Prologue
The room was dark, with the exception of a task lamp shining on the desk. Newspaper articles and files were strewn across it, and in the reflected light, faces from photographs leered eerily. The boy in the room, leaned against the bank of hip high horizontal files, his dark hair purposefully spiked, and a dark cloak hung over his shoulders.
He picked up a broken facemask, half black, half orange, from the desk and narrowed his eyes.
"It's only a matter of time," he said darkly.
The serious, serious boy felt a buzz in one of the many pouches that lined his belt. He pulled out a yellow disk, a little larger than a hockey puck. A short, black antenna rose from the left side and a large, white "T" spread across its face.
"Robin here."
"Dude!" a boy's voice called. "You need to get down here!"
"On my way."
Robin spun quickly and ran from his room. He soon entered the Titans Meeting room. The others were already there, the massive Cyborg, the wiry, green skinned Beast Boy, the tall, willowy Starfire, and the enigmatic Raven all stood before their oversized monitor.
"It's Cinderblock," Raven said flatly. "He's resurfaced again in Colorado, in some place called Middleton."
"Great," Robin said under his breath. "When will the T-Jet be ready for take off?" he demanded.
"She can fly in ten, but it'll still take three hours to get there," Cyborg reported.
"That's not good enough."
"Friends!" Starfire suddenly exclaimed. "Observe!"
The five Teen Titans stared at the monitor as a young redheaded girl jumped into the fray. She wore a midriff exposing black shirt and baggy cargo pants, and gave Cinderblock a leaping kick to his head.
"Oh my, she will be injured, surely!" Starfire bellowed; her hands rose to her chin anxiously.
Robin narrowed his eyes beneath his mask. He watched her movements and gauged her skill. She was good.
"Who is she?" Beast Boy said.
"I don't know. But I'm going to find out," Robin promised.