The sun was out and the sky was a cloudless, beautiful blue. A cool breeze was blowing in, though it took nothing away from how warm the day was. The sea stretched out in all directions, ending at the horizon.

With a confident spring in her step, Dinah couldn't help the smile that was on her face. Her sundress danced about her legs as she moved, ruffling somewhat with the breeze. Her wide-brimmed sun hat was perched perfectly on top of her head. The marina was filled with boats around her, the sound of water splashing up against the dock filling her ears.

To the untrained eye, she was a beautiful woman visiting for a stay on the beach and maybe a jaunt onto the open water. To be honest, that felt like a great idea to her considering all that was happening back home. A day or two of R&R in the Florida Keys was not the worst idea she ever had.

However, she was working, so maybe if there was some time left after the job, she could take some time to work on her tan. Right now she and her partner were meeting up with their friends at the marina, the preassigned rendezvous point.

Of course, the picture of her vacationing was slightly ruined by the moody teenager trailing behind her. Red Robin—or Tim as she knew him since there was little point in disguising themselves on the plane; if you couldn't trust a fellow vigilante, then who would you trust?—was playing the part of a sullen kid. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his red shorts, the T-shirt he wore proudly proclaimed he was an avid watcher of Yo Gabba Gabba.

Dinah figured he was more annoyed with the shirt than anything else.

It wasn't her fault that was the only shirt they could find on short notice—read: on the plane. Dinah had made a mental note to ask Ollie where he had gotten it the next time she saw him. There had to be an embarrassing story behind it.

Back to the matter at hand, though. As much as she was enjoying herself, Tim's grumpiness was starting to put a damper on her own mood. Turning her head so that she could look at him from behind her sunglasses, she asked, "Isn't this great? Sun, the ocean, and all the alcohol you can buy without a valid ID?"

"Yeah, sure," Tim grumbled.

Dinah raised an eyebrow. "You gonna be a wet towel while we're here?"

"I don't see why I have to wear this stupid shirt. There were other ones I could've worn."

"And none of them fit you. Sorry, kid, but Arrow is bigger than you. Unless you wanted to wear a tent and make people look at you oddly, this was the best that we have."

"I would've preferred the tent."

The blonde woman came to a stop and turned to face the teen. With a hand on her hip she questioned point blank, "And what is so bad about Yo Gabba Gabba?"

Okay, admittedly it was a show for toddlers and that definitely clashed with the edginess today's youth wanted to convey. However, she didn't think Tim was that self-absorbed. He seemed like a kid that had his head on straight for the most part. This image-consciousness was strange.

"Nothing, I guess. It's just that if it were just you and me, I wouldn't care."

"Uh huh," she pressed, moving both of her arms to cross over her chest, an expectant expression on her face. He was going to tell her what was wrong whether he liked it or not.

"It's just…" he trailed off.

"Oh look! It's Friend Robin!" a voice suddenly exclaimed.

The grumpy look on Tim's face soured further. "Them," he grunted.

Turning to look where Tim was and also finding the source of the voice that recognized him, Dinah found a group of people ambling towards them. The first thing she focused on was this tall redhead who was damn good-looking. Dinah had no qualms with giving credit where it was due and that orange-skinned woman was a knockout.

But then the rest of the group drew her attention, starting with the strangest of them all: a short kid with green skin. He was dressed much like Tim, and was just as moody-looking. His arms were crossed over his chest as he trudged in front of a much larger guy, who was decked out in a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head.

To either side of the boys were two girls, one of them a rather pretty blonde and the other a very pale dark-haired girl. While the blonde was dressed for the occasion in a tight shirt and shorts, the pale girl was wearing a large tent of a T-shirt. You could just make out the calves of her legs emerging from beneath the hem of the shirt.

And then they spoke.

It was the blonde who started things. "Hey, Red," she greeted, a smirk on her face. "Did you bring your mom with you on this little trip?"

