alone."

Her starbolts cast Slade in a greenish glow, the contours of his metal mask illuminated in the dim light. Even in her rage she noticed that Slade held something white in his hand. Noticing her glance, Slade held up the object to the light.

It was Robin's mask.

"You think you know him," Slade sneered, "but you don't know the first thing about him."

"That is not true!"

"Oh, really? Then why do I know all of his secrets? Why is it that I know what he looks like under the mask?"

Was that what was truly bothering her? That Slade knew everything about Robin? His true name, his true face, his true history? The fact that Robin had been an inch away from revealing his identity to her?

"You made him do it!"

"Why, my dear, he took it off for me."

Although she wanted to say that he was lying, Robin had admitted so himself. This only increased her fury.

They began to fight. Her eyes glowed dangerously as she summoned up all of her alien strength to defeat Slade. She certainly had an advantage over him with her powers, but Slade remained elusive. He played the defensive, dodging her fists and starbolts with the upmost ease.

She yelped as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her backwards.

"I have no doubt that you have the power to kill me," Slade said, "isn't that what the Warlords of Okaara taught you to do?"

One of her starbolts connected with his face. She leapt forward and ripped off Slade's mask. To her horror a Gordanian head stared back at her, scaly and hideously reptilian. Starfire froze, utterly paralyzed with fear. She didn't know why—since she had successfully fought Gordanians before—but this renewed her childhood fear of Tamaran's worst enemies.

She screamed.

Starfire awoke.

The light from the rising sun shone on her face. She got out of bed and walked to the wide windows to pull the curtains open. This morning the marine layer dissipated in the rays of the Terran sun, forecasting a lovely day in Jump City. A few stars still shone above in the deep blue sky.

At least one thing was certain: no matter how bad the situation got the sun would always rise. Another day would begin. A fresh start. Starfire tried to smile to herself.

Everything that had happened to them in the past few days depressed her, especially regarding Robin. Aside from Galfore, he was the strongest person she knew. He was her best friend on this planet and did not wish to see him like this.

Perhaps they should "take a break" from investigating the mystery and go watch a movie or play the game with the ball and feet. But she knew that they couldn't afford to do that now. If anything, that nightmare only spurred her onward to solving this mystery.

Galfore…

That was it!

She turned on her alien computer and waited for it to warm up. As a princess of Tamaran she really should upgrade. Maybe Cyborg could help with that.

Even though she won the crown Starfire felt as though she wasn't right for Tamaran. She handed the throne to her knorfka Galfore, who was much wiser and more experienced than she was. Nevertheless, she spoke to Galfore often about Tamaranean politics. Even though she considered Earth her home now, she wasn't ignorant of her homeworld politics.

Sometimes Galfore felt that as an outsider of the royal family, he could not possibly be right for Tamaran. About four days ago he sent her a draft of a treaty and asked her opinion. Star really should get back to him on that.

Her heart warmed at the thought of speaking to Galfore. Now that she thought about it, Galfore was the person she needed to talk to. Yes, she loved her friends here, but he knew her the best. Starfire could talk to him about anything.

"Galfore!" she exclaimed, now switching to her native Tamaranean tongue. "Oh Galfore, there is much I need to speak about!"

The transmission did nothing. It wasn't connecting as quickly as it usually did. Garbled noise that didn't sound like Tamaranean issued from the speakers. She tapped the screen in puzzlement.

Something was wrong.

-R-

"SLADE!"

Robin woke up with a start and a yell. He found himself on the floor in a tangle of blankets. Sweat drenched his back and plastered his hair to his forehead. He struggled to disentangle himself from the sheets, feeling suddenly constricted and claustrophobic.

He drew his knees to his chest and took several deep breaths to calm himself down. Even with the air conditioning running it felt much too hot in his room.

"I'm not weak," he said to no one in particular. "I'm not…"

Weak. Vulnerable. Frightened.

