Hey welcome to chapter three! I know I promised Chap 3 by saturday and I held true! I just didn't post it till today...Heh, I felt kinda sorry so I give you this (exrtremly) long chapter! Hooray! Anyway, I must do my dedication. A-hem...

To My Good Friend and Fellow Writer: Eventidespirit
(GO READ NOW!!!)

:::Cough::: Yes, so I hope you like this chapter. I will try to post another up by Sunday. This is my last week of school so I will have plenty of time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Do I Wish I Did? Yes. Will I Ever? No.

Onward!

Chapter Three: Question and Answer

Have you ever had just one of those days?

Not one of those bad days, oh no, but a day in which everything dragged. The clock wouldn't spin fast enough for math to end, or you wanting to go to some place but the time rebelled against your wishes and set itself to become slower. It was like all of the time mechanisms were against you. They wanted to make you suffer in math or of waiting. That was just plain evil...and it wasn't anyone's fault to lay the blame too.

Robin's head nodded for the fifteenth time that hour. He couldn't help it. He shouldn't have stayed up so damn late last night figuring out that signature. Now his biological clock tormented him in history class while the teacher droned on and on about how the peons of the medieval era would sometimes never be able to pay their lord's back, thus becoming basically slaves for life. I mean, who cared? That was then, this is now.

The teen was lucky though. Cyborg was in the same class as Robin and was taking notes. The big athlete star didn't stay up late like his friend did. So now he was able to persuade the masked teen into doing whatever he wanted to get the notes. Cyborg smiled as he jotted the last paragraph down from the board to his paper. Suddenly, he heard a slight 'thunk!' and turned around.

In peaceful slumber lay Robin, sprawled across his desk and drooling ever so slightly. Even though his wide girth blocked the smaller teen most the time, the teacher was still able to sense if somebody had fallen asleep in class. They have this kind of radar system built in when they become part of the school faculty. It scares most the students sometimes. And one teacher must have had his radar fine-tuned.

"My, my. It seems our class pet bird fell asleep again. I also thought well of him. Such a shame."

This teacher, beyond all doubt, was the most cunning and mysterious of all. No one actually knows how he got the job, or WHY he became a teacher. Some say that he was an ex-military General who is going undercover for the CIA. Other's say that he ate problem students and served them for the mystery meat on Thursdays. One even went so far as to speculate that the mask the teacher always wore that only gave view to one of his eyes, was an alien manifestation and soon the extraterrestrials that look just like him were going to come and take the students away. No one believed him though. He was a nut.

Those were only rumors, and, like every other rumor, you needed to hear it from the source first to see if it's true. No one was brave, or stupid, enough to actually come talk to this creepy teacher after hours. The most astounding fact was that no one even knew his real name! He was simply known as:

Slade.

Or Mr. Slade if you wanted his good side. But that was only for the brown- nosers.

Slade didn't seem to mind being called by only one word. Though a lot of people sometimes called him the 'Terminator' behind his back. Still, other's think that he knew that they called him 'Terminator' also. Robin, though, was unfortunate. Why? Because Slade took interest in the boy. One time a student thought the teacher would make the masked teen an apprentice. That was the same person who thought he was an alien. Everyone knows that aliens don't exist...right?

Anyway, the daunting figure of Slade stood next to our poor protagonist, whom lay wonderfully (or as comfortably as he could) across his desk in dreamland. The drool was a puddle now.

Cyborg sweat as the teacher brought out a wooden ruler from behind his back. Of course, nowadays you're not allowed to hit the student as punishment, but waking them was acceptable. Aiming against a space on the desk, Slade smashed the wood against desk with a resounding,

'CRACK!'

"1942 COLUMBUS SAILED THE OCEAN BLUE!"

Robin yelled as he snapped up in a sitting position. A few chuckles and mirth were heard and the boy looked around and saw Slade standing beside him. Giving a weak smile, the teen simpered against the piercing gaze of his history teacher.

"Once again it seems that Robin here has disobeyed my rules."

Choruses of 'Oooh!' were silenced when Slade turned to face the class. He then redirected his attention to the adolescent. "One too many times have I seen your head kissing the desk in front of you. I expected more from a person like you Robin. You disappoint me." Slade solemnly said. Suddenly, a boy jumped out of his seat and pointed to teacher and student. Yelling, he said, "See! See! I told you! I TOLD YOU!!!" and then ran out of the classroom laughing insanely. A few seconds past until someone uttered, "Sick freak."

