"…This is…" The young girl paused, cryptically studying her palm, summoning forth a light not of a green glow, "odd…" Alone in her bedroom of festooning purple and pink hues, she sat, perched upon her bed. The blankets of sun light, shafting between the curtain skirts, tunneled in behind, highlighting her shadow upon the fuzzy maroon floor. The contrast of light and dark filled the room. However, with the sudden pulse of forced emotion, she ignited the blinding white starbolt from her fingertips once more, vanquishing all traces of shadow. She found herself intrigued: the blistering core… the twinkling tale… the warmth of gold caressing her cheek. It hurt to stare long enough.

She brushed her hands across the empty space, her fingers dancing with the new form of starlight. It had the spark of wildfire, but had the tranquility of comet. How could one thing be made out of two contradicting features? Amusing, yes, she thought. Yet, there was something she did not trust—something that gave what her friends called 'the weird vibe' feeling.

A knock on the door: "Hey Star! You in there?"

With a sudden jerk, she released her focus and the light combusted-her scampering backwards with a squeal, she tumbled off her bedside hit the floor.

"Starfire!? Are you okay?"

She surrendered an arm into the air, "I am unharmed!" giggling at herself as if someone could see. "One moment please!"

She quickly rose to her feet, pocketed her right hand in between her side and her left arm and proceeded towards her metal door. She fiddled with its locks, buttons and various numbers "Coming! If I can just comprehend the mechanical function of this doorway!" Suddenly, the door dramatically swung wide open, thumping a maturing boy square in the face, the impact slamming him backward onto the floor.

"Oh Robin!" Starfire gasped, rushing to the floor. Trying to manage her shameful giggling, she placed a gentle hand upon her best friend's forehead, "My greatest…apologies! I often forget that the third button causes the door to go into attack mode." Robin clutched his head with a groan and suddenly gave a few hiccups of snickering. With one look at each other, pathetically collapsed upon the floor in the hallway, their pace of giggles erupted into a full on laughter.

It had been five years since the Titans had joined—five years of crime fighting, laughing, yelling, and of course… bloopers. They had to admit, the first year was scary for the five: rooming with strangers, learning to respect one another, bottling their emotions afflicted by their pasts, and of course, learning to not fight as separate heroes—but as a team—the Teen Titans. Since the past two years, they were no longer able to call themselves the "Teen Titans," considering the fact that Cyborg just had his twenty-first birthday and was threatening to grow a beard on the human side of his face…much to Beast Boy's shock. They knew their days were limited. To Starfire, she understood the earthen principal that 'everything must change'; therefore, she and the rest of the 'Titans' took in every moment with their family.

Laughter, the refreshing occurrence in the lives of the Teen Titans, filled the hallway. Unable to stop herself from the contagious hilarity that resounded off of each other, she bobbed her forehead into her friend's shoulder. Falling back to the wall for relief, Robin gestured to his bruised forehead, "Starfire, this is the third time this month that this has happened!"

She giggled, gingerly rising to her feet, offering a hand to help him up. "Perhaps you should start wearing a helmet when you come to retrieve me for team bonding."

If crime permitted, Sunday's were team bonding days—a simple idea pitched by Beast Boy and Starfire about four years ago. No one was allowed to wear their uniforms, with the exception of Robin's mask and well… Cyborg's everything. But, in defense of their profession as superheroes, they always kept a pair of spandex near them…just in case!

"Right! We're about to start. Are you ready? Or…" Robin paused, peaking around her frame and into her room to find an ash-covered floor, smoking in defeat. "…should we get that taken care of first?"

She looked back embarrassed and slammed the door behind her. She smiled sweetly, "Oh! No…no. It is not 'the big deal.'" She wrapped an arm around his and gestured him forward down the hall, "I merely saw the menace of the spider." Her lies were obvious, but Robin went along with it.

"What team bonding ritual are we to participate in today, friend?"

"Baseball, rumor has it."

"To the roof, yes?"

"It's my turn to be pitcher!" The green kid grabbed the baseball and protected it fiercely behind his back.

"De-nied, grass stain!" Cyborg lunged forward, flailing his arms to reclaim it. To Raven, who levitated in the corner, the two children were fighting over a toy. They might have grown taller, but some things never change.

"Stop! Calling! Me that! And, you pitched last time!"

"So?"

"It's. My. Turn!"

"Everyone here knows that you throw like a little girl!"

"Do not!"

"Do too"

"Do-"

"QUIET!" A black aura shot out, consumed the ball, and ripped it into shreds much to the boys' disappointment. Raven prompt up, calmer, "Must you two always act like children?"

The two best friends suddenly shot each other a mischievous grin. "…yes…"

She shot back a hateful glower.

"Morning friends!" Starfire led, Robin following.

Raven continued, stomping over to the brown sack of bats and baseballs, "After the last incident, Robin will be pitcher. Understood?" She levitated the ball and tossed into the hands of Robin.

"...I didn't mean to hit the fire alarm…" Beast Boy murmured, innocently swishing his toe around in circles.

"Okay! Titans! Huddle up!" Robin began, still stuck in hero mode, "Starfire, Raven, you two take outfield. Cyborg, you hit first, Beast Boy, you hit second! And we will switch off positions." He stopped and gazed maliciously around the huddle, "farthest hit is excused from chores tomorrow. Worst hit takes the other's chores. If the ball is caught… no count!"

"Got it!" They responded simultaneously.

