Shocked silence settled over the room. Lex couldn't help but notice how young the wide eyes made them look and a pang of guilt ran through his heart. It was like sending children to their death.

"You've got to be kidding." Robin finally managed, his back straight in confusion. "We have to protect the city. It's our job. Without us, this city is vulnerable to anything. God knows the police force doesn't help this place anymore. We can't just quit because you think it's best. What happens if Slade or The Hive attacks, even Johnny Rancid could attack. We can't quit."

Ortega pursed his lips. "We thought about that."

"Well, obviously you didn't," Cyborg said with a snort. "Else you would have never said such a stupid thing."

Twain leaned back against the chair he was sitting in. "You're dropping your rank as the Teen Titans, but there will be heroes here. We discussed it with Aqualad, Bumblebee, and that whole group. They're more than willing to help. And, so no one is suspicious why the mighty titans are replaced with five unknown super heroes, we've got friends in the newspaper business. The world thinks that the titans are on vacation, and are being temporarily replaced by five other heroes around the world. A little white lie, but no harm done."

"But the crime ratings will sky rocket!" Cyborg yelled.

"Yes, that's why police forces will be staked out all over the city."

"Oh, so now you decide to help," Beast Boy muttered, slouching down farther. His knees bumped Raven's but he ignored the jolt of chemistry that sent lightning burning in his veins.

Waylin glanced down. "We have enrolled you in Jump City Private School and you'll be staying—"

"What the hell? First, you come in here with this huge plan that could kill any of us, then you tell as that we can't be the titans anymore, and now you're enrolling us in a private school?" Robin clenched his fist together.

"How about you shut up and let us finish what we need to say, hmm?" Twain stood in front of them with his arms crossed.

"Yeah, we've enrolled you in a school and we have arranged places for you to stay for the time being. We even have cars rented for you, thanks to the mayor. We discussed it with the mayor and he thinks it best. He is pretty sure this guy has his stepdaughter, so he's willing to shell out the money. If you'd think about it, it'd be for the best. I've already said that if this man took the bait and followed them, he'd be brought here and everything would be ruined. But, if you had normal teen lives', like attending a private school, then it would throw suspicion off. We've already planned schedules around your attitudes and that mayor has already rented apartments for you, big, expensive ones. Separately. You will be on opposite side of the town."

"I can't even believe this. It doesn't make sense." Beast Boy whimpered and rubbed his throbbing head.

"Information too much for your puny brain?" His eyes snapped to Raven's in a glare. "Why don't you shove it up your as—"

"We have also decided that it would be better if someone lived in the same area. Logan, you're room is right next to Raven, am I correct? And Grayson, you're next door to…" Twain trailed off, remembering that he had never asked either girls names. I guess I should know the girls names since I'm practically sending them to the deathbeds, Twain thought with an inward sneer.

"Starfire." She offered, tucking her hands between her knees.

"Yes. We have already prepared the rooms. If something were to go wrong, then," he turned his black gaze to Robin and Beast Boy, "you could be there in nothing flat."

Robin let out an aggravated sigh. "How can you just throw this on us so quickly? How did you even work all this out in a matter of two days?"

Waylin and Ortega exchanged look while Twain kept his gaze on the teens. He turned those bright black eyes to his partners, waiting for them to tell. He was already on the teens' bad list. Why make it worse when you had two other people in the room to do your dirty work?

Waylin sighed, rubbing his hands over his eyes. "We talked this over months ago. When this guy first struck. We couldn't find one trace of this lunitic. Not even the top investigators have found a single lead. This guy knows what he is doing. But we dug up some tapes when we read the article about you defeating the Hive academy for the hundredth time, and decided that we needed you. We started planning everything…hoping, no, praying, that you would help. And since you are, well, we had to tell you our plans. To make a long story short, you'll be living the life of ordinary teens."

"Yeah, but—" Twain cut Beast Boy off with a glare.

"We will leave our plans for that day in the mail box. You'll walk out at night until around twelve o'clock, and then go back if you are unsuccessful. You—"

"Yes, but we have school, remember? You expect us to go to school from eight o'clock in the morning and get out at three thirty, spend about two hours on book reports, and then hit the road hoping a psychotic man picks up and tried to rape us?"

"You'll just have to get used to it."

"Uh, I have a question…" Twain glanced at Beast Boy with narrowed eyes. "Uh, I'm supposed to be involved in this, like attending school and such, right?"