"Anyway, you must be punished." Slade thought for a moment.

Robin gulped. 'Please don't make me stay after school! Please please!'

You know those radar's I was telling you about? Yeah, well they're nifty mind readers too.

"Meet me after school for detention." Was all Slade said as he started to walk back to the chalkboard. Robin sat in shock. How could he do this to him? I mean he couldn't make him stay far long after school. He still had to meet Keith and the others for the plan. That's what he was waiting the whole day for! Frustrated, Robin did the only thing he could think of.

Standing up on his desktop, the masked teen of the Titans started to sing and dance.

On the far side of the school, western side to be exact, there was a small office that held the most important person a student could meet. He was noble, friendly and dashing. Quite the opposite of that Slade teacher. In fact, Slade had to take orders from this man, who was the principal. Some say that the only reason Slade wasn't in control of the school yet was that he couldn't outsmart the head dean. All the same everyone was happy with the big man in charge. He knew how to handle people well, especially one in particular.

A soft knock echoed inside his room from his door.

"Come in."

The door opened and in stepped Robin. He quickly moved to a chair and sat down. The principal eyed the boy carefully in silence for a moment or two before he asked his questions. "So?" Straight and to the point.

Robin shuffled a bit in his chair. "I...uh...I was causing unnecessary commotion in my History class, sir."

"Which was..."

"I...I...w-was tap dancing on m-my desk, sir."

Blink.

"I see..." The principal shuffled some papers on his desk and cleared his throat. "Well, that's usually why people are sent to me. This is, safely saying, only a small case. I presume that detention was too much to handle?" Robin stayed silent. The older man narrowed his eyes just a bit. "You know that I can't do this forever. We may know each other well but I don't ever want to see you come in here with that kind of excuse again."

Robin looked up expectantly. "So that means..."

"You're off the hook. This may be the first, but it will be the last time young man. You come in here again, and there will be hell to pay." His voice held ice. Robin winced and replied with a 'Yes, sir.' Standing up and shaking hands with the principal, the teen quickly left with a grin on his face. The door behind him carefully slid shut. Above him one could see big, bold letters in black paint written across the door.

Principal

Bruce Wayne

Back at the mansion that sits on a hill overlooking Jump City, a famous singer was, at the moment, getting a manicure. Now you may think, 'why does this matter?', but it does. You see, Blackfire was just like how everyone imagined her. Thin...hot... sexy.... hot..., yes, all those defined Blackfire. Although many people left out the key character in her attitude.

Diva.

People don't really realize the truth behind the mask that the famous singer wears. Beauty was truly skin deep, because underneath the layer of epidermis lay a horrible monstrosity of a person. Her blood as thick as ice, and her heart was nothing but pure black. Of course, people of her kind were good at deceiving. Blackfire mastered that talent as she could lie in front of a whole city and everyone would believe her. I mean, she's incredibly hot, right?

"Miss Blackfire, your sauna is ready."

A woman of early thirties interrupted the manicure. Standing erect, she held a bathrobe for the singer to use. Blackfire lazily raised her head and sighed. "About time. I was wondering if you had forgotten." She shook her hand away from the worker who was currently doing her nails. Getting up, the girl knocked over a bottle of nail polish, which stained the carpet. All three looked down at the ooze of liquid that rapidly spread through the threads.

"Oh..."

The lady and the worker looked up surprised. Was this going to be a break through?

"...Clean that up."

Nope.

Blackfire snatched the robe from the thirty-something woman and left the room. The two older women looked at each other and sighed. Why they became basically servants to this girl was a wonder. At least they had a place to sleep.

The afternoon was pleasant and the cotton from the robe felt good against her skin. She passed window after window as Blackfire made her way outside to the Sauna house. Who could wish for a better life; a mansion by the bay, servants waiting on hand and foot, the worship of basically every teen who pour hundreds of dollars in her merchandise just because she sings. The teen idol snickered. Sing indeed. Her laughter was cut short as a sickeningly innocent voice called from behind.

"Sister! I was wondering where you were. Look, I have made a song for you to use! Do you wish to hear it?" Kory opened her mouth and barely uttered a single note before her sister covered her mouth with a hand. Nervously, Blackfire looked around and leaned in, whispering, "I thought I told you never to sing around here! You only sing when your in the studio when no ones around. At least then people don't have to hear your screeching voice."

"But, Blackfire, I-"

"What are you doing here?"