That caused Dinah to raise an eyebrow. Mom? Did she look like someone's mom? Certainly not Tim's. Maybe an older sister, but never a mom.

The green-skinned boy perked up at the sight of her. "Oh man, I wish I had a mom that looked like her. Red, you dog!"

"She's not my mom, guys," Tim protested, his face becoming flushed from the attention.

That's when the redhead suddenly darted in front of him. "Friend Robin!" she exclaimed once more. "Your face has taken on a peculiar shade of redness. Is your white skin burning from the exposure from Earth's sun? We must rub on you the cream of sun protection before you burst into flames!"

Dinah slowly turned her head to give Tim a strange stare. These were the people that were going to help them infiltrate a prison?

"That's enough, guys," the sullen teen tried to dismiss. "We have work to—"

"Oh my god!" the blonde girl suddenly cried out. "Is that Yo Gabba Gabba on your shirt? It is! I had no idea!" she laughed, her peals of laughter carrying throughout the marina.

"Hey, don't feel too bad," the hoodie-wearing teen tried to comfort the sour-looking Tim, even though there was an obvious trace of humor in his voice. "Green Bean here is also a fan."

A quick glance to the green-skinned skin told Dinah that the kid in question also was wearing a Yo Gabba Gabba shirt, though he was doing a better job at covering it with his arms. In response, Green Bean tightened his arms over his chest. "I still don't see why I had to wear this shirt," he complained. "Why couldn't one of you wear it?"

"Because it was the only one that would fit you," the taller male responded. "It certainly wasn't in my size."

Dinah suddenly felt Tim's eyes on her. It seemed he picked up on the same reasoning she had given him.

She mentally sighed. This conversation was going literally nowhere. She was going to have to bring it around to their original objective. "Alright, I think we've spent enough time embarrassing the boys. I think we should get acquainted with each other."

It seemed the looks she saw on Tim's friends' faces agreed with her statement, save for the blonde girl's. She had this expression that promised all sorts of teasing coming towards Tim.

"Oh! Is this the part where we give our names, or the names we give as codes?" the red-haired woman asked.

For once, the dark-haired girl spoke, using a bland tone. "We will be using aliases considering the chosen profession of Red Robin and his friend."

"Understood! I am called Starfire, Red Robin and Red Robin's mother!"

Dinah once again looked to Tim. "They don't give up, do they?"

"You have no idea."

It seemed the dark-haired girl shared their exasperation. "You can call me Rachel. The big guy is Cyborg, the little one is Green Bean, and the girl over there is—"

"Stop!' the blonde girl interrupted. "I can give my own fake name, thank you very much."

"Very well, what is your fake name?"

The girl froze for a moment, her blue eyes wide as she tried to think. "Umm, you can call me...uhh...Cassandra?"

"Or Wonder Girl," Green Bean piped up. "That's what we all call her."

"Shut it, Bean Sprout!"

It was Tim's turn to give Cassandra/Wonder Girl a look, one of his eyebrows raised. However, he didn't stay quiet for long. "Thanks for getting all of that out of the way," he said before he held a hand out to Dinah. "This is Black Canary, guys. She's one of the top vigilantes in Gotham, so please treat her with some respect."

"Really? One of the top ones?" Green Bean questioned. "Does that mean she's met…" he trailed off before he spoke in an even quieter tone, "Batman?"

Dinah couldn't help but roll her eyes. Don't tell her, there were some Bat-fans in this group. Weren't these kids from the West Coast? How had they become fans from all the way over there?

It seemed the Cyborg guy was in on the fandom. "Seriously? Have you worked with the Bat too?"

"Ugh, boys," Cassandra/Wonder Girl groaned.

Dinah straightened out her posture. Long gone was her casual vacation girl and in its place was the Leader of the Birds of Prey. "Now is not the time or place to talk about these things," she said in a commanding tone, one that caught Tim's friends off guard, causing the boys to flinch and Wonder Girl to jump. Rachel seemed unaffected and Starfire was just looking at her with a large smile on her face. "Right now we're on an assignment and our first order of business is to obtain transport to Santa Prisca."

