Robin takes me to the tower and when we get there, we sneak to his room.

''Nice place.'' His room consists of a bed with grey covers, grey wall paint, a beige carpet, his closet full of uniforms and civi-clothes, and a small window.

''Basic is best.'' He rummages through his closet and pulls out a ton of clothing and a few pairs of shoes. ''Wear something from this,'' He gestures at the mountain of clothes. ''And get rid of that jumpsuit.'' He walks out of the room to inform everyone to meet him in the living room.

Hmm...Does he have any skate shoes?

I managed to fit his oversized clothes on, a grey, muscle shirt, some socks, thank the Gods, a pair of red sneakers, and some dark, blue jeans. I bring my prison uniform over to the window, open the window, and throw a burning jumpsuit out of Titans' Tower.

As I walk to the main room, I can hear an argument going on.

First a younger voice, ''It's my turn!''

''Too bad! You snooze you lose!'' The other yells with authority.

''Gimme the controller!''

''No way, man!''

''Cy come-on!''

''BB, I'll toss you out that window!''

I sneak in to see what's going on. Turns out a scrawny, green kid's trying to nab a game controller from a half-metal, half-human...human.

I'm watching them fight from what seems to be the left doorway, since I can see another across from me. Hey, they've got a kitchen! I only take a single step when some really tan and really tall girl with a huge curtain of red hair smashes into me from behind, I go flying across the living room like a scene from E.T. I stare mid flight at the two arguing Titans as they stare back at me. I'm guessing that they have a lot of 'uninvited guests,' but Cyborg immediately blasts me with his sonic gun and I go flying through the window, and fall out of the tower and down to the rocks below.

I swear until the ground slams into my head.

''Ah!'' Turns out I fell right next to the person I was originally looking for. The back of my head was what broke my fall, so I don't blame Raven for thinking I was K.I.A..

''Oh...Azar...Ah!'' I think I might of scared her by sitting up with half my head crumpled, smashed, and bleeding. I start to heal myself, when suddenly my headache started to abate and then came smashing back. ''Ow! Are you...okay?''

I glance back at her, ''Hmm? Oh, yeah! Takes more than,"I look up, ''A six story drop to clock me out...'' I try and stand but slip and slide down the rocks. By 'slip and slide' I mean tumble and cuss. I land on my back in a 'snap-back' style on a some kind of computer terminal, and bounce off onto the sand below. I'm guessing that the terminal wasn't supposed to withstand falling teenagers crashing into it.

I must of triggered a training course or Tower defense, but as I stood up I noticed a couple bots holding guns. All of them are aiming at me and I have no idea what in Hades is going on.

I jump at the first one and let my claws sing harmony to his robotic neck. I take cover behind the busted bot as his buddies open fire. I use his corpse as a battering ram and charge the group. A few roll to the sides and open fire at me, the rest fall on their backs. The ones opening fire start hitting each other when I jump back out of the cross fire. I tear into my left forearm and create a large shield made from blood, I plant it in the ground and use that for cover. As the lead dances on my shield, I look around for something use. I went back too far to grab a rifle and if I keep hiding they'll start flanking. Wait...they've stopped firing, I listen as they change mags. ''Yeah, but no.'' I kick my shield out of its holding place so that it collides with these psycho droids. I got lucky, the impact disarmed most of them. I run at the group, and as they try shooting, I slide in between the group, jump up, and clothesline two of them. Before the react initiative program activates, I grab two of them and let my claw sink into their heads. I kick one to the dirt, hip-throw another, and curb stomp one of them that's still prone. Three left, two on the ground, one just grabbed me from behind. He lets his gun paint my back with bullets. I use my blood to form and send spikes out of my back and into his face. I turn around and see the other two getting up, I walk over to one and bring my foot down of the back of his neck, breaking it. Now the other has gotten to his feet, I kick the gun out of his hands and let him taste a few of my knuckles from the West-side.