Well…anyone who reads this, I have been told that I might need to slow things down a bit to give more detail (I agree) for some time I have been trying to extend the scenes; but it just doesn't work out the way I want I too. So for this chapter I am going to try and stay in Rob's POV. I would greatly appreciate any recommendations as to whether to stay with this format or just try and extend the POV scenes between the characters.

So let's see how this goes.

Robin's blood beat wildly through her veins, the thrill of the hunt was still fresh in her mind; it would take some time before it subsided. She had deposited Cheetah in a holding cell in the heart of the watchtower before disappearing into a guest room set up for her brief stay with the justice league. One deep breath after another mixed with the silence of space outside the window brought a wave of tranquility into her being. Her eyes traveled over the room, sliding over the usual and cataloguing any difference since her last visit; nothing had been moved or added. With a fluid moment, she sat herself upon the edge of the bed.

The first thing she had done when she had been issued the room was of course, check for hidden surveillance devices. None had been found Robin had come to the conclusion that they had trusted her at least somewhat and had no wish to pry into her secrets; she liked that about them. Of course none of them actually knew her, Robin rubbed her arm; aware of the barrier of cloth between what was once smooth flesh.

With a sigh she raised her hidden hands and pulled off the large hat; the cloth veil sliding from under her coat. Gently she placed the hat beside her, folding the veil beneath. The only place she had ever taken off her coverings was in her own home, away from any eyes that might judge and condemn what she was.

"Why would you come back now?" the soft question was heavy on her mind, now that the killing instinct had subsided, "after all these years and now you come back; you ruin my life and now you are taking the lives of others once again." Robin stood and paced around the room, the carpeting muting the click of every step; movement had always helped in the thought process. "Were you biding your time?" Robin brought her sleeves together and cracked her knuckles, "or has someone brought a new objection to your attention."

A noise in the hall made her ears swivel to point to the door, someone was walking quietly down the hall; it might have been deliberate or maybe it was just their personality. Robin stepped quickly to the bed picking up the hat and slipping it over her features, in the next moment she found herself in front of the door. Robin's sleeve raised and pressed the button on the door frame, the door slid open with a whoosh of air pressure change. The harsh words that she had planned to say were lost when she saw what had been coming down the hall.

"Yo," the man greeted her in what sounded like a Brooklyn accent, "What's up dark dude?"

Robin was speechless; this man who greeted her so casually was dressed in what she thought accounted for almost nothing. A mask, loincloth and boots were his ensemble. His bare chest was impressive to say the least, if she knew how she might have let off one of those cartoon wolf whistles. Instead all that came out was an embarrassing shrill whine.

"You okay man?"the guy before her cocked his head in question.

It took Robin a few times before anything happened but finally a few words managed to grumble past. "What are you doing here?"

"I sensed some animal presence in the watchtower and decided to investigate."

"Then why did you come to my room?" Robin could feel panic starting to well up inside her, "and who are you?"

"It's not like I was coming to your room or nuthin, but now that you mention it; around here sort of does feel like animals," the man scratched his head, "and you can call me B'wana Beast, who are you buddy?"

"I am Rob," a shiver traveled down her spine, "I am the investigator brought in to help solve the murders." Robin watched the man stand silently, "what you sense is probably the essence of Cheetah, who we brought in for her protection."

"Maybe," B'wana Beast shrugged, "I might as well make my way down and see." With that B'wana struck off down the hallway waving over his shoulder, "See ya around Rob."

"I am going to have to get used to seeing partially naked men around here," Robin sighed and wished she could rub her eyes but stopped when she realized she still wore her hat, "if only."

Robin hadn't been able to have contact with anyone for years, now that she was among so many she wanted to have contact, she wanted friends; she wanted to find someone for herself. Just from her brief stay she could tell that Wonder Woman and Batman had a thing going. Which just brought to life her own desires; she hadn't even had her first kiss for god's sake. Everything had been taken away by the Collector. With a glance back at the contents of her room, Robin stepped into the hall; letting the doors slide closed on the one place she could be alone.