There was a silent moment before the level-headed Rachel spoke, "Seeing as we are looking for an island, we should use a boat. That way we have a base of operations and not have to worry about the concerns of a plane."

"Umm, and where are we going to get a boat?" Cyborg questioned.

Rachel gave the tall man a look. "We are in a marina. There's plenty to choose from here."

"Hey, we're not stealing a boat," Tim protested.

"Then how else do you propose we get one? I highly doubt someone will sell one to us, or even let us rent one."

Dinah had to admit, this Rachel girl had a point. So they were just going to have to temporarily borrow one.

"Oooh, oooh!" Green Bean began to chant as he pointed to something. "How about that one? That one looks like a good one!"

Turning her head, the blonde woman found...a yacht. A really big yacht, actually. One with the logo of Wayne Enterprises painted onto its hull.

Well, if they were ever to take something from someone, at least they knew that someone could afford it.

"Things are great, mom. A couple guys are annoying me, but so far I'v been having the time of my life," Tim spoke into the phone, staring out into the ocean. Or was it a sea? He never could remember where a sea ended and an ocean began. "Of course I'm careful. Yes. Yes. We're going to be heading to Metropolis soon. Maybe we'll get to see Superman."

It should be obvious by now what he was doing. A guy like him, still living with his parents, needed to have a cover story. It had to be one that they would buy into, and of course had absolutely nothing to do with Gotham, which is where he really was. More of the lying, separating both his day and night lives, was sometimes a pain, but it had to be done.

It had been really clever to say it was a school-sponsored trip, one that would take him to the east coast to see all the sights, as well as get kids interested in what they wanted to do after graduation. So all the business centers were covered, depending on safety, because every summer program had to promise it.

And if you were wondering if such a thing existed, well, it maybe, probably did, but the one his parents knew about was totally fabricated. It paid to have a guy like Victor around. Thanks to the digital age, it was so easy to create something so fraudulent.

"Don't worry, I don't think there's going to be a giant robot or monster or end of the world thing happening while we're there. Worse place we're going to is Lexcorp and that place is one of the safest places in the city so long as you don't wander away from the tour. Come on, Mom, maybe I could get some superpowers from some kind of accident. Alright, alright, I won't do that.

"Okay, I gotta go. I'll talk with you later, alright? Don't worry, I'll post something. Okay. Okay. Alright, bye."

There. Cover story still in one piece.

Now to get back to the others.

It had been a couple of days since they had left the Keys, heading on a straight course to Santa Prisca. Yeah, the mission was a serious one, but dang, they had scored with the yacht. It was very comfy, had more than enough space for seven people, an autopilot, and a swimming pool of all things.

That last one seemed a bit redundant since the boat had to be on a body of water and all. Rich people made no sense sometimes. It was a shame they were going to have to give it back at some point. Even though Bruce Wayne seemed like a nice guy when he wasn't scoring with supermodels, Tim didn't think the guy would like it if one of his boats went missing because a bunch of teens—with adult supervision—jacked it on a not-so-pleasure cruise to one of the armpits of the world.

So yeah, not looking forward to it.

Still, it was hard to tell they were even on the water. The boat barely shook as its engine purred and pushed them through the relatively calm waters. Up above, the sun shined down mercilessly, not a cloud in the sky to provide any relief. And let's not forget about how hot it was. The salt water around him was looking very appealing if it meant a quick way to cool off.

But he needed to check on the others, especially to make sure that they hadn't driven Dinah crazy yet. From the few experiences he had with her, he knew the older woman—why did he feel a chill suddenly go up his back?—was a team player, willing to roll with whatever came her way. That said, he had no idea how she would manage handling a group of teens with no way to escape them.

Making his way to the front of the yacht where the redundant swimming pool was located, he found that this seemed to be the place where everyone was hanging around. On the bow was none other than Kori, who looked like she was enjoying herself. She had commented earlier how she enjoyed the heat, saying it reminded her of home.