"Okay! Break!"

They all scurried to their positions: Cyborg grabbed the bat practicing his impression of the World Series swings, Beast Boy as the umpire, Robin at the pitcher's base, and Raven and Starfire, hovering over the tower.

"Hey! No fair! No powers allowed!" Beast Boy whined.

"…just ignore him…" she groaned to Starfire. "Who thought of this anyway?"

"I believe that baseball originated from the French clerics foretold in a 1344 year old manuscri-"

"Rhetorical question, Starfire."

"Oh," she giggled. "Of course."

Robin round up his arm, dragging his leg with the pitch, then…three…two…one… released! The ball hurdled in a spiral motion towards home plate then…Struck by the shattering bat of the metallic man!

"BOOYAH!"

Robin twisted around violently to dodge the shelling of wooden splinters as the man shot right past him on the second base. Raven soared fast and plummeted down the tower to catch the ball's pace. It bounced upon the rocks, seconds from her grasp.

Cyborg cheered, rounding third

The blue girl swung her best arm up to the tower, "STARFIRE, CATCH!" The ball shot to the air violentlyr, locked on Starfire: she caught it with zeal and bolted towards what her friends nicknamed 'the diamond.'

Cyborg headed for home, colliding with the alien and….. "YOU'RE OUT!" The green kid shouted.

"What?!"

"The girl got you beat, dude."

"My most apologies, Cyborg."

He muttered, jokingly, "…girl, you better hope B.B strikes out on this one…"

"Will not!" Beast Boy bit his tongue.

"Will too!"

"BOYS!"

"…Sorry Raven…" "…Sorry Raven…."

Cyborg grabbed the mitt and crouched behind the boy—well he wasn't much of a boy anymore. Despite his name, Beast Boy was looking more like a man. With a height of five feet and twelve inches and the age of seventeen, he needed a new name. But, they all preferred to think of that later, putting off the actual idea of growing up.

Starfire cheered in the distance, "Please show us 'what you have,' Beast Boy!"

"It's comin' straight for ya gals."

"Oh brother…" Raven rolled her eyes.

Robin once again, drew up his arm, his leg following through and one…two… three… Released!

"STRIKE ONE!"

"What that was so a ball!" Raven shot a hateful glare. "…fine, fine… it was a strike."

Robin pitched once more.

"STRIKE TWO!"

"Oh come on!" 'Come on B.B you can do this. Show that arrogant Tin man what're made of.'

Robin, this time armed with a smirk, drew up his head, whirled his right arm, and released, sending a curve ball his way.

*WHACK!*

The ball went flying from the tower, out into the open, destined to be the winner, unless a fast-flying alien could stop it. Beast Boy stopped and stared in pride, glorifying himself with a victory dance.

"RUN GRASS STAIN!"

Fast she flew through the air, gaining distance to the 'ball of base.' With a outstretch hand, her fingertips grazed the knit…

…So close…

"STARFIRE! LOOK OUT!" Suddenly, with a scream from Robin and an overpowering shadow increasing in mass below her, she twisted the orientation of her body up to find a meteor—was it a meteor?—plummeting from the heavens above.

She gasped in awe. "…X'hal…"

'IT IS GOING TO CRUSH THE CITY!' Reacting upon Tamaranean and Titan reflexes, she blasted herself to the heavens. Grazing the side of hurdling boulder, she made contact with the metal with sudden resounding boom; her body pined to the mass by the rushing gravity. She tilted her head back to see the Jump City emerging in distance with each passing second. Come on Koriand'r! With a second wind, she struggled up from the dent she made and pressed her back to defy the principals of gravity… no good… Time slipping through her control, she once more drew back, spit into her palms, and exerted a severe amount super alien strength, triggered by boundless confidence. With sudden relief, the meteor slowed until it weighed one on one against the alien in still flight. Oh goodness! She hefted. She felt her mussels pumping to a breaking point, the sweat dripping from her face, her confidence failing…

"I… CANNOT… HOLD IT… MUCH… LONGER!" Underneath the pressure, pulsing against her, the meteor continued to thrust down towards the earth.

Robin screamed, "RAVEN! HELP HER-"

"ALREADY ON IT!" Raven zoom passed, instantly predicted the weight of the boulder (?), took her chances, and instead, knocked her friend with a great force from beneath, sending the boulder to fall gingerly into Jump City Bay. With one hand, clapped upon her friend's back, Raven watched it fall, being one hundred feet above.

*SPLASH!*

The waves roared with height as they received the massive object, sparing the city from potential harm… The water consumed the object, leaving a small metallic island exposed to the open air for the team to investigate.

"What was that?" Cyborg questioned memorized.

Refusing to spare a moment, Beast Boy shifted into a jade pterodactyl, sweeping Cyborg and Robin from the Tower, and flapped over to the girls. The five descended down together, touching bases with the metal.

"Does this mean I win?"

Robin ran over to Starfire, still huffing from the impact, and protectively grasped her shoulders. "Are you alright?"

"I believe so…" She stood, observing the heat marks, burnt within the object. "Where did this contraption come from?"

"Cyborg? Do you think you can investigate the-"

"Oh… My… God…" Cyborg stopped in his pace, frozen… horror-stricken. The others lashed back to find him shell-shocked… wide-eyed, his turquoise scanners, flashing from his arm and grazing across the object left to right. The others ran over, to check his results.

There, words in bold red, army print, flashed, "-Justice-League-Watchtower-."