My friend

3:34 A.M. I opened another Coke and took two large gulps. I was in my room, which I cleaned up nicely, but there was still some damage. Anyway, I didn't worry about that. I owed the titans, more than anything, some cash for the repairs. Listening closely I could hear the faint sound of a fly buzzing. It was probably quite a few floors apart from me, but I wasn't all that interested. I flipped on my television. Unfortunately I also forgot that the volume was on very loud so when the sound came on I was greeted by a loud BOOM and a screaming advertisement. I fumbled with the controller and frantically hit the power button again. I slumped back and sighed. Now I had probably woken everyone up and the though made me guilty. The door opened.

"I'm sorry about the noise," I said without looking back, "I forgot about the volume." I turned around to find Starfire standing in my doorway.

"Factually Biohazard, the noise did not wake me up," she said, "I was curious when I heard that you were still awake. Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"No, I don't sleep at all," I said. She tilted her head curiously.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I don't require it. I am built to run on 4 special power cells. I have to replace them every 112 years," I explained.

"I can not sleep at the moment. Would you..." she paused, "Spend some time with me?"

"I don't see why not," I said. I stood, finished my Coke, and walked to her side. We started towards the main room.

"Biohazard," she said, "Come with me," she said. She led me away and up a flight of stairs to the roof. She sat me down and sat down next to me.

"Why did you bring me up here?" I asked.

"Whenever I feel unhappy about anything, I always sit up here and look at the stars," she said, "You seem sorrowful, so I thought it may help you as it helps me." I looked up at them and I knew what she meant. I smiled.

"Thanks Starfire," I said. I got up and started back down the stairs. Starfire followed. I walked through the lobby, the hall, and back into my room. Starfire kept following. "Ok, uh, I have a little work to do," I said, "Maybe you should get some rest."

"I would like to assist you," she said energetically.

"You're sure?" I said, "its hard work, and plus you need sleep."

"I am not tired," she said, "and you will be finished faster with assistance."

"Alright, if you're up to it," I said, "But if you get to tired, just leave. I'll understand." She nodded.

Even a few hours later, she showed no signs of fatigue. She was stronger than I had first expected. I pulled open another crate and lifted a large sonar device from it.

"Starfire," I said, "There's a black case in there. Get it and don't open it." She nodded and reached in. She pulled it out. I put the sonar down and took the case from her. Then I opened it. Inside was a large bar with 2 prongs sticking out of the tip. I pulled it out and pressed the black button. The end shot out and the bar became longer.

"What is this?" she asked. I touched the crate and there was a loud buzz and a bright flash.

"It's a cattle prod," I said. I pressed the black button again and the bar contracted again. I opened another case and found my guitar. I own a Gibson SG with a 150 watt Fender amp. I lifted both out of the case.

"I did not know you play an instrument," she said.

"Would you like to hear something?" I asked. She nodded vigorously. I took a pick from my pocket and started playing the basic lick from "Iron Man". I played through each part including the solos. Starfire clapped.

"That was wonderful," she said, clapping vigorously. Almost immediately I felt the guilt that I may have woken someone up. I put the guitar down and switched off the amp.

"Thanks," I said with a hint of blankness. I took another case and opened it. It was full of the best movies I knew. Starfire peered inside.

"What is this one?" she asked, pointing to one with a pale white girl on it.

"Night of the Living Dead," I said, "It's a really good movie. You and I should watch it some time." I reached in the box once more and discovered a storage cube. I usually don't put storage cubes in crates unless what I put inside is big and heavy. It just helps so I'm not surprised and I know to put the cube on its side when I release it. "Ok, there's something big inside of this cube, so stand back a little." I said. Starfire took a few steps back. I placed the cube on it's side and pressed the ice-blue button. The cube shook and a large arcade console slide gently out. "SCORE!" I said, pumping my fist.

"Star Wars Trilogy Arcade?" Starfire read inquisitively.

"It's the best arcade game ever," I said, "50 inch backlit screen, amplified stereo with Subwoofer, which means it's on 3 channel wiring, ambidextrous joystick and all buttons are backlit." I suddenly felt myself slightly embarrassed as Starfire probably didn't know what the hell I just said. To my surprise, however, she understood every word.

"What a very complex and high powered piece of machinery! I cannot wait to see it fully functional!" She said excitedly. I was relieved.

"To top it all off I got the sitdown version," I said, "But nevermind that. I'll handle this one by myself." I picked it up and, using every bit of body strength, I walked over to the wall and set it down. "I'd turn it on, but the sound blasts with incredible power. Couldn't turn it on without waking everyone." I explained.

"That is ok," Starfire said. I checked my watch. It was 5:32 A.M. Starfire had literally not gotten any sleep that night.

"Ok, that wraps it up," I said. "All the crates I brought."

"You checked your watch," Starfire said, "What time is it?"

"Five thirty," I said.

"Robin is usually up around this time," she said, "I do not understand why. He does not have to."

"He's a diligent leader," I said, "But he works too hard. I can tell. If I were to estimate his lifespan based on physical health, mental health, diet, and immune system efficiency, he should live to be about 67."

"Can you read all of those details by looking at a being?" she asked.

"Yes." I said. I took the storage cube and stored the wooden crates inside it. I tossed it to the side and sat down at the arcade console. I swept both hands over the edges and then sat back. Starfire yawned. "Alright, go and get some sleep. Thanks for helping me out with all this stuff. I'll take you out somewhere tomorrow, ok?" She nodded sleepily and walked back out the door. I slumped back into my chair and thought about that long night. It brought a smile to my face.