Ortega nodded. "Yes."

"Uh, then how the hell am I supposed to go to a private school green?"

Twain blinked, now noticing how green he actually was. "Uh…umm…"

"Actually, they have a thing where you can dye one's skin…" All eyes turned to Darcy, who hunched her shoulders and blushed.

"Really?" Beast Boy grunted. "And why did I not know this?"

"Green makes you what you are, yadda, yadda." Raven said in a bored tone, earning a sharp glance from Beast Boy.

"And where do I fit in to all this?" Cyborg asked.

"We…don't know…we never thought about that," Waylin admitted sheepishly.

Cyborg stood up and stormed to the door. "Why does everyone leave me out? I'm always the one that ends up alone, or the one everyone forgets to add into the cool adventures. Hell, there are two girls in this stupid tower and the other two guys are already on the prowl. Why must I be alone?" Cyborg kept on mumbling things like that all the way to the hallway, while the rest of the teen burned with embarrassment.

"Hmm," Twain mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, you start school on Monday, and after we spruce you up a bit, you'll transfer all your belongings to the apartments today. Darcy?"

She stepped forward, her hands clasped before her. "Yes sir?"

"I suggest you get started. Try the green boy first."

Suddenly, her innocent air disappeared, replaced with mischief. "It would be my pleasure."

Beast Boy's eyes widened. "Oh, no. No way. I am not doing this." He almost jumped up but Twain and Raven, of all people, grabbed him under the arm and dragged him to his bedroom. Raven froze outside his door way and one side of Beast Boy kept moving while the other stayed at rest. "Hey, dudes! Watch it! I'm not elastic!"

"We cannot let her work on a wreck like that. How about…"

"Raven's room." Beast Boy offered.

She opened her mouth to disagree, but Twain said, "Good, fine. Lets just hurry. We don't have all day and we need to make sure that nobody will recognize you all. Now, do you where your hair up or down when seen out in public?"

"Usually up, why?"

"Juts needed to know to tell Darcy. How about the other one?"

"Her hair is always down."

"Good."

"Why?"

"Just making conversation."

She threw him a glance, then looked down at Beast Boy, who was staring at her with sneer. He was limp in their arms, his butt off the ground and his feet dragging. "How can they change me from green to a human color? I have never even heard of such a thing…is it possible? Will I have to go through surgery? Will it be temporary? Maybe it will be forever. But I won't be green. I will be different…will ya'll still like me of I'm not green? What color will I be? Tan? Brown? White? Will they change my hair color? Maybe it'll be red. No. Black. Maybe even brown. Blonde? Ewwh, hopefully not."

Twain rolled his eyes and glanced at Raven. "Does he talk like this all the time?"

Raven sighed. "Yes. He does."

"I wonder what all you'll have to change. Are they gonna cut your hair?"

"No," Twain sighed, letting Raven lead the way to her room. He just now noticed that Darcy and Marty followed them, grinning. "All the victims had long hair. If she does cut it, it'll just be a trim."

"I was thinking that we should perm her hair and color it black." Darcy said, smiling politely when Raven cut a glance at her. "Perm?"

"Yes. I don't know what I'll do to the other ones hair…or eyes, for that matter. Her entire eye is green. Not human, at all. And you can't fix that. Anyways, I changed my mind. I'll perm the other ones hair and leave the color alone, but I'll dye yours. Same with, ah, Beast Boy. Robin, well, all he had to do is take off that mask and he's fine. But Beast Boy'll take the longest, so, yeah." Darcy studied them both, her mind already figuring out what she was going to do.

"All my things are in my car." Darcy mumbled, wondering what she was going to do with Beast Boy's hair. Maybe a wind-blown, preppy look…

"I'll get it." Twain said. Raven stopped in front of a door marked Raven. Twain said dully. "Well, I figure this is your room."

"Why can't we do this in Starfire's room?" Raven asked monotone, but her voice held a hint of aggravation.

"Because…I like your room better. Its dark interior matches my mood." Beast Boy glanced up at her with a grin. "And it pisses you off."

Darcy leaned close to Marty and whispered, "They are so cute together."

Marty smothered a chuckle. "They do say opposites attract, you know. And they are defiantly opposites. But I have to agree. They are adorable."

