AN: It's because of the reviews I've got for this that I decided to do another chapter. Although perhaps I shouldn't lead you on, as I'm a very busy woman now and I shouldn't be surprised if I fail to finish this completely ;)

"What are you going to do with me?"

Slade grinned underneath his mask; he was sorry that Raven couldn't see his eerie grin.

"We, my dearest girl, are going to wait until the rest of the Titans come to rescue you."

It was Beast Boy who was the first out of the remaining Titans to see the morning sun. He'd had the unfortunate feeling of assuming everything is as it should be; perfect, as the beaming star looking through the large windows was, but reality had poured down onto him as he remembered the events from the day before. He had desperately hoped not to experience this feeling and he hadn't expected to, either, as he could only manage less than an hours sleep during the night.

Determined to concentrate on something other than Raven – because worrying does nobody any good – he busied himself by making his breakfast. He preferred to make breakfast alone in the kitchen instead of waiting for his friends to arrive, as Cyborg's usual lectures about his diet were often amusing to ignore or retaliate against, but he could not handle any banter on this particular day, although he hardly expected Cyborg to crack any jokes today.

But it seemed that today wasn't Beast Boy's day as he'd had the misfortune of opening the wrong cupboard door in his quest to make his morning meal; instead of seeing an empty, upside down glass waiting for his cold drink sitting on the shelf, he'd been faced with Raven's speciality tea. The tea that had once grabbed Beast Boy's curiosity (which had quickly been tripled due to Raven's strict orders that he should leave it alone) now grabbed at his emotions, and he slammed the cupboard door in frustration, having failed in blocking Raven from his thoughts.

He left the kitchen in a rare, furious mood, not knowing where to go. He couldn't go back to his own room – the place that had prevented him from sleeping the night before – and he even considered stepping inside Raven's room, although breach of her privacy was no fun without her to catch him, and also seemed quite immoral when he knew she was in danger. Instead, he went to find the daily newspaper. Perhaps he could read that and the words might occupy his thoughts instead.

He returned the kitchen several minutes later with the crisp newspaper tucked underneath his arm; he had always wanted to try this and now that nobody was around to bear witness to this experiment, it amused him to feel like an intellectual. Of course, the knowledge of the newspaper boring him to tears made it seem less realistic and the lack of a pipe and a pair of carpet slippers were also rather upsetting, but he felt somewhat satisfied when he whipped the pile of thin papers from underneath his arm and threw it open, the happenings of the city screaming out at him silently in black and white text.

He hadn't expected to see anything of any worth on the third page; perhaps Robin's favourite model, perhaps a comic strip, but not a relevant headline.

"Are our city's superheroes really as super as we think?"

The words bellowed through his mind, challenging his team's ego and power. Everybody had their own opinion, of course, but had it been assumed that they had failed in a mission, simply because Raven had not been returned? It made Beast Boy feel lower than before, but he couldn't resist reading the article.

"Pictures taken by Steve Wilkes," he read, determined to remember the names of these finger-pointers, just in case. "Written by Darren Smith."

The photograph accompanying the article was from a different perspective than Beast Boy had seen it, but it was still of Robin and Starfire, the bank's broken windows scattered around their feet. Beast Boy longed to jump into the photograph, to use it as a wormhole into the past with hopes to change it and save his friend.

"We all thought," the article began, "that our city's heroes were doing their best to keep our city clean from the thieves and villains we cannot avoid. We all thought they would sacrifice their own lives for ours. We all thought they could handle anything and everything because that is what they were made for, to protect us. Or is that just a false rumour?"

Beast Boy couldn't help but notice the journalist's choice of words: 'made for'? Since when was Beast Boy made to be a citizen's shield?

"Yesterday, quite early in the morning, we saw two of our own superheroes at the scene of a bank robbery. The girl, who is known as Starfire, was about to attack hundreds of onlooking citizens, whilst the thieves were behind the citizens, making a clean escape. The teen leader, Robin, smashed her into one of the bank's windows, smashing it, causing the bank to cough up a large sum of money to repair the window, and frightening several children who unfortunately managed to sneak into the front row of the audience gathering.

"Where were the other team members?

"Later on in the day, we saw the green boy and the mechanical man blow up a stranger's van for no apparent reason near the well known fashion store." Near to this line was a picture of Beast Boy and Cyborg, passport style photographs which were very unflattering.

So engrossed was he in this article that Beast Boy didn't notice his close friend enter the kitchen. Cyborg entered the room sluggishly, most probably having had little sleep similar to his green friend. Seeing Beast Boy concentrating on reading the newspaper and not believing his eyes, Cyborg crept up behind him, not wishing to disturb his friend's new interest. But Cyborg could not resisting from confirming this new revelation; he simply could not believe it.

"Are you reading the newspaper?" He stuttered. He was even more shocked when Beast Boy hushed him, leaning in towards the newspaper even more to ignore the disturbance. Cyborg placed a large hand on his shoulder to get a better look at the page, convinced that the only thing to get Beast Boy to read a newspaper was a comic or a game advert, but what he saw was much worse.

"Where is our joyful Raven?"

"It's an article about us," Beast Boy needlessly explained. Cyborg held in a gasp before leaning in closer to read the article in better view.

"Are they stalking us or something?" Beast Boy exclaimed, having gained all the information from the article he could. He had still been able to grow bored of the newspaper.

Too furious were the two boys that neither of them noticed their leader enter the room; he knew from embarrassing experiences with Cyborg what they were looking at, but the look on their faces were not what he expected and so he had no choice but to ask them about their actions.

"What are you doing?" He asked, pausing beside the fruit bowl, his beloved source of breakfast food.

Beast Boy was quick to jump towards him and he thrust the newspaper into his masked face, causing him to press his back into the counter to avoid a collision. But despite this accidental pain, he managed to read the headline of the intriguing article and he couldn't stop himself from swearing under his breath.

"What?" He yelled. He grabbed the paper from his friend's hands and skimmed the article three times, not believing what he was reading.

"Please pardon me," a quiet voice came from the door. It was the distinctive voice of the sole girl who remained in the tower, her female companion reluctantly having giving her the honour. She had been aroused from her nap from the boys' discovery, and when she heard people beginning to rise for the new day, she had eagerly jumped forth to continue the mission. "But we are going to find -?"

"Let's go, now!" A furious Robin yelled. The once inspiring demand was now greeted with thankful, agreeing nods, glad they could do something against this documentation by finding their fellow team member. It took the entire group less than ten seconds to leave their home and continue with their tasks.