"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!" cries Starfire, completely shattered.
Although Raven was also crying abnormally much, Beastboy unmoving and unspeaking, now a complete tree and Cyborg getting attacked by Silkie, that was not the reason why she was crying…
"WHY? WHY? WHHYYY?" she sobs in her super sonic wail. Cyborg quickly pulls away the newspaper, the one with Robin kissing Catwoman on the front cover.
"I… I'm pretty sure it's just a computer enhancement by the Penguin!" says Cyborg, trying to reassure her. "It's fake Star! Really! Just calm down! Do you think Robin would really do something like that?"
Starfire sniffles and calms down. "I… do not… suppose so… sniff." she says.
Cyborg hands her the tissue box which was being hogged by Raven. "Good. Now just head upstairs and take some rest. Everything's going to be… DISGUSTING!" he screams as Silkie begins sucking on his cranium. He twirls around with eyes covered by the grub's gummy gums and falls on the sofa, hitting the remote and turning the TV on…
"And we confirm from diagnostic teams that the footage was NOT fake. The claims and rumours ARE true. Robin, boy wonder, kissed notorious Catwoman." says the news reporter on the Robin/ Catwoman update. "Voice patterns match exactly and security cameras from neighbouring buildings also confirm the troubling meeting between our 'hero' and arch burglar." and the TV screens five different views of Robin and Catwoman kissing with sound effects. "Who knows what other super villainesses have their eyes on our heroes? Here's Dr. Eissley on the subject…"
Cyborg quickly turns off the television. Starfire just sits wide eyed and jaw dropped. Her eyes begin flooding and her jaw wavers.
"O-k-a-y…" says Cyborg, watching Starfire slowly whimpering and breaking. "We'll just put you in your room and let you… um… rest for a while. Right?"
Starfire doesn't answer but just continues to look shocked and speechless as Cyborg carefully trundles her off.
"THIS IS SO SAAAAD!" wails Sad Raven. Beastboy just remained still as an apple tree. The Titan alarm goes off…
…
"I think you came at a bad time Mr. Fox." says Dick, rubbing his sore head after the hectic night.
"Sorry Richard, but this is pretty serious." says the dark skinned man, fixing his spectacles. Lucius Fox was Bruce Wayne's accountant who usually had to balance off losses in nine digits, unknown to him; being used for the Dark Knight's personal use. "I know this must be hard on you, much more than many of us."
"So why did you want to see me?" says Dick yawning. He takes a cup of cocoa- coffee.
"Your inheritance." says Fox, putting his briefcase on the table. Dick almost spits out his cocoa-coffee as he looks at the papers. "Staggering isn't it? You get used to digits like that after a while. It's just the initial shock…"
"You do know that Bruce is still alive right?" says Dick, feeling uncomfortable handling the documents so soon.
"Yes, but we have to be prepared for any… accidents…" says Fox. He didn't want to seem uncaring for Bruce. He was, in fact, a very good friend. "The fact is; that if we don't settle something as soon as possible, the main heads of Wayne Enterprises may try to pry the loot amongst themselves and away from you. And from what I've seen of those men; I know they will."
"Thanks for the warning Lucius, but no thanks." says Dick, pushing the papers away. "He's going to be alright. I know he is. We won't need to discuss this for a long time."
Lucius sighs but smiles. "I admire your faith Mr. Grayson. I pray that you're right." he bows before leaving. "I'll leave the case with you if you reconsider!"
"Thankyou Mr. Fox."
…
Alfred peers out as Mr. Fox's car leaves. "All clear sir."
"Right." says Robin, going to the lab. "Let's solve this riddle."
I am not good. I am bad.
But for what I do, I am, in a way, sad.
Wicked is I, and misgivings I give.
Turn me around and I then live.
"Bad?" says Robin guessing.
"What about that last bit?" says the Butler? "Turn me around and I then live."
"Hmmm… I've got it!" snaps Robin. "Live spelt backwards is EVIL."
"So Lips, no, atlas and evil." says Alfred. "Backwards is 'Spill on salt live'"
"Could mean something… I wish Batman was here." sighs Robin. "He was the expert in this."
"I'm sure he has another issue with the Riddler right now sir." says Alfred. "And I do think you should have a look at the morning paper…"
…
Bruce Wayne sipped at the fruit juice supplied by the feather adorned African waitress.