"I have animal hearing, you know. I can hear what your saying and you are completely off. Raven is not even my polar opposite. She's…not even in the category." His shoulder his the floor hard. "Ouch!" He jerked his other arms from Twain's grasp and rubbed his shoulder where Raven had so rudely dropped him.

"Enjoy." Raven said, walking off. After getting an eyeful of her backside, he sneered at her. "Bitch."

"Portentous ass." He recoiled, as if struck, then regained his dignity and walked into her room. Darcy followed, trying not to laugh. This was going to be more fun then she could have imagined.

X x X

"I'm…tan…with brown hair…I look…human…" Beast Boy studied himself in the mirror, unable to believe it. He looked normal. He wasn't green anymore. His skin was a light tan and his hair was a dark, chocolate brown. "So, is this stuff temporary?"

"Umm, no. I bleached your skin. Your stuck with that color for a while."

Beast Boy shook his head in wonder. He plucked at a piece of dark brown hair and inspected it. "I can't believe it. This…shouldn't even be humanly possible. It's not possible. This is just… warped."

"Yep. But why question it? You look human. You're not green. Your tan."

"But I'm not green. It's like I'm not…me. My team thinks of me as the green teen, but now I don't even have green hair…whoa…so…all of me is tan. Everything?"

She grinned. "Yep."

"Dude, I don't even want to think about that." He gave on last look in the mirror. "Are you sure this isn't some sort of hologram or something?"

"No. This is you. Beast Boy."

He bit his lip. What will Raven think?

X x X

When Beast Boy walked in, Raven's couldn't hold back the astonishment. He looked so different…human, actually. Hell, who could have thought that Beast Boy would turn out to be a, in girl terms, a gorgeous hunk? Was it true? Was she actually salivating over Beast Boy? What was the world coming to if Raven, an emotionless demon, was drooling over someone like Beast Boy?

"You are no longer green." Starfire said, confused. "How did she manage that? I am still unfamiliar with Earth terms, but this seems…impossible."

"I said the same thing too. I shouldn't be possible, but, hey, I'm not green anymore, so I'm not complaining. Your turn, Star."

She chewed on the inside of her lip, glancing at Robin, as if seeking comfort. She did not want to do this. If they could alter Beast Boy's look in under four hours, then what would they do to her?

Robin laid a hand on hers. "Don't worry. It wont take too long." Truth be told, Robin was dying to know what Darcy was going to do.

She nodded and followed Darcy. Darcy stopped with a smile. "Robin, you are free to come. She does not seem to comfortable with the idea, so you can come to…comfort her." Robin jumped up quickly and followed them. Raven rolled her eyes, burying her nose in her book and trying to push out the hormonal thought that stampeded through her head…about Beast Boy, nonetheless.

Cyborg walked around Beast Boy, astonished. "Dude! I can't call you grass stain anymore! This sucks! And, you are so not green. Can people actually do that? Is that possible? Is this just a hologram?" Cyborg poked his arm rapidity. Beast Boy slapped his hand.

"I don't want to think about it. I was in there for hours and dosed off, and the next thing I knew, I wasn't green. She says it's not temporary." Beast Boy sat next to Raven and the couch bounced.

"I don't feel right. I mean for as long as I can remember, I was green. Now…I'm not."

"Hey, at least now you can chase even more girls. The ones who didn't want you when you were green."

"Your right. Now, maybe, I can have any girl I want."

"Good luck with that," Raven muttered, her eyes scanning the words, but not taking them in. She had no idea was this feeling was, but she had an idea: jealousy.

"Bite me."

"No thank you."

"It wasn't an offer." Beast Boy glowered to hide his discomfort. He folded his arms across his chest to keep from staring at his tan hands. I don't feel right. I mean I'm not me anymore. Yeah, I'm still Beast Boy, but being green was…me, who I am. I mean was. I don't feel special anymore, like I'm unique. I wanted to be different, unlike like everyone else. Now, I am like everyone else. I still don't see how it is even possible. It shouldn't be. Maybe I'm dreaming and this is just a nightmare.

Raven looked over at Beast Boy and noticed he was in another world. She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, taking pleasure in his jump.

"What was that for?"

"Nothing." She took the time to study his from head to foot, taking in every change. Not only was his skin tan, but his hair was different also. A dark chocolate, it was cut so that it spiked up. A stubborn strand fell into his forest green eyes and he jerked his head to move it. He glanced quickly at her and then did a double take, noticing she was studying him.

