The droid lurched forwards, swirling its synthetic limbs through the air at a dizzying pace; flooding the space with a horrific metal squeal. The man it targeted crouched low. Weight spread evenly over the balls of his feet, one hand beneath him in support; the other stretched forwards – shielding his face. He was impossibly still. Pupils contracted and dilated again in rapid succession, and the hair on his arms stood to attention. Despite his apparently defensive position, there was something very predatory about his gaze. Though concentrated, he appeared almost amused as he contemplated the next move, and as the death machine raced towards him – he smirked. This was an unfairly easy fight. However, he humoured it for a little. He nimbly swirled away from its brutish swings and evaded the crackles of electricity it spat out in protest - the metallic scent blood upon his tongue. The dance got faster. The machine's punches never once landed. He toyed with it. Cat and mouse. And then, he got bored.

He lunged. A lion's pounce. Muscle rippled under his peculiar green skin. It was over.

Hunter's grace immediately forgotten, Beastboy bounced lightly, evidently pleased with himself by his mega-watt grin, as he waited for his leaders evaluation. Said leader, closest to the large safety mats in the centre of the room, stepped forward for this very purpose. Their resident half-demon let out an almost-annoyed-sounding puff of air, and finally tore her gaze away.

The entire team found themselves in the lower level training room, often dubbed the 'civvie gym' as this was where all regular, or non-super training took place. After a few accidents, Robin had made the executive decision that that kind of training ought to take place on the open training area (otherwise known as the roof ), as space was certainly a necessity in order to preserve the structural integrity of the tower. Though, the room was anything other than small, and held equipment undoubtedly thirty times more advanced than anything any ordinary civilian had ever seen.

The cavernous room was mostly underground, ceilings just high enough for small rectangular windows to line the very tips of the concrete walls, casting sunbeams down to the matching concrete floor. Starfire, the teams Tamaranian princess, was now positioned beneath said light. Initially absorbing the ultraviolet radiation in order to recuperate, she now - from the way she floated, eyes-closed, amongst the swirling dust motes - was just enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin.

The two teenage boys on the mat shared a laugh, effectively regaining the half-demon's attention. With Robin's back towards her, she automatically zeroed in on the green skinned titan, mid chortle, teeth glittering as the natural light caught them, and then her amethyst eyes were filmy – seeming to look straight through the pair as she thought back to the fight she had just witnessed. In the chaos of a battle, there was never time to pay too much attention to the young changeling's techniques, although nobody would ever doubt his skill or importance to the team. Automatically he would assume a role of distraction; always willing to put himself in the position of most risk for his team. But, with all this extra free time, and consequently extra training, it would have been impossible not to notice just how impressive Beastboy's talents were. Ignoring his transformations completely, and despite the obvious advantage of his extraordinary senses, he possessed the knowledge of millions of different species. He possessed the abilities and strategy of every single known predator, and knew exactly how his prey would respond. He would always seem to know exactly what to do, even though she knew there probably wasn't very much thinking on his part at all. This all came naturally to him. Adaptable. Instinctual. Powerful. It was almost unfair.

Robin clapped the green-skinned hero on the back, dismissing him, and distracting Raven once more. The sound echoed. The caped crusader's gaze lingered on Starfire before he made his way over to a large chalkboard - just by the automatic doors - and began to map out the next stage of today's training.

Raven and Cyborg sat in the high stands at the far end of the room, spectators at some sporting event. This is where Beastboy made his way now – triumphant grin still plastered all over his face as he trotted up the steps (in human form) and happily plopped down on the empath's left.

She noticed with a bristle of annoyance that while she still felt as though her chest heaved with the efforts of her own training exercise, Beastboy's barely even seemed to rise and fall under his deep, even breathing. She comforted herself with the thought that she was only that much more worn as she had chosen to take on a different technique. While the shapeshifter had ducked and rolled, she had stood solidly before the contraption, keeping close, and met each swing with a strike of her own. Which was, in fact, exhausting, and far from her typical tactics. To her right, Cyborg's face portrayed a similar expression, and while both brought the shapeshifter a smug satisfaction, it was his best friend's displeasure that he addressed.

'C'mon Cy,' He laughed, 'You gave me a glorified mu ren zhuang on wheels!'

That evening at dinner Starfire let out a sudden 'Oh!' and abruptly disappeared, leaving her fellow titans sat around the table staring blankly after her, very much perplexed. A brief pause, however, and she had already returned - proudly waving a slip of paper in her hand as she resumed her typical seat. (Beside Beastboy, and opposite Robin – Raven took up the reverse, beside Robin and opposite Beastboy, and Cyborg would always position himself at the head of the table.) The redhead waited to begin her explanation as their resident sorceress began to serve the (arguably questionable) dish that the former boy wonder had prepared for them that particular day. Each of them would take it in turn to cook, though everyone was always collectively grateful when it was Beastboy's or Cyborg's turn, and they tended to take more than their equal share. Evidently, cookery hadn't been a subject of Batman's curriculum. Raven maintained a politely neutral expression as she plated up what appeared to be an overly-liquid casserole, using her hands; not her powers, and sat back down quickly. They were all waiting for Star.

'Okay!' She started, clearly excited for whatever would come next.

'I have compiled a list of civilian activities for which I wish us to partake in in our erm, new free time.'

The other titans didn't miss the worried glance she threw Robbin's way before her enthusiasm resurfaced.

Starfire continued to chatter animatedly about the activities she had listed and the benefits they would have for their team as the slip of a5 was passed around. Cyborg and Raven mirrored the same amused smile – aside from their slight grimace as they caught the scribbled spelling of 'makeovers.' - it was obvious what their friend was trying to do, and very in character for her. Beastboy flashed his usual bright grin as he looked over it, 'Where's the gaming marathon?' He asked.

The princess positively squealed at his interest, and swiftly confirmed that she'd leave her list on the fridge so that everyone could add any ideas that she had missed.

They all turned towards their team leader, who didn't appear to be so taken with the idea, but Raven – turning her empathetic abilities towards him, could feel that he was just uncomfortable, and she reasoned that this was because he felt embarrassed of the way he had handled the situation. It left him feeling guilty that his behaviour had been having a negative impact on the other's also, or, in other words, having a negative impact on his team.

'As long as nothing takes away from training, we're sti-.' But he was suddenly enveloped in a fiery mane, and the rest of his sentence was cut off by Star's (too) tight embrace.

A/N: Feel free to suggest any ideas for activities that you would like to see.
I'm sort of using this fic to piece together all the one-offs and drafts I have sat in a folder, so effectively I have about every other chapter already started, and I'm just working on slotting everything together and smoothing it back out.
Thank you!
Lovingly, Bree