It wasn't actually that bad, being imprisoned by the Penguin. For one thing, he was an important 'guest' so his every need was catered for in, what he thought was overdoing it a bit. Nice food, drink, waitresses and interesting collections of amazing and rare birds. If he wasn't Batman, he might have actually wanted to stay a bit longer, away from the hassles of his businesses. It was, in a way, relaxing.
He hoped Robin was alright…
…
"Thanks again Vain…" says Grumpy, regaining her bearings.
That was one really good thing about being merely a part of your being; no body; so recovery was really fast, though… you could still die… and still get scarred. Fight felt the claw mark left on the side of her face, as well as the longer one spanning from her shoulder to her thigh.
"No problems guys." says Vain, rubbing her sore, but healing, ribs. "I'm not THAT selfish. Guess our problems got bigger?"
"Really big." sighs Fight, the once bounding spirit is deflated. "I don't think we can win if they attack again."
"Why did we send Sad up this time?" says Shy. "I thought you said she was too emotional?"
"Better her then me." says Grumpy. "Sad is the least powerful fighter of all of us, we can't spare anyone else."
"We are still going to lose." says Fight, sitting on the broken earth. "Echelon is too strong! And this time, Evil will probably be fighting too! And if Trigon comes…"
"That's just the poison of fear Fight!" says Shy, helping her, though she eyes her wounds fearfully.
"We're going to need a lot of lights!" says Vain. The stars begin to flicker again.
"I'm afraid… I mean; our only chance of survival is if we can regroup to one again." says Grumpy. "This means we have to subdue Evil as soon as possible… with Sad here as well."
"Well! It's a good time to think of that!" remarks Vain.
"Guys! Help!" says Shy, crouching near a hole. "It's Happy!"
They run over, fearing the worst. Happy sits smiling, yet greatly petrified in the little hole she made. Her eyes wide, her body shaking and sweating; yet still smiling on the verge of losing her mind…
…
"HAHAHAHAHAAA!" laughs the clown prince of crime, rotating on the stool. He watches as TwoFace take out another bus with a detonator. "How deludingly delicious! Ha-ha!" he wheezes. "Especially when you waited until AFTER the old lady managed to get on! What a farce! HA!"
"It's all a question of when!" smiles TwoFace, flipping another coin. He frowns a little. "Hmmm. Looks like this one's going to live… Our hostage bus!" he smiles.
"SPLENDID!" The Joker jumps giddily to the door. "I shall now leave and inform our host of our 'selection' HAHAHAA! That was simply glorious!" and he shuts the door with the quick movement of his hand, leaving TwoFace to gloat over the mayhem he caused…
…
"The kiddie gloves are off!" gleams Mumbo, throwing the white hands at the police. The gloves expand to man height and squeeze them blue until they pass out on the floor.
"The commercials have ended!" says Control Freak (CtrlF). He unleashes some shadow-con (Jackie Chan Adventures) ninjas to scatter the crowd from the bank.
"The bad guys are in town!" smiles Girl Moth, flying down and bursting the wheels of a squad of police cars, before bombarding the helpless officers with sleeping gas grenades.
"This is such a great payday!" says Mumbo, fishing out bags of money with his magic net.
"And back home you go!" says CtrlF, opening a TV portal.
"Okay! More work less yap!" says Kitten, watching the proceedings with her Hornet pistols. "We have fortunes to steal and depressions to cause here! Mush, mush!"
The two giant gloves start tossing in the money from Mumbo into the TV portal. In his chair in his little hovel, Mod watched gladly as the money dropped in through his television.
"Aahh! Pay TV!" he cackles, blowing bubbles from his pipe.
Mumbo lands the last catch of the day. "That was very pleasant! Such a great satisfaction after a good haul!" he grins, taking with him a few magically materialized fish as well. "I hope that old miser is satisfied for a while!"
"Do we walk, or catch a screen?" says CtrlF, holding the portal.
"There is NO way I'm going back in one of those!" says Kitten, remembering the Star Wars fiasco.
"Don't you need exercise anyway fat-boy?" laughs Mumbo.
"Hey! Watch it slim!" CtrlF menaces. "Have it your way! See you at HQ!" and he pops in with the ninjas.
"Such a slob!" sneers Kitten as she soars up with her jetpack. She is halted by a strange disk shaped bomb that hits her back, trapping her in some sort of crystal substance. A birdarang heads for Mumbo, but he managed to avert the blow with his fish.
"I thought Robin was in Gotham?" says Mumbo confused. He shoots some stuffed rabbits at incoming energy disks. The explosions create a smoke screen for the attacker to walk through… Cyborg.
