Cyborg-
Cyborg was in a large medical lab. He looked up at the ceiling he had just been dropped through and then studied his surroundings. All around him were microscopes, computers, bottled chemicals-all the things you'd find in a research room. A sudden sound made Cyborg draw his cannon and take aim at the opening door to his right. As the doors opened, a gray-haired man stepped into the room.
"Cyborg, I've been waiting a long time to see you," The man stated, taking the clipboard in his hand and setting it on a table.
"Really," Cyborg said gruffly, still taking aim. "How about telling me where I am and where my crew is."
"So many demands, you've got to learn to lay back and take it easy." The man said airily. Eyeing the outstretched arm warily, he added, "Now is there really any need for that? Have I showed the smallest hint of a threat?"
"You're kidnapped me and my friends to some god-forsaken fun house, yeah I consider you a threat." He charged up the cannon threateningly and glared harder. "Now I'm not going to ask again. Where. Are. My. Friends."
The man sighed and walked over to a counter slowly. "They're fine. You will see them shortly. Now on to business."
The man pulled a chart from the wall and held it in front of his eyes. "You are a rare being, Cyborg. Quite the puzzle. When I first went through and investigated into… well, never mind about that. I have a proposition for you." The gray-haired man turned to a control panel and pulled a large toggle. From the floor a large tank ascended slowly, with a form in the center. Forgetting about being cautious, Cyborg put down his cannon arm and walked forward entranced.
"My God," He breathed, as he examined the floating body. "It's me!"
Raven-
Raven fell with a thud on the stone path of a large circular dais. She stood quickly and got in a ready stance as a hooded figure walked up the cold glowing steps.
"Raven, it's an honor." The hooded figure alleged. A gloved hand swooped the large hood off to reveal a gray haired man, with piercing blue eyes and a small, stretched mouth.
"Who are you?" Raven demanded. She paced uncertainly on her feet, never taking her eyes off the mysterious man.
"All business, it was the same with the others too-"
"Where are they?" Raven interjected harshly.
"Now be polite and let me have my small say. My, I do have one thing to say about the Teen Titans, you certainly do not mosey around with small talk and silly wisecracks (much like others I have encountered)." The gray-haired man had started to pace aimlessly back-and-forth across the glowing platform.
"Now that you've had you say, allow me to make mine," Raven said, allowing a dramatic pause to rise. "Is this your doing? Are you forcing us to face these realities where our worst fears come true?"
"My, my; aren't we the thinker. All will be revealed in short time. I can see that there really is point in trying to start up a conversation. I say, it really is too bad, you seem such a deep conversationalist." He added smartly, seeing Raven shift unhappily on her feet. "Now, tell me if this is correct, you base your powers off of your emotions correct? Much like your friend Starfire?"
Raven started. How could he know that?
"I will take your dramatic pause as a yes. I must also assume that not being able to express your emotions is a challenge." He added tilting his head to the side and studying her.
Without truly thinking about it, Raven nodded wordlessly.
"What would you do if I could give you a way to show through your 'monotonous' outlook? To finally be able to smile without causing an object to explode? To run through a field of flowers merrily or shed several tears in despair. What would you do with this sort of power? What would you do with the power to show a certain green friend how you truly feel?" The gray-haired man demanded.
A cold, clammy feeling came over Raven. "What exactly are we talking about here?"
Robin-
The familiar smell of baking awoke Robin out of the concussion he had received upon landing. He opened his eyes and rubbed his aching head. He was in a living room, a kitchen visible on the other side of the hall. He stared around in amazement.
"Hello?" Robin called out uncertainly.
"Oh you're up!" A mans voice called from behind him. Robin swung skillfully around to be face to face with a gray-haired man wearing a floral apron, donning two oven mitts and holding a sheet of cookies. "Always have been my favorite," The man stated, looking fondly at the steaming chocolates. "Chocolate chip, nothing better in the world. Care for one?" He offered, holding the cookie sheet out in a friendly manner.