Then she had remarked that this was a temperature that was close to freezing on Tamaran. If he had any desire to actually go to that planet, they were effectively killed off.

Opposite of the deck, reclined in one of the deck chairs was Cassie, who seemed to be taking the opportunity to get some sunbathing in. He had no idea she had such skimpy swimwear on her and how revealing it was. It kinda made him hot under the collar of the goddamn shirt he was still wearing.

Rachel was keeping to the shadier part, curled up with a rather thick book. It was best not to ask what it was about. Nearby was Victor, still in his streetwear. He was crouched a respectable distance from the swimming pool, but he was doing something. Tim couldn't tell from this angle, but what was he…? Wait, was that a green dolphin in the pool? Yes, yes it was. So there was Garfield, taking advantage of the pool set up. The guy could probably swim alongside the yacht, so why not? It better not be something stupid like he didn't know how to swim because his current form begged to differ.

But wait, where was Dinah? Oh there, she was on the starboard side. That side was starboard, right? Tim didn't know his boat jargon real well. Instead of using one of the deckchairs, she was leaning against the railing, facing the ocean. From this angle, it looked like she was staring off into space, but her body language was saying something completely different.

"Yo! Restaurant Man! Come on in! The water's fine!" And that was Garfield, still in dolphin form, inviting him into the pool. A fin patted the water, as if trying to encourage him to take a dip.

"Think I'll pass," Tim said. He had a feeling that the water wasn't fine. The green kid probably was trying to dunk someone underwater for "fun."

"Come on, don't be a spoiled sport," Victor cajoled. "I don't know if I'm water proof, but if I am, I'd be in there. 'Sides, look at him. No one else wants to swim with a dolphin."

"Because we've more important things to do," Cassie called out. Then she added, "I don't think Red does, though."

Choosing to ignore the dig, because if there was one thing Cassie loved doing more than anything, it seemed, it was taking digs at him. He had learned to grow a thicker skin thanks to them. "She's right, we do have more important things."

"Not that I'm complaining, but don't we have something to do back in your hometown?" Now the dark-haired teen was getting a look from a dolphin of all things.

But he knew what the green shape-shifter was hinting at. "The guy left town when shit hit the fan. If he's smart, he won't show up until things calm down. I got a friend doing their best to track him down, but in the meantime, this is something that can't wait."

"Yeah, you haven't really been giving us much to work with," Victor stated. "All we know is that you need help and that we're heading to some place in the Caribbean that none of us have ever heard of. What's the deal?"

"Cyborg raises a good point," Raven commented, never taking her eyes off of her book.

Tim thought about it for a moment. "You want the long version, or the short version?"

"Neither, I prefer to watch the movie instead." Another barb from Cassie, thanks.

"There's a movie?!" Garfield gasped, reverting instantly to his humanoid form, pointed ears and all.

"That wasn't literal," Victor explained.

"But why did she talk about a movie?" Garfield asked.

"She wants a shorter version of the short version."

"Ah."

"Fine, we're going to infiltrate a prison that the guy who beat up Batman came from to try and get some dirt on him so that the other vigilantes in Gotham can use it to take him down," Tim said as concisely as possible. "Yes, it will be dangerous. Yes, we are trying to keep a low profile. And yes Cassie—andra, I will owe you another one so don't get smug."

"Dude, you mean we're taking on Bane?" Garfield squeaked. That squeak was not out of fear, but more out of excitement.

"No, we're not. Just getting dirt on him," Tim repeated.

"You sure? Because I think we can take him," the green teen said.

"So did everyone else, even Batman. It didn't end well for him, so everyone is playing it safe. And how do you even know that his name is Bane?" Yes, Tim had noticed how Garfield flat out stated Bane's name without needing to ask what it was.

"How else? Internet," he shrugged his shoulders. "It's all over the place too. You can't not know what he did."

"He's right. I can't get on without some clip of that guy throwing Batman into the streets," Victor confirmed.

