Good Morning All!

Semine: ((watch beeps)) Time to take your non-happy pills! ((shoves pills in Kali's throat))

Kali: Joy. Rapture. I now can live my life without happiness. I'm just frikin' overjoyed.

Semine: Exxxxhhhhlllent, Smithers, Excellent.

Kali: Wait, Smithers? Do you have another secretary of evil? And you didn't tell me?

Semine: ….. Maybe… Just write, Dammit!


Robin walked into the Tower as quietly as he could, hoping he hadn't been missed. Unfortunately for him, the first thing he saw was Starfire's screaming face.

"Where were you on the night of the last? You could have been ninged by light! I thought you had been teen-napped! How am I to know that Slade did not take you and was currently holding you for ransom? I was very concerned for your health and well-being!"

"Star, I've had a long night. I'll tell you when I get some sleep." Robin tried to get past Starfire and to his room, but she blocked him.

"Were you out with a missed triss? I shall be very unhappy if you were trying to find a missing triss! Our relationship is very young and unstable, and I do not discount the possibility of a missed triss. Tell me the name of the missing triss!"

"Starfire, it's called a mistress, not a missed triss. And no, I do not have a mistress. I love no one but you. Now let me sleep." Robin managed to pass Starfire and went to his room to sleep, leaving Starfire wondering where she had gone wrong.

Ah. Blissful sleep and quiet…I wish it was like this more often… Robin's thoughts were interrupted by his door opening noisily for Beast Boy and Cyborg.

"We were so worried about you, dude! Where did you go?" Beast Boy said, oblivious to the images in Robin's mind of his gruesome and pulp-fiction death.

"I went out. I ended up getting little to no sleep. Now let me catch up with the sleep, and then I might not kill you for waking me up."

"Man, I hope this mood of yours goes away when you wake up," Cyborg said before leaving Robin's room, ushering Beast Boy out with him.

Robin turned over on his bed and tried to catch the sleep that had fled him. But memories of happier times came up in his mind, which inevitable led to memories of the lows that followed the happier times. The Titans plus Terra going out for pizza, when Robin was only figuring out (after so long) that he liked Starfire, and Beast Boy's attempts at flirting. Finally getting America back the way it should have been after Mad Mod had made it still a British colony (and him the King of England, and England still a monarchy). Getting back to the Tower after a really hard battle.

Raven telling him she had to leave. The sight of her room empty, with the curtains fluttering in the light wind. Seeing her when she so obviously was in pain. Seeing her deal with the pain. Seeing someone else comfort her in her time of need.

The wound Raven had inflicted onto him by leaving was only starting to scab. How could she be picking at the scab to reveal a scar so quickly? And why did he care?

Robin could feel the answers of these questions, along with the answer to life, the universe, and everything, just out of his consciousness, as he slipped off to sleep, beginning to dream of----

BLEEP! BUZZ! BEEEP! BLEEP! BUZZ! BEEEP! BLEEP! BUZZ! BEEEP! BLEEP! BUZZ! BEEEP!

Robin jumped out of his bed, pulling on a spare uniform and grabbing his utility belt in one smooth movement. Why? The instant I get to sleep… Robin's thoughts took a rather sadistic turn as he ran into the living room to hear what the most recent crime was.

"Guys! Three masked men with guns are robbing the bank on 3rd and River Street. They say they have the place wired to blow." Cyborg looked at the Titans, worried. This would have been the work of the police and the bomb squad. But that bank was across the street from Mama Mozzarella's, and Raven was working today.

"Titans, to the bank!" Robin yelled from halfway down the hall to the garage; he had started running when he saw the map of the city with a blinking dot on the bank on the TV.


Robin stopped before entering the bank to talk to the police.

"Yeah, we evacuated the building, and some of the ones nearby. But some, like Mama Mozzarella's, want to stay open. We think the bomb is in the back, behind the tellers' desk, but we can't be sure." The head police officer, whose badge read Erica, smiled sardonically. "Have fun! We'll be right behind you, even though we're sitting here with our tails between our legs."

Robin ignored the last comment, and walked ahead of his team into the bank. "Now, we don't want to hurt you, but we're going to need you to diffuse the bomb and get out of the building. If you do, we'll take a few years off of your sentence. How does that sound?" Robin knew that there was no hope of these men ever getting out of prison, but why did the men themselves have to know?

