Author's Note: Here's some big thank-yous to Julia, 7525720, Titansfan545, The Dream Master, ttchaku, Tiger Helix, and DIWaRrla! Mmmmmwaaa! Kisses and hugs for everyone!! (I hope I haven't missed anyone, but if I have I apologize and send special wishes your way.) I'm so glad you all like my fic! Yippeee! And, last but not least, to Shadowsylvia: Thanks, Sis! Don't worry, guys, I'm going to keep writing, so here it is.

Chapter 10

Robin was in his room with a flashlight clenched in his teeth, digging through his desk and wardrobe, trying to find the communicator from Batman. If any of the prefects saw his light on, he would get into major trouble, so he used a flashlight. He was positive he still had the communicator; he just had to have it! Sure, he'd been carrying it in the pocket of his Robin suit and Slade might have found it there, but surely he wouldn't have thought anything of it, the thing looked like a video game that you wore on your wrist! Wouldn't Slade have just shrugged his shoulders and allowed Karlton to pack it?

"Fum 'ere on in, Ah doin' ah own 'ackin'," Robin muttered around the flashlight. His head was in the trunk, and he pushed aside a book and nearly dropped the light as he spotted it. Exultation welled up inside of him as he grabbed it and pulled it out, closing the trunk right after. Perching himself on the edge of his bed he switched the tiny communicator on and stared at the blank screen. A green talk line was supposed to have shown up. Where was the talk line?

Robin turned the little unit over and examined the back. He groaned when he saw that the back was gone and the battery with it. Whenever Batman designed a piece of equipment, he designed it so that it worked well and efficiently. One little watch battery was enough to run it for months, but now he didn't even have a way to power it for thirty seconds. Exhausted and temporarily defeated, Robin put the communicator in his bedside table drawer and went to bed.

If hotel employees wondered why the Teen Titans were accompanying Mr. Weiss, they really didn't ask or let it be known that they were. He would often go out, usually with one of the girls dressed in civilian clothes or with both of them, and when he returned he would look tired, sometimes more tired than the girls.

"Okay, so why can't we go out?" Beast Boy asked one morning after the trio had left.

"Because the girls look normal, BB, and we don't," Cyborg said, flipping through the channels on the TV. "It would totally blow Batman's cover if Slade heard we were here."

"But it's boring!" Beast Boy protested, flopping into a chair. "There's nothing to do!"

"Aw, c'mon, man," Cyborg said, switching off the television. "Look, we're staying in the Savoy, and that's a five-star hotel, BB! Try enjoyin' it!"

"Yeah, and we can't go anywhere in it! I'd just love to go down and scope out the babes at the pool, but what's stopping me?" he paused dramatically. "I'm stuck up here!"

"Uh, BB, the last time you went swimmin', don't you remember what happened?"

"Umm, I got sunburned?"

"No," Cyborg said, sighing a little. "As soon as you were in the water you changed into a shark and began a panic. It took us two hours to sort it all out, don't you remember that?"

Beast Boy blushed. "Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. Whoops. Maybe I'd better stay here after all."

The door opened then, and Starfire, Raven, and the ersatz Mr. Weiss came in, all ready to drop.

"Lemme guess," Cyborg said as soon as they had all sat down. "You didn't find anything."

"Not a trace," Batman said, rubbing the spot between his eyebrows. "I don't understand it. He has to be somewhere, but every school we checked that has recently enrolled a boy has been a dead end."

"Maybe we shouldn't be looking just in London and the vicinity," Raven said, lifting her head from her chair's arm. "What if he's in a school in the middle of nowhere? That would be a lot harder to escape from, wouldn't it?"

"It would," Batman said thoughtfully. "We'll check out tomorrow and begin looking further afield. In the meantime, let's get some rest."