Robin lay on the cot with his arms underneath his head. An ice pack was taped to his side, cooling down the throbbing purple bruise there. Of course, there were bruises elsewhere, but Wintergreen was afraid that Slade might have cracked a rib. Poking the bruised area, Robin didn't think that he broke a rib. Bruised it, probably, but not broken.

Tonight Slade wasn't making him do anything. No stealing. No training. Nothing except recuperating from their latest training session. There wasn't much he could do aside from rest. It infuriated him that he couldn't move much without pain. He hated being useless and hated lying around without anything to do.

He tensed as the invisible door slid open and Slade stepped in. He sat up and turned his head to the wall, not wanting to talk to him. The last thing he wanted to do was strike up a conversation with Slade. Sometimes, though, he felt lonely enough to want to talk to him. Now, however, was not the time.

He really hated these pep talks.

"I see that Wintergreen gave you an ice pack," Slade said, talking more to himself than to Robin, "good."

Was that concern that Robin heard? No, it wasn't concern for his well-being. At least, not for his emotional well-being. He touched the ice pack and felt more water than ice. Wintergreen taped him about ten minutes ago—he should take it off before he got frostbite. Still not looking at Slade, Robin began to rip off the tape. The skin around the bruise was bright red from the prolonged exposure to the ice. When he touched it he could still feel the pain, but his stomach was now ice-cold and numb.

Slade pulled up a chair sat down next to him. They sat in silence for a long time. Robin was surprised that Slade didn't speak first. Wasn't this Slade's daily session of talking down to him? What was he waiting for? Robin didn't move as he stared resolutely at the wall.

This was so awkward.

"If you were really sorry you would let me and my friends go."

As always, Slade's face was expressionless. Robin hated looking at that metal mask. It annoyed the hell out of him that he couldn't figure out who the man was behind the mask. What did Slade really look like? Old? Young? Robin guessed that Slade was middle-aged, judging from the voice and physique. That narrowed down the suspects to…oh…one of the billions of middle-aged men in the world.

"I have no concern for your…former friends," Slade said. "And no, I do not regret entrapping you."

Slade took the melted ice pack away and placed it on top of the dresser. Go away, Robin thought, biting his lip, please go away. But he knew that Slade wouldn't. Robin did this for his friends. He didn't agree to talk to Slade like an old friend or…as father and son…

"It doesn't have to be this way," Slade said, "if you went about this with a better attitude—"

"I feel like I'm taking this rather well," Robin snarled, "considering the fact that I'm being held against my will."

"Held against your will? Dick, you agreed to work fo—"

"Stop calling me that!"

Robin couldn't take it anymore. He tried to sit up straighter, but he found that he couldn't stand because of the pain in his side. He shut his eyes tightly as the pain flared up again. Maybe this way why Slade came in to talk to him now. Robin was hurt and couldn't talk with his fists. He glared at Slade. Robin could stand a number of insults—Bird-boy, bird brain, little bastard, brat—but somehow the way Slade addressed him by this affectionate nickname infuriated him more than all of those combined.

"Why?"

"My name is Robin."

"No, your name is Richard John Grayson. Robin is your alter ego."

"Well, maybe I don't want you to call me that."

"It doesn't matter what I call you. I still know your identity." Slade cocked his head to the side. "And I know that it won't make you feel better. Just accept your new life, Dick."

Slade had a point. Even though he technically agreed to work for Slade both of them knew that it was nothing short of blackmail. But Robin couldn't accept this. He wouldn't accept this.

"How can I?"

The villain was so narrow-minded that he couldn't see the frightened, angry child sitting before him. Robin felt angry, but he didn't want to pick a fight. He just wanted answers. Such as why Slade chose him over budding villains or why…why Slade wanted an apprentice at all.

"You'll learn."

Dick sat there until his heart rate returned to its normal pace. No one was here except him. Slade wasn't here to drag him out of bed, or to manipulate him, or to verbally abuse him. His throat felt parched from yelling.

