Three weeks had passed since the founding members of the Teen Titans decided on the next generation. The time was spent getting into contact with the new members of the team, convincing mentors to approve of their membership, setting up the tower to the new generation's liking, and setting in place a schedule for them to be with the Titans and to be home. Unlike the original Titans, a few of the younger heroes would not be permanently living in the tower. They would still have rooms to spend the night, but Static, Blue Beetle, and Batgirl were going to be dividing time between the team and their home turf. Miss Martian and Wonder Girl had plans to spend almost all of their down time at the tower. Thankfully, the Justice League's teleportation technology meant that they could hop back and forth at a moment's notice.

After everything had been set up for the new team, they were finally ready to move in and become the new generation of the Teen Titans. Batgirl arrived early in the morning, and made her way to the common room. Raised in total isolation to be the perfect assassin, Batgirl was an expert at reading body movements, and could tell when people are lying just from subtle facial movements that most would never notice. This talent made her one of the best martial artists on the planet, rivaling the likes of Lady Shiva. The cost, however, was that she was unable to speak or read. The Batclan had been helping her learn, and while progress had been made, it was slow and secondary to fighting crime.

She took a seat at the couch and calmly waited for the others to arrive. Batgirl had never met the other members of her new team, and had little experience with anything above street-level crime and assassins. It took quite a bit of convincing, but Nightwing eventually got Batman to relent. Batgirl had no idea what Batman thought of any of the other members of the others, nor did she believe it was particularly positive. She did know that he was apathetic towards Changeling, and suspicious of Raven, though going from the dossiers she had read on both of them, she had no idea why. The dossiers on her peers seemed to indicate they were a fine bunch of young heroes. Right now, her primary concern wasn't with potentially poor teammates, but an anxious desire to know if they'd accept her. The Batclan did, but they weren't much of a standard for what most teens her age would think.

Looking over the room, she noted the large TV, kitchen, and the view of the city. The logic behind the tower was not lost on her. Setting up on an island, far from the city, and in plain view meant that revenge-driven villains were away from innocents, and the team could go all out against more dangerous threats. It had obvious downsides, but Nightwing always told her that everytime a maniac made an assault on the tower, it was worth it to not have them attacking the city to draw them out. The only other detail in the room to catch her attention had been a spider, sitting still in a corner near the roof.

It was two hours until another member of the team had arrived. She heard the door to the common room open and turned to see who it was. The newcomer was a black male, with dreads, and was dressed in a blue and yellow coat, with a shirt with lightning bolt on it. She recalled that this was Static, a relatively normal superhero from Dakota with powers over electromagnetism.

"Um, hi, I'm guessing your Batgirl?"

Batgirl nodded.

"And I suppose you're the only one here?"

She nodded again.

"Not much of a talker, are you?"

Yet another nod.

"I see, not how I pictured meeting you, but it's always an honor to meet somebody who works with Batman. Him and Robin doing ok?"

Once again, she nodded. It was strange to her, that despite her stature and unsettling mask that this boy was unphased by her in any way. He was at ease with her, and that was something she rarely found outside of the Batclan.

This time, it was only ten minutes until the next member of the team arrived. Another male, this time covered in a blue armor that looked somewhat like a bug. She knew this to be the Blue Beetle.

He stepped forward, ready to introduce himself. "No, I am not going to be vaporizing them, they're my teammates."

Batgirl guessed this would not be the last time she would be feeling utter confusion with this team. Thankfully, Static was there to ask the obvious question.

"Who are you talking to, and why do they want us vaproized?"

"Oh, don't worry. It's just the scarab that provides me with the weapons and armor I have. I have no idea why, but for some reason the previous Blue Beetle decided to make this thing intelligent and a psychopath. Don't worry though, I've kept it under control pretty well so far." Blue Beetle answered.

"I see. No offense, but I think I'm going to sleep with one eye open. Anyway, I'm Static, and that's Batgirl. She doesn't talk much."

Batgirl acknowledged herself with a nod.

"Right, hello! But where's the other one?"

"What other one?"

"Scarab's telling me there's somebody else here, but I don't see anyone besides you two."

"Maybe it's just picking up everybody in the tower?"

"Wouldn't there be more then, aren't Raven and Changeling here?"

"Maybe they're out? Could it just be wrong?"

"I don't think so, this isn't something the scarab ever gets wrong."

Only Batgirl noticed the door open. She tapped the boys to get their attention and pointed towards the door. There stood a green woman with red hair. This was Miss Martian, a newcomer to Earth, and the niece of the Martian Manhunter.

"Hi, I'm so excited to meet all of you! My uncle has told me so much about Earth, and all I've learned from watching your TV show makes coming here a dream come true for me."

Batgirl could tell that Miss Martian was obviously a good person. But this amount of cheeriness and excitability was unusual for the Batclan. The boys seemed to take it in stride though.

Static approached her with a smile, "Well, welcome to Earth, can't say I ever expected to say that to anyone."

Blue Beetle simply stared for a moment and simply muttered, "I'm so glad none of you can hear the scarab right now."

"Why, does it want you to blow her up too?"

"I can read your thoughts to find out!"

Blue Beetle seemed to shudder at that. "Something like that, and please don't."

Batgirl continued to sit in silence as the others talked. None of them showed any signs of being afraid of her, or any indication that they didn't want her around. She knew the martian could communicate through minds and wondered if they could communicate easier that way. Idle thoughts were put on hold, however, as the final member of the team entered the room.

"Great, I'm supposed to be the leader, and I'm the last one to arrive. I'm already doing an amazing job."

This was Wonder Girl. The other members of the team knew from the start that she had been chosen as the team's leader, and considering only Batgirl had anywhere near the amount of experience she did, it made sense at the time. Now, however, she simply looked like an unmotivated teenager that was already doubting herself.

There was an awkward silence as none of the members of the group were sure where to go from there. Finally, the silence was broken by the most unlikely person to do so.

"Hi" Batgirl said.

"Wait, you can talk?" Static asked in shock. The others were just as surprised.

"Little"

"I see you're all here now." came a new voice. The team turned to the source and saw that Raven had teleported herself in between the couch and the TV while everyone else was distracted. "We'll begin the orientation shortly."

"Wait, where's Changeling? The scarab's still telling me there should be one more person in here, but I don't see him anywhere."

"He's been in here since before Batgirl arrived. Right over there." She pointed towards the corner where the spider was sitting. It quickly scurried down the wall, and morphed into Changeling's regular form.

"Hey, dudes!" he waved.

Raven rolled her eyes, "I see we're going to have to work on area awareness."