"Robin?" whispered Cyborg, knocking lightly on his door. Truthfully, he didn't want Robin to answer, because if Robin answered he would be mad. No matter what had happened between him and Starfire—though Cyborg knew it wasn't good—Robin would not be happy with Cyborg. Cyborg knew, though, that he'd have to talk to Robin one day. He couldn't just hide away forever.
Or…Could he? Yeah, he could just lock himself in his room forever until they were in battle, and then he would fight and go right back to his room.
Ooh, wait, no—he definitely didn't want to be around Robin in a battle. The chance of "accidental" friendly fire was way too high.
Maybe Cyborg just wouldn't fight. He could use his electronic body to be the best b-boy ever. He would be in a break dancing troupe that traveled the country and performed at clubs. He would live as a hermit, traveling with the troupe from club to club in a bus. He could just never do a club in Jump City.
But that plan made it too possible for Cyborg to become famous. Maybe if he built a really, really great submarine—
"Cyborg, what do you want?" said Robin at the now open door. Cyborg jumped back.
"I—um—I wanted to say sorry." Robin sighed, and cast his glare off to the side.
"It—it's not your fault. I should have told her earlier. No—I never should have done it."
"Well, you know, it's just a fight. She'll get over it—''
"No. It wasn't just a fight, Cyborg. She…She broke up with me."
"She what?!" yelled Cyborg.
"If you were her you would, too."
"Hey, I wouldn't be going out with you in the first place, thank you very much!" Robin glared at him. "You know what I mean, man. But seriously, like, I know she'll come around…"
"Yeah. Right. Anyway…You should probably go check on Beast Boy and Raven. I heard them talking and it didn't sound good."
"Aw, man, it's always something with those two!" Cyborg said angrily as he walked out of Robin's room down the hall. Robin retreated back to him room and sat down at his computer desk. He moved his mouse over to Blackfire's message and opened it. Her face projected itself onto the screen, and she said her message again. She'd even included coordinates to the jail. She couldn't possibly think he'd actually break her out of a jail. Blackfire could be a bad person, but she was definitely no idiot.
Just as he almost opened the file with the coordinates on it, the alarm sounded. All of the titans seemed reluctant to assemble together, but they had work to do.
"We're getting an S.O.S. from a ship just outside the orbit," said Robin, and played the message. It was in a foreign language that Robin couldn't understand, though it sounded familiar.
"What's he saying?" asked Cyborg, looking baffled.
"He is saying that he is being attacked," said Starfire. "He is speaking…Tamaranian."
"Titans, to the—'' Robin started.
"No," said Starfire, interjecting, "I will go alone."
"But, Star, you can't—''
"I do not need you to protect me!" she yelled at him, "I will go alone!" Starfire flew off to the garage—the Titans could all hear her fly off in their space ship.
"Well," said Cyborg, "I guess that's that." Wordlessly, the titans all retreated back to their rooms.