I stood in the garage underneath Titans Tower, looking down at my new clothes, black jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, and my usual gloves; it felt weird going into a potential combat situation without my armor on, but I at least had it with me. I picked up my bag, and slung it my shoulder.

I looked around the garage; it had been my favorite place to hang out for the past three weeks since Robin had given me my assignment, mainly because of the project that had filled those weeks.

I walked over to the finished result, my mako bike, rebuilt in all its black and chrome glory, sat facing the exit, I strapped my bag across the back of the bike, slid my sword into its concealed sheathe, then stood there gently running my hands over the smooth surface of the bike.

I heard a faint sound behind me, and turned around quickly to see the Titans standing there watching me.

My hands instantly dropped from petting my bike, and I tucked them behind my back.

"I see you're about ready to leave," said Robin.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," Beast Boy snorted. An elbow jabbed him in the side, silencing him.

"Yeah, I am."

"Remember, learn all you can, but don't act without contacting me before hand."

"Alright, sounds fair enough."

He offered his hand, and I took it shaking it firmly.

Cyborg stepped up, and held up his fist, and I punched it casually, "Take care man,"

"Later dude," said Beast Boy stepping up and giving me a high-five.

Raven offered her hand, and I shook it too, "Yeah, don't get killed." I chuckled at that one.

Starfire gave me a light hug as she said, "Do complete your assignment and return home with all haste, I look forward to sharing with you a traditional Tameranian welcoming of coming home pudding."

I grinned and swung my leg over the bike. I hit the ignition and the machine roared to life with a very familiar sound. I waved one last time, then drove out of the garage.

After I had gone, Beast Boy, Starfire, and Cyborg wandered off, leaving Raven and Robin alone.

Raven looked out the doorway, then at Robin, "Are you sure this is a good idea, sending him on a potentially dangerous mission, without backup, within three weeks of his becoming a Titan?"

The Boy Wonder looked at her, "Raven, it's a blank lead, I made the whole thing up, this is more of a test, just to see how good he is at finding information; there is no real danger."

The wind kicked at my short brown hair as I roared down the highway on my motorcycle, it felt so good to be out, just me, my motorcycle, and the road.

I had cleared the suspension bridge leading out of town about a half hour ago, and was headed for the Tri-County Theatre, that was about another 3 minutes away. As I rode, I thought back about the past weeks, I had already learned much about the Titans:

Robin was obviously a workaholic, and totally obsessed with training, but all the Titans looked up to him, he had been a superhero since before any of them had even thought about using their powers to help people.

Cyborg was the team mechanic, and one of the more emotionally stable of any of them.

Beast Boy was like everyone's little brother, he could be annoying at times, especially to Raven. There are many times that they would like to kill him, again especially Raven, but they would all kill for him.

Raven is a mystery, she keeps to herself, and won't talk about herself either, I really don't know much about her.

Starfire on the other hand is like an open book, she doesn't hide her emotions in the least. But the fact that she is alien to this planet still makes her a mystery, all her efforts are to learn as much as possible about earth, or as it's called in the rest of the universe, Terra Firma.

We really don't know too much about her native culture, only that it is highly food oriented; they seem to have a food for every occasion, mourning, happiness, friendship, returning friends, and anything else under the sun.

Robin is her nearly constant companion; he does his best to teach her the…bizarre ways of this planet. I can easily tell that Star likes him, but I think that Robin sees her as almost a younger sister, someone he must protect and teach, it's very confusing between the two of them often.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I saw the theatre emerge from the forest s I rounded another bend: it was a tall, impressive looking building, complete with massive gothic arches, pillars, and a guard of gargoyles. It looked really out of place to be sitting here in the middle of a forest, but it was quite impressive nonetheless.

I roared up the entrance of the theatre, and put my bike into a slide that brought it skidding to a stop right in front of the steps to the main doors.

I swung off my bike, as the internal gyros kicked in stabilizing it so it would stand alone without a kickstand.

I straightened my jacket and sunglasses, then walked up to the massive doors, before I knocked I couldn't help but to look up and admire the height of the doors, they stood well over 12 feet tall, and appeared to be made of solid oak.

I reached out and knocked, the booms echoed through the building, then slowly faded to silence, I was about to knock again when a smaller door off to the side cracked open, and a young female face poked out.

"Hello sir, can I help you with something?"

"Yes, my name is Joshua Anderson, I'd like to talk to the manager or owner of this theatre please."

"May I ask as to your business?"

I smiled warmly, "Financial business, to the benefit of this theatre."

