Raven woke up feeling a little cold. She tried to roll over and pull on the duvet, and crashed into something that definitely was not a blanket. She poked it irritably, and scowled. Then she opened her eyes, and found her face three inches away from a randomly strewn tyre with a large, shiny, 'T' embossed on the hubcap.

Her eye twitched, and she tried to find out where she was. Her brain reminded her that she couldn't do that with no powers without taking the effort to sit up and look around, and she scowled more at the tyre.

There was a loud yawning sound behind her, followed by a popping noise. Raven shuddered at the sound of neck joints stretching out, and then sat up and saw the T-car and remembered that she was in the garage.

"…Umm…" came Cyborgs voice.

Raven sat up, and several things slid down off the side of the pile of – she pulled an oily rag out from under one leg and blinked at it – apparently soft materials that she'd gone to sleep on. Shifting around, one hand rubbed at her eyes, which were annoyingly sleepy still, and the other held her balance as she swivelled to look at Cyborg, who had apparently been asleep on the service tray, using an old tee shirt as something of a pillow.

"…I think it's about time for breakfast!" Announced the ex-robot, cheerfully. He stretched his arms out in front of him, and clicked a vertebra.

Raven stared at him, and grinned. Mentally, that was. She sat up properly, and slid off the pile. Then she noticed her stiff neck.

"…Ow," she commented, rolling her head experimentally.

"Yeah, that's what you get for sleeping in the garage," sighed Cyborg, and he sat up. The tray rolled a few inches forwards as he did so. He stood up and then beamed at Raven who had began to stretch out her trapezium muscle set, finding them to be just as stiff as the top of her neck. "I haven't slept in a garage in years," he muttered, happily.

Raven was about to say something, and then she realised that the reason he hadn't slept in a garage in years, was probably because he'd needed to recharge every night instead of get regular sleep.

"Well," she said instead, "I think you were right about breakfast."

She poked her stomach, annoyed, after the amount she'd had the previous afternoon, she hadn't expected to be hungry for a couple of days at least. "Are regular humans supposed to need to eat this much?"

"What, you mean three meals a day?" Said Cyborg, grinning. "Yeah. We can't substitute tea for good food, like you can."

"I'm sure I ate more than three meals worth yesterday." Raven scowled.

The ex-robot shrugged. "You'll get used to it," he said. Then he eyed her for a minute. "So… you're finding it weird being so hungry?"

Raven looked at him, and then replied. "I never realised it would be that… different…" she trailed off uncharacteristically, and then shrugged. "I guess now I understand why you guys are so enthusiastic about food."

"Weird," said Cyborg, looking thoughtful. He gestured to the elevator. "You coming?" He said. Raven nodded, and the doors slid shut as they rose up to the rec. room floor.

TTT

"Dude," said Beast Boy, when he saw them. "You really like cars, huh."

Raven noticed that his hair was now a more usual shade of bright green, almost similar to his natural colour. It didn't strike her as odd that she was relieved to see the green hair again instead of brown… seeing the youngest titan with brown hair had actually been very odd.

"What gave you that idea?" Said Cyborg, sarcastically. He grinned good-naturedly.

Beast Boy stared at Raven instead of answering the rhetorical question. "I don't think I've ever seen you so dirty before," he said, sounding somewhat in awe. "What were you doing?"

Raven frowned and looked down at herself. She was wearing an old tee shirt with the sleeves rolled up, over the top of her usual outfit minus the cape. The tee was covered in oil, as were her legs. She guessed that there was probably a bit on her face. But it wasn't that bad…

"Um," said Cyborg, "we were fixing the car?"

Raven wondered if there was something on her and she didn't realise. She pulled off the tee shirt and held it up, and turned it around, to check.

"Fixing the car by rolling in dirt?"

Nope, nothing she hadn't already noticed on the tee. Maybe it was something on her face?

"Beast Boy, do you have any idea what's involved in working on a car?"

Raven rubbed at her face with the back of her hand, because her palms were also a little dirty.

"No, but… Raven, what are you doing?"