"Find anything you like?" He pushed back the urge to slouch farther down and blush. She hadn't paid this much attention to him…ever. All he ever got from her was a quick glance here and a witty remark there. Now, she was studying him like a portrait.

She met his gaze and held it. "Not really. It is just hard to believe you are no longer…green."

"I know." He arched his back and stood up. "I am so sick of sitting. I'm going to go for a walk. Wanna join me, Rae? It won't be long before you're sitting in a chair letting that woman slap goo on your hair. It might help to walk around before your poked and prodded by a stupid comb. You'd think that she would be a little more gentle with a brush, considering her career."

Raven shrugged and laid the book down gently. "I'll get my coat." After sliding on a black hoody over her long sleeved Slip Knot shirt, she walked to the hallway to make her way to the front entrance. Beast Boy had already made it to the beach, but she could not find him. After walking around, she spotted him sitting on a cluster of rocks.

With a sigh, she slid her hands into the front pockets of her sweater and walked over to him.

"I feel weird." He mumbled his hands tucked in his jacket pockets.

She sat down next to him, but with enough room between them to sit an elephant.

"Because your not green?"

"Yeah. Everyone had always known me as 'grass stain' or 'green boy' or something along those lines. But now I'm not green. Will that change everything? Will it all stay the same?" He sighed, his breath puffing around him. "I liked who I was, even if I was green. I wish this stuff was just temporary, but it's not. I'm stuck like this. Forever."

"Just because you're a different color doesn't mean you're a different person. You're still Beast Boy, inside and out. Nothing has changed except your outward appearance."

The sun beat down on them, tossing shard of light off the sea and into their eyes. Raven squinted against the beams of light and brought her knees up to her chest, tucking them under her sweater.

"I always come to you to vent my problems, have you noticed?"

Raven watched him from the corner of her eye. "Yes. I have."

"I don't know why either. I guess it's because Cyborg would make a joke out of it. Robin would probably be too busy and Star wouldn't understand. But, then again, you don't care."

"That's not true."

"You know it is. You can't feel, remember? You shouldn't care. Especially when these are my problems were dealing with."

"Hmm."

"Do you plan on being alone the rest of your life?" He asked casually, stretching, and then laying back against the cold rocks.

"What kind of question is that?" She asked with a glare.

"I was just wondering." He paused. "Well, do you?"

"That is none of your business, Beast Boy."

"I didn't mean it as an insult or anything. I just don't understand why anyone would want to be alone."

"I don't," she mumbled to herself but Beast Boy caught it.

"Obviously you do. Because all you do is push people away. You must want to be alone."

"Mind your own business, Beast Boy," Raven snarled, her look lethal.

"It is my business when I'm the one you're pushing away."

Her startled glaze collided with his. Then narrowed. "What does that mean?"

"Whatever you want it to mean. You won't know my reason, so make up your own. That way, we're both happy."

He grinned, raising his head and pulling up his hood over his head. "I'm gonna take a quick nap since I was so rudely awoken this morning."

"That's a sign for me to high tail it, right?"

"Wow, you're good."

"Shut up, Beast Boy." She stood up, dusting herself off. With a sneer down at him, she headed back toward the tower.

"Oh, and Rae?"

"What?"

"I loved my wake up call."

Raven blushed all the way back to the tower.

X x X

"It is…different," Starfire said, tugging on a curl. It bounced back like a spring around her shoulder. Robin watched it, transfixed.

"I made sure the curls are lose." Darcy said, fluffing her hair and arranged it around her shoulders, proud of her work. "I know the smell is horrible, but you'll get used to it. You can wash your hair in twenty-four hours, but not before. Okay? And I'll come by everyday at seven to do your makeup and hair and I'll be back around six to spruce you up a bit. We don't want to go overboard with the makeup, so lip-gloss and eyeliner will do. Since you have an orange tint to your skin, well just apply a tan lotion in the morning. It has no smell and last all day. It, surprisingly, will not make your skin orange…well, more so than you already are. But you have perfect skin, so you have nothing to worry about. The eyebrows are just…well, there's nothing I can do about that. And your eyes are completely green, so I can't change that either. We can stick glasses on you and maybe that'll help a little. If anyone asks, say you have a…disease or something, or maybe it's just the glasses, 'kay? Umm…let's see…is there anything else?" She figured everything up in her head, counting off on her fingers. "Ah-ha! Nails! How can I forget? I have to do nails!"