With one of Robin's utility belts strapped to his arm, on like ammunition on a chain gun, he smiles with an extra sort of pack strapped on as well. A snazzy 'Battle of the Planets' helmet also dons his head. Super geared and smiling, he extends his upgraded sonic cannon arm.
"It's time to bring in the big guns!" Cyborg says, almost enthusiastic to use his new get up.
Kitten cracks out of her prison with the flick of her whip. "You're scrap metal you freak!" and Mumbo slides in to blast a wave of exploding flowers. Cyborg's pack releases wings and he blasts from the ground, leaving a rose shaped explosion of fire from the engines and Mumbo's first attack.
…
Robin patrolled discreetly in the dark alleys to save appearing in public. The Catwoman fiasco was really wearing down his nerves; he hoped he could get the whole issue sorted out soon. He hoped the others at Jump City didn't take it the wrong way. He could just imagine Starfire blasting him right about now.
"HELP!" cries out a woman not too far off.
"That's my cue!" says Robin to himself, and he runs through the alley to the noise.
…
The door opens, "Ying tiddle I po!" yells the Joker and he slams the door shut again, leaving Bruce to ease his heart rate.
…
"Shake out of it Happy! Come on!" says Fight, gently but firmly shaking the deluded Happy by her shoulders, but it is of little use. Happy continues to stay rooted in fear, as if paralysed in a state of madness. She just smiles back with eyes out of focus. Shy watches nervously.
"… What did that thing do to her?" says Vain finally, as the silence becomes intense.
"What did it do to ALL of us?" says Mean, trying to rub away the cold, slimy feeling from her skin. "It's like… like… fear and dread smeared over me." and she begins twitching involuntarily. The feeling of the scimitar blades slashing through her makes her feel pale and vulnerable. Every little motion in the air reminded her of the imminent contact of the dark, sharp claws.
"A sense of loss…" says Grumpy, feeling where the claw had pierced her chest. Her skin felt like cold, smooth stone. "How are you?" she says to Fight, who leaves Happy to rest in her foetal position.
"Fine…" she lied, and her large scar on her right side of her face burned bright red. A tear comes from her right eye and her whole right side trembles. The glow from the long wound from shoulder to knee is seen through her cloak. The others are gravely concerned. "I'm fine…"
…
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" the Joker is in hysterics. He activates his foot massager and sits in his vibrating chair, all in aid of recovering his still badly battered body from the chemical explosion in his attack on Jump City (See 'The Joker'). Naturally, he is talking to himself…
"Oh! What have you been doing my good fiend? What little jokes have you been at this fine day!" he giggles and twirls the desk around.
"Oh! It was gloriously hilarious!" he replies to himself. "Glance at the paper my good fellow!" and he twirls the desk around again, and so the conversation continues.
"Ha-ha! Deliciously cunning for the old bird!" says his companion (Himself). "But what have YOU been up to?"
"Oh hum. Just helping old spit face do a little random selection of 'contestants' for our next game. Another good blast as I always say!"
"That must have been quite some fun!"
"T'was!"
"But what did you DO?"
"I'm helping the questionnaire mingle with his psychotic joys of sadistic control. What else?"
"P'shaw! Oh, merely a trifle old man! A mere trifle! You can do better then that!"
"Oh I am!" he laughs, cringing back into the seat. "I'm not THAT docile in my present imposition. As you know; Old Cobble bottom is trying to knock off the other two 'crime lords' by merely flipping them at each other, hoping that their fatal combinations of mind sets will cause them to blow each other out."
"True, true. Go on."
"Well! It is now my duty to do the opposite!" and he winks.
"Oh! You sly devil! How intriguingly naughty! You're going to make them gang on the old bird! How truly rotten! Then probably making them fight again and then taking the ransom of Bruce Vain for your self I presume?"
"Very bright sir! Thankyou, thankyou very much. But it's just a small pin on the haystack."
"(Gasp) There's more?" he says surprised.
"Did you ever doubt it?" he smiles evilly.
He giggles in his chair with enthusiasm.
"Please restrain yourself sir. Or I shan't tell you my little Joke!"
"Sorry! Got carried away there!"
"Apology accepted."
"Thankyou."
"Now! Yesterday, do you recall the little venom that I passed off into the Boy blunder?"
"Oho!"
"Yes! Truly! A NEW concoction that doesn't rely on the old formulae, which unfortunately, has been made practically infeasible by the 'Starfire vaccine' (See 'The Joker' chapter 7 (A good Heart))" and he sticks his tongue out and points his thumb down.
