Heya guys,

If some of you got confused reading the last chapter I'll explain; RAVEN and BEE both got taken, you can probably guess you was watching this while he was sat in the trash. The man was MR TOM THOMAS from the hospital. He worked there, and told the team which he recognised as superheroes even though they were in their civvies, how tired he was with working. The three shadows in the backdrop were from the previous chapter. The guy who attacked Raven in the previous chapter was not seen in the last chapter.

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"Where is she?" Victor paced up and down in the creaky motel room. He furrowed his brow, looking towards his wing man; the man hanging from the ceiling light. The doctor's dark eyes followed the shady man as he dropped from the light onto the much-too springy bed; He crossed his legs and smiled at his worried 'co-worker.' "You don't think I was too harsh on her?" The tall practitioner boomed at the ex-Robin, who had moved onto the floor and was beginning a game of 'Tetris' on his Lokia. Nightwing barley looked up from the game, his eyebrows melded together in deep concentration, "Oh no. Of course not. Telling her she's worthless is hardly harsh at all."

Cyborg scoffed. "Way to be subtle." He gave Nightwing an odd look. His friend was acting awfully out of character, and he couldn't pick up on why, "Nightwing. Um...Richard...is everything...okay?" He was backing away from the somewhat under-mature man, who had starting playing random tunes from his much-too old mobile phone.

Nightwing craned his neck, and looked at Cyborg. The corners of his mouth lifted one at a time, "I think the milk in my cereal this morning was spiked." Cyborg sighed, and his friend started jabbering on about why old phones are better than newer ones. The conversation was pointless, and after a few minutes of listening to ramblings about internet connection and small buttons, Victor grabbed his own phone.

He stared at Bee's number. He shut his eyes and sighed. There was no point in calling her. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, and deep down he knew he was too late. He had no idea why he was thinking in that way, but his assumptions proved true.

A loud banging at the door caused Nightwing to roll under the bed and Victor to grab the handle in anticipation. After a while the knocking stopped."Housekeeping!" No. Cyborg and Nightwing were not falling for that again. Last week they had opened the door to their housekeeper, only to find that EVERTHING was gone when they returned from a walk; luckily they always carried their valuables with them, Cyborg looked towards Nightwing who lifted an eyebrow.

"No one's home!" He yelled. Cyborg slapped himself, placing a finger to his lips to warn Nightwing. "Shhhh!"

The bird-boy lifted his other eyebrow. "Way to blow our cover, Victor!"

"Housekeeping!" The shrill voice rang through the room once more. The man taking cover under the queen-sized bed, crawled across the floor, stood up, and walked towards the door, he opened it. A very manly woman stood at the door, she was wearing a blue dress, had a visibly stuffed bra on and short-cut dark curly hair. "No one's home." Nightwing repeated, before slamming the door and returning to his new found spot of favour in the darkness of the underneath of Victor and Karen's bed.

The only mature person left in the room sighed and placed his ear to the door. The woman grumbled on the other side. Vic and Dick listened to footsteps recede. Nightwing stood up, brushing himself off. The room had NEVER been hovered; dust had caked the man. Victor stared at the obviously off man, "Why are you in costume?" Cyborg asked, in a very annoyed fashion. Nightwing put on a wide smile, "Why aren't you?"

The doctor didn't get to answer though. Nightwing shushed him. Their ears pricked up, and they listened to what sounded like running...up the creaky motel stairs. Both the men stared at each other. That's when their door blew off its hinges. Nightwing flew to the dark safety under the bed, and Cyborg hit his back against a wall. They stared in shock at the housekeeper who was crouching on the floor. She stood up gracelessly, blowing a curl of dark hair from her eyes, and straightening her clothes. "Someone wanted to clean." Nightwing grumbled from his spot. Cyborg gave him a look of agreement and stepped down from the desk he had found refuge on.

The housekeeper smiled and lifted up her arms, one of them was used to undress herself while the other ripped off her...wig. Cyborg squealed and looked away, but Nightwing just stared in shock.

"I thought you looked like a man." Nightwings voice sounded. The person smiled, and spoke, his voice much lower than then that of the foreign woman's. "You guys were always fun to prank...this was just a whole new level. Cyborgs shock turned into a smile, as did the 'housekeepers', who asked, with a plea in 'her' eyes; "Do you have any make up remov-"

"BEAST BOY!" The drag-queen was thrown to the floor in a full bodied hug. Cyborg pried the much too happy Nightwing off of the scared changeling. Again, all faces in the room adapted took the image of smiles, "I think I LIKE this Robin a lot more!"

Cyborg laughed, "He thinks his milk was spiked." Again his laugh filled the room, Nightwing joined him. The disguised Beast Boy got up from the floor, wiping away some dust from his male clothing, which had been worn under the outfit beforehand. "That's coz it was." The somewhat surfer-dude voice sounded above the giggles of his friends.

They instantly stopped. "WHAT?" Cyborg asked, his eyes wide open. Beast Boy shrugged and crossed the room in a matter of seconds, he was obviously searching for something, but gave off the impression that he was just exploring. "How'd you know?" Nightwings voice questioned. He seemed to be returning back to his hard-working, un-caring cold, dange-himself.

Beast Boy frowned. "Coz. When I came to look for you guys, I saw the guy spike your drink before it was brought to you. After you ate it, I beat him up. That wasn't my best idea. There were like...seven of them. Still, I beat the shit out of them too, forgot why I was even in the motel and left." He paused and looked at his friends, "But! Then I remembered, dressed up as a housekeeper and came to tell you guys the bad news. BUT. There were more guys outside your room. They wanted to take you down while you were drugged...but I beat them up too...and then after I had a door rudely slammed in my face, I ran-"

He was stopped by Cyborg, "We know that. Who were they?"

Beast Boy grimaced. "You're not gonna believe me." He moaned.

The consultant smiled, "Of course we will, B."

The performer returned the grin, "The same guys who got Rae and Bee...dead guys."

Nightwing spluttered out water from his mouth. He had been drinking it to calm down. Beast Boy smiled. Cyborg fainted. Nightwing just looked at Beast Boy.

"I have a lot of explaining to do...don't I?"

Yeah guys. Not feelin' it. But I wanted to update. I kinda just wrote on a whim and hoped it would come out okay.

There's Chapter 24 for you. We've got like five to ten chapters left. I promise!

Okay. Peace,

R and R if you get the chance.

Soph