Well... My computer crashed, and... Let's not talk about that. *thinks of all her lost, lovely files...*

Edit: Ha, That computer is gone now. I lent it to my homeboy to look for work, but he got arrested. No files at all, now! Heh.

And then, I just didn't feel like writing again, for like a month.

Edit: How about five years, asshole I used to be? Also, you suck, old me, I had to just delete ten stories.

Sorry, guise…

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BeastBoy awoke in darkness. Initially, he wondered why no one had come to get him for training, but then remembered the insane amount of fighting they had done. He stretched and got up to go to the bathroom. The SladeBot that had hidden under his bed whirred to life, focused in on him, and scuttled to a spot on the ceiling, above the doorjamb. Almost every angle was visible from here, no cloaking was necessary. It peeked into the cracked door. The changeling was nude, and it scuttled, very swiftly and quietly, into the bathroom, using a cloak to hide itself.

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Slade watched the screens. Titans Tower was completely under his surveillance. All but the green one were asleep, so he opened the young man's file, and watched, and listened.

Soft breathing, then the shower water. He used a zoom function, and examined the boy from seven different frequencies. Interesting..

He almost gasped, but a despicably evil smirk crossed his face under the mask as he saw the wounds. Plasmus had no claws. Overload didn't leave scratches, but electrical burns, and he'd watched the footage. RedX had gotten no shots at BeastBoy. These were older, too. The boy healed fast.

Self-mutilation was a symbol of self-depreciation and hatred. Something that could easily be manipulated and made into something new and fantastic. Slade grinned. Oh… This was wonderful.

He turned his attention to the Boy Wonder's camera. The SladeBot had detected something in his room.

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As water began to move in the pipes, Robin woke from an uneasy doze. He had forgotten to turn on the volume equalizers that would help him sleep. The exhausted teen stood, and got up, going to his computer. Once he woke up, it took too long to fall back asleep... Might as well work.

He logged onto his PC, and began compiling data into a networking program he'd built. He was trying to find reasons as to why what happened.. Had happened. On the side, he checked his networking sites, email, and tried to find something funny on YouTube.

Nothing seemed to make him smile, and he sighed.

The SladeBot, being much more advanced, recorded the brainwaves Robin let off. Negative ones... Slade would be pleased. It refocused its cameras, zooming in on his face, to record more concise information. It also used a shortwave hacking signal to snoop into what Robin was doing on the computer. Slade, as a technological and strategic genius, was quite interested in Robin's personal life.

Suddenly, the brain waves picked up. The SladeBot flagged the sites and times as important as it relayed the information to the receptor Bot in the base of the tower, which was streaming live to Slade's computer.

He was looking at the vacation pictures they'd taken last year. Really, it was about time for a break again, Robin thought vacantly, looking at the smiling Titans (save Raven... But at least she wasn't frowning.) They had stayed with Bruce for a week in Florida. It had actually been really fun, staying there a week in February… BeastBoy looked really happy in this one. He clicked through the pictures, and noted that he looked significantly happier. Something was different.

Robin squinted, and noted certain things about Garfield's smiles and body language. "Hm," he thought to himself, and then clicked a much more recent photo. The body language... The eyes, the grin, the hair, the way he held himself, simply… Everything, really was different. He doubted he would have noticed it if he hadn't seen the teen's eyes earlier.

The SladeBot flagged almost this entire ten minutes, because of the erratic happy-unhappy brainwaves.

Robin sighed, and thought maybe it was time to ask Bruce if they could come out there, again.

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I'm hungry...

Edit: Ha, old me, I currently have homemade vegetarian burritos and a Yuengling. Also, fuck your commas and your weird sentence structure.