As he calmed down he began to shiver, goosebumps rising on his exposed flesh. Whether they were from the sudden cold or fear he didn't know.

Dick held the eye mask in his hands.

Funny, how such a thin strip of cloth could obscure his identity from his closest friends. Even funnier how Clark's identity was never compromised, since all he used were glasses and a spit curl. Maybe he should walk out right now without his mask on. He didn't know whether it would help him cope or not. He would be compromising the identity of Bruce, half the Justice League… Dick leaned against the side of his bed.

How would the others react if he did reveal his secret identity? Some of them wouldn't know who Richard Grayson was. It would also be obvious that Bruce—his legal guardian—was Batman, since no parent would ever allow their child to fight crime as a masked crusader.

Why didn't Slade immediately go after him again after he escaped? Slade knew his identity. He knew Bruce's identity. Now that Dick thought about it, why did Slade go after Terra instead? If anything, Dick left a variety of options wide open for Slade after escaping. There were too many unanswered questions.

Having Slade on the brain didn't help him relax.

Gathering the bed sheets and pulling them back on his bed, Robin decided that he would go back to sleep. He naturally got up this early, even on days when they didn't have combat practice. He crawled underneath the sheets and tried to go back to sleep.

Someone screamed.

-Rae-

Raven awoke.

She glanced at her clock. It was almost six in the morning. Like everyone else in the Tower, she had been awakened by a high-pitched scream of terror. Raven swept out of bed and put on her cloak, her fingers slipping as she fastened it under her chin. She had to admit that she was afraid of what they would find.

As she stepped out into the hallway she found Cyborg and Robin already running towards the noise.

"Who screamed?" Raven demanded.

"It sounded like Starfire," Robin said.

Together they raced towards Starfire's bedroom. Everything looked normal, except for the fact that Starfire wasn't there.

"Wake Beast Boy," Robin said. "Now."

His voice went to a low growl, although Raven felt cold fear emanating from him. He hadn't been crying again, but…

She nodded and raced towards Beast Boy's messy room. The scent of unwashed laundry and rotting food filled her nostrils. She really hated coming in here. Beast Boy was such a slob. She approached the bunk bed where Beast Boy slept.

"Wake up!" Raven snapped.

She used her powers to rip the bed sheets off of his bed. Beast Boy scrunched into a tighter ball as he snuggled into his pillow.

"Mmm…" Beast Boy mumbled, one hand snaking out to search for the missing blanket, "five more minutes."

Raven's eyes glowed white as she jerked him out of bed with her powers. He yelled as he was flung head-over-heels into a pile of dirty cloths. He popped up and shook a lone sock off of his head.

"What was that for?"

"Why? What's happening?"

"Starfire is the next target."

At once he leapt to his feet and followed her down the hallway.

As Raven ran to the common room she caught sight of a couple of newspapers on the countertop. To keep up with the news, Robin subscribed to several newspapers, including The Daily Planet and the Gotham Globe. Her violet eyes widened as she read the headline on The Daily Planet. What could this mean? Had Robin read this already?

The others raced up to the roof. Raven enveloped herself in darkness and teleported to the rooftop before the others. She looked around the rooftop but didn't see Starfire there. Looking up, she saw the Tamaranean flying away into the pink sky, a purple splotch fading into the distance. A moment later Robin burst from the door leading to the rooftop, with Beast Boy and Cyborg bringing up the rear.

"STARFIRE!"

Robin slid to a halt on the rooftop, his mouth ajar in stunned surprise. Starfire turned at the sound of her name. Tears ran down her face as she hovered above them, her eyes glowing bright green.

"Please!" Starfire exclaimed. "Do not try to stop me!"

"What happened?" Robin demanded, stepping forward. "Talk to us!"

