Beast Boy trotted down the hallway, steps light and full of energy. Such was always the case; the boy was either on full power, or off and in full couch potato mode. There were no half measures for Garfield Logan.

As far as he knew, Cyborg only did four things while not fighting crime; workout, tune up, play video games, and eat meat. Since the kitchen and television were unoccupied when he left the common room and Cy had tuned up that morning, Beast Boy guessed his pal would be in the gym.

Palming the door to the gym, and having it slide open, Beast Boy paused. Looking over his shoulder to the elevator, he saw Raven emerge, dragging her feet as usual. With a smile Beast Boy headed into the gymnasium; his friends were nothing if not predictable.

Sure enough as he had suspected Cyborg was in the weight corner, bench pressing some ludicrously large weights. He had been there a while, if his sweat was any indicator. With a final heave he set the bar in its rack above his head. Sitting up, he caught sight of Beast Boy.

A smile cracked his face, "Well I was wondering how long it would take you to come find me. I'm surprised Raven didn't blast you." Beast Boy returned the comradely grin, "She tried, but I was too fast. So…what are you up to?"

Raven entered the gym a few seconds after Beast Boy, hood still up, hoping the two teens would simply forget about her. She had no such luck however, as Cyborg suddenly called out, "Yo Raven, so you're gonna hang out with us today?"

She looked out from under her hood at the big man, seeing amusement and concern on his face. Like a big brother, Cyborg was the pillar of understanding in Raven's makeshift family. But like all big brothers, Cyborg had a sense of humour, and brotherly humour often resulted in forms of humiliation towards siblings. Sighing, she lowered her hood; she really didn't have anything else to do. "So long as your 'hanging out' refrains from excess stupidity, I shall."

Cyborg looked down at his small green friend, "You know what that means?" Beast Boy pondered for a moment then shook his head. "Me neither." Cyborg looked at Raven thoughtfully, running through a list of possible things to do.

The grey girl noticed this and crossed her arms, clearly telling Cyborg that he was on thin ice. To be honest he wondered how the green bean managed to get her to agree to something like this, the most he every got out of Raven was the occasional chat over car parts.

"Well, since we are going to be adding Raven to out merry duo, we can cross out video games and zombie flicks…" Beast Boy stroked his non-existent beard in a Jedi-like fashion, "No all-you-can-eat contests, no mall…" Raven rolled her eyes, surprised at the amount of thought they were giving this. They were right on all accounts; she didn't like any of those things.

Cyborg looked around, hoping for inspiration. What would Raven like to do…"Fishing?" The suggestion was half-hearted at best, more an attempt to pick something Raven wouldn't disagree to outright. He should have been more concerned about Beast Boy, "Fishing? Are you kidding? Pulling poor innocent fishies out of their home, using a barbaric hook? Through their lip?"

Beast Boy actually hated fishing for another reason; a certain painful memory of his involved fishing. Cyborg however didn't know this, and simply quirked his steel brow, "Fine then, Aqua-boy, what would you like to do?" The other's rant stuttered to a halt, and a malevolent glare shrouded his features. Despite having reached civil grounds with the mentioned Atlantian, Beast Boy still didn't like him.

"Gah, fine. I haven't been fishing in a while anyways…" The two looked to Raven, who for some time had been silent. She shrugged, "Whatever," which was enough consent for the two boys. The Titan's fishing trip was officially a go for launch.

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Meanwhile, in an old dockside warehouse, a squatted figure chuckled to itself.

His tiny laptop sent a sickly blue glow into the otherwise dark room, chubby fingers casting shadows as they whirred across the keyboard. Months of laying low and the break after the Brotherhood of Evil mess had resulted in an entirely new line of gadgets and virtually no competition.

The fools thought they had caught him; they dared assume he could be held by cryogenics! At least he wasn't reprogrammed as a seamstriss…

A beeping alerted the shadow to movement at the Tower, and with a flick of some minute switch a screen dropped from the ceiling. The T-ship, a large pod with four engines and sleek design, slid from the Tower hangar. The ship set off at a leisurely pace into the bay, leaving Titan's Tower unoccupied.

Prepare yourself Jump City; Control Freak is back!