AN: Whenever I try to do a break, gets rid of it and so the chapter is somewhat seamless. So, my apologies for any confusion this may have had. I could try and fix it but I don't think it's that big of a problem. Instead, I'll adopt a nicer way of changing scenes.

"You haven't seen anything suspicious around here, have you?"

His hands tightly clasped together in a polite position, Hynden replied, "Not at all."

It wasn't that Beast Boy suspected anything in particular, being the rather dim lightbulb that he was, but he had to at least feign such an act for protocol. "Are you -?"

It was Starfire's shrill scream that cut Beast Boy's words off, as well as the gun that was suddenly pointing at his face.

The shriek that made blood rush cold began to form into a word. The owner of the scream, the one and only Starfire, had seen the unfortunate choice of weapon before Beast Boy and so called out her team leader's name, albeit rather desperately.

"Robin!" The moment she had seen Hynden whip out the gun from his jacket, her vocal chords leapt into action. "Beast Boy is in trouble!"

It isn't too difficult to guess Robin's following command. "Titans! Go!"

No dawdling, no hesitation: the Titans, that is, Robin and Cyborg with Starfire flying overhead, rushed into the shop to their friend's aid. To compensate his distraction, Beast Boy was quick to morph into a bluebottle fly (everybody knows that, whilst a tiger is one of the most ferocious animals, the bluebottle fly is the most annoying and thus, can send the poor victim insane in a matter of seconds). This transformation into a tiny insect also allowed the target to be free of obstacles, and permitted Starfire to throw a shocking green bomb into the shopkeeper's face.

With his sight compromised by the attack, Robin took his chance and swiftly kicked the gun out of Hynden's hands, leaving him defenceless. In order to make him all the more submissive, Cyborg stood several feet in front of him, his arm completely hidden by the large rocket launcher that was pointed threateningly at the shopkeeper. The remaining Titans took their position behind the effective weapon, waiting for their leader to speak.

Hynden, having quickly grabbed his senses, stood pressed against the wall wondering how he would get out of such a situation. Anybody who had been in a similar situation against the Titans could have easily have told him that there was no escape.

Steven Wilkes was a clever man. He had done his research into the security guards at the store and decided that a slightly different face wouldn't require much attention from them. As long as he had the exact hairstyle and clothes, and perhaps a bit of make-up, the security guards wouldn't care less. The Titans, however, were much more perceptive and noticed this different face. Robin strode over to the shopkeeper and naturally demanded answers.

"Who are you?" His mask had conveniently changed shape to portray his furrowed brow.

What angered Robin was that he couldn't quite put fix all the pieces together. It was at times like this when he demanded the truth.

"Robin -."

But she was cut off by Robin's harsh voice. "Why is your face so familiar?"

His voice was increasing in volume with each word. Starfire could hardly make herself heard. "Robin -."

"Why were you threatening our team member? Are you working with Slade?"

Always trying to coax some relationship with Slade. Robin was determined to squeeze the truth out of this man, whatever it cost.

But Starfire had important information of her own. It was time to reveal that truth to Robin. "I do not think you recognise who this person is."

Robin whipped around to face her immediately. The very thought of missing obvious information that another member of his team had was somewhat embarrassing.

"Who is he?"

Swallowing to clear her throat, Starfire spoke calmly, despite her voice betraying her timid side. "He is the man we met less than a week ago with the photograph contraption. He is Steve Wilkes."

Meanwhile, Raven was having a less successful time. She had engaged in yet another fight with her captor and was failing miserably. Each time she picked herself up from the floor, he delivered another punch. Her balance began to diminish with each blow and the time between each attack became quicker as Slade was eager to force the prisoner into silence.

"You are foolish to believe you can take me on without your powers."

"I can try!" Raven spat, blood dripping from her trembling lips.

With which, Slade replied with a tormenting laugh. The sound itself made Raven cringe, and the fact that she was being humiliated made her even angrier.

"Isn't it obvious? The only way you'll get out of here is if you -."

But Slade's words were conveniently (or perhaps, inconveniently) cut off by a furious shout, soon followed by a loud crashing that sent the room itself shaking. Both Raven and Slade focused on the origin of the distraction, which was blossoming into a harsh bright light that filled the room up with a strange orange light. Adopting an old iconographic position, several people stood in front of the light, showing only their silhouettes.

And yet, Raven couldn't be fooled. She forgot that her enemy stood right behind her and allowed a small smile to grace her lips. "Robin?"