Chapter 3

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'How did I get myself into this mess?' Raven thought to herself as she swerved into oncoming traffic. She was sitting on the back of a red streak, clutching madly at the boy in front of her. Who also appeared to be having the time of his life trying to hit all the cars he could. A rather fast car caused her to gasp in shock and fear, Robin only smiled. 'Insufferable' Raven thought, as she couldn't trust her voice. Robin was headed to the second member of his team, a friend he knew quite well. Cyborg was his name, the product of genius and a desperate father, a mechanical man who possesses great strength, of the body and the heart. For all the years Robin knew him, Cyborg had always wanted to do the "right" thing, even when it took him beyond the shelter of his father. A solid rock in the torrent of life's cruelties, Cyborg was there many a time when Robin felt like giving up, urging him on, like a brother. Cyborg, he knew, had his sights set on being the leader of this team, and for that Robin was a bit anxious. Other than that, Robin had no doubt that Cyborg would make a great addition to the team. A gasp from behind him brought his mind back to reality, apparently Raven didn't agree with his driving. He smiled at his own jest and sped up; they were close to their destination. Turning the corner, Robin slowed to a stop in front of a rather large compound. The multiple garages identified it as a repair clinic for cars. Loud noises assaulted the pair, as they made their way to the head office in search of the proprietor. Inside, the pair had to wait for their eyes to adjust to the dimness; Robin was the first to recover due to his mask. A quick survey produced an old man sitting behind a counter reading some important looking papers. Robin endured another curious stare at his mask as he walked up to the busy looking man.

"Is Cyborg here today?" Robin asked the man.

After a brief look at a schedule posted on a wall, the man nodded, "He's in the number 4 garage. Out the door to your left, fourth door on your right."

Robin thanked the man and exited the building with Raven in tow.

"Cyborg?" she questioned, "let me guess, big guy, made mostly of metal and glows?"

"So you know each other, that makes introductions easier."

"No I don't know him. I've read newspapers about him though. He's on this team of yours too? I thought he already does the hero thing…" Raven could've sworn she heard Robin chuckle and sigh at the same time.

"It's a bit complicated. After I was given the idea of a team of super teenagers, I went to Cyborg with it in hopes of recruiting him. I've known him for a long time and he'd make a great Titan, but he's a bit rushed to get out on his own to prove himself. He wanted to be leader of this team. I don't think he's going to like being told what to do."

"He wanted to be leader? Then why are you the leader?" Raven asked, hoping not to sound too curious.

"Because, the project is being funded by my mentor, Bruce Wayne, and he put me in charge."

"Bruce Wayne, the multi-billion dollar bachelor? You know some pretty high class people."

"After I was orphaned, Bruce took me in, taught me the values of life. And how to protect them. Batman found me after that, and against Bruce's orders, I became Robin, the sidekick to the greatest detective. I never looked back, but Bruce still looks after me."

Raven remained silent during Robins monologue; she wanted to learn more about her new acquaintance. If she was to join this team, she would have to know as much as she could about it.

"Hey, Cyborg, you in here?" Robin shouted, disrupting Raven's train of thought.

The garage was housing many cars, in many sorts of disrepair, parts lying about at random, and a desk with a lamp on it. Under the hood of one of the cars was a tall, solidly built man, who just happened to be glowing blue. He looked up from his car, wiping his hands on a dirty rag, looking for the source of the disruption. He grinned at seeing Robin; apparently they do know each other. Raven backed into the shadows, silently watching the two.

"Yo, Robin, what are you doing here man? I thought you were getting the rest of the team?"

"I figured I'd give you the good news first."

"So I made the team?"

"Did you ever have a doubt? Bruce and I both agreed you would make a great Titan. All that's left is telling BB and taking care of the final touches on the tower. I thought I would tell you now so you could begin the final preparations. Think you're up for it?"

"Am I ever, let's see you try and pull me away. Man this is going to be so cool, all the new gadgets and…"

"Cyborg, this isn't a game. We need you to concentrate."

"Don't worry; you'll have the best security systems money can buy. Anyway, who's she, your girlfriend? Didn't think you went for the dark type…" Cyborg finally caught sight of Raven leaning against a wall in the corner.

"Actually, she might become a Titan. She's coming with me to meet you and BB first, then she'll decide to join or not." At the mention of a possible teammate, Cyborg's eyes widened in surprise.

"And no, I'm not his girlfriend. I'm not the 'dark type' either, I'm Raven, don't forget it." Robin suppressed his smirk while Cyborg had a harder time containing his shock. While the two boys talked, Raven went outside and made herself comfortable. Inside, the young heroes continued to talk of the future.

"She's really going to be on the team?" Cyborg asked Robin, clearly a bit unhappy with the idea.

"Yeah, she even has Bruce's recommendation. An aloof telepath, robot hybrid, a green changeling, and a human with no powers, quite the team I'd say."

"So, you're going to see BB next? Tell him I'll have the gamestation ready when he gets there."

"Yeah, I'll tell him, but Cyborg, don't let games get in the way of work."

"I know, I know, you've said all this before, now go on, the sooner you get started the better."

"Alright, see you at the tower tin man."

Robin trotted to his bike where Raven was leaning against it, waiting. They began talking, or more appropriately, Robin talked and Raven made sarcastic remarks. Robin was continuously surprised at the young empath's wit, there seemed to be no end to her biting sarcasm. And much to the young warrior's dismay, he found himself wanting to converse with her more, if only to have her insult him. Unbeknownst to the pair, Cyborg watched as the two birds talked as if they were old friends, or old lovers. As the two drove off on Robin's bike, one thought went through the robotic teen's head.

'This might not be so bad.'