"Where am I?" Robin demanded. Seeing the man acting so friendly struck him odd, but did not lower his defenses a bit.
"A safe place, where no one can harm you."
"Really."
"Really. It's called a home. That's what you long for isn't it Robin. A home."
Of all the things the strange man could have said, that was certainly not was Robin was expecting. Robin composed himself again. He had been given no reason to trust this odd man. "I have a home. It's called Titan Tower."
"Ah, I see what you are now Robin. Here I thought you would be my most complex specimen yet. Ah, no matter. I have a small proposal you might be interested in my lad."
"I'm not interested in any scheme you have-"
"Why don't you tell that to them?" The gray-haired man said, pointing just behind Robin.
Robin slowly turned, to face three figures standing in the doorway. Robin let out a cry of surprise and recoiled back. 'No, this can't be!" Robin thought wildly. And he watched in wonder as the three figures of his long dead family stepped into the well-lit room, their smiles plastered happily.
Beastboy-
Beastboy awoke on the edge of a busy street corner. He lifted himself off the ground and stared wildly around him.
"Where am I?" He asked quietly.
"Well apparently," A man with an open newspaper exclaimed. "At the bus stop at the corner of Main and South." The man said, lowering his newspaper to reveal a graying man. He pointed up at the street sign to prove his point.
"Who are you?" Beastboy asked.
"My boy, you're so flustered, you've barely looked around you. Go ahead, take it all in, I'll wait."
Beastboy raised one inquisitive eyebrow and took a look at the street around him. Brick building. Another brick building. A small grocery store. A McDonalds. A vegetarian market.
"Sweet!" Beastboy exclaimed, staring at the tofu filled windows at the front of the vegan market.
"Not that, Beastboy! Look at the people. Look at their faces."
Beastboy folded his arms and looked boringly around him until he found the face of the person closest to him.
The man was green.
He looked into the face of an older woman. It was green. Everyone on the bustling street corner held the same facial aspects as his own.
"What's going on?
"Isn't this what you're always wished for?" The gray-haired man cried reverberatingly, his voice filling the entire street. "Not for you to change. Not for the chance to become more human. No, but for the world to change to be like you!" Suddenly the people vanished.
Beastboy started at the disappearance of the people and looked back around at the mysterious man.
"Would you like a chance to live in a world like that? Not to be questioned on what you are, but truly who you are?"
Beastboy thought for a second. "What do I have to do?"
Starfire-
Starfire was in a strange place. Around her there were many assortments of flowers and an intricately cut stonewall. She looked around her in awe when a sudden patting on stone woke her from her thoughts.
"Starfire, I assume?" A voice from behind her inquired. Starfire turned to see a graying man walking up the stone steps.
"Who are you?" Starfire asked inquisitively. The old man before her smiled oddly.
"I knew you'd be different from your compatriots. They were very cautious and demanding when I met with them. Having a brave yet welcoming disposition is most refreshing."
"Am I wrong in doing this?" Starfire inquired. "Are you the being that has brought us here?"
"I find I cannot answer your question."
"Can you tell me why we are here?"
"Now that would ruin my purpose." He said pacing slowly closer. "I have indeed inspected the lives of your highly remarkable team, each and every one. I found similarities in all of you but, a remarkable difference all together."
Starfire listened closely to his words but could not make an understanding of them. "What do you mean?"
The gray man searched her face for a brief second then turned away. "I find that in order to disclose that information I must tell you part of my plan." He turned back around. "You see, dear, I have been investigating into your lives to find certain aspects I need. The ones I am using now include your hearts deepest desires. In each of you I found some desire. All except for you."
Starfire started. "What do you mean by this?"
"In you I have found no lust, no deep desire. You have wishes of course, but you have no mind-altering desires that change the way you think and feel. You, my dear, put people before yourself and find true deep pleasure in doing this."
Starfire continued to stare oddly at the man. "I do not understand your words."
"You see, my dear, I have another plan for you." The gray-man said, walking slowly towards her.