The two sisters turned around to see a short blonde sneering at Kory. "I should've known that you were around when I smelled something degrading. Uck! Like, fall off a cliff or something. No one wants you around here." Also garbed in a bathrobe, the girl stood next to Blackfire, who was a full head taller.

This, my friends, is what you call a butt kisser. No diva comes complete without one. This particular specimen is unique in its own way. While other divas simply ignore the tag-a-longs, Blackfire as made this girl a 'friend' of sorts. The short girl's ego boosting powers are what possibly made the singer like her even more! Who doesn't want to be praised and worshipped like a god (goddess in this case) twenty-four-seven?

Blackfire smirked. "Kitten's right you know. Take a bath sometime. You mink."

"Stink."

"Stink!"

Kitten laughed her head off like it was the most creative retort anyone had every made. "That's a good one! Ha ha ha! She so, like, deserved it!" The annoying wails that were used for laughter began to hurt Kory's ears as she frowned. "I'll be in my room then, if you wish to talk to me." With that, she left. Blackfire stared off after her sister. Once she was out of sight and hearing, the diva quickly turned to Kitten. "Listen. Kory almost blew it today by doing you-know-what! I want you to follow her wherever she goes and make sure she doesn't spill the beans! If I catch you not doing your job..." Blackfire punched her fist to the much shorter girl. Like Kory, Blackfire had unnatural strength as well, and it was good for threatening.

Kitten gulped and started to sweat. "Y-you bet! I-I-I won't let Kory do nothing. I'll make her life a living hell from here on out!"

"Good."

Blackfire turned and entered the sauna...shutting the door in Kitten's face.

The steady vibration of the motor throbbed at the teen's feet. Smooth chrome glinted off the setting sun as red and black paint glistened. State of the art and sounds like a purring kitten. (Not the person.) His helmet was pure black except for one large, red 'R' on the back. He itched to rev the engine and dash off through the streets to his destination. He was going to be late if he was caught at every traffic signal. The light turned green.

Zero to sixty in two seconds, Robin was defying the speed limit as he left the other cars in his dust. Taking quick side streets and alleys, the masked teen screeched to a halt in the parking lot for the Jump City Park, exactly three blocks from the mansion. He whipped off his helmet and sprinted across the grass to the little black table where four people currently sat.

"Well here comes Boy Wonder!" Cyborg joked.

"Duuude! You are so late! Here we are waiting for you while you take your time and show off with your bike!" Beast Boy grumbled and folded his arms. "Wish I had a Moped." He mumbled.

"Never mind. He's here now so let's get this over with." Raven said.

Keith rubbed his hands together. "All right, here's what were going to do." The man rummaged through his pack and pulled out a CD. "I hope you brought the stereo?" Cyborg hefted a blue and gray box with one arm and nodded. "Good. This here is an Italian singer and tonight is Blackfire's night to have Italian food. She has some sort of schedule she follows and it's confusing to recite it now." Keith waved his hand.

"Anyway, I need two of you to dress up like cooks, chefs I mean, and role in a cart with the food that is prepared for her. That's only one way for two to get in. The other way is much harder." He pointed up at the mansion. "Blackfire may be an international rock star but her security personnel are as dumb as lemmings. Thus, the sneaking in part. The duo that doesn't go in as chef's will climb over the walls of the mansion and maneuver through the backyard. I must warn you, it's huge and easy to get lost." Keith then grabbed a rolled up map and put it on the table.

"I made small copies of the layout of the mansion. Whatever you do...don't loose these! This is all I can do for you. You're on your own when you depart. Now...any questions?"

Raven was the first to speak up.

"You make me a chef and I kill you all."

'Ding Dong'

Cyborg shifted in his spot and adjusted his collar. Beast Boy stood as far away from the food as he could. (It had meat in it.)

'Ding Dong'

The two friends looked at each other and then back at the door. 'Why isn't anyone answering?' Beast Boy whispered. 'I don't know. Keep your cool.' The bigger man leaned against the heavy cart full of food. It was making his mouth water with the pastas and such. If they didn't get the door soon, it was all going to disappear down Cyborgs stomach. The smaller teen looked disgusted at the way his friend eyed the Italian mix. He scooted further away.

'Ding Dong'

'This coat is chaffing me!' The furry teen whined. 'Shh! I hear somone!' Cyborg stood up tall as did Beast Boy (well, as tall as he could make himself) just in time to see a woman open the door and smile.