Instead of answering Starfire turned to continue her journey through the stratosphere. This wasn't like Beast Boy's rage, though. Robin stood silent for a moment before making a decision.

"Titans, go!"

Raven flew into the air after the Tamaranean, casting a black disc for Robin to jump on. Beast Boy transformed into a pterodactyl and lifted Cyborg into the air. It was imperative that they bring her back before she left Earth's atmosphere. This reminded Raven too much of the time when Starfire left Earth because of her alien puberty transformation…thing. They didn't have time to power up the T-ship and chase her halfway across the galaxy.

"I must go! I must save my people!"

Raven felt fear emanating from the other Titans, and especially from Starfire. Raven felt Starfire fear and concern for the people of Tamaran, whom she had sworn to protect since she was small. She also sensed guilt within the Tamaranean, as though Starfire blamed herself for not accepting the crown before this crisis occurred.

"It's a trick!" Raven shouted. "Starfire, you're not thinking straight!"

"Raven, stop her!" Robin said.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"

A dome of black energy surrounded the alien, preventing her from leaving the atmosphere and into the vacuum of space. Robin launched himself into the air from the black disc and, somehow managing to do this gracefully, shot his grapple hook at Starfire. It caught her foot.

You know, Raven thought, for someone who trained under Batman he can be stupid sometimes.

Yet she couldn't help but notice sometimes how he seemed to be born for flying despite the fact that he didn't have powers. The wind whipped his gelled hair back from his forehead and made his cape flap noisily. The sudden extra weight stopped Starfire mid-flight. She dropped like a stone and brought Robin down with her. Disregarding the fact that he could be plummeting to his death, Robin moved his body towards Starfire like an expert acrobat flying on the trapezes, his arms outstretched and reaching for her.

Together they fell through the air.

"STARFIRE!" Robin shouted. "FLY!"

This seemed to bring Starfire back to the present. She closed her eyes tightly as she grabbed Robin's wrist. Raven and the others hovered and watched in anticipation. Back when she and Starfire switched bodies Raven had found it extremely difficult to control the Tamaranean's powers. To fly she had to think a happy thought. Raven flung out a hand and began to utter the magic words to stop them from falling, but Starfire closed her eyes.

Their descent slowed as Starfire regained control of her powers. They landed gently on the rooftop.

"Starfire!" Robin exclaimed grabbing her wrists. "What happened?"

The Tamaranean explained nothing as she collapsed into Robin's eyes. The Boy Wonder wrapped his arms around her and pressed her close.

"It's all right," he said, cradling her in his arms. "Everything will be all right."

Raven could tell that Robin didn't believe his own words.

-BB-

It took a good ten minutes to calm Starfire down.

Everyone watched the sun rise as they stood around the common room. Robin sat on the couch beside Starfire and held her shaking hands, speaking to her in a low, reassuring voice. It was still unclear to him as to what made Star so upset. That is, until Raven came up to them with a newspaper.

"I'm not sure if this is a trick or not." Raven threw down a copy of The Daily Planet in front of them. "The Gordanians have invaded Tamaran."

"What?" Robin looked up, the eyeholes of his mask wide. "It's in the Daily Planet?"

All four of them leaned in close to read the front page article. A large picture of the planet Tamaran dominated the front page. Beast Boy remembered the first time all five of them fought together as a team against Starfire's Gordanian kidnappers. To think that they, Tamaran's traditional enemy, had invaded her home world…

"Who wrote the article?" Robin demanded. "Did Clark Kent?"

"The journalist?" Beast Boy asked. "No, it doesn't look like it. Why?"

Robin didn't answer right away.

"This is fake," he said finally. "Whoever wrote the article used a dead source or did it to hurt us."

"Hello!" Beast Boy exclaimed, throwing out his arms for emphasis. "This is The Daily Planet, not the National Enquirer!"

"BB's got a point," Cyborg said. "It's a respectable newspaper. Why would the journalists write about something that hasn't happened?"

