Robin glared at me and I thought I saw steam coming from his ears. I stood straighter and saw, if not for his wild hair, I would've been taller than him. Please, I got taller than five foot nothing.

"Please Robins," Starfire placed a hand on both my and Robin's shoulders. "Let us not fight."

"Yes ma'am," I saluted and smirked letting the memory of my words hang in the air. 'I take orders from people I respect.'

I don't think anyone understood but my doppelganger.

Beast boy carried Cyborg Starfire carried Robin but I denied Raven's offer and flew with my own toy wings.

Once in the tower again I felt my hope begin to rise. "Is the device ready?" I asked Cyborg watching him pick it up.

"I think so," He flipped a couple switches. "Are you ready to go?"

"Wait," I held up a hand and pulled out the small machine. "I may not know what this is but I know it isn't good and I can't exactly dump it on you to figure out." Beast boy jumped forward as a squirrel and stood on my shoulder. I didn't even flinch.

His head tilted and he ran down my arm looking back up at me, picking it up.

"It's so strange," I mused as Beast boy flipped it over and over. "I've never seen technology like that before."

"May I?" Cyborg asked.

"Go right ahead," I gestured and Beast Boy grabbed it, jumping to Cyborg as a bird. I jumped on the counter Cyborg was leaning on and I pointed to the small hook. "Do you have any idea what that is? It wasn't in his neck."

Cyborg shook his head. "Did you get the other one? Maybe it's different."

I pulled out the second which I had snatched before they were arrested. "It's exactly the same."

While Cyborg and I exchanged opinions Beast boy walked in between us as what must have been a ferret. Robin watched us from a few feet away. And Raven settled in from of the TV with Starfire who glanced back at us every few moments.

Flicking my computer screen up again, I set the chips next to each other and compared them. "See!" I pointed at my wrist com, "right there," I zoomed in.

"What is it?" Beast Boy asked turning human once again.

"That red wire," I simplified it automatically, like I did for Wally, "it means something really complex is inside."

"Copper?" Cyborg questioned. "That's a strong conductor for something so small. Remote control with some kind of powder or liquid is out of the question that thing is jam packed."

"CPU or ALU though," I mused zooming farther in.

"CPU," Cyborg nodded. "It's silicon. Couldn't handle any outward help with a layer like that."

I shook my head. "Tantalum, Silicon outer layer it hold a pretty strong EMP a few hundred watts. No rubber to hold back either."

Cyborg nodded up at me, still crouching on the table. Leaning over it like a cat I watched Cyborg's one eye brow crease. "EMP? Why would you need a charge that that in the human brain?"

"It's along with your powder or liquid idea. There's no needle or injections. It held on by latching to the electricity in the blood, most likely the stronger plasma. Nerve endings. If you can get the right frequency you can increase or decrease strength, intelligence or stamina." I bit my lip. "But that idea is hardly explored because of ethics and danger. It must have been made illegally and because of its size I doubt you fit the controls inside."

"Preprogrammed?" Cyborg suggested.

"I doubt it," I shook my head. "If have to break on open if I wanted to see the processing unit. But if it is preprogrammed then it will be extremely hard to track."

"My brain hurts," Beast Boy moaned, leaning back on the table.

"Sorry," I laughed, sitting higher on my haunches. "I've never actually had someone to tech talk with. All my friends don't get it. Batman has an idea but he lets the computer do most of the work. He's a genius about computers," I shook my head. "But he doesn't get beyond injury repair before his interest in humans gets a little rusty."

"You're telling me." Robin growled.

I glanced over to see the boy's mask turn to slits and his lip become one thin, white, line. What had happened between them? Would it happen to me?

"In any case," Cyborg picked up the chips. "We've got to pop one of these open. You coming Robin? Er..."

"Its fine," I smiled. "I get it. You don't have to call me by my name. Just scream 'kid' and I'll come running," I chuckled.

Beast Boy, deciding his mental functions were more important than his curiosity decided to challenge the other Robin and Starfire to a video game match. Rolling her eyes Raven picked up a book from the shelf and began to read.

I saw Cyborg silently communicate with Robin. I didn't understand most of it but I got the gist. "He doesn't trust me," I said.

Cyborg's jump confirmed my suspicion and I stuck in my hands into my hidden pocket, glancing to the floor. "Look, kid..."

"It's ok," I nodded slowly. "I get it. I really do. I'm a strange kid who broke into his home. No one else seems to dislike this new occurrence but him. He's confused why I'm here and who I am. He's trying to figure me out."

"I guess you do know then," Cyborg seemed taken aback.

Again I nodded. "For a kid who was supposedly trained by Batman he's a bit of an open book."

"It's been three years," Cyborg tried to reason.

"Batman's training isn't an easy thing to just abandon. But in a few ways I see it. He's somber attitude, his unwillingness to divulge information. I'm guessing the kid sleeps with his staff under his pillow." I rolled my eyes. "His build is still strong so I'm supposing he wakes up with a work out. But he needs to chill out. The stress had given him knots on his shoulders and it's going to stunt his already tiny growth."

Cyborg's jaw hit the floor. "How'd you get all that?"

"Observation," I shrugged. "It's simple stuff."

"Sure..." He thought a moment. "Can you tell the same stuff about the others."

"Why not?"

"Do Starfire."

