Routine - the wonders of modern day technology
It was a morning like so many others in Titans Tower. Cyborg and Beast Boy were playing video games, or maybe they were fighting about food (who cares?). Starfire, unbeknownst to all, cultivated breakfast before they could settle it. Raven was sitting cross legged, meditating, on the ceiling. Her cloak showed no signs of gravity working in the opposite direction. And Robin went through the double doors into Ops only to find out, upon setting foot into the sunlight streaming through the giant wall-sized window, that he'd become a vampire.
'Argh! God dammit, not again!'
When afflictions of vampirism become routine, what do you do to cure that which is incurable? Why, you cheat of course: First; make a clone from earlier blood samples of the undead one. The vampire goes into a small cage with a stake to its chest. Have Raven use Puppet King magic to transfer the psychic signature (the soul, if you absolutely will) from the vampire to the clone. Upon completion of transfer, dispose off soulless vampire.
The naked, impaled body of what was once Robin fell down the garbage shaft before sailing into the cold night. There it rolled down the sloping ground formed like a half pipe by Cyborg's sonic cannon before tumbling into a small but deep hole in the ground. It landed softly on top of Raven's likewise naked body, a green arm, plus some organs that Cyborg had recently replaced with cybernetics, all of which lay upon yet more bodies and parts of bodies of superhero teenagers who had come to regard their bodies as little more than condoms.