"Oh! I presume you are the caterers?" They nodded. "Excellent! Blackfire has been...waiting." The smile faltered but remained. The two Titans pushed the cart through the door and were amazed at the architectural achievement of the mansion. "That must look heavy. Would you like some help?" Cyborg turned his head towards the woman and winked. "Nah. Thanks though." He playfully flexed his muscles as Beast Boy rolled his eyes. "But there must be some kind of-"she accidentally knocked over one of the entrees and gasped.

In a blink of an eye, the lithe teen dove underneath the bowl and caught it, without spilling any of the food. Beast Boy looked in the bowl and smiled. "Ah! A Garden Salad. Good choice." He gave a dashing smile as the lady giggled. "Whatever man" Cyborg joked. They came through one of the massive hallways talking and chatting jovially. A huge ivory white door stood before them at the end of the hall. Cyborg and Beast Boy gulped. Blackfire sat on the other side! The athlete reached down and turned on the stereo; an Italian opera singer suddenly belted his notes through the speaker and the duo entered the room.

Robin and Raven stood against the large wall. The male looked around to either side of them and asked, "How are we supposed to climb over if there aren't any trees or vines or such to help us?" He was right. The nearest tree was a good thirty feet away. Supposedly put there for the exact reason to keep people out. Raven frowned. "Keith didn't clarify that part did he?"

"No...No he didn't."

She looked down at his waist where a fashionable, yellow belt was hooked. "Don't you have some little oddity that might help us? I mean you're always toying with that thing." Robin suddenly perked up and smacked his forehead. "I can't believe I forgot!" He reached behind him and pulled out a small gadget.

"What's that?"

Robin grinned. "My grappling hook. I've been working on it for some time. Now would be a good trial." He looked around atop the wall and spotted a tree on the other side. Carefully aiming, he pushed the button and the rope shot out with wicked speed.

'PFFFFTTT'

'CHING!'

Robin pushed the button again and the rope became taunt. Pulling it a few times, he tested its strength. Satisfied he held out his hand for Raven. "Ready to go?" She smiled and shook her head. "Sorry, but I have other ways that suit me." She turned and left, practically melting into the shadows. Robin cocked his head and shrugged. She will always be a mystery to him. Turning back to the wall, he started to scale with utmost haste and was soon teetering on the top, hidden by the foliage of a tree.

Keith was right when he said that security was lacking. The nearest surveillance camera was located at the front door. Looks like they forgot to install one in the backyard. Not even a guard was roaming the area! Opening the map the vendor had given him, he studied it for a few moments to gain his bearings. He was a little to the left of the front entrance and a little to the right of the sauna area. All he needed to do was casually sneak in and find information on what he was looking for. Simple, right? Of course. If there weren't any guards around, who was there to stop him?

Chuckling, Robin placed the map back into one of its many pockets of his belt and slipped into the tree in front of him. He grabbed the top branch and carefully slid his way down. Making too much noise would give him away, stupid guards or not. As his foot reached down to the second branch, the limb he was currently balancing on gave way with a 'SNAP' and he plummeted backwards to the ground below.

To any unskilled person, this fall would have ended in a broken neck. Robin was much more talented then to have a simple mistake end up killing him. He reached out and snatched the branch that his foot was edging towards earlier. Forcing his body forward, Robin swung over the branch again and again. Like a gymnast, he was gaining momentum even though splinters were evading his flesh and digging up blood. Quickly, he let go and flew off to a smaller branch just below him. He twisted his body and firing at the trunk of the tree, the head planting itself firmly into the base. Painfully he gripped the handle and pressed the button that retracted the rope. The teen then pressed his feet to the trunk and ran around the base of the tree (it was a thick tree!), descending safely to the ground. Robin then rolled up all the rope again into his gadget. He winced and tried to remove as many wood pieces as he could from his hand. Then, applying some cream to the small cuts, he was ready to go.

The lights from the mansion dimly lit the backyard where Robin now crouched behind some bushes near a path. He was thinking about where he was going to enter the house when a soft tap on his shoulder almost caused him to yelp out in surprise. He turned and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Geez, Raven, you scared me!" Raven merely rolled her eyes. "You don't need to hide. I...disposed of some of the guards that might be prowling this yard." Robin raised a brow. "Oh yeah? How."

"Let's just say that...I'm their worst nightmare." She gave a small, wicked smile. Robin sweat-dropped.

"So, ah...anyway, which direction do you want to take? From what I've found out, the sauna to the right leads indoors to a game parlor. There's a balcony, "He pointed to a small ledge jutting out from the wall, "one of us could sneak into. It may be a bit risky but I think it won't be too much trouble."

