Never try to update a story while moving into a boarding school. Seriously. I apologize for the obscenely short chapters, I guess that's my style or something.

I do not own the Titans. (yet…)

Restarting systems. Charge successful: 98 percent. Life support on. Thought processors functioning. GST: 945 hours. Last dream sequence: consummation of food products-cooked batter cake mixture, ground seeds of coffee plant. Status: hungry. Command/wakeup/.

Cyborg's eyes blinked open, the pleasant smell of fresh waffles and coffee
filling his nostrils. "Waffles," he muttered, pushing himself off the couch and making his way to the kitchen on autopilot. He began to open the fridge door before his brain kicked in. The fridge hadn't been used in years, who knows what's growing in there. Remembering last night, he decided to try and apologize. Peering over the side of the couch, he frowned. Raven wasn't there. "Raven? Hello?" He swallowed hard. 'Maybe she left. She was really ticked off. But why was she here in the first place? How long has she been gone?" He sighed and massaged his temples. "She probably just went out to get something to eat. Wouldn't be that hard, the city's almost abandoned-" Cyborg head flew up as he recalled why he had come to Titans Tower in the first place. "Ohmanohmanohman," he repeated as he ran out of the tower, towards the city.

Raven strolled through the streets of Jump City (now referred to as Dump City) with the herbal tea and waffle mix she had "bought" from the mall. She walked around a little, looking at the other deserted stores, before heading back to the tower. She didn't notice the dark figure watching, about to strike. Fortunately, Cyborg did. "Raven, behind you!" The purple haired girl turned around to face her shadowy assailant. Too late. Deathstroke leapt from the alley, dagger glinting in his hand. Raven could barely open her mouth to chant her spell before the crazed assassin made a sweeping cut at her midsection, slicing her stomach. The sorceress fell to the ground. "RAVEN!" Cyborg ran to her before scooping her up over his shoulder. He then slowly turned towards Deathstroke, his red eye turning an even brighter shade of crimson. "Stay the fuck away from her," he growled. The madman's eye widened when he realized who the tall mass of metal was. He ran for the comfort of the shadowy alley before Cyborg could aim his cannon. "I'll be back, Cyborg!" The android scowled and walked back to the tower, carrying the unconscious girl in his huge arms.

"So, why was Slade after you?" Cyborg asked the girl currently healing her injury. Raven retrieved some bandages from the first aid kit by her side. "I don't know. He disappeared a while back; maybe he's just trying to finish what he started…" She trailed off, looking into space. Cyborg looked at her intently. "I know he killed the others, but why would he come back?"

Raven glanced at him. "Who knows why villains do anything anymore." She closed the first aid kit and attempted to sit up straight. Cyborg shook his head and gently placed her back in her reclining position. "You got cut pretty deep; you might want to rest." Raven narrowed her eyes and struggled to get up again, but Cyborg had his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Cyborg, get off of me," she growled threateningly. Victor grinned a little. Same old Raven. "Sorry, but I'm not moving until you stop struggling." Raven gave a little huff. "Fine. I'll lie down, if you tell me why you left." Her voice lowered a bit. "The real reason." Cyborg let go and placed his hands on the couch behind him. "Alright," he agreed. "So, here's what happened…"

Why is Slade back (and is apparently insane)? Why did Victor leave? Which came first: the chicken or the egg? You'll find out if you review. Honest.