"Boo!" agrees the Joker and does an armpit fart.
"Thankyou. The venom has a mix you see, of two very interesting effects!"
"Go tell! Do tell!" says the Joker, crouching over with full attention. "Don't be such a spoilsport!"
"Let's just skip to camera 145 shall we!" smiles the Ace off Knaves, and he twirls his seat to the television. He suddenly turns around and twirls the table.
"Got popcorn?" and he twirls the table again.
"Certainly!" and he twirls back around and munches the buttered snacks from a large box.
…
"'The kid gloves are off' he said! 'Just watch this' he said! I should have KNOWN!" shouts Kitten, running as fast as she could with wings smoking. Mumbo is following on with tattered clothes and snapped wand.
"Oh shut up!" he says frantically as Cyborg blasts at his heels again. "Eek!"
"Argh! Who says 'eek' now you old coot… EEEK!" and she almost get hit by the blue beam of energy.
"Surrender or be desisted!" shouts Cyborg, gliding in with his jetpack (See 'The Joker', 'No shadow without light' chapter) he fires multi shots of blue golf ball sized blasts along with a sonic beam.
"A LITTLE HELP HERE WOULD BE NICE!" shouts Kitten into her COM link.
"Can you hold your horses for a sec huh?" says CtrlF back at the base. "We hauled in so much money; I can't get out the door!"
"Use the remote then you clod!"
"Okay, but it's risky!"
"RISK IT RISK IT RISK IT RISK IT!" shouts Mumbo.
"I'll need a serial."
"Can't you eat later?" moans Kitten.
"No! A serial number! As in a TV would be nice!"
"Blue brains! Rob that TV store!" orders Kitten and Mumbo graciously sucks up a TV with his vacuum hat trick. "Good! Now distract the titan while I read these numbers!"
"ME?" says Mumbo, but he has no time to argue. Cyborg lands and makes for the duo. "Try this on for size!" smiles Mumbo, trying to regain his bearings, and he launches an exploding pigeon which is blown up in his face by Cyborg's Jet-pack blaster.
"Now let's try this one!" smiles Cyborg, and he loads one of Robin's 'freeze' disks and hits Mumbo square in the chest, trapping him in imitation ice.
"HAHA! NOW WE'RE COOKING!" gleams Kitten, turning around with the television. To Cyborg's horror, a huge marshmallow man (Ghostbusters) starts to squeeze out from the screen. Its massive head easily outsizes a van.
"Cooking with fire!" replies Cyborg, and he starts blasting the giant head. But the thing is just plain too large and puffy! It shrugs off the little marks and begins to get an arm out. Cyborg isn't the only one with problems. Unable to move away, Mumbo and Kitten are slowly being squished by the marshmallow against the buildings.
"Great Googly mooglies! Killed by confectionary! What an end!" groans Mumbo and he holds his breath as he submerges.
"This is sick…" manages Kitten, before she too is overcome.
"Why? Why do I have to keep blowing these neat little things up?" sniffles Cyborg, kissing his jetpack goodbye. He overloads the circuits and with a great charge, rams into the mouth of the monster who gladly consumes him and the glowing, smoking machinery.
With half its body out, many passers by are screaming away, on foot and by car. The marshmallow man laughs before expanding twice his size and exploding in a great gooey and calorie loaded mess all over Jump city.
…
"Dang birds!" groans a farmer on the outskirts of the city as a small white blob hits his tractor.
…
Cyborg lipped his chops and whirled himself to shake all the sticky candy off himself. The scene was humorously devastating, with a great cleanup task ahead for the city. Try as he might, Cyborg couldn't locate the bodies of his enemies. He hoped, even though they were the bad guys that they were okay. Being blown up in a giant marshmallow monster is a rather horrible and unexpected way to go…
…
"Back home! How efficient!" notices Mumbo, emerging from the white froth of mush. He plies the goo from his moustache.
"What took you guys so long?" says CtrlF, opening the door with some difficulty and scooping up some marshmallow into a bowl.
"Shut up!" says Kitten, walking around like a yeti. "Just shut up!"
…
"Just hand over the money old man!" says one of the roughs, picking the middle aged man by the collar of his jacket. His female companion is screaming help, being restrained by another two thieves. There is no one in the alleys, and a watchman looks out for them, but he doesn't take his eye of the alley ways, so the impact of Robin from above takes him by surprise.