Raven studied the two choices for a moment. Then, she closed her eyes, as if in deep thought. A slight breeze kicked up and swirled around the duo's clothing. Robin stared at his friend in concentration. It was moments like these that it was best not to disturb her. None of the three males knew much about this girl. Robin didn't want to intrude too much into her past. She had shown strong resourcefulness in getting the four out of quick jams. People say she was an Empath. Robin believed she was much, much more.

Raven's eyes flew open as she announced her decision and began to walk, as if floating, towards the sauna. In mere moments, the night's darkness swallowed her in its eternal embrace as Robin held his breath. She had made not a noise as the crickets and night bugs still chirped. The teen then let out his breath, amazed. Now was not the time to ponder on his fellow 'Titan,' he had to reach that balcony and get inside fast! Dashing across the path and along the grass, he pressed himself against the wall of the mansion side, just underneath the ledge.

Robin reached out his arm to launch his pride and joy when he suddenly heard something...

(Meanwhile)

Cyborg and Beast Boy sat in the kitchen exhausted. Who knew catering to a famous rock star could be so demanding? First Blackfire didn't want the salad. Then, after she saw the main course, demanded to bring the salad back. She rejected it soon afterward because it didn't have her favorite dressing on it. Instead she took the pasta, but spit it back out when she found that it didn't have shredded parmesan cheese. Quickly grating her some, Blackfire frowned and said that she didn't want it anymore and demanded what else there was to eat.

So on and on went the meal. Cyborg and Beast Boy certainly had a work out trying to keep the female happy. They didn't want to be tossed out so early, and without any clues to help Robin.

"So where do we go now?" Panted the furry teen. He stripped out of his catering garb to reveal street clothes underneath. The same went for Cyborg. "Let's try the den. There has to be at least something there."

"What if we don't find anything?"

"Then we take a curio item from the room and sell it on the Internet!" Grinned Cyborg. Beast Boy chuckled. The duo looked out the kitchen door, making sure it was safe to travel, and rapidly headed towards the gargantuan hallway. They passed the photos and paintings of rock stars old and modern and were soon standing in front of two massive doors that led to their destination. Both stared at it, looked at each other, and then glanced at it again.

"Dude, from what I've seen tonight, I'm glad I don't know much about her." Beast Boy looked up at Cyborg who nodded in response. "Ya got that right bro." They proceeded into the den were a nice surprise was waiting for them.

It seemed that four security guards decided to take a dinner break into the said room. One choked on some sort of noodles while the others dropped their plates and/or utensils in surprise. "Huh?!? Who are you? How'd you get in here?" The noodle-choking man called out. The other three, one with a goatee, another who was bald, and the last a giant of a man, all charged at the two boys. "Yeow! Let's get out of here!" Beast Boy turned to knock the doors down in his attempt to escape but was tackled to the ground by the goatee man.

"Ya'll ain't goin nowhere sonny!" He grinned at the green teen who, wiggling his foot free, slammed his heel into the man's face. Beast Boy bounded up and spun around, ready for the next attack, which came from the bald guard. He swung his fist at the Titan only to have missed and stumble forward. Confused, Baldy swiveled around to see the small boy hanging off a low ceiling chandelier. With a Cry Beast Boy swung himself off like a monkey and rammed his body into the man with enough force that rivaled a lions. Blady flew backwards against the wall, knocked out cold. The guard with a goatee, recovering from a bloody nose, used a fork to try and threaten the Titan.

Beast Boy smiled and egged the man on with his hand. Goatee grunted as he charged relentlessly forward and stabbed forth the fork. The teen easily dodged the attack and tripped the man who was sent crashing into the noodle- choking man, currently fighting Cyborg. The biggest of the guards was locked in a small wrestling match with the athletic Titan who was winning slightly. Both tumbled on the floor, knocking into the desk and bookcases that surrounded them. At first is seemed that the security guard was going to win when he pinned Cyborg's arms to the ground. What he forgot was this was a free-for-all fight. Aiming true, the teen nailed the guard in the crotch with his knee and punched him clear across the room where he smashed into a bookshelf, causing some hard-covers to fall onto his head.

The noodle man took the downed Cyborg as an advantage and grabbed a chair from behind the desk. Beat Boy saw this, yelled out, "Cy! Look out!" and jumped on the noodle man's back, covering his eyes. The guard flailed around as he tried to claw Beast Boy off his head while the furry teen rode him like a bronco. The bigger Titan rolled out of the way and collected two plates which he smashed to pieces on the, again recovering, goatee man's head. "Beast Boy! Peek-a-boo!" The green teen smiled and back-flipped off the noodle man's head, who looked surprised until a giant fist smashed into his face.