She snatched Starfire's hand and oohed and awhed over it. Star threw Robin a 'help me' glance. He smiled at her, sitting crossed-legged on the floor. He braced his arms behind him and leaned back. She did look different, more so than he thought possible. And he had the wildest urge to tug on a curl and watch it spring back. Star had looked really, really good with just straight, long hair, but with long, curly hair, she would be beating men off with a stick…while, he, on the other hand, would beat then to their graves. He would not let anyone have her, touch her, look at her, get too close to her. Jeez, I sound like a jealous boyfriend. Hell, you would think I had a thing for her. He groaned inwardly. Okay, so maybe I do. But that doesn't mean anything. I'm just really attracted to her physically, not emotionally. Sure, she sweet and really easy to talk to, and the innocence is a real relief, but other than that, all I'm interested in is the chemistry between us…physical chemistry, that is. Nothing gooey and gushy and life altering.

"I have to say I really hate you."

"What have I done to cause your dislike of me?" Starfire asked, confused.

Darcy laughed. "Oh, no, honey. It's just a saying. It means I'm jealous of you."

"Why?"

"You just seem…perfect."

Starfire glanced down at her hand, which Darcy was still studying. "I am far from perfect."

"Yeah. Perfection is boring."

Starfire raised an eyebrow. "So, in terms, you are calling me boring?"

Darcy paused, then threw back her head and laughed. "You're a smart one. But no, I'm not calling you boring. You're far from it. Instead of being annoyed by your innocent questions, I find them highly—"

"Endearing?" Robin offered, causing both women to turn and stare at him. A lose curl fell over Star's shoulder and he watched its descent.

"Exactly." Darcy dug through her huge, bright green bag and pulled out the things she would need for the nails.

"Since your nails are already long, I'll just slap some strengthener on and do a quick French manicure. The only problem with your nails is that they're chipped and uneven, so I'll fix that. And then, after that, Marty'll take over and get your measurements."

"I think white would suit her best. It's an innocent color and it bound to get attention. White and purple…" Marty said, pulling out a pen and writing on a blue tablet. "Since you have uniforms that you wear everyday except for Fridays, you wont need much to wear. I'll come by at seven and five to pick out your wardrobe, but again, since you have uniforms, I'll only be by at seven on Fridays. You won't be wearing your uniforms at school and won't be walking around in them…"

Starfire wrinkled her nose at the smell of the nail polish, and want to gag. The 'perm' left the worse smell in the room, and luckily, for Raven's sake, they had done the work in Star's room.

Darcy glanced up with a quick smile. "I know. It reeks. But you'll get used to it."

"What size shoe do you wear, hon?" Marty asked, tapping his pen in the tablet.

"A size ten, I think."

"Okay."

"All set. Let your nails dry, then head over to Marty. Robin, since you're already in here, sit down where Star was."

His eyes narrowed. "What do you plan on doing?"

"We have to make sure no one will know who you are, so we just have to do a little altering."

Hesitantly, he stood up, aware that Star was watching him. She gave him an encouraging smile.

Darcy pushed his shoulder down when he refused to sit. "We'll have to take off the mask. Is it glued, or tied, or what?" Darcy held a pair of scissors in her hand and he grimaced. "I'll do it."

He reached for the mask but froze. "Does everyone have to watch me?"

The mumbled an apology and turned their back to him, giving him privacy. Truth be told, he didn't remember his eye color. Yeah, he would trade out every day or two, but he never looked in a mirror when he did it, only when he was finished.

He peeled the mask off. When the air touched the skin where the mask had been, he grimaced, hating the feeling. It felt…weird, knowing that he no longer had a mask on. He rubbed his eyes, hoping there were no marks, and opened his eyes, just to see people gawking at him. "What?"

No one answered him; they just kept gawking, and he immediately thought something was embarrassingly wrong. "Give me a mirror." Like in a trance, Darcy handed him the mirror.

He examined his face in every angle, but could find nothing wrong. The mask had left faint lines, but other than that, everything seemed to be normal. "What is everyone staring at?"

"Your eyes."

He raised an eyebrow. "They're just eyes."

"I've never seen a color like that." Marty said and leaned in closer to examine his eyes. "They don't even look human."