"Hmmmmm. How about… No. We're going to get the money, and leave, or else the whole block goes poof. How does that sound?" At that cue, the men all started to fire rapidly at the Titans. But not a single bullet could go further than ten feet from the muzzle of the gun.

"You know, robbing a bank not more than a block away from the residence of a known superhero was not one of your better ideas." From behind the Titans, the voice continued. "Azerath, Metrion, Zynthos." The bullets, which had been hovering in the air until now, turned until they were facing the ceiling, then raced towards it. Raven walked out from behind the Titans. "Be happy that I'm not teleporting you to jail right now. I'll give you a chance to tell us how to diffuse the bomb, and maybe carve a few years off of your sentence. Talk." The men stared silently. "Okay. Goodbye. Have a nice time at the city penitentiary." The weapons and masks peeled themselves away from the men, and a huge black shadow appeared under the men's feet, which they sank into.

Raven turned around to face the Titans, smiling. "Nice seeing you here. I'll take the beat near Mama's. I'll call you guys sometime. Later!" And before the Titans could fully register that Raven had just saved them, she had left.


Raven smiled slightly as she came back to Mama Mozzarella's. It felt great to kick ass. She even did the daily drudgery without sending nasty glares to Larry. Okay, maybe a few as he tried to hit on the other waitresses, but not nearly as many as she usually did.

At the end of the day, when Raven and Bekka were in the changing room, Bekka brought it up. "You look almost happy. Who's died?"

"No one. I just finally vented some steam."

"Did this have anything to do with your coffee break while the bank was being robbed?"

"Most definitely. I got to send their sorry asses to jail, and leave the nasty business of diffusing a bomb to the Titans."

"Ooh, that demands a story. And takeout." Bekka smiled, and Raven couldn't help but smile too. For the first time in a little over two weeks, she felt at home again. She was with a friend, and for a moment, that was all that mattered.

But then Bekka and Raven left the changing room, and Raven had to worry about Larry.

"Hey, you took an unauthorized break. I can't allow that. That is, unless you give me reason to…" Larry's hand drifted to Raven's back.

"No. I took a short, less than five-minute coffee break to check on the situation across the street. Or did you not realize that there was a bank robbery, and that we were in danger?"

"Oh? You saved my life. My heroine…" Raven didn't notice Larry's hand until it was already on her butt, twisting around her waist so he could pull her to him.

Raven spun out of Larry's grip, shouting. A sphere of black energy picked Larry up, trapping him inside. Raven grabbed a paper from her bag and filled out a makeshift police form and tacked it to the sphere along with a sticky note.

"So, Bekka, who's paying for takeout?"


"Good evening, this is Starfire."

"Hello, Ms. Starfire. It's the Mayor. Can I speak to Robin?"

Starfire was confused, but nonetheless, she put the phone down and knocked on Robin's door. He had retired again, trying to regain the sleep he had failed to get. Again. He had wasted the last of his energy diffusing the bomb, which had turned out to be a few rocket engines duct taped together. Very low-tech, but effective.

"Robin? The Mayor of the City is waiting on the telephone. He requested to speak with you."

"Tell 'im I'm dead."

"Are you?"

"I might as well be." Robin got out of his bed, pulled on a uniform, and opened his room door. "Tell him I'll be there in a minute."

Moments later, Robin grabbed the telephone from Starfire. "Yes?"

"Well, it may seem kind of normal, but I need you to check out a sexual harassment complaint."

"Okay. I'll admit that it is a tad mundane. Isn't that what the police are for? We just do the special cases."

"Trust me. This is special. More special than you know. Just check it out. The offender is at Mama Mozzarella's Pie Place. You know it?" The Mayor heard no response. "Robin, are you there?" But Robin had hung up, and by now was putting the keys into the R-Cycle.


Robin knocked on the energy holding the man inside. "Sir? I want you to calm down, stop yelling, and think. I can't get you out just yet, but if you calm down, I might be able to figure a way out for you." Even though Robin was being as soothing as he could, at the thought of being in the black bubble forever made the man thrash harder, banging his fists on the energy, shouting as loud as he could, and, occasionally, crying.