"For a high-enough bribe someone might just push this forward to the front page," Robin said. "But Tamaran's not like Krypton…why would…" He trailed off as he read the article. "It says here that an astronomer named Dr. Glen Cipes, who works at the Northwestern California Observatory, noticed irregularities within the Vega System."

"That observatory is about an hour away from here," Cyborg said. "It has a very powerful radio telescope. It's one of the most powerful on the Western Coast."

"Dr. Cipes noticed the Gordanian fleet approaching the planet Tamaran," Robin continued, reading from the article, "when he noted an irregular mass slowly approaching the Vega System, which slowly grew over a course of a week. Gordanian communications began to jam the radio telescope, utterly destroying all forms of Tamaranean communication and prevented Dr. Cipes from studying the Vega System."

As usual, all of this techno-babble went completely over Beast Boy's head. Why did the writer have to use so many scientific words? Wouldn't it be simpler just to say: Tamaran invaded?

"I attempted to contact Galfore," Starfire said, "but the transmission was blocked. A Gordanian captain intercepted the message. I then knew that Tamaran had been invaded."

Robin gritted his teeth.

"We should have done something," Cyborg said. "We knew that something was going to happen."

"What?" Robin said, his eyes narrowing. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Hey man," Cyborg said, lifting up his hands. "You needed serious chill time."

That was the wrong thing to say.

"You withheld information from me!" Robin snarled. "Information that could have stopped this from happening!"

An expression of shock crossed Beast Boy's face. Sure, he had information, but it wasn't as pertinent to the case. If Cyborg knew that someone else was going to be attacked, then why didn't he tell anyone the moment he came back to the Tower? If Beast Boy got that kind of information he would have told Robin.

"That's not the point!" Robin prodded a finger into Cyborg's metal chest. "Someone's messing with us."

Cyborg pushed Robin's finger to the side.

"Dude, we've got a suspect now in police custody. If you want you can go interrogate him yourself. I'm not stopping you."

"Oh, now there's a suspect that I wasn't aware of?" Robin asked, fuming. "What else haven't you told me?"

Cyborg's words were lost in the shouting match that ensued. The boy wonder's cheeks colored as his voice rose to a shout. Both boys tensed as though getting ready for a fight.

"Hey! Just because you worked with Batman doesn't give you any right to lead, you spiky-haired little—"

"This is not about Batman!"

"You're paranoid! Why can't you just trust us?"

"I'm paranoid? How come you're not? For all we know you could have been attacked next!"

As Robin said this he moved close to Cyborg's face, spit flying from his mouth. Cyborg's eyes narrowed as he pushed Robin away.

"Don't push me!" Robin snarled, shoving Cyborg away. "I'm just trying to keep everyone alive!"

"I'm not the one who went crazy!"

The entire room went dead silent.

"That wasn't my fault! Anyone could have inhaled that dust." Robin huffed and thinned his lips. "I don't have time for this."

"This is getting too personal, Robin." Cyborg grimaced."Do you still think Slade is behind this?"

That was it. Cyborg finally pushed Robin's berserk button. Robin froze at the mention of Slade, the eyeholes of his mask widening in shock and anger. Suddenly, the boy wonder took out his bo-staff and slammed it against Cyborg's face.

"Hey! Dudes!" Beast Boy exclaimed, watching on helplessly. "What are you doing?"

This was just like the time they had a fight over the failed sonic boom attack when Cinderblock broke into prison, only this was much more intense. A brief scuffle broke out between them as Cyborg counter-attacked in defense.

"Oh, you're acting like Slade now, huh?" Cyborg said, his voice taunting. "Did he teach you a few tricks?"

"Don't. Compare. Me. To. Him," Robin growled. "Ever."

"ENOUGH!" Raven shouted, her hair flying as her powers broke them apart. "Pointless arguing will not make anything better."

