Chapter 2

She clambered out of the sticky bed and paced the room while Cyborg followed her with his eyes. Raven took a sharp turn and threw open her closet. As much as she hated these clothes, she couldn't bring it to herself to tell Cyborg that his creations were hideous. She selected the flying-toaster print suit and matching black cape and dressed discretely.

"I love that one, it's my best work!" Cyborg exclaimed.

"Yeah… My favorite…" Raven said in her usual monotone. "Where are we going first?" She asked hopefully.

"You'll see. It's a huge surprise! I've been working on it for days!"

"Oh goody." She said, under her breath, 'I hope it's not another one of his attempted stabs at designing.'

Cyborg leapt out of bed and picked her up. He held her, kicking and screaming above his head. Cyborg lowered her closer to his face.

"I love you." He whispered

"As do I," she whispered back. Raven kissed him, and the bedside table melted in a black cloud.

Cyborg placed a blindfold on Raven once they were outside and headed off to her birthday surprise.

With his giant shopping bag in hand, bearing 'Come 'till you cum', Robin half ran back to his home. He was the only sane one left, or so he told himself. He skipped down the empty streets and passed his favorite stripper bar, 'The Exposed Inebriated Buccaneer'. He went around a corner and stared into an almost empty piece of desert. He nanced to the familiar front door, and flopped onto the purple couch in the living room of Titan Tower. Robin opened his shopping bag and let out a squeal of delight.

He morphed back into his usual green-man form in mid air over his bed. Beast Boy rolled over to stare at his wife.

"I'm home dearest; did you have a good night? Sorry I didn't come home, the dog catchers got me again."

The blank face stared back at him.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good night, would you like some breakfast? How about tofu waffles? They're your favorite!"

Nothing.

"Hopefully Robin stays out of the kitchen. He's so weird, always talking to himself. At least I talk to someone who's not dead. I'll go get your waffles, honey."

The stone face of Terra just stared into nothingness as Beast boy went to make her breakfast in bed.

She stared at the note and pondered…. 'Should I go and meet Him? The friend and I haven't traded words in so long. I am wondering what he does want. I am so tired. I shall sleep with this thought in my head.'

Star carefully placed the note next to her bed, curled up in her covers, and began to snore.

StarFire's alarm squawked for her to awaken and go to work a few hours later. She dressed into her plastic, pirate outfit and flew out the window to the bar where she was a pole dancer. On the way to the 'The Exposed Inebriated Buccaneer' she was thinking of Cyborg's note. She decided to ignore it. Whatever he wanted, Star didn't care. It wasn't important; otherwise he would have tried harder to get a hold of her. Star was about to land, when she spotted the Tower in the Distance, and wished she knew if anyone was there