A/N: Standard Disclaimers Apply

Chapter Eight: Change of Plans

Robin tore off his gui and took a three and one half minute shower. He dried off and was in uniform two minutes later. The Teen Wonder walked past Beast Boy and started his preflight walk through. The T-Pod was fueling, and Robin saw that the small plane was in perfect condition.

"Dude," Gar said, "did you even wait for the water to heat up?"

"You coming or not?"

Beast Boy grinned widely and transformed into a small kitten. He hopped into the cockpit and purred loudly.

"Leaving before breakfast?"

Robin turned to see Alfred holding a tray of food with a very bemused expression on his face. Gar leapt out of the T-Pod, returned to his human form, and sat at the table. Alfred whipped up soy breakfast tacos loaded with peppers and onions for the vegetarian hero. Robin rolled his eyes and joined the others at the table. Alfred, as usual, took better care of his charges than was ever expected of him. Dick looked up, smiled and helped himself to a stack of pancakes.

"Man," Gar mumbled through a mouthful of food, "I thought you woke up early, Robbie."

"Motion detectors," Robin said nonchalantly. "Occasionally," he pointed around the dark cave, "he doesn't come back in the best of shape."

"And I recall stitching you up more than a few times as well, young man. Which reminds me…"

Gar shot Robin a "you are so busted" look.

"…your aircraft is going to stay here."

"What? You're grounding me?"

"That's not what I said," Alfred said kindly. "Your T-Pod is not built for two passengers, and I very much doubt that Mr. Logan could retain a small form for that long comfortably."

"Yeah, being a fly for that long made me almost cramp up."

"Therefore…"

Robin's eyes lit up. "You mean…?"

Alfred nodded. "She is prepped and ready for take off."

"Alfred, you rock!" Robin said brightly.

The elder man grinned, "Yes, I know."

"Um, dudes, what are you talking about?" Beast Boy asked after he finished a large glass of orange juice.

"That!" Robin said pointing down at the large, sleek, black aircraft on the catapult launcher below them.

"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude," Beast Boy said in amazement as he looked at the Batplane.

Robin pulled out his T-Communicator, "Red Star? Robin. We'll be landing in Markovia in three hours."

…..

Starfire stripped out of her clothes and put on her silver and purple uniform. She walked to the common room and sat as far from Robin's usual spot on the couch as she could. The alien girl was no longer aroused, but she was frustratingly unsatisfied. Starfire closed her large green eyes and curled up into a ball.

Thankfully, the Titans Alert sounded. Starfire sprang to her feet and pulled up the information. Cyborg and Jinx soon appeared from opposite ends of the common room. Jinx's hair was slicked down from her shower, and she hopped on one foot as she struggled with her boot.

"Friends! We have a situation," Starfire said, thankful for the distraction.

"Where?" Jinx asked as she finished getting her boots on.

"The Regional Gold Exchange!"

Cyborg nodded and glanced around. He activated his internal communicator. "Yo! Rae! Get a move on! It's show time!"

There was a long, difficult pause before Raven answered. "I'm not going," she barely whispered.

Jinx traded worried glances with the others.

"What was that? I didn't copy," Vic responded.

"I said 'I'm not going!'" Raven growled angrily. The witch took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, but there's something not right…"

"Do not fret," Starfire said. "I am certain that we three can handle whatever threat we may face. Be at peace."

Moments later Cyborg and Jinx were in the amazing T-Car, and Star was flying overhead. They heard the mustering of sirens, but were at the exchange long before Jump City's Finest.

"Move it!" the Titans heard from inside the building, the high pitched voice was unmistakable. "It's not going to take long for the crud-munchin' cops or those snot faced Titans to show!"

Gizmo was flying backward out of the building, watching Mammoth carry an awkward tray of gold ingots.

"We're already here, Gizmo," Cyborg announced as he transformed his fist into his sonic cannon.

"Eeep!" Gizmo's eyes went wide as he turned. He flew to his gargantuan friend and twitched his thumbs. A dark grin spread across the small boy's face.

"Well, well, well," a lightly accented woman's voice said from behind Mammoth. A harshly beautiful redhead stepped between Mammoth, who set the tray on the ground, and Gizmo. "If it isn't the bimbo, the tinman, and the traitor…"

Jinx's eyes went wide and she took a half step back. "Sh- Sh- Shimmer."

Shimmer folded her arms across her chest and a dangerous grin creased her lips. "Attack pattern: Epsilon."