Cyborg cracked his knuckles and looked around at the handiwork. Splatters of food were stained on the carpet, walls and themselves as the unconscious guards decorated the room nicely.

"Alright B.B., let's hurry this thing up before these guys want Round 2." Cyborg turned to his friend who was shuffling through the desk.

"Way ahead of you dude. Look what I've already found."

The moonlight wavered for a couple of moments before Robin lowered his grappling hook. He listened in stunned silence from the music that was issuing forth from the balcony above. It was something he had never heard before. A graceful, soothing voice with a small, touch of vibrato. It seemed low and daunting, almost mysterious, as the song lured the teen. Without thinking, Robin had somehow found himself shooting off the hook and scaling the wall. He looked as if in a trance, carefully maneuvering along the side of the mansion. The masked teen clambered onto the balcony and hid as well as he could to one of the darker sides, still sidling the wall. Two French doors were all that was in the way from the outside and inside.

Robin cautiously peered in...and the singing stopped. He gasped, thinking he was seen, and looked wildly around for an escape. He could jump but it was too far up. Swinging and running would make too much motion in the dark. He gulped and risked the only daring thought that would save him from being caught.

He jumped over the railing and clung to the edge of the balcony.

The French doors swung open and light footsteps followed. Robin positioned his hands behind the railing poles and steadied his breathing so as not to wear out his strength. Unfortunate luck struck when the owner of the balcony decided to lean against the railing over him. The teen started to sweat and groan inwardly. As much as he worked out and was physically fit, he couldn't hold onto the ledge much longer. Robin started to pray in his head.

'Please don't look down. Please don't look down. Please don't – '

The person looked down.

'SON OF A – huh?'

In unity, the two looked at each other and uttered in shock, "It's you!"

Robin slipped.

Kory gasped and caught the intruder's arm just in time. The boy desperately hung on as half of the girl's body was already over the railing. Then, much to the boy's surprise, she hoisted him up with no trouble at all. Kory smiled at the masked teen that stepped onto her balcony. "You are...unhurt?" He looked at her awkwardly for a moment and then smiled as well. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." She giggled and put her hands behind her back. "It is not everyday someone is hanging off the edge of my balcony. I would say you are the first!"

Robin's smile turned into a grin. She was exactly how he remembered her on the night of the concert. Tall, lean, beautiful red hair, purple outfit and enchanting, pure green eyes. He couldn't tear his head away from her. She was...something else.

Kory grew nervous. "Are you okay?" The boy vehemently shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. By the way, I'm Robin." He held out his hand only to have it ignored. Instead, he was smothered in a bone- crushing hug. "Robin! What a wonderful name! Mine is Kory! It is quite extraordinary that we are seeing one another since the concert."

"Can't....breath..."

"Oh, I am sorry." She let him go as he stumbled back a bit and bent over, catching his breath. "It's alright, I haven't been welcomed like that before!" He stood up and smiled. Kory blushed, he was quite charming. "It just so happens actually that Keith told me about you. He...is a friend of your sister's...right?" The red-head nodded. "Yes he travels around with us. Though I have no real clue as to why." She shivered. Robin gracefully pulled off his jacket and placed it over his shoulders. Once again, the girl blushed. "Why have you come here? I-I mean, it is unusual to have a person sneak up here."

Robin told her about the signature, Keith's plan and the security or lack there of.

Kory led him inside and he found she had such a small room for a freaking big mansion. When he asked why this was, she just shook her head politely and changed the subject. Shrugging, Robin and Kory chatted away, instantly becoming good friends.

In one particular room upstairs, there was another conversation happening.

"You locked us...in the bathroom. Wonderful."

"Did you want us to get caught? Besides, it's not my fault this door was one way! That's just stupid."

"You're stupid."

"Shut up dude."

"You shut up."

"No, you shut up!"

"You!"

"No, YOU!" Beast Boy growled and lunged at the bigger teen, knocking him down on the tile flooring. Cyborg grunted and shoved his friend off, putting him in a headlock. "Not now B.B.! We got what we need so let's collect Robin and Raven and crash this party!" He let go as the green teen dusted himself off. "Fine, but next time, you pick the hiding spot!" He walked over to the door, put his ear up against it, opened the door and peered out. Waving his hand, the duo stealthy walked out to the hallway and made for an exit.