Robin sighed and sat down. It would be hard for him to make Raven's magic go away, but he could do it. If the man would just calm down. Robin picked up the papers that had been tacked to the bubble. One was just a sticky note that said, Everything's here. I just didn't want him to get away before he got a trial. The other was a police report written in Raven's thin hand. It explained what had happened, and had her signature on it, which was about as effective as the signature of a regular police officer.

About an hour later, the man inside the bubble, Larry, according to the report, stopped throwing a tantrum. Robin looked at Larry, and laughed slightly when he saw Larry asleep.

Robin stood up. Time to try what shouldn't be possible. He closed his eyes and withdrew to his mind. He passed by the thoughts that told him this wouldn't work. He passed by everything until he came to the part of his mind that wasn't his. It felt like sleep, the glow of a candle, a stormy sky, a mask, power, and night. He tugged that part of his mind, making it more than just a fleeting memory. It became a line of thought, then a feeling, then a source of power. He tried to poke the power at the bubble, but the power didn't move. Robin stole a look at the bubble. It was still there. Robin gritted his teeth and pushed the power to the bubble. It moved grudgingly. Robin peeked again. The bubble was twice as thick, and was getting larger. Robin scowled (while gritting his teeth) and barked out, "Azerath, Metrion, Zynthos," while nudging the power. This time, it moved happily, grabbing the bubble and drawing it back to Robin's head.

Robin opened his eyes fully to see Larry hovering for a moment, then fall hard on his back. Larry cursed loudly when he hit the ground.

"You're welcome. Now, if you would be so kind, come with me to the station." Robin picked Larry up by the arms and hauled him to his feet. As soon as Larry could stand, Robin started walking out of the door and to the police station.


Raven was pouring over her books, distraught. Somehow, she had just used her magic to dispel the bubble around Larry. But she wasn't even in the proper meditative trance. Part of her knew the answer, but it was keeping quiet, raging at someone who Raven wasn't near. She tried to find that part of her, but it was on the move.

Then it hit the rest of Raven. Robin had just figured out how to use her powers. This was a problem. A big one. That meant that when he went through extreme emotions, he could accidentally unleash her powers, around them both. It also meant that there was a visible connection between them. That meant that the Church of Blood could use him against her. They could kill him, or hurt him, or do a thousand other things to him, and it would be all her fault.

Raven stopped looking for the reason why her powers had been used, and started looking for a way to stop it. She couldn't be responsible. Screw how guilty she would feel. It would hurt Robin. And that wasn't allowed to happen.


When Robin came home, he found that he wasn't tired anymore. He must have gotten enough sleep from that afternoon nap. Robin walked into the kitchen and rooted around in the refrigerator. He was slightly hungry, after all that had happened that day. So he microwaved some Thai leftovers and sat down on the couch next to Starfire, his food in his lap.

"What's on?"

"Many things. The last half hour of a detergent play is currently playing, along with a wonderful documentary on fungi, the new information, a life show, and a few carriage toons." Translation: soaps, naptime, news, reality TV, and some cartoons.

"Yippee. Put on the news." Robin tried to be interested in the stories, but most were less exciting than steamed asparagus. But one made him nearly jump up. It had to come up at some point, but Robin was expecting it a bit later.

"It seems that Raven, of the Teen Titans, is no longer living with our beloved superheroes," some blonde lady was saying. "At today's bank robbery, Raven was seen coming to the scene fifteen minutes after the Titans arrived. Not only that, but she was wearing a waitress' uniform. Does this mean that the Titans are breaking up? We'll be investigating that this week. Hopefully, on Friday we will have an exclusive interview with one of the Titans. But on to other news…"

Robin sighed. He still had time to make this out to be something completely normal. Right. Normal doesn't even have a meaning in the Titan's Tower.


Prop Time!

Khmergurl13: Thanks! It's so nice to know I have lackeys:) I hope this one stood up to par!

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Later all! I have much to do, most of it in the contest (uh oh, shameless plug time…) Semine and I are having! She and I have a joint account, and so we decided to write ten stories and put each other in them. We count up the reviews, and whoever has more wins! The prize? A pizza. We think. But suggestions are definitely welcome.

On another note, if you have any requests, like to find out what someone else looks like, or to put in lemurs, I have open ears (ewwww….). I shall try to oblige, short of actually telling the giant plot twist to you this early. Not that there is a giant plot twist….phwew That was close.

Taa!