At first Rob had set out, roaming the halls; trying to get her mind back on track. But for some reason the inhabitants of the Watchtower always seemed to stare at her when she passed, they wouldn't do it openly but she could feel their eyes boring into her back; no doubt itching to see what was hidden. With a snort of disgust Robin swept into the first doors she came to, they slid open to reveal a room that (at the moment) did not bode well for her temper.

The cafeteria was packed with heroes from around the world, the bright assortment of costumes and the light atmosphere pushed down on Robin's lonely soul. The weight pushed into her stomach, making her a bit queasy. It didn't last long though, it took about five seconds before the first leaguer saw her; and then it spread like wildfire. A deadly silence crept over the entire cafeteria; every eye was on the seven foot, dark clad stranger.

Robin was now at an impasse…either she could back out of the doorway and run to safety (looking like a complete fool) or she could step into the room and get something to eat (hopefully showing the leaguers that she was at least part human. The moment seemed to last forever, yet only a few breaths had been taken; Robin's thoughts clicked into place and she stepped inside, the doors closing behind her with an ominous hiss.

As she stepped toward the food counter she could feel the room watching her, Robin did not pay particular attention to the foods she added to her tray but when it felt like an adequate weight Robin turned to face the deadly silent room. It was like a freaky zombie movie, right before they attack.

Robin's slow pace was a walk down death row, her peripheral vision darkened while a spot ahead illuminated a seat at a table.

Why must time slow when things like this happen? It was so quiet you could audibly hear the click of claws on the floor.

Lowing herself into her seat she looked around for any utensil. The scrape of metal on metal brought her gaze toward the opposite side of the table, a fork had been placed before her; yet no one was near. Her best bet? Flash.

Robin's long sleeve hovered over the fork before wrapping the cold metal in the extra cloth; the atmosphere was suddenly so tense the fork could have cut the very air. With her free sleeve Robin gently removed the veil from the inside of her coat; the fresh air loosened some tension. Yet the whole room took a breath.

The first item of food the fork came in contact with was a meaty portion of meatloaf; Robin could feel her mouth begin to water. With a slow deliberate moment she brought the fork up beneath the veil, sliding the warming metal between her powerful jaws. When the room finally realized that Robin had no intention of removing her coverings, the room let out their collective breaths.

Robin licked her smiling maw, they may be disappointed but at least they had now gone back to their own devices. In face as she worked deeper into her food she felt a presence sit beside her, she paid the person not a moment of her time; if they wanted to talk they would undoubtedly speak their mind. When she was almost done with her meal he spoke.

"She's cute, right?" the Flash.

"What?" Robin turned her head sharply toward the young man

"Supergirl," Flash smiled in a way that said he thought he knew what was going on.

"I guess," Robin was unsure of what Flash was getting at.

"Oh I saw you staring," Flash nudged Robin with his elbow, winking, "don't deny it."

"Flash, sometimes I am not sure how immature you are," Robin stood stiffly, tray in hand and walked over to the garbage can.

"You're gay aren't you?!" Flash almost sounded astonished, his voice carrying across the cafeteria, again all motion ceased.

"If I were, would that be a problem?" Robin was beginning to tire of Flash, if she were to deny her being gay…or enlighten him of her true gender more questions and accusations would follow.

"No…"

"Then I see no point in continuing," With that Robin left the cafeteria with the flick of her coat.

After Robin left a low murmur of voices started up and one leaguer leaned over to Flash.

"You really think he's gay?"

"I'm not sure," The Flash stood staring at the door, "but like he said, would it really matter?" to himself, Flash wasn't sure, would it really matter?

Robin was in the process of heading back to her room, thoughts full of what had just taken place. Not only were people itching to see what she was hiding, they thought she was a guy…and potentially gay. So when the alarm sounded and robin was jerked out of her thoughts, she was more than grateful.

"Batman, Flash, Wonder Woman, report to Transportation pad," The Martian's voice resounded over the sound system. Robin knew he could have just used his mind; he must be doing it to keep the 'guest' in on things. "Details will be waiting," the intercom buzzed as the message ended.