Beast Boy checked the imaginary watch on his wrist. "He's late." he said. He leaned over to me. "So... what exactly did Ding Dong Daddy steal? Robin was really vague about everything."

"It doesn't matter." Robin said, keeping his eyes on the road we stood on. His arms were folded tightly and his foot tapped impatiently on the ground. "What's important is we get it back."

"Is that him?" Starfire said, pointing to the trail of smoke coming up the road. Robin's scowl deepened.

With my hands behind my back, I shifted my weight between my feet. I ignored the sweat forming on my brow from the hot, desert heat, and I fought against the smile that threatened to bubble onto my face. Today, I felt... excited. A little anxious, too, but mostly excited.

A red automobile came into view through the clouds of smoke it belched out. It drew closer, but we didn't budge. The driver, a pot-bellied man with black hair and beady eyes named Ding Dong Daddy, spotted us in the middle of the road. He slammed on his brakes, screeching to a halt.

"Whoa, now. What's the hold up?" Ding Dong Daddy said. He blasted his horn. "Out of the way, I'm cruisin' here!"

"You stole something, and you're going to hand it over now." Robin said, stepping a few paces in front of the rest of us.

"Chill out, Hidden Eyes. I ain't lookin' for no trouble. If you want what you need, you're gonna have to race me for it."

"Uh, excuse me, Mr. Ding Dong Daddy..." Beast Boy said, raising his hand. "What did you steal, anyways?"

"I see I got your attention." Ding Dong Daddy reached into the passenger seat and lifted a briefcase into the air. "Titanium alloy- tough as nails and light as air. Got a cryptic lock that's too mind-bogglin' for Ding Dong Daddy. Sounds borin', right? But if I just turn it around..."

Ding Dong Daddy twisted the briefcase around, displaying the yellow R stickered to the front. The others gasped.

"Robin, I think you left out a pretty crucial detail." Cyborg said.

"I told you the details weren't important." Robin said. "I'm giving you one last chance to give that back."

"I'll give it back... but not before we have a little fun." Ding Dong Daddy said. He revved his engines. "In order to reclaim your beloved possession, you need to beat me in a race."

"You're challenging the T-Car with that thing?!" Cyborg said. "You are so on!"

Ding Dong Daddy smiled. He tossed a rolled-up piece of paper. Robin snatched it out of the air and unrolled it, revealing a map.

"Then I'll see you cats at the finish line!" Ding Dong Daddy said. His automobile kicked up smoke as it swerved past us and down the road. I waved my hand in front of my face to clear the air.

Robin gritted his teeth, wadded up the map, and threw it over his shoulder. It hit Beast Boy's shoulder and fell into his hands. "Titans, we're winning this race no matter what!"

Raven and Starfire picked up their feet and flew down the road after Ding Dong Daddy. Cyborg pressed a button on his arm, and a few seconds later, the T-Car rolled up.

"I call shotgun!" Beast Boy said, climbing into the passenger seat.

As I started to open the backseat door, Robin planted a hand on it and closed it. I yanked my hand back.

"You're coming with me." he said.

"The last time you said that, I broke my leg." I said. Robin's angry pout didn't waver. I sighed and patted the back of the T-Car. Cyborg peeled out. Robin pulled out his communicator and pressed a button on the side. The R-Cycle rolled up to us. Robin climbed on, clipped on his helmet, and handed the spare to me. As soon as he heard the snap of the helmet strap, Robin revved the R-Cycle to life, rocketing us down the road.

The insane speeds coupled with the desert wind that suddenly picked up caused my braid to whip against my back. I looked up at the sky and saw Raven and Starfire flying above us. Up ahead, I saw a large laser emerge from the back of Ding Dong Daddy's car. A purple beam of energy escaped from it and hit the two girls. We raced past them as they crashed to the ground. I pulled out my communicator and flipped it on.

"Everything all right?" I said.

"Don't ask me that. You know exactly what's up." Raven hissed on the other end.

"At least let me pretend not to so I can console you."

"I'll contact Cyborg and have him pick you guys up." Robin called over his shoulder.

"No, don't worry about us. You focus on getting your briefcase back. We'll meet you at the finish line. Raven out." I hung up my communicator and tucked it away.

"Do you, uh... know what's inside the case?" Robin said.

I shook my head. "I don't. It's one of the mysteries this show left its viewers." I smiled. "But, you know, you could always end that mystery right now by telling me."

"No." Robin picked up speed. I rolled my eyes. At the end of the original series, Robin showed everyone what was inside the briefcase. I couldn't wait to find out for myself!

We slowly started to catch up with Ding Dong Daddy. He glanced out his shoulder with a grin and wagged Robin's briefcase in the air with his free hand. Robin's grip on the R-Cycle's handles tightened. My communicator buzzed. I flipped it on.

"Chrome Dome and Green Machine callin' Rubber Duck and Whiz Kid. Bare Bait just dusted our britches goin' full-throttle on the monster lane. Come on back." Beast Boy said.

"Whiz Kid?" I said.

"Give me that!" Cyborg cried. "Something's coming your way!"

On cue, another engine entered within earshot, catching up to us quickly. As I turned my head, a hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me aside. I gasped as I was pulled from the R-Cycle and onto the back of another motorcycle, this one painted all black- styled very similarly to its driver.

"Sorry, Robin, but it looks like I'm making off with the prize today." Red X said. He slammed his motorcycle into the R-Cycle. Robin spiraled off to the side of the road, allowing Red X to zoom ahead. I looked into the thick cloud of dust as Robin and the R-Cycle quickly disappeared.