And, oh my gosh! Blackfire walked around the corner.

"Hey! What are you two doing?"

"Uh...had to use the bathroom?" Beast boy claimed.

"Oh. Okay then...huh? Wait a minute!" But the two males had left a trail of dust behind them as they sprinted down the hallway in the opposite direction. Blackfire was enraged. No one came into her home and fooled her like this! "SECURITY!!!!!" She roared at the top of her lungs. Right away, a handful of men came to her side as she pointed down the hallway after the two Titans. Obeying her command, they left her standing with arms crossed. She then turned and marched down the stairs to the first level and screamed, "I NEED A CHOCOLATE BAR!" Instantly five chefs surrounded her.

The yell echoed throughout the mansion as the Titans scrambled over one another to find an exit. The security was gaining fast and it was getting harder and harder to shake them. Beast Boy had said that it was his turn to choose the hiding spot right? Well there were too many damn doors! Cyborg skidded and took a random corridor with Beast Boy on his heels. Another hallway with a multitude of doors. Fun. The biggest Titan growled and was fed up. Grabbing onto a random handle, he reached out with his other hand, snatched the smallest Titan by the scruff of his neck and pulled him inside the room.

"Cyborg?!? Beast Boy?!?"

"Hope we're not disturbing anything."

"NO! I mean, we we're just talking! Besides, why are you in here?"

The trio looked at each other confused before a loud banging was sounded. "Kory! Miss Kory! Are you in there?" Kory held in a surprised yelp and waved at the boys frantically. "Miss Kory we're coming in!" So they did. The door was almost off its hinges as three men stepped in and witnessed Kory in her bathrobe. "What is the meaning of this!" They looked abashed. "Uhhh....uh...s-sorry ma'am. Just thought some scoundrels came in here." The girl frowned. "Well apparently they didn't! Do you see any 'scoundrels' in here?"

"No ma'am."

"THEN GET OUT!" 'SLAM'

It was quiet for a couple of seconds before a low whistle came from above her. "Dude, I don't want to get you mad." Beast Boy spun around and around as he clung onto the ceiling fan. He expertly jumped off and landed gracefully on the floor in front of Kory. The closet opened and out stepped the hulking form of Cyborg. He peeled off some sweaters and shorts that had scattered all about his person. "That was mighty nice of you ma'am. You have our thanks!" Kory smiled. "It was nothing. This night has been most exciting! But...where is Robin?" A small cry came from outside. The three moved to the balcony where the boy held onto the edge for dear life.

Raven didn't fancy this mansion much. It was too big with many useless items. She wandered around what appeared to be the guest area. Some poolrooms and small restrooms were assorted in proper places so one didn't have to go very far. What made her frown were the obvious sizes of some of the parts of the home. Blackfire seemed to have the biggest space reserved for her while all the other non-important people had closet size living quarters. Which meant everyone had little rooms. Raven shook her head and walked into a game room. A bar stood on one side of the wall while a huge flat screen TV lined the opposite. Two pool tables were side by side as the cues and sticks lay on the nearest wall from where she stood. It didn't look used much. Dust collected on the TV and shot glasses. It also seemed that the lights hadn't been used in a while as well. The girl was just about to walk out when she gasped, the guard she took out earlier at the front door had awoken. He didn't seem to pleased about his nap.

"Now it's your turn to go beddie bye!" He jumped at her but Raven ran backwards so he landed on the floor. He instantly sprung up on his feet only to see a Pool stick fly into the girl's hands. A passive yet smirking smile lay on her lips. He grinned and snatched an identical from the wall as well. It was going to feel good getting revenge. Raven made the first move, swinging in an upward arc, which he deflected and countered with a sideswipe. The girl ducked and aimed for his feet but the guard jumped and brought the stick down in an overhead swing. Ducking and rolling, Raven missed being beaten as the stick snapped in two from the force the man used when it hit the pool table instead of her. Using this distraction as her advantage, she decided to disappear for a moment or two.

The guard snarled. Where did she go? That rotten little- An 8-ball struck him in the arm. He grunted in pain as a striped ball then crashed against his shin. He roared out and flung the black ball at a wall where it made a hole. "Where are you!" He cried out and flung the other ball at the TV. Sparks and electricity singed and burnt parts of the pool table and floor. "Where are you!" He tried again. A small chuckled was his answer.

"Afraid of the dark now, are we?"

