I stood there with Beast Boy and Cyborg looking at Terra, tapping my chin as I thought.

Terra was still blushing.

"S-Stop looking at me like that!"

"Hm?" I snapped out of it. "Oh...sorry. It's just...something's missing. I'm trying to figure it out."

"Dude, what could be missing? She's frickin' gorgeous."

"I didn't say she wasn't. It's just-AHA!" I snapped my fingers. "I figured out what's missing."

Everyone looked at me.

"Terra's a Titan, right? Always on the news and in the newspaper and all that. Don't you think someone at least will recognize her?"

"So what's the brilliant plan?" Cyborg asked.

"I personally can see Terra from a mile away. For one reason and one reason only: Her hair."

"My hair?"

"That's right darlin'. I suggest you dye it."

Terra thought about it.

"I guess that's a good idea."

Beast Boy nearly had stroke.

"No!" He shrieked.

We all looked at him.

"Dudes! Terra can't dye her hair! I forbid it!"

We blinked.

In a flash, Beast Boy stood besides her, clutching her golden blonde hair like a child with a blankie.

"What can't we?" I asked.

Beast Boy looked at me in shock.

"BLONDE!"

"Um..." We watched dazedly as he ran his green fingers through it.

I smirked.

"You don't just love Terra for her hair, now do ya, Beast Boy?"

"W-what? Of course not!" He paused. "But...but...but...BLONDE!"

We all shook out heads.

"Don't worry." Terra told us. "I'll calm him down enough so we can do it."

Cyborg and I exchanged glances and, despite how much we might have wanted to, we were polite enough not to ask how.

TTTTTTTTTT

Night had fallen and the headlight of motorcycle shot out a beam that thrust it away like lance. As I've said, I don't really like night in the city. But tonight, I find I'm enjoying it. If nothing else, it beat the glaring florescent lights of the mall. The darkness of the city was something you could get lost in. Sometimes, that was an appealing thought. Maybe that's why Noir always wanted to go out after the sun went down. Maybe not.

Noir's element is the night. It's like his home and it suits him perfectly. The darkness, the quiet, the mystery and intrigue. The night is where Noir belongs.

I like to think I belong under the noonday sun. When every thing is bright and vibrant and alive. The heat and the earth and wind. I think that's where I belong.

And yet, Noir and I work best together...at least, I think I do. We're total opposites, yet we've decided to get along just for the hell of it. He ignores the fact I'm a walking, talking cliché of epic proportions and I ignore the fact he can be as angsty as a twelve year old girl and we just go with the flow, whether it's just hanging out or kicking bad guy butt.

Or maybe I'm thinking to much.

Even more likely, maybe I just need a cigarette.

I rev the engine of my Harley and drive deeper into the night towards the ocean and Titans Tower.

TTTTTTTTTT

CLICK CLANK!

Robin stepped into the holding room inside the Jump City Police Department. He knew it better as an interrogation room. The only furniture was a cold white table and a few metal, straight-backed chairs. A surveillance camera was mounted in a corner and a one way mirror covered most of one wall. Around the table sat Miist, Polaar, Acyd and Fraust. Robin stood and put both of his gloved hands on the table.

"How are you doing tonight?"

Polaar and Fraust were silent.

"How do you think we're doing?" Acyd spit. She folded her arms across her chest.

"Speak for yourself, honey." Miist smirked. "I'm frickin' hunky dory."

"...I'm so glad." The slits of Robin's eye mask narrowed. "You understand how this works? I ask you questions and you answer them. Very simple."

"And boring." Miist yawned.

Robin ignored that.

"How did you find yourselves in Chang's employ?"

"How else?" Miist orated. "He saved us from Michael Jackson when he kidnapped us from Neverland Ranch. We were so grateful we had to help him out, ya know?"

"You're not funny."

"He knows." Acyd grumbled.

Still silent were Fraust and Polaar. Fraust looked down at her lap as if she didn't care what was going on. Polaar watched with calm, analyzing eyes.

"Where is Chang now?"

"If I were him," Miist theorized grandly. "I'd go to China. That way my name wouldn't sound so stupid. Heheheh!"

Robin ignored him.

"Acyd?" He asked.

The girl grunted.

"What did Chang want with Red-X?"

"A boyfriend?" Miist shrugged. "Heh...how are we supposed to know?"

"Are you saying you were just hired lackeys?"

"..." For once, Miist didn't have anything to say.

"Yeah, well, you can hum that story if you want, but I'm not buying it."

"Hehehe. Buy yourself a nest, instead."

"...Clever." Robin looked at them. "What can you tell me about Flaar?"

Miist looked at his accomplices and then back at Robin.

"We don't know who you're talking about, man."

Robin frowned.

"You understand that I'm the only one standing between you and wasting away in a cell?"

"...It doesn't matter." Fraust finally spoke. "We deserve our punishment."

Robin peered at her. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His face went flat and he turned and left suddenly, his yellow and black cape rustling behind him.