She blinked a few times, then opened the door the rest of the way, "Please come in."

I stepped through the door and looked around, the lobby was enormous, and in the process of being decorated for the play to be shown, Phantom of the Opera. I turned to face my host. She was probably in her mid teens, was about as tall as my shoulders, had shoulder length brown hair, and matching brown eyes. She smiled pleasantly.

"Wait here please Mr. Anderson, I'll go and get Miss Harcourt." She said, then turned and ran up a set of steps.

I stood patiently, waiting for her return. I took a deep breath, then let it out; I was only eighteen, but I was going to have to pass off for considerably older, this should be fun.

I turned to face the steps as I heard two pair of footsteps on them.

The young girl was walking next to an elegant looking lady, she was a little taller than the first girl, had long blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. She stepped up gracefully, as the first girl stepped between us.

"Mr. Anderson, this is Emily Harcourt; Miss Harcourt, Joshua Anderson."

Miss Harcourt extended her hand, and I took it, she had a surprisingly firm grip, so I returned it. "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Anderson."

"No, the pleasure is all mine."

She looked over at the young girl, "Thank you Amber."

'Amber' nodded, and walked over to the side of the lobby to let the two of us talk alone.

Miss Harcourt looked back at me, "Amber tells me you are here for some financial reason?"

"Yes," I replied, "You'll have to let me explain, I have been a fan of theatre for a long time, and have wanted for a while to be able to help support this passion of mine. I am no actor, or director, so the only way I could possibly help is financially. I am engaged in a business that trades in precious materials, such as gold, silver, and diamond. I now have the means to be able to fulfill my wish. I only recently moved to Jump City, and decided to come out to this theatre, just to see if it could be beneficial if I were to assist it."

Miss Harcourt was silent for a moment, as if pondering my story. She then spoke, "I assure you sir, any donation you made to help this theatre would be greatly appreciated."

I nodded, "Would there be any chance a tour of this place could be available?"

She nodded, "Of course, are you by any chance planning to attend the opening performance in two days?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

"I have an idea for you sir, rather than force you to travel to and fro so many times, would you like to stay in the theatre? It would not only save you the trip, but also give you the opportunity to truly see how this theatre is operated. The room we have is not as nice as your average hotel, but it would give you the experience of being in the theatre.

I smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was trying to impress 'Mr. Anderson' by giving him a place to stay, letting him watch the goings of the theatre for a few days. "That would be wonderful Miss Harcourt."

She smiled back faintly, "Mr. Anderson, please just call me Emily."

"Very well, on one condition, you call me Joshua."

"Of course."

At that moment, the doors to the main auditorium burst open and a rather frazzled-looking stagehand stepped out, "Miss Harcourt we need you in here, now."

I listened for a moment, and heard a female voice ranting and raving something about her costume having not been washed with the right detergent.

Miss Harcourt looked at me tentatively as though expecting a look of distaste; instead, I burst out laughing.

She blinked a few times as though confused, until I finally spoke, "You have my sympathies Emily, good luck, would you like me to wait here?"

She sighed, apparently quite relieved, "Actually, Amber, could you show Joshua to the spare room, then show him around the theatre? I have a disgruntled actor to calm down."

Amber nodded, "This way please, Mr. Anderson."

I followed quietly, but watching everything around me. We walked through the backstage area, up a few flights of stairs, then eventually came to a stop at the top.

Amber opened a door, revealing a room that sat on top of the entire theatre, giving me a view of all the land around it. The room was, by modern terms, sparsely furnished, but in my terms, it was all I needed.

There was a single cot in the corner, a dresser off to the side, and a small table and chair near one of the windows.

I walked in, looking around, "Yeah, this'll do, quite nicely. Oh, by the way, your name is Amber right?"

Amber smiled happily, "Yes, Amber Rose. Well, I'll leave you here to get settled in, can you find your way back to the lobby?"

I smiled back, "No problem."

"Ok, I'll meet you down there when you are ready for your tour."

"Alright, see ya then."

Amber stepped out the door, and I turned around and opened my bag. In order to keep the fact that I was on a covert operation, I had left my communicator at the tower. In its place was a powerful laptop that I had purchased with the money I had made from selling some of the jewels I had brought with me from the past.

Naturally, Cyborg had upgraded it considerably; it had a constant connection to the Tower's mainframe that would work as long I stayed inside the galaxy. I set it on the desk, and then set my bag that contained nothing else but clothes on the dresser.

I sat down at the desk chair, opened and powered up my laptop. I sent a single quick message to the tower, 'I'm in.'