Raven paused at the mention of her name. She'd been in the process of lifting one leg in front of her to check for the giant piece of dirt she was sure that she was missing. "Checking for the giant piece of dirt that I'm sure that I'm missing," she replied, frowning as she saw that as far as she could tell, there was nothing else on this leg, either.

"…What giant piece of dirt?" said Cyborg, raising an eyebrow and frowning all at once.

Raven blinked. "Beast Boy said I was covered in dirt…?"

"Which you are," the green haired teen assured her.

"He just means that you're not sparkly clean," said Cyborg, looking at her strangely. "Let's eat some breakfast."

"Oh, right!" Said Beast Boy, happily. "I made tofu…"

"No!" Cyborg cut him off. "I'm eating a proper breakfast, thank you very much."

Raven had seen that particular argument enough times to be able to lip sync along to it, so she walked straight past the tofu vs meat discussion about to happen, and into the kitchen.

Robin and Starfire were sat at the table. Starfire was eyeing a large pink glass, that Raven deduced was probably milkshake, with no small amount of caution.

"It's just milk and powder," said Robin. "Not… radish-thatch… or whatever it's called."

"Rargnarksarthrax," corrected Starfire, absently. "Are you certain that this is safe to consume?" She asked eyeing it from the side.

"Would I let you drink it if I thought there was a chance it wasn't? Hey Raven," he added, waving at the teen.

"Hey," she returned, browsing through breakfast cereals, and feeling slightly overwhelmed by the amount of sugar she was considering at… she glanced at the clock on the wall… eight thirty in the morning.

"Hello Raven," said Starfire. "Tell me, have you tried this… milk-shake?"

"Nope," said Raven, deciding that her safest option for now was toast. She went to put some bread in the toaster. She could experiment with breakfast cereals tomorrow, maybe.

"If you don't want to drink it, that's fine, but you'll be missing out," said Robin, shrugging.

Starfire screwed her eyes shut, and put her lips around the straw to take a tentative sip. She swallowed, and kept her eyes shut a moment longer, and then opened one, to check that the world was still the same, and beamed.

"Robin you were correct!" She said, gesturing with her hands to emphasise her thankfulness.

"Yep," said Robin, nodding. "And that's a raspberry milkshake."

Starfire began to suck more up through the straw, with much enthusiasm.

Ravens toast popped out of the toaster after an oddly short amount of time. But as Raven had never really used a toaster before, she didn't know this, and plucked both pieces from the mini oven to put them on a plate. She picked one up, and began to chew.

"So," said Robin. "Any plans today?"

Raven decided he wouldn't have asked unless there was something he would rather they all did. So she didn't say anything, and carried on chewing her toast.

"Good," said Robin, taking the silence as a 'no', like Raven figured he would. "I had an idea…"

'Dododododododododo!" The bleeper on his wristwatch went off. Robin looked irritated for a second, and then he flipped it open, and read quickly.

"This just looks like a repeat of yesterday," he said to himself, frowning.

"Yo," said Cyborg, entering the kitchen at the sound of the alarm. "Want us to come with?"

Robin looked unsure. "Well…" he said, "I'm not sure there'd be anything you could do, to be honest."

"Aww, come on! I can drive the car," he coaxed. "And we can load up with laser guns and stuff."

Robin thought about it for a moment. "It might be a good idea to take back up, just in case," he said. "But put some armour on, and take weapons."

Cyborg beamed. "Alright!" he said, and sprinted off to arm himself. "Yeah!" Said Beast Boy, and jumped after him. Raven finished chewing in a leisurely manner, and then dropped her toast… and then realised that she couldn't teleport. Her eyes widened. "Hey, guys, wait up!" she called, breaking in to a run.

TTT

Two minutes later the four newly human titans were buckling up in the T car, and Robin was swerving out of the garage on the R cycle.

"We're headed to the west of town," came Robins voice through the dashboard. "Sending you the coordinates now."

Cyborg eyed the display screen. "Roger that," he said, pushing a couple buttons. The car sped into high gear, and zoomed after the R cycle. Robin was a fair way ahead of them, and reached the crime scene first.