"Yeah, the rest of us with ears know. You won't stop talking about it either," Cassie grumbled, attracting Tim's attention.

"There a story behind that?"

"Yeah, Tin Man and his idiot of a dolphin are Batman fanboys. You do the math," the blonde teen retorted.

"Hey, Batman's cool!" Garfield retorted, as if that was all that needed to be said. "Hey, if we help out, think we can get his autograph?"

"I don't think he does autographs," Tim said with uncertainty. Plus, getting one was not going to happen, what with him also being MIA.

"You sure? But people get autographs from the Flash all the time! Superman too! I think there's a Green Lantern one too, but think, if we get Batman's, that'd be more valuable than...than...hey, Cyborg? What's the most valuable thing out there?" The shape-shifter was turning to his metal bro.

"I think it's that new stuff, Supermanium. Either that, or Nth Metal," Victor shrugged his titanium shoulders.

"Both of those stuff!" And now Garfield was turning back to him. "It'd be more valuable than those things. Not that anyone would sell it because that's Batman's autograph and you don't sell Batman's autograph because it's Batman's freaking autograph!"

"Would you mind keeping it down already?" Whoa, that was Dinah, and she looked like she had had enough of the banter. "Don't make me raise my voice."

"We can talk about this later," Tim agreed hastily. "First thing's first, we gotta get to this prison then get down to business. After we're all safe and, you know, not dead, we can...talk about it."

"If you still have eardrums to hear," Dinah muttered.

A shame no one else seemed intimidated by that.

A couple days later, it seemed like Dinah was about to make good on her threat. It was a good thing then that they saw land.

That meant it was time to put the work clothes on. No more fun in the sun. Time to put on a serious face. It would be inside the yacht itself that their battle plan would be drawn up. Hopefully it wouldn't be like the last time.

"This is our target, Peña Duro prison," Black Canary announced to the group in her black leather and fishnet getup. Both Cyborg and Garfield had stared at her until threatened with bodily harm by Wonder Girl. "Based on what we know, this place is old, like back when it was still being colonized old. So there's not going to be a lot of electronics to be hacked here. Our primary goal is to get in and do reconnaissance. We need to find where they keep the files on the prisoners inside.

"According to the blueprints, the most likely place for the files will be here in their archives, close to where the prison chapel is." She circled a finger around the general area on the printout. "Because this is a prison, they will have security. That means we have to keep our eyes peeled and do nothing to alert anyone that we're there."

There were nods around, and Red Robin was glad that this was being taken seriously. Being stuck on this boat for so long had given them all some cabin fever and everyone was brimming with unused energy. The chance to use it was too tempting to do something stupid and mess it up. The masked teen took the chance to take in the sight of his teammates.

Wonder Girl was in that tight, red leotard with golden gauntlets, boots, and shoulder guards. Next to her was Raven whose body was covered with her dark blue, almost purple cloak. Beneath that was the black leotard and an odd-looking belt that seemed to consist of a series of semi-spherical jewels of a dark red color.

Victor stood post near the door, nothing but silver-colored metal and devoid of all his street clothes. The red lens of his left eye gleamed in the artificial light, not at all obscured by natural sunlight.

Between himself and those three, their "costumes" if your could call them that had changed little. Starfire and, as he insisted on being called, Beast Boy had done a bit of a number to their crime fighting wardrobe—and somehow on a limited budget.

Starfire had rid herself of the slave outfit her Gordanian slavers had forced on her and currently she wore a tight outfit of purples and silvers. Her upper torso was a sleeveless purple leotard with a silver-colored collar, her lower arms covered in silver clothe-based bracers and bracelets on both of her biceps. Her legs were clad in thigh-high purple boots allowing a little orange skin to peek out around her upper legs.

As for Beast Boy—though Black Canary kept calling him Green Bean—his was a tight-fitting white and red assemble. A jumpsuit would be one way to put it. Like Starfire's, it was sleeveless, his lower arms covered in fingerless, elbow length gloves, also tight-fitting. For some reason, he liked to unzip the collar around his neck and let it flop about.

