It was early in the morning; they'd been up for hours and everybody was tired. Starfire was surprisingly ill-humoured for once and didn't see the group of citizens standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They were the target of Starfire's starbolts.
"Starfire!" The word threw itself out of Robin's lips as he frantically ran over to her. Blood pumped furiously around his body, almost deafening him in the process.
She took no notice of him as her eyes turned to a glowing green, the result of her enraged powers. Her hands were burning with her angry energy and no doubt covered her view of the unfortunate citizens; she could only see the thieves in front of her, hurrying onto their bike as they tried to escape the angry alien.
Robin raised his hands in a useless attempt to stop his team-mate from ruining innocent lives. She raised her arms up, ready to throw the powerful orbs. As Robin was just a few inches from her with his fingers trying to pull on her boot, she released them and sent them flying towards the thieves and the citizens.
The orbs joined together to make an even bigger orb and as it hit the ground just where the thieves were standing and panicking, there was an ear-splitting crash. The blow of the starbolts sent the thieves colliding into the bank's window, the glass exploding from the impact. The citizens ran out of sight, narrowly avoiding the blast. Without them to worry about, Robin finally grabbed Starfire's foot and dragged her out of the air so she wouldn't get hit with the glass that was shooting towards them. The glass hit them, but not hard enough to penetrate their skin: they were safe.
Robin looked back at the scene and exhaled in relief. It could have been much worse. He looked back at Starfire, perhaps even expecting gratitude, but she merely pushed him aside, irritated and annoyed that he had distracted her and made her miss her target.
She stepped forward and walked towards the bank. She realised, with great anger, that while they were shielding themselves from the glass, the thieves had run away. They were fast, you had to give them that; they couldn't possibly waste time looking for a couple of robbers when they had Slade and Raven to worry about. This thought only infuriated Starfire even more.
"They are gone, Robin," she whispered, although Robin heard quite clearly. "They are gone with the bank's possessions and you helped them."
Robin's heart almost burst as he gulped in horror. How could his best friend think he of all people would even attempt to do something as low as that? It was unthinkable. All he could manage to blurt out was, "Starfire, I didn't – the people… they -!"
Before he could conjure a decent sentence, there was a snap a flash that stunned their eyes for an instant. They instinctively lifted their arms to shield their faces.
As the light dimmed, Robin and Starfire lowered their arms and could see a middle aged man standing before them with a camera. An old fashioned hat sat on his long, messy hair that lay over his long, rotting coat. He grinned from over his camera at the two teenagers, satisfied with interrupting them.
"W-what?" Robin was dumbfounded. "Who are you?" The shock made him forget what was happening and he turned to Starfire for an answer, only to snap back to the photographer in anger as he recollected what was happening. "We don't have time for this – move!"
He pushed past the photographer but he was unable to stop him from snapping more pictures which emitted more flashes that followed them as they hurried down the street. Although Robin was trying to forget about Starfire's outrage, she was clearly still upset and was flying above him, her eyes set in front of her.
Even if it caused them to be behind schedule, Robin decided that they must look for the thieves – they couldn't exactly leave them roaming around the city. But it wasn't too important because the police would always take over. After five minutes of searching around the city for them, Robin decided that it was too much trouble for them while they were already in a difficult situation. Starfire landed beside him as he stopped in his tracks; she seemed to have forgotten about the incident earlier.
"I fear we will not catch them," she spoke in her usual calm voice and Robin sighed in relief that she was no longer angry at him. "Perhaps Beast Boy and Cyborg will have news for us?"
Without a word, Robin took his communicator out from his pocket. He opened it up and pressed the correct buttons to contact Cyborg.
A few miles away from Robin and Starfire sat a small spider on a brick wall. The morning sun showed the brilliant green fur off as the arachnid watched the half robot sit down on a bench, staring into space.
There was a quiet beep as Robin's request announced itself through Cyborg's system. But he was slow to respond to it for he heard flustered footsteps racing through the empty street. He accepted the invitation to speak to Robin but watched the two men bicker across the street. They were changing from a motorbike to a car, taking heavy bags with them as they did so. It was obvious that they were up to no good and they seemed totally oblivious to the two Titans that sat not far from them.
From his communicator, he could hear Robin telling him about two thieves that had escaped them not too long ago. Cyborg could only assume that these two stupid men were the very thieves Robin was talking about. Without another thought, Cyborg slowly stood up from his bench and walked into the road. Beast Boy followed him as a butterfly, and neatly perched himself on Cyborg's shoulder as he turned his arm into a large gun. He aimed it at the car where the men were sitting inside trying to start it up and his gun shone a brilliant blue. He braced himself as he shot a bright blue beam out of the large gun – it hit the car with a blast and dust and smoke immediately filled the air.
The green butterfly flew off Cyborg's shoulder and turned back into Beast Boy as Cyborg's arm turned back to normal. He lifted his inbuilt communicator to his face and with a smile, he simply said, "Got them."