By the time Cyborg and the others had arrived, the Boy Wonder was already inside the jewellery store. The remaining Titans jumped out of the vehicle, and ran into the store.

Two young looking guys were stood at the counter, wielding sacks, balaclavas, and 10mm Auto GLOCKS Power-Plus auto-pistols.

Robin was crouched at the other end of the store, bo staff extended.

"What the hell?" Said one of the guys, waving the pistol precariously between Robin and the other Titans, his eyes looking confused through the holes in the mask.

"I dunno," said the other, also male, somewhat shakily. "I though we weren't supposed to have to deal with the Titans after…" his voice got quieter and quieter, until they he trailed off in a worried sounding whisper.

Beast Boy was goggling at the pistols.

"Dude," he said, "Why do these guys have guns? WHO IN JUMP CITY HAS A GUN?"

"What do you mean, after…?" said Robin, in a scarily Batman like voice.

"…Uhh…" said the first guy, staring between Robin and the other Titans still. "…Um, stay back!" He cried, sounding suddenly inspired, "Or I shoot!"

"Heh," said Cyborg. "Like that's gonna do any good." He moved forwards suddenly, and slammed the nearest crook against the counter, using his full body weight. "Guns down," he said, snatching the robbers armed wrist in a vice grip.

The second crooks eyes widened, in fear or something else, and Robin leapt forwards and smacked him around the head with the bo staff. It hit him solid in the forehead, and he fell to the floor. There was a gun shot sound, and the woman behind the counter screamed.

Another shot rang from the pistol of the guy Cyborg was holding back. Raven wished more than ever that she had her powers, as a glass case high up on the wall smashed and fell down. She found her hand coming up into a fist, and she growled mentally. The crook struggled against the x-robots hold, and then Robin turned and wacked him in the left temple with his staff. The crook cried out as he went limp, and Cyborg dropped him.

Then he bent down and hastily picked up the gun, pulling it apart and dropping the pieces and individual bullets onto the counter. The woman behind it was shaking. Robin pulled out his communicator and paged the chief of police.

Raven moved forwards and picked up the second guys gun, also disarming it. She couldn't help feeling a little useless. Cyborg had done all the work, along with Robin. Herself, Starfire and Beast Boy hadn't really done a thing. She pulled the gun apart with a little more force than necessary, and dropped it on the counter. She noticed the woman, and decided that she was going to make herself useful, and do something.

"It's okay," she said, "the police are on their way."

The woman had her hand on her chest and was breathing a little erratically.

"It's all over," she added, just to confirm it.

The woman leant on one arm on the counter, and started to calm herself down a little. Then she looked up at Raven.

"…Thank you," she said, and Raven could hear the genuine gratitude in her voice. "…Who are you?" She asked, looking up at her still.

Raven was taken aback. The woman… didn't recognize her as a Titan. She was wearing her costume, although she had the hood down for some reason.

Robin spoke up. "We're the Teen Titans, ma'am," he said, putting his communicator away.

The woman looked around. "You have some new members?" She asked.

Raven looked around, and then realised that in three days, she'd gone and forgotten how different everyone (minus, of course, Robin) looked. She had a sudden urge to put her hood up. She decided it was because not being recognized for someone with powers was making her… she didn't want to think it, but it was making her come across as weak. She wasn't used to people not knowing that she could control everything with eight syllables, but putting up her hood would cover her hair and face, and her cloak would hide the pale pink skin that was now her legs.

She didn't put her hood up, in a subconscious decision to prove that, human or no, she was Raven. And she was not weak.

"Not new," Robin replied, eventually. Looking around, it seemed that the rest of the group was taken aback by the question as she had been. "Just different."

The sound of sirens interrupted whatever the woman had been about to say next, and as the police came in to take the crooks away, Raven hurried out of the door to where the car was. She slid into the passenger seat, and looked down at her legs. Then she looked out of the windscreen, and crossed her legs and folded her arms as the other three Titans got into the car.