"Before we make landfall, we're going to need to know if it is safe to," Black Canary continued with the briefing. "One of us has to scout ahead and make sure there's no patrols. I know the place is located on a cliff, but there is a place nearby and low to the water that we can get to. That might be watched and we need to know."

"Ooh, ooh! Pick me! I can do it!" Beast Boy volunteered, raising an arm up and practically wavering it.

"No," Black Canary shot him down, not even sparing the green teen a look.

"Aww, why not?"

"Because whoever goes needs to be able to shut their mouths for longer than five seconds. You can't so it's not you."

"You have any thoughts?" Red Robin spoke up quickly, hoping to prevent any more back and forth complaining that would pretty much do nothing more than waste time.

"Is there anybody here who can get to that beach unseen, be able to look for anyone who might be patrolling, and do so without being caught?" Black Canary was making eye contact with him as she spoke.

"Other than the one you already ruled out, I can think of four people. Starfire, Rav—Rachel, and Wonder Girl can all fly. I could go myself, if you want," he offered.

"I rather you stay here. As for the other three, anyone want to volunteer?" Now the black-clad vigilante was turning her sights on the three females mentioned.

"I would volunteer my services," Starfire spoke up, the first to do so, "I have experience keeping myself hidden from others; however, I worry that I would unnecessarily expose our undertaking should there be any of these patrols you speak of. If you decide I be the one to go, I shall."

At least she was honest. Red Robin couldn't fault her for that. However, he had a better candidate—

"Sorry, but if I run into anyone there, there will be noise," Wonder Girl dashed his hopes immediately. Giving him a pointed look, she added, "Just ask Red over here."

"Then I shall do it."

It took Red Robin a second to process that, but when he did, he was turning to Raven who didn't look like she had just volunteered herself for a potentially dangerous mission.

"You sure about this?" Cyborg asked.

"Like Starfire, I too have my own talents for keeping hidden. Unlike Wonder Girl, I can keep myself undiscovered should I be spotted. And lastly, I do know how to keep my mouth shut for longer than five seconds. I do believe I am overqualified for this," Raven listed out.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Black Canary pressed.

"Your concern is not necessary, but is appreciated. I can go at any time, but I believe it would be best if we can plan on what we do once we do make landfall. Where do we go next?" Raven assured while also moving forward the planning.

Black Canary stared at the cloaked teen for a moment before turning back to the print out. "There's a path that leads straight up to the prison. It goes through something called the Cavidad Oscuro and that will take us to our way in. Before anyone asks, no, I don't know what that means, but I'm betting there's a good reason why that part of the prison has its own name."

"Take this," Cyborg offered to Raven, holding out a small earpiece, one the size of an earbud. "Let us know when it's all clear."

Raven nodded as she took the small device. Expected by the teens, but not their older leader—there was that shiver again—their resident magic user was swallowed up by an orb of blackness that sank back into the couch she sat on.

In less than a second, there was no sign of her or her magic.

"What the hell was that?" Black Canary half wondered, half demanded.

"Short version, teleportation," Cyborg shrugged. "It's really cold, feels weird, but you get used to it."

"Speak for yourself," Beast Boy grumbled, doing his best to hide a pout, but not a shiver, as he looked away.

Smart enough not to simply appear in the middle of a beach, Raven made her return to this realm behind a grouping of crags, or a bunch of pointy rocks that stabbed out from the ocean. With the blandest look to have ever graced a teenager's face, the cloak-wearing girl peeked around her hiding spot and spied on the beach.

It was very dreary-looking, completely unkempt with vegetation, and no signs of life whatsoever. For most, that would be enough to call in, but she was more of a thorough type.

Pulling back behind the rocks, and continuing to levitate over the water below her, she closed her eyes and began to concentrate. First, she needed to get rid of the memory of Red Robin claiming she could fly, which is not what she did. As mentioned, she levitated. A big difference right there.