I thought a moment. "I'm supposing she's alien. Farther in the solar system with small human colonies. The movements under her skin suggest she has thicker blood which gives her that awesome strength. She's not afraid to hide her feelings. Optimistic. But she has worry lines around her eyes. She has a huge crush in Robin, who by the way shares it. She also needs a new brush. There were bristles in her hair."

Cyborg whistled. "That's impressive."

"Whatever."

"Now do Beast Boy." Cyborg coaxed, excitement burning in his eyes.

"Not much to tell," I thought to the kid. "He has troubles changing into large things. That elephant took a split second longer to change back. But it's no surprise. He's a sweet kid. I know, not by observation, that he's got a pretty sad past. But he's so happy about everything. He looks up to you like a brother."

"Really?" Cyborg asked.

I nodded. "He also needs to clean his room. I smelled it all last night."

He laughed. "Can you do Raven?"

"She's a bit harder. She's stressed a lot. Behind her cool attitude she glares at me. I think she's jealous that Beast Boy has taken an interest in me."

"Raven likes you?" Cyborg yelped.

"No!" I held out my hands. "No, no, no. She has a crush on BB."

"Really?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Cyborg shook his head.

"But apart from that I can tell she likes tea but she has crumbs on the side of her cape, she's hiding cookies in her room by the way. I saw her sneak some tofu so she doesn't mind it. She's self conscious about her ankles and likes to sit on them. She doesn't like video games."

"I thought you said she was hard?"

I shrugged. "She was."

He grinned evilly. "What about me?"

"What about you?"

"You know. Do your deduction Sherlock."

I walked in front of Cyborg and watched him. "You had a strong body before you... lost it."

"Don't worry about offending me," Cyborg said nonchalantly. "I've heard enough mean comments to know what is and what's not."

"I'm assuming you were very strong. You like meat and you're, obviously, extremely smart. But I can't tell... it was a bomb. You were in an enclosed place and it went off."

"H-how can you tell?"

"The angles of your armor. It's slightly inflated. Most of you body was intact and mechanically repaired." He nodded again and I continued. "But on a happier note I think I've figured out something about you."

"And that would be?"

"You've got an armor that would make Batman green with envy. It really is an amazing suit."

"It was simpler before but I've tinkered with it and know it's completely me."

We reached the garage and I crouched next to the large desk covered in mechanics.

At one point I actually began to sit on my haunches, like a cat, on the desk.

Cyborg opened one of the EMP's and I twisted around to see it behind the magnifying glass.

I whistled. "That's a beautiful piece of machinery."

"Isn't it?" I thought I saw the half robot boy drooling. Then he caught sight of me. "How are you doing that?" He asked.

I looked down at my contorted body and shrugged. "Practice?" Then I glanced back to the machine.

His hand moved back to cut away a small wire but I grabbed his wrist. "Wait." He moved back and with a pair of tweezers and pushed aside a minuscule microchip, tugging it from its place.

"What is that?" He asked.

"I don't know..." I felt a little short of breath but it must have been excitement. "But..." I flipped to the ground and placed it under the magnifying glass. "Right there," I showed him a tiny piece of copper. "That's the conductor. Try to get that open."

A tiny saw came from one of the many drawers and with a tender care he split it open to reveal a tiny, pink wriggling machine.

"This isn't possible," my eyes widened. "That isn't possible."

"What?" Cyborg asked.

"This tech does not exist in your world. It comes from mine. We call it cyber tech. It is used to control the minds of living beings. If anyone has more of this they could enslave the world. It works on everything from humans to aliens to machinery."

Cyborg paled, "well, that isn't good."

"Let's go tell the others."

"Wait," I held Cyborg back as he headed upstairs. "I think I could replicate the antidote. Why worry them when we could produce a solution?"

"You have a point," Cyborg shrugged.

"Come on," I pulled out a small device and attached it to the chip.

I won't share all the extremely boring details but I will say we did manage to make a mess.

The air became thick with fumes and my lungs felt stretched. But Cyborg seemed unaffected so I didn't say anything.

Finally we managed to stick it into a pill.

"There," I smiled. "This should work."

"Shouldn't we test it?"

"On who?"

He shrugged. "Won't Gizmo still be affected?"

"I took the chip off of them." I paused. "That isn't right..."

"What isn't?" Cyborg asked.

But, lost in my thoughts, I pulled off my glove and grabbed the still intact chip and place it on my hand.

"Wait!" Cyborg called.

But the chip didn't do anything, only sat on my hand and stung me. It didn't even hurt. "That isn't right..." I mused. "It should go into the skin. I'm so stupid!" I smacked my forehead with my still gloved hand.

"What's going on?" Cyborg just seemed to get more and more confused.

"The chip should go into my skin, fuse with my nervous system." I explained. "But because it didn't this means we are creating an antidote that is to strong."

"Isn't strong better than to weak?" Cyborg asked.

I shook my head. "This is a delicate serum. If it's to string we could cause permanent brain damage."

Cyborg sighed. "Back to square one then."

"Yea," I looked to the ground.

Before we could say anything else the tower alarm rang.

Robin came in, face grim. "Trouble."

How did he do that? Could he teleport?

"I'm assuming I'm staying behind?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I couldn't stop you from coming last time." Robin's face was so grim I turned to check no one had died. Fortunately I was wrong.

"So I'm coming?" I grinned.

"Yes."

"Oh how wonderful!" Starfire clapped. They headed to the roof but before I could follow them Robin grabbed my arm.

"You may be coming but you are not a part of this team. Understand?"

"Yes Batman," I tugged my arm from his grip and flew up the stairs.

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