"Attention, all bad guys," Gizmo's voice called through the radio on the dashboard, "there's a big race goin' on, and the prize is the secret possessions of none other than the Teen Titans' leader, Robin! Start your engines, you stinkin' crud-munchers!"

"Looks like we're one step ahead of that pipsqueak." Red X said.

"We? I have nothing to do with this." I said.

"You're the one riding with me."

"You kidnapped me!"

"As long as you're here, why not spill what's inside that briefcase?"

"I don't know. It's a secret from all of us."

"Well, when I win the race, I'll be sure to share the contents with you."

"Gee, I'm flattered." I said. "Why are you doing this, anyways? That briefcase means a lot to Robin."

"I'm not interested in the briefcase." Red X said, looking forward. "This just became a whole new game."

Behind me, I heard the vicious roar of another engine. I looked over my shoulder and saw the R-Cycle rocketing down the road. Behind him, there was a thick cloud of smoke that covered the horizon. It crept toward the R-Cycle. Robin glanced behind him, revved his engine, and picked up speed. He gradually got closer to us. He reached behind him and pulled out his bo-staff as he rode alongside us. Red X slammed on the brakes as Robin jabbed, and Robin rocketed ahead. Red X hurried behind Robin, rear-ending the R-Cycle. Robin swung his bo-staff. Red X ducked, and I gasped as the tip of the bo-staff nearly grazed the mask of my helmet.

"Careful. You don't want to damage the cargo." Red X said.

"You're being ridiculous right now. If you don't want the briefcase, why don't you help us win the race?" I said.

"Tangling in any side is not my thing. I'd rather do what I want."

I scowled and glared at the back of Red X's head. I reached out, grabbed the sides of his white skull mask, and yanked his head back.

"Hey-! What are you doing?!" he cried, trying to free himself with one hand while driving with the other. His motorcycle swerved on the road. Robin slowed so he rode alongside us. I reached my hand out to him, and he snagged it. I leapfrogged from Red X's motorcycle to Robin's. Robin swerved the R-Cycle and rammed it into the side of Red X's motorcycle. Red X spiraled and disappeared into the smoke cloud of villains slowly approaching.

"We got a party goin' on!" Ding Dong Daddy called over his shoulder. "Lemme cool down the situation."

The sides of Ding Dong Daddy's car spilled ice out, freezing the road.

"Uh... Robin?" I said, my voice rising higher with each syllable as I stared at the large stalagmites shooting out of the ice.

"Hold on tight." Robin said, driving straight towards a slanted icicle.

The R-Cycle soared through the air, above the slick and slippery road. I screamed and dug my fingers into Robin's shoulders as the R-Cycle plunged back to the ground, the tires screeching as Robin got his bearings again.

"Sorry about that." Robin said. "Are you okay?"

"If you ever do that again, I swear I'll pistol-whip you." I groaned, resting my forehead on his back. "I think I'm going to throw up."

"Not in the helmet, please. At least wait until after we win this race."

We launched forward, creeping up beside Ding Dong Daddy. He glanced over his shoulder, not noticing us in his blind spot.

"Looks like old Daddy-o's winnin' this race." he said with a smile.

"Guess again, Daddy-o." Robin said. He revved the engine, boosting us forward and in front of Ding Dong Daddy.

I saluted Ding Dong Daddy with a wink before pulling out my pistols. I transformed them into my bazooka, aimed, and fired at one of his tires. The tire exploded, and Ding Dong Daddy's car flipped. Ding Dong Daddy flew out of the car and tumbled to the ground, his pot belly jiggling. The R-Cycle cruised over the finish line, followed shortly by Ding Dong Daddy's rolling car. It finally stopped upright and fell apart, billowing smoke. Robin brought the R-Cycle to a stop. He climbed off and walked to the destroyed car. He reached into the passenger seat and retrieved his briefcase, which remained in perfect condition. I unclipped and remove my helmet, shaking out my hair. I climbed off the R-Cycle and rested the helmet at my hip.

I looked back down the road. The black smoke cloud of villains was gone; I guess Red X listened to me after all.

A loud horn blasted, and I saw a yellow bus with a large, red rocket attached to the top barrel through the finish line, destroying the banner hanging above. The bus rolled to a stop. The doors opened, and Raven and Starfire climbed out.

"Robin! You have retrieved your possessions!" Starfire cried.

"Yeah, congrats for getting your... whatever that is... back." Raven said.

"Aw, yeah, baby!" We looked and saw Cyborg cruising up, riding the back tires of the T-Car like a Segway with Beast Boy as a horse pulling him. "Told you nothing could beat the T-Car!"

Beast Boy transformed back into his human self and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

"So... now that you got... your thing back... how about telling us why it was so important?" Beast Boy panted.

"Yes, please tell us. What is inside this mysterious case of briefness?" Starfire said.

I did my best to contain my excitement. The moment of truth!

Robin gazed down at his briefcase. He smiled and looked back up at us.

"I... can't tell you. It's personal." Robin said. "I hope you can understand."

My jaw dropped. "What?!" I cried, attracting everyone's attention.

"What?"

"B-B-But in the original series, you showed everyone what was inside!"

Robin smiled and placed a hand on his hip. "Well, this isn't the original series anymore. It stopped being that when you came into the picture."

"Oh, come on! Please?"

"Yeah, dude, what about a tiny peek?" Beast Boy said, raising a tired hand in the air.

Robin shook his head. "Maybe one day you'll see what's inside... just not today. Until then, this is something I'll keep to myself."

I huffed a frustrated sigh and folded my arms.