"Mercy!" pleads the victim of the thieves as one raises a club to knock him out and secure a getaway, but he is hit to the ground by Robin, who launches himself out of a window.
…
"BOOORING!" boos the Joker, watching the encounter from the Penguin's base. "Get to the exciting part already!"
…
Robin knocks down another crook with his pole arm, but another six thieves appear out of nowhere and jump to the fray. The couple being robbed huddle in a corner, trapped off by the battle.
"Try this ya' punk!" says one of the men in a cowboy hat and trench coat. He uses a crowbar to wrench Robin's pole from his hand and into the air. "Ha!" He takes a swing, but Robin kicks his hand up and with a lightning move grabs the bar and hits him in the gut with a prod, before hitting the falling pole at his head. He drops the bar and swishes his pole round to face the other attackers.
"Nothing but a bunch of bullies in a town that's too big for them." thinks Robin as he continues to pummel. "Boy, they get on my nerves!"
Something strange happened then… Robin had the urge to really teach these guys a lesson… a compulsive urge to strike… and strike! It snapped.
Dazed, the thief is hoisted in the air by his throat, choking and almost passing out, and thrown through a half rotten door. Another one gets up but gets caned by Robin's staff. He is hoisted up by the pole and against the wall before Robin grabs his shirt and starts to pummel mercilessly. The couple are watching in horror as Robin smiles as he starts wetting his hands with the blood of the man's broken nose and teeth.
"H… Hey! Stop!" moans one of the other thieves on the ground. Big mistake! Robin throws the semi-breathing man at him. One tries to get away, but Robin uses a bat rope to tie his legs and he drags him in. The thief tries to cling to the ground in vain, scrapping his fingernails on the pavement.
"You punks think you own the place huh?" snarls Robin, throttling the poor guy. "You all think you can gang up on everyone! Think you're so tough now?" and he throws him into a wall, and kicks a garbage can at him before he even hits the ground. "PATHETIC!"
Two of the men rush him, but he cracks them over the head with a sickening twist of their hands that moved to protect their faces. Robin laughs madly and starts to stomp on one while using the pole to start shattering the other's legs. The one thrown through the door queasily gets up and gets kicked in the groin and swung head first into another door, again and again till he breaks through.
"He's gone mad!" remarks one of the bystanders, holding his wife close, less he should turn on them too.
Robin picks up the guy in the trench coat with his hat well and truly crumpled and blood stained. He prepares to punch in his already horribly mangled face. Then… the madness leaves him…
"MERCY! PLEASE! WE DIDN'T WANNA HURT NOBODY! WE ONLY WANTED THE MONEY! PLEASE! YOU'RE KILLING US!" shouts the man, too bashed to control the level of his voice. His eyes are red and black swollen, four teeth knocked out and his nose twisted to the side. He probably had a broken arm as well as Robin looked at the blood trickle from his limp hand, shocked at what he had just done.
Without a word, but trembling violently, Robin backs away from the cringing and crying bodies lying beaten and bleeding on the floor. The two he saved run off calling for the police and an ambulance. What had he done!
Inside his head he thought he could here the hideous laughter of the Joker. Mocking him for his lack of control, his hate and the joy he had felt when hurting them… but strangely enough… he was laughing…
…
"… So (sob) then they got me (sniffle) out because I'm so weak and (whimper) PATHETIIC! WAAHAAAAHAAAA!" cries Sad sitting in a mountain of tissues in front of the apple tree. "I'm so sad! Waah!" and she blows her nose, probably alerting a nearby tanker to watch out in the fog.
Beastboy, though now completely in tree form and unable to talk (Which he wasn't able to do in other animal transformations anyway) he could still hear Raven somehow, and he felt a little responsible for her condition. He was glad that he now knew why she was acting so weird.
Maybe if he had played out their fight (Chapter 1 and 2) she wouldn't have to have resorted to this state. He hoped the other emotions would be fine in the mirror world; for now he couldn't do anything, not even warn the others of what happened. He was helpless.
"This is soo saad!" cries Sad (Which was really getting on his nerves) "Look at me! I'm talking to a treeee! Waah!" Beastboy doesn't think much about that comment, but he felt very awkward with Raven crying, even if he did know it wasn't really 'her' in a sense. He struggled to try and revert to his old self, maybe to get a hand to pat her on the back, or at least pass her the waste paper basket. A hand to wipe the tears away…
…
He reached out…
…
He accidentally drops an apple on her head…
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" wails Sad, not really in pain, but emotionally unstable. "Beastboy threw a bit of himself at my head (Whimper)! He doesn't like me (Sob, sob, sob)! The apple tree doesn't like me! WAAAAAH!" and she falls over backwards to bury herself in the tissues to try and hide herself. Beastboy groans, this was going to be really had to deal with. He instinctively tries to scratch his head and inevitably ends up dropping another apple onto Sad's gut.
"WAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAaaa Ow!"
…
"Richard?" calls out Commissioner Gordon from the hallway. Dick Grayson is lying on his couch, stressed, tired and crying. The commissioner notices and assumes the tears are for Bruce; however, that is not the case.
"Y… Yes commissioner?" says Robin, holding back his emotions.
"Just dropped in to give you this clue we found at the bottom of the cage used to trap Catwoman the other day." says Gordon, not walking in to disturb the boy. He hands the paper to Alfred. "Seeing as we can't contact Robin or Batman, maybe you can help us."
Robin looks on the news, the interview with the ten men in critical condition after being attacked by Robin, and a small mass actually cheering on Oswald Cobblepot's move against Batman. "Do you still trust them?" he says, feeling uncertain of his future.
"Things sometimes get pretty grim, but I always have." replies Gordon. "I'll be in touch. Please call me back if you can contact them."
"I will."
Gordon leaves.
"I think the next puzzle is quite puzzling sir." says Alfred, not trying to sound concerned to try and get Robin to think straight. Robin nods and takes a look at the riddle…
Well deck my house and pull out my pen!
I did once, now I'll do it again!
"Deck and house are both card terms." says Robin, returning to his serious self. "Pen and 'do it again'? Draw… as in cards… REDRAW."
"Nicely done young master." says Alfred, turning off the TV which was displaying the injuries of the Robin attack victims. "That makes 'Spill on salt water live'…"
"Live eels? Live worms? Live fish?" guesses Robin and he smiles a little. Alfred notices and is relieved that he is recovering, until he notices that Robin's mouth is curving into a very worrying smile. Robin suddenly breaks out into laughter that chills the spine… Joker laughter.
"Master Dick! Are you needing medical attention?" says Alfred hurriedly getting the phone and first aid kit in a flash.
"I… I did it!" gasps Robin, regaining control but sweating in fear.
"It must be the Joker's weapon." replies the Butler, getting the emergency number ready to call. "That is what undoubtedly made you lose control in the fight."
"No… Not that!" says Robin gravely. "Last night we had a visitor… Getting around while the security cameras were out by the lightning and being stealth skilled enough to engrave the message onto my door with that butcher's knife and to plant it at the foot of my bed as I slept there…"
"You have figured out how he did it?"
"Yes… It was ME!"
…
Cyborg grumbles as he walks in. SO close to catching two of them! Darn!
He raises an eyebrow when he enters the house. The whole place is littered with used tissues with Beastboy (The tree) being hugged by Raven in the centre, who was resorting to eye drops to keep her tears going. He notices that the tree is blushing.
"Okay! What did he do now?" sighs Cyborg.
"NOTHING!" cries Sad, squeezing the tree tighter.
"Then why are you crying?"
"I DON'T KNOW! WAAH!"
"Then, why are you tree hugging then?"
"There's no one else to hug! Waah!" She accidentally sprays a bit on the tree when she blows her nose. Cyborg steps away slightly. "Bark is so hard! I think I hurt myself!" cries Sad and she squeezes tighter and cries more.
"Then why do you keep holding onto him for?" and he raises an eyebrow.
"I DON'T KNOW! WAAHAAA!"
"I'm sorry I asked!" he says nervously. He then notices the TV is on. After Sad's crying died down he finally worked out something bad had gone on in Gotham (As usual), and Robin was involved in it. He turns on his communicator. "Robin! Hey Rob! This is Cyborg! Do you read me?" he calls in, but something was wrong, the signal was jammed. Only the blatant fuzzy noise of interference came through. Had he but known it, the signal of the Riddler was now completely nullifying communication in and out of Gotham city. Things were bad enough… without Starfire leaving a little note behind on the fridge…
I have gone away running. Have not gone alone, have taken Silkie. Do not try to find me. Do not try to follow me. I left my communicator on the table. I want to be by myself for a while. Do not know where to, but I shall not return until I regain my former self. I hope I have not let all of you down. Please do not tell Robin. I hope to be back home soon (Before he arrives back).
Your good friend always
Starfire
P.S. Have taken a weeks supply with me from the fried and pantry. Sorry for any inconvenience. I hope you catch the bad guys.