Lunatic:

I put a leash on BB and tried to take him as my own. But then the copyright guys came and tried to sue me. So I don't own the Teens.

When Robin next awoke, his memories were less hazy, but the light had not improved. He was starving and had no idea how long he had been in this dingy cell with nothing but a toilet and a pillow. His utility belt was gone, not that he expected anything different.

For the first hour or so, he stubbornly ignored the food that had been given to him, expecting poison or worse. But he realized that he should be dead already, if that had been their intention, and that feeding him poisoned food hours after the fact seemed rather pointless. So he gave into hunger and ate the square cut of spongy material. It appeared to be some kind of breadÉor something.

Afterwards, he set about exploring the cell, what little there was to explore. The walls and floor and ceiling were seamless sheets of metal, but rough as if they had been thrown together and melded with no real care. The door had no handles or visible hinges, but a small grated window at the top of it revealed the light source: a dingy light bulb in an even darker hallway. Other than that, he could see nothing else.

He was painfully aware of the camera whirring tauntingly in the corner. It irritated him, and he didn't like the idea of his captors watching him. For now, he merely ignored it and set about remembering what had happened.

For weeks there had been suspicious activity all over the city: thefts at large corporations, precious technology stolen. All of it had taken place right under their noses. Each operation had been conducted with such stealth, that no one realized the items were missing until the next morning. Robin had worked furiously to see who was behind it all, fearing that something big was coming. Sure enough, they'd awoken that morning to the blaring alarm in Titans' Tower.

He remembered answering the call to trouble, arriving in the center of the city. A group of madmen dressed in black had made a hostage situation. Their demands: for the Teen Titans to arrive.

He remembered lunging for the leader of the black clad figures. "Teen Titans! Go!" barely out of his mouth, and the rest became a blur. He had no idea why the criminals wanted the Titans as a ransom, and he had no idea who they were. Were the other Titans locked down here too?

He ran to the door and held onto the bars. "Raven? Starfire? Are you guys in here?" His voice echoed mockingly back at him. Nothing. They were unconscious, couldn't hear him, or just weren't there. He had a sinking feeling that he was alone.

He sat back in his corner and tried to recall everything that happened that day. He brought up the image of the villains themselves, every detail of their clothing and demeanor.

They'd been wearing matching black jumpsuits with silver armor at the joints, legs, arms and neck. In fact, all of them had looked eerily similar to him as Slade's apprentice. This thought spurned in him a new wave of rage.

He jerked up and ripped the camera down from the wall. That would bring someone down here, and then he'd give them something to watch. In his mind a voice taunted softly.

Patience, Robin. Patience.

They decided to spread out and search the sewers themselves. Crimes were already happening all over the city, small thefts and break-ins like the warm up acts before the show.

The Titans were helpless to stop these events. The demands were clear: if the Titans interfered, then the city would be destroyed within 24 hours, and Robin would be slain. However, this gave them plenty of time to search for the Syndicate and its lethal weapon.

A day of endless wandering and constant research had yielded nothing. Knowing Slade, if it really was their arch nemesis back from the presumed dead, then finding him would be hard, especially if he didn't want to be found. Raven was sure that the one eyed villain was mocking them.

For one, he had decked all of his newest servants in the same outfit as Robin's when the wonder boy had fallen prey to his apprenticeship. For another, among his usual robotic masterpieces, were humans. He'd convinced them, in some hellish way or another, that his intentions were noble.

Raven wandered listlessly through the last tunnel of her circuit. She was tired and her attention was wavering, much to her displeasure. She kept worrying about Robin and things kept exploding. She'd been exiled to her room to meditate by the other Titans, after she caused the fridge to spit out all of its contents and go up in flames.

She couldn't even understand why she was so upset about this. Robin, as a member of the Titans, was a useful addition. He had always been kind to her and respectful of her privacy and boundaries. But none of that made it any more plausible about why she was so upset.

When Cyborg had left the Titans after an argument with Robin, Raven had felt this way. She still didn't really understand it. Caring for people was always hard for her.

She stopped suddenly, noticing a maintenance tunnel that wasn't on any of the maps they'd been given. She floated motionlessly, weighing her options. Finally, she decided to mark where she was with a black X made by her powers, lest she lose her way, and follow the extra tunnel.

Beast Boy sighed in an irritated fashion, implying that he was very unhappy about the entire situation. Wandering sewers was not his idea of a good time. The stench of the water was infesting his sensitive dog nose as he sniffed the air for anything unusual. It made him gag.

He became human for a moment, just to clear his nose. "Augh, I'm going to be smelling that for a week!" His ears drooped wearily as he looked around at the filth he'd been forced to search through. "Robin, dude you better be thankful.

His communicator beeped briefly. "BB you there?" It was Cyborg.

"Yeah man. Dude, this place stinks." He whined.

"Tell me about it. Look, Raven found something. Meet us at the tunnel beneath West St.

"Got it." He shut off the cell and tucked it back in his belt. "Please let it be something better than this.

West St. was only a few blocks away from his position. As a cheetah, he made good time, though he missed his turn twice. The other Titans were already there, staring blankly at a small niche in the wall that appeared to be closed by debris.

"This is what you found?" Beast Boy said sarcastically. But Raven wasn't there to hear it.

"Dude, she's in there." Cyborg said quietly.

"Friend? Can you hear us? It is I, Starfire, I wish to help you." She put a hand to the jumbled rocks, and then her ear. "Raven? Raven are you there?" She brightened suddenly. "Friends! I can hear her! She is alive!

"Alright Rae! Stand back!" Cyborg shouted, and aimed his cannon at the debris. A muffled noise was coming from the other side of the rocks.

"What?" All three Titans gathered closer to the rocks to hear what Raven was saying.

"No! Don't blast it! Whatever you do, do not blast this wall!" Her voice was small, but undoubtedly frantic.

"But, Raven, why do you not wish us to free you?

"I could have easily levitated these rocks, didn't you ever stop to think why I haven't yet?" Even from the other side of a wall, Beast Boy could tell that she was angry.

"Well, why not?" Cyborg looked plainly confused.

"The rocks are supporting more above them. You move them and I won't be able to-" there was a muffled noise and Raven's scolding voice returned. "No!

Lunatic: -Cackles- Cliffhanger.