The guard stumbled over his feet towards the bar. "Come on out you prissy! You coward!" A dark shadow slithered in the corner of his eye as he grabbed a shot glass was prepared to throw it. He stood still for a moment, listening.

Silence.

"I know about your friends!" He felt something stir in the room. He continued taunting. "The tall one and the stupid boy! They won't get very far. We'll have them caught and tried and, maybe, put in jail for life! But that's only after I've had fun with them!" The left wall! He hefted the tiny glass and smashed it to pieces. The guard grinned. He had egged her out, but the smile was gone when a sinister hiss escaped the shadows.

"Nobody hurts my friends..."

The wall had suddenly grown two pair of blood red eyes. The man let out a silent scream as he stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor. The eyes advanced upon him, preying into his soul for fear on which it fed joyously. The man crawled backwards and held out his hand, as if to stop the black wrath that had come to claim him. He was no angel though, so the power he wielded was absolute nothing. Raven grinned, a white, sharp-toothed smile that contrasted the hell that she was to unleash upon this mortal soul.

And she did.

And it was not nice.

The moonlight lighted the way very nicely for Raven to walk idly through the backyard. She gave a devilish smile, dusting off her arm and shifting around in her clothing. The guard was...interesting. Nevertheless he was only a small obstacle that had to be taken care of. Now all she had to do was find the other three and get out of this forsaken place. That was when she heard a small cry from above her. Looking up, Robin dangled off the balcony edge. Three other figures, Cyborg, Beast Boy and another she didn't recognize, where starting to help him up. Raven called out to them.

Beast Boy waved down with a grin. "We'll be right down!" The Goth nodded.

Back on the ledge once more, the four had a good laugh. "That was close! Thanks again." Robin rubbed the back of his head. Cyborg nodded and clamped a hand on Kory's shoulder. "You're all right, little lady. You're welcome to hang with us anytime!" Beast Boy nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! You can party with us tomorrow! It's a Saturday and we can get some Pizza!"

"The All Meat Experience is the best in town." Beast Boy looked at his friend incredulously.

"No it's not. The Vegetarian Special is!"

"Meat!"

"Tofu!"

Robin sighed. Not again! He heard a small giggle and saw Kory laughing at the other's antics. He chuckled along too. Her laugh was kind of cute with the way her hair fell against her face. And her eyes...

He abruptly snapped out of it and thought of a question. "Hey Kory, do you have any nicknames?" She looked at him in thought. "What do you mean?" The fight having ended, Cyborg spoke up, "Nicknames. You know, like how my name is Cyborg? I was given that by how unstoppable I am on the playing field." He crouched and held his arm as if he was clutching a football while the other was held out in front of him. Kory seemed to get the idea. "Oh I see!" She thought for a moment. "Sometimes...Sometimes people around this home call me Starfire."

"So Blackfire and Starfire, huh? That's a pretty name, compared to you sister." Beast Boy smiled, and then remembered something. "Oh! Raven's with us too! She's just been...about. You'll see her soon enough." Starfire giggled. "I hope so." A small whistle echoed in the room. A signal meaning Raven was getting impatient. "Oops. Better get going or else." Robin said. "Yeah! We'll come pick you up tomorrow alright?" Beast Boy said before he leapt off the balcony and landed on all fours on the ground below. Starfire was about to speak up before Cyborg cut her off. "And we won't take no for an answer!" Grinning, he waited for Robin with the grappling hook to hoist the two down safely. The masked teen was about to exit the room when Starfire spoke up. "Robin, may I ask you one last question?"

He turned around. "Sure."

Kory blushed a little. "I was wondering...since everyone has nicknames and all, why...why are you called Robin?" Then she hurriedly added, "Not that it is a bad name or anything! I believe it is a wonderful title!" He just smiled his charming smile and answered:

"People say it's because my mask resembles the eyes of the bird, robin. But...in reality...my mother always called me 'Robin'. You see, I was born on the first day of spring."

A/N: Hoorah! Another Chapter done! Guess what? It's Fluff time next chapter! Of course there will be obvious S/R but I'm wondering if I should put in some BB/R.(Review and tell me maybe?) And to all you Terra fans...she might make an appearence, but not a leading role, in my story. Don't worry though. I like Terra. No harm will come to her. Hope you liked the Cameo roles! Couldn't be a Teen Titans fic without them!

Anyway, Review if you like and Review if you don't.

Read Eventidespirit's Works too! They're good! Trust me!

--ZodiacFire