"They look like…oh, what's that anime cartoon that comes on Adult Swim? Oh, yeah, right. You have eyes like that Inuyasha character. Expect yours are somehow…lighter. I've seen dark gold eyes, but not like this. Yours are almost…white gold. Now why would you want to hide eyes like this?" Darcy asked, putting her hands on her plump hips.

"Uh…" What was their problem? They were just eyes, nothing more. Darcy shook her head and grabbed a pink cloth. Dipping it in a cream, she handed it to Star. "Do me a favor and rub this on those lines. I need to find that stupid balm."

Starfire took it, blushing, and gently outlined a line with the cloth. He jumped as the cold cream touched him, then settled. Her touch was surprisingly gentle and calming. A curl fell over her shoulder and he couldn't help it. He tugged on it and watched it bounce. Like a child with a new play toy, he grabbed the curl again and pulled on it until it was straight, then let it bounced back.

He glanced up at Star, and, with a blush, cleared his throat and folded his hands in front of him.

She grinned, and then returned her eyes to her work. She could not get over the fact that she was seeing the color of Robin's eyes. She had always expected them to be brown or maybe even blue, but never gold. She had never seen a human with eyes like his. They were, in terms, absolutely beautiful. Framed by unbelievably long, dark eyelashes, they drew countless people.

"There." She pulled back top study her work, searching for any places she missed, and finding none, folded the cloth. She glanced down at Robin, only to find him staring at her. She then realized that she was standing between his legs and blushed, pulling back.

"Found it!" Darcy shouted, making both teens jump guiltily. "Now, all I have to figure out it how to do your hair."

"It's fine the way it is." Robin snarled. It had taken years to grow his hair this long and no one was going to touch it.

"Ooh, someone's touchy. Fine, it'll leave it like it is. Well, then, I guess you're through. Go fetch Raven for me, will you?" She asked Robin, herding Star over to Marty, who held a thin measuring tape in his hands.

"Sure," Robin said, rolling his eyes. With one last look at Star, he walked out the door.

X x X

"Dude, your mask! It's gone!" Cyborg yelled and leaned toward Robin to study his eyes. "Cool! I've never seen a color like that! Dude, that's awesome. Oh, and guess what?"

"What?" Robin asked, trying to sidestep Cyborg. "I get to help!"

"Really? How?"

"Well, remember that ring I made that allowed me to look human?"

"Yeah." Robin sat down in a chair, grabbing the newspaper beside him.

"Well, Twain asked if I still had it and I said yeah, that I made about three of them, and he said that he was enrolling me in school and that I could help stake out with the police. Incase someone robs a bank or something, their gonna allow me to help. I get a cool uniform and everything. So, I go to school with ya'll, and then go undercover as a policeman at night. I feel special."

"That's great. Where will you be staying at?"

"They're letting me stay with one of the policemen. His name is Billy Worthington and I'm bunking at his house. He lives with his two year old daughter, but that's all I have to worry about."

Ortega smiled, as if he held a big secret. "Billy'll really surprise you, Cyborg."

Cyborg shrugged and sat down next to Raven. "Where's none green boy?"

"Outside. Sleeping."

"Oh, they're ready for you, Rae." Robin said, flipping through the newspaper.

"Oh, what joy." Raven muttered and stood up and walked to the hallway. "They're in Star's room, but they'll herd you to the bathroom to do your hair."

"Great."

"Hey, Rob, you ready for me to kick your butt again at Madden Football?"

Robin glared, already grabbing a controller. "I will beat you this time, Cy."

"Yeah, when hell freezes over."

X x X

"Black it defiantly your color." Darcy said, fingering Raven's now black hair.

"Wow."

"I had to give you bangs to hide that jewel, but if anyone asks, say it's a tattoo."

"Whatever."

"I've pained your nails black."

"I haven't noticed." Raven said sardonically, examining her long, black nails.

"What bug crawled up your butt?" Darcy muttered, putting all of her supplies in her bag.

"Come here, and let me measure you." Marty said, waving her over.

Reluctantly, Raven levitated over to him and let the man circle her and measure her with that stupid tape measurer.

After everything was done, Marty practically ran to the main room to take the guys' measurements.

Twain walked into her room without knocking and dropped about twenty huge boxes down. "Start packing."

He walked out before Raven could glare at him, and, with a heavy sigh, she started to pack her books.

X x X

I know. Not the most eventful chapter, but I just wanted to say how they looked and stuff. About Beast Boy…I have no idea how she made him brown. It was just for the story line and…yeah. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time!