Beast Boy's skin crawled as the two Titans were slammed hard against the walls of the common room. She could really let her powers loose, he thought, but she always holds back. And for good reason. But Raven had a point. They couldn't afford infighting. Robin snorted derisively, but said nothing in reply. Raven broke the silence.

"I told him not to bring you or the others."

"What?" Beast Boy blurted.

Out of all people, Raven disobeyed the team's protocol? Surely she meant it in a good way, but now…now it just seemed to split them apart. Sometimes it seemed as though she knew things everyone else didn't know because of her telepathic powers. Well, if she did know something important then she better say it now.

Robin turned towards her, his expression irate. "I thought you knew better."

His tone was low and dangerous, sounding very much like Gotham's Dark Knight. Everyone tensed as Robin ground his teeth.

"We may not have prevented this from happening," Raven said, "but we've got a lead. We should use it. Whatever happens we have to stick together." Raven glared at both of them. "Now apologize."

Both crossed their arms over their chest and huffed in irritation.

"I'm sorry man, it was a little out of line," Cyborg said.

Robin nodded, but didn't verbally acknowledge the apology. The Boy Wonder wasn't one much for words these days. Beast Boy had hoped since the day they first met—when the Gordanians came to Jump City—that Robin would continue his smart-aleck attitude that personified the Batman's sidekick. Beast Boy could tell that he still had that attitude somewhere inside him, but perhaps with the Bat temporarily out of his life he felt the need to be serious.

"We should figure out who is behind this," Robin said.

"What about Blackfire?" Beast Boy asked. "She faked an invasion before and she could totally do it again."

"On this large a scale?" Cyborg asked. "I don't think so."

"Blackfire doesn't benefit," Robin said. "Why would she want her planet invaded? She's also in prison and probably incapable of planning something this huge."

"What if it is real?" Raven asked. "What if we're just being paranoid? What if Starfire needs to fight alongside her people?"

There was always that distinct possibility, but no one wanted to believe that this wasn't a coincidence. The fact of the matter was that this was too much of a coincidence. With the Titans being attacked left and right someone obviously wanted Starfire out of the way. What better way to make her leave than to fake an invasion on Tamaran?

"Star," Robin said gently, "are you willing to stay here until we figure this out?"

Her tears had dried, but she still shook with suppressed rage. Beast Boy could tell that she longed to fly straight back to Tamaran. She nodded slowly. Robin straightened.

"If Tamaran has been invaded," Raven said, "you don't have to go alone, Starfire."

"It is…good to know that my friends will help," Starfire said, sniffling. "And that you understand why I must leave if Tamran has truly been…"

She trailed off, giving Robin the opportunity to take charge.

"Raven and Beast Boy, I want you to give Dr. Cipes a call and verify that he actually exists and works for the observatory. Cyborg, you still have to check up on the Jump City Maximum Prison to find out how Cinderblock escaped."

"And you?" Cyborg asked.

Robin glanced down at the newspaper article. Something seemed strange about all this…did Robin know people in Metropolis? He did ask about Clark Kent, that journalist from the Daily Planet. As always, there was a whole side to Robin that Beast Boy knew nothing about.

But who cared about Clark Kent? Now that Lois Lane, she was quite a looker. Too bad she was Superman's girl though. Robin looked back up at his friends. The expression on his face was despondent-almost fearful.

"I need to make another phone call."

A/N: Well….at least they had a little warning. Not much in terms of action, I know, but you gotta trust me on the character buildup here. I wasn't sure if Cyborg and Robin's fight was a little OOC…tell me what you think. This is one chapter I want to go back and edit a little. I am displeased with Part 3's title. Anyway, I've wanted to write that idea of Slade's pep talk for a while.

And yes, Starfire and Robin falling through the air is an allusion to "Stranded." Such a cute episode. :)

All I'll say about the next chapter is: MAJOR CAMEOS. Be excited, people.

I will hunt you down if you don't review. :D