Before they knew it, the Titans found themselves aboard the JLA watchtower. Eyes wide as saucers, they looked about in awe at the technical splendor before them. The smooth, sleek architectural layout, the large windows filled with light-years of deep, starry space along with the sheer size of it all gave the Watchtower a sort of technological beauty.
"Oh man," gushed Cyborg, running up to one of the windows and pressing his face against the glass like a five-year-old eyeing a puppy. "We're on the Watchtower. We're actually on the Watchtower."
"Dude, this is awesome," exclaimed Beast Boy before turning to Cyborg. "How come you never built anything like this?"
Cyborg only grumbled something about "smartass, little, green punks" in response.
Nightwing, not being as easily impressed as his teammates, decided it was time to get down to business.
"So, why exactly did you bring us here, Superman?" he asked, making sure to sound respectful.
"You may not have been aware of this, but for a long time the Justice League has kept a close eye on all of you," he replied. "We've watched you grow from a group of bold, ambitious youngsters into a team of men and women the whole world can be proud of. You're dedication to truth and justice is exactly what makes for truly excellent heroes and you're commitment to one another combined with your ability to function as a cohesive unit is nothing short of amazing.
The Titan's listened to Superman's speech in quiet awe. Never, in their lives had they ever received such an endorsement.
"It is for these reasons that we've decided to invite you all to become full time members of the Justice League."
Cyborg's excitement was palpable. He could not believe that this was actually happening, that Superman himself was actually standing in front of him asking him to become a member of the most elite group of heroes on the entire planet.
"This is incredible," he bellowed excitedly.
"Glorious," smiled Starfire, clasping her hands together.
Beast Boy, grinning from ear to ear, threw an arm around Raven.
"This is it, Rave. The big time," he said while waving his hand in front of them in a dramatic fashion.
Raven blushed deeply and then knocked his arm off her shoulder.
Nightwing; however, did not share in his teammates excitement. This was due to one simple question that was gnawing at the back of his mind.
"Bruce is okay with this?" he asked suddenly.
Superman, obviously expecting the question, only paused for a moment before responding.
"Bruce isn't the only person whose opinion matters around here," the man of steel replied firmly. "Everyone has a say and it was decided that each of you deserves a place here."
Despite Superman's answer, Nightwing didn't feel any less uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Superman decided to try and ease the young man's mind somewhat.
"But I don't want any of you deciding yet. First I want to show you around and get you used to the idea of how things work up here."
The rest of the Titans, delighted at the idea of a grand tour of the famous JLA Watchtower, opted to do just that.
So for an hour or so, Superman brought them from floor to floor, showing them everything there was to see. This included the power generator, the combat simulator, the teleporters, their communications system and the barracks for over night stays aboard the tower.
Along the way, he offered to answer any and all questions they had. Cyborg had a great deal of technical questions that the man of steel assured J'onn or Mr. Terrific could answer for him later.
Starfire, excited at the prospect of new allies and a new environment zipped about like a bird, gazing in childlike wonder at all the Watchtower had to offer.
Beast Boy simply took in the tour, exclaiming a "dude" or a "cool" every now and then as he walked along side Raven who mostly remained silent, not really wishing to make a spectacle of herself.
Nightwing also remained almost entirely silent other than exchanging simple pleasantries whenever they would pass by a fellow hero. He knew that Superman was doing his best to make them feel welcome, but regardless he just could not relax.
Starfire sensing her boyfriend's distress began hovering along side him as he walked.
"Dick, what is wrong? She asked, worry shining in her eyes. "You seem upset."
"It's…nothing."
Starfire of course knew right away it wasn't nothing.
"It is not nothing," she insisted. "It is something. Please tell-"
Starfire was cut off when the Batman himself suddenly appeared.
Everything seemed to stop as the dark knight approached Superman, only stopping momentarily to throw a quick look at Nightwing.
"Clark, I need to speak with you," said Batman, his voice dripping with authority.
"I'm just about done here," replied Superman.
"Now," retorted the Bat plainly.
The Titans noted the tension in the air and responded only with quiet observation.
Superman frowning slightly at Batman's attitude decided to quickly wrap things up.
"So that's pretty much all there is to see. The cafeteria is right down the hall if you're hungry or you can feel free to take another look around for yourselves. When you feel you're all ready to make a decision come see me in the conference room."
With that, Superman made his exit, following Batman.
Cyborg, brushing off the hostility of a few seconds ago, was the first to speak.
"Well I don't know about ya'll, but I'm going to go get another look at that control room. I'll catch you guys later."
With that, he made his exit.
"Well I'm going to get me something to eat," announced Beast Boy. "Raven?"
Feeling that there were things that really needed discussing between the two of them (And because she had barely eaten anything all day), Raven decided to take Beast Boy up on his offer and followed him to the cafeteria.
This just left Starfire and Nightwing.
"So, you want to take a walk around the tower?" asked Nightwing politely, hoping to avoid their previously interrupted discussion.
Starfire only folded her arms.
"Perhaps later," she said. "Right now I wish to know what is bothering you. Why are you not happy that we were asked to join this Justice League?"
Nightwing, realizing the alien woman wasn't going to drop this, decided he had no choice but to be honest.
"It's not that," he began, looking down at the floor. "It's just I can tell Bruce…Batman isn't exactly ecstatic that I've been invited here."
"But why would he not be?" asked Starfire innocently. "You have often spoken highly of the Batman. Why would he not wish you be here?"
Nightwing took a moment before answering.
"Batman's always been a difficult man to understand. He's also very difficult to satisfy. As a result, things have been kind of strained between us in recent years and for whatever reason I'm not entirely sure he wants me here."
Even after so much time together, Stafire still had a hard time determining when exactly Nightwing needed her support and when he needed space. In this particular situation she guessed that the former was most appropriate. So, linking her arm in his and placing a soft kiss on his cheek, she led him down the hall, resting her head on his shoulder. When he didn't pull away, she figured she had guessed right.