With ease, she squashed it down, along with anything else that might distract her, then began to extend her awareness out from her immediate vicinity to cover the beach area. Her powers were emotion based, which meant she was searching for any hint of emotions around her. Like sonar, she would get a ping if she found even the slightest bit of affect, whether it was happiness, anger, or even disgruntlement.

Her brow furrowed as she picked up on something that was further away. Immediately, she knew she didn't like its feel, and she was willing to bet that before the day was out, she would be getting up close and personal with it.

Focus on anything closer. Hmm. So far nothing. It was easy to ignore anything coming from the wildness based primarily on the simplicity of their minds. She was unable to detect the sign of any complex minds, meaning that for the time being no one was nearby.

Now for the next step. Keeping her eyes closed, she began to summon her magic, bending it to her will before casting it to wash over the beach. This was not a major spell that required an immense amount of magic—far from it. No, it was just something that would subtly influence anyone who happened to wander by to turn and leave, enhancing any convenient emotion that would lead to such an action. Fear, boredom, irritation, arrogance, anything that would prevent a person from being thorough to investigate this small stretch of sand would be exacerbated.

There. It was done. She gave it a moment to allow the magic to settle in before she reached to the earbud that Cyborg had given her.

"The area is secured. You may begin infiltration."

Ignoring any replies, Raven returned to scanning the area just in case. It would take some time for her teammates to arrive, even with the gifts of flight available to them.

Maybe it was a chill breeze, but she found herself looking up the cliff and towards Peña Duro itself, the prison complex ominous as it maintained its vigil. Already, the feelings of anger, of fear, pain, suffering, and something else radiated from the place. That was definitely the center of that far away sensation she had detected earlier. Already, she had a nasty feeling about that place.

To better prepare herself for what was to come, she shut her eyes and cleared her mind as soon as she could. Minutes later, she picked up a number of minds. They were moving closer to her location, and based on the direction from which they approached, it could only be the others. Nonetheless, she took a minute to complete her brief meditations before opening her eyes and searching for her comrades.

There they were. Keeping close to the waves, she could see Starfire carrying Cyborg and not looking the least bit like she was straining. Wonder Girl was transporting Black Canary, and Red Robin was using that unique cape of his to glide. Still, based on the distance between the island and their, ahem, borrowed boat, he shouldn't still be in the air. He was probably tethered to one of the others, most likely Wonder Girl since the blonde also had a rope feature that came with her armor. All that was left was Beast Boy, but he must have shifted into a bird so no further thought was spared for him.

Soon enough, the team had made landfall, and Raven was coming out from her cover to join them. So far, the operation was a success. Now for the next part.

"I can see the trail over there," Black Canary said. "We'll need to follow it up to the prison."

"Hey, aren't prisons suppose to have walls?" Well, well, looks like Beast Boy knew how to ask some good questions. While Raven had eyed the prison itself, she too had noticed a lack of walls.

"The walls are on the other side. Where we are right now is a smaller island that happens to be owned by a bigger island, so it's kinda like Alcatraz but with people still in it," Red Robin explained.

"And it hasn't been altered in a long time," Cyborg added before narrowing his one human eye. "That's weird."

"What is?" Black Canary asked, snapping her around to look at the half-robotic teen.

"I'm not picking up anything," the bulky male answered.

"And that means?" the tall blonde woman pressed.

"Well, when we're like in a city, there's always some kind of traffic. Electronic traffic. That's from like traffic lights, phones, computers; if it's electronic, then I can pick it up. I'm not getting that from here. Like, there's barely anything."

"So we're probably not going to have to deal with any keypads. But since this is a prison, they are going to have locks," Black Canary summed up. "Guess we're going to have to pick some if we're going to get anywhere in this place."

Suddenly, as one, the group of teens looked over at Wonder Girl.

"What?" the armored teen asked.

To Guest: I don't recall Batman doing that. Which story line was it?

To MRFlackAttack: You're pretty sure he's coming back