I type up the final few sentences and- done. I print the files out and organize them, placing them in my file drawer. I can hear footsteps. Someone's coming. I quickly swing up and pry open the vent, closing it behind me as I make my way up into the ventilation system. I bang my head on the hard metal. Stupid cut. I can't focus with it. I can hear a mechanical whirr as the door slides open and in comes Starfire. I watch her from the vent, curious as to what she will do now. She attempts to open my computer, (Hey!) but of course, it's too high security. Why would she want to open my computer anyway? I'll have to ask her about it later. Wait-what? Now she's going through my crime files? She exits the room, not having found anything. I decide to follow her, using her communicator as a tracker (I turned mine off). She enters… my room?! No one's allowed in there without my permission and I mean no one. I peek through yet another vent to see what she's doing in my room. She seems to be...looking for something? She opens my drawers, my closet, she even looks under my bed. This is a complete invasion of privacy! I don't go in her room! She finally takes one last look at my closet, and-oh god. She found it. The loose floorboard. She pries it up and takes out the metal box inside. Lucky for me, she doesn't have even one of the five keys.

The passcode

My fingerprint (Without the gloves)

Voice activation

My eye scan (Without the mask)

The key

You need all five to open it. She attempts to pry it open. To no avail, of course. This has gone too far. I jump down from the vent, eyes narrowed. She hears me and flies back into the closet with a resounding 'EEP!'

"Out," I say firmly.

"But-"
"You know as well as I do no one is allowed in my room without my permission and supervision. I have countless security cameras and systems, all of which I have set to recognize the Titans, because I never would expect any of you to do something like this. Out. Now." She seems close to tears. I don't care. It's her fault anyway. I don't feel guilty in the slightest. The door closes behind her, and I'm left to my own thoughts. I turn my tracker back on so all the Titans get an alert. I check under the floorboard. She took the box. I don't want to even look at her right now. That box is precious to me. More precious than any other material object in the world. It contains multiple things, none of which I would trade for any other material object. I need it back, but I don't think I can even talk to her right now. Raven's like the sister I never had, and I know she won't ask questions, so I page her to come over. I set the security systems not to recognize Starfire. There is a knock on the door.

"Come in." I say, as I sit up on my bed. I get an alert on my communicator.

ALERT: RECOGNIZED: RAVEN: TEEN TITANS

I press dismiss as Raven sits next to me on the bed. I explain what happened. She nods as I speak, taking in every word. I knew she would understand, as she doesn't let anyone in her room either. I'm the only one who's been in there with permission, and she was there to supervise me. I'm less strict on my rules, but since Starfire had the nerve to take the box, I have no shame. When I finish, she nods once more, "You want me to get the box for you?"

"Yes, please. I'm sorry to be asking you such a stupid favor, but-"

"I get it. You don't want to talk to her right now. Can't say I wouldn't feel the same way."

"Thanks, Raven. I'm going to go train, you can just leave the box in one of my drawers when you get it back. I'll get an alert on my communicator and I'll be able to take it from there." She nods and teleports out. I exit and head to the training room to take my anger out on the punching bag.

Raven's POV

I wonder why Starfire was dumb enough to go in there, much less take a box that Robin clearly didn't want anyone to see. I levitate down the hall and knock on her door.

"Wh-who is it?" she says, I can hear rustling in her room.

"Raven."

"One moment, please!" More rustling. She finally opens the door.

"Please, come in, Friend Raven!" she says, wearing a guilty expression on her face.

"Stop trying to hide it, Star. Robin knows and so do I. You need to give it back."

She looks panicked for a moment, but then regains her composure.

"You can tell Robin that if he wishes to retrieve it, he may come get it himself."

"I can't do that, Starfire, and you know that. You shouldn't have stolen it in the first place."

"Well Robin should not keep secrets from us!"

"He has his reasons, I'm sure. He doesn't come poking around in your room, you shouldn't go poking around in, much less steal from his!" Why is Starfire putting up such a fight on this? I really don't want to hurt her, but I really understand where Robin's coming from. That box must be really important to him. He almost never gets mad at Starfire, and he usually deals with these issues head-on. He's like the brother I never had, and I know it's the same for him. Both of us have had tough pasts and neither of us asks too many questions. We understand each other, and that's what makes us siblings.

"My answer is final, Friend Raven. I may not let you retrieve the box."

"Trust me, you don't want to do this, Starfire. One of the reasons Robin called me in here is for your own good."

"My answer is final, Friend Raven, and if that is all, I must ask you to leave now. Goodbye." She shuts the door on me. She's made a huge mistake.

Robin's POV

My chest hurts almost unbearably every time I punch. I don't care, though. I focus all my anger and energy into the punching bag. I deal hundreds, maybe thousands of punches to the punching bag, and I've never seen it in worse shape. I finally deal it one last kick, knocking it off its chain and onto the ground, leaking sand everywhere. I am completely out of breath and I collapse to the ground, panting.

"HRRRRRAHH!" I let out a battle cry before launching myself once more at the defeated punching bag, letting out a fury of fast kicks and punches, until the bag is practically empty. I pant, then let out one long breath. I face away from the door as someone approaches.

"She says you have to come get it," Raven says. My blood boils. "I'm sorry. I tried to reason with her-"

"It's not your fault-" I say walking past her, out the door. "I'll deal with this later, I'm going to bed." I neglect to remind him that he needs to sleep in a hospital bed. I don't want to make him even more angry than he already is. I look to where he was standing before and notice the punching bag. My eyes widen. I use my magic to fix it and it reattaches itself to the chain. I have a feeling this will be happening a lot in the next few days.