Cyborg turned back to the console, his fingers quickly tapping across the keyboard as he prepared the distress signal. "I'll send it to Titans East. But it's a long shot. They might be dealing with their own problems—or worse, asleep."

Robin nodded, standing behind him. "Do it. We need whatever help we can get. Blackfire and Rouge together… we're going to need numbers."

As Cyborg worked, Robin crossed his arms, his face lined with concern. His mind was racing through the possibilities—backup plans, contingencies. But the more he thought, the more the odds seemed stacked against them. His gut twisted. They needed Beast Boy. He had to hope that Raven would reach him in time before something even worse happened.

Somewhere in the dark streets of Jump City…

Raven soared silently through the air, her dark cloak billowing out behind her as her powers carried her along the night winds. Her eyes were narrowed in focus, her senses reaching out in search of Beast Boy's emotional energy. He wasn't hard to find. His emotions were loud, raw, and messy—like a beacon cutting through the night.

She found him perched on a rooftop, staring out over the city with an intensity she hadn't seen in him before. His body language screamed frustration and anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He was pacing back and forth, his usually relaxed form tight with tension.

Raven landed silently behind him, her boots making barely a whisper on the concrete. "Beast Boy."

He whipped around, eyes flashing. "Raven? What are you doing here?"

She folded her arms, her expression neutral. "I'm here to bring you back. You took off without a plan, and Robin's worried—we're worried."

Beast Boy's face twisted with frustration. "Worried? They don't care! They never cared! They've been trying to control Terra since the moment she got back. I can't just sit around while they treat her like the enemy. She's not the bad guy, Raven!"

Raven sighed, stepping closer. "Beast Boy… you're not thinking straight. We all want Terra back, but you running off on your own? It's not going to help. Blackfire and Madame Rouge are out there. You know you can't face them alone."

"I have to try!" he shouted, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "You didn't see what they were going to do. They were going to put some mind control device on her! I know Terra's changed, and they don't trust her! I'm the only one who does!"

Raven's face softened, but her voice remained firm. "You're right. We should've trusted her more. But you have to trust us now. We need you, Beast Boy. We need to do this as a team."

Beast Boy's shoulders sagged, his fists unclenching as he took a deep breath. His anger was palpable, but the desperation in Raven tried to console him through the fog of rage clouding his mind.

As Raven stood beside Beast Boy on the rooftop, the tension between them thickened like the night air. She could feel his emotions swirling—frustration, anger, hurt. She knew what Terra meant to him, but there was something more important he needed to hear.

"Beast Boy," Raven said, her voice softer than usual. "We'll help you save Terra. You know we will. But I need you to think about something. Terra… she never wanted to be here in the first place. Every time she's been with us, it's like she's halfway out the door, always pulling away. She uses you, and you know it. She gaslights you, manipulates you, saying things change, but the truth is… she hasn't. Not really."

Beast Boy's fists clenched again, but not out of anger at her. He knew there was truth to her words, even if it was hard to accept. Raven looked at him, her eyes searching for understanding.

"You need to focus on the people who've always been here for you. The people who never leave, no matter how much things change."

For a moment, Beast Boy was silent, his thoughts racing. Her words hit deeper than he expected. He thought about all the times Terra had left him, how she'd hurt him, betrayed him. And then he thought about the team—the people who stood by him through it all. Robin. Cyborg. Starfire. And… Raven.

He looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time in a long while, he noticed something different. There was a small smile tugging at the corners of her usually stoic face. It was so subtle, yet it softened her entire expression. Her normally grumpy demeanor was replaced, even if just for a moment, with something warm, something real.

Beast Boy felt a slight warmth spread through him, the tension in his shoulders easing. That smile, so rare and unexpected, made him feel something he couldn't quite place. Without thinking, almost instinctively, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Raven in a hug.

Raven stiffened, caught completely off guard by the sudden gesture. But after a moment, she relaxed, her arms slowly wrapping around him in return. It was a quiet moment, shared in the silence of the rooftop. Beast Boy had never fully appreciated just how much Raven had been there for him. He usually remembered their bickering, their sarcastic remarks, their clashes. But now, in this moment, he saw her as something more. Not just a friend or a fellow Titan—but someone closer, someone who understood him in ways he hadn't considered.

For a brief second, something more passed between them, something unspoken but undeniable.

But then, a bright flash streaked across the night sky, cutting through the moment like a knife. Two alien ships shot through the clouds, their lights blazing as they flew toward the eastern edge of the city.

Beast Boy pulled back from the hug, his eyes wide. "Did you see that?"

Raven nodded, her expression serious again. "Looks like trouble."

The warmth of the moment dissipated as reality set back in, and the two Titans exchanged a look of determination. Without wasting any time, they both took off into the night, following the ships, hoping they would find some clue as to where Blackfire and Madame Rouge were hiding.

Beast Boy and Raven moved stealthily through the shadows, keeping low as they followed the two alien ships to a massive facility on the outskirts of Jump City. The facility was heavily fortified, with dozens of Tamaranean ships lining the area, their sleek forms gleaming ominously under the artificial lights. Advanced tech and weaponry were everywhere, guarded by Blackfire's forces, making it painfully clear that this was no ordinary operation. Blackfire was preparing for something big—an invasion of Earth.

Back at the Tower…

Robin stood by the console, watching the screen flicker with the transmission sent to Titans East. There had been no response yet, and his jaw clenched with worry. Every second they waited felt like another second that Blackfire and Madame Rouge gained the upper hand.

"Anything yet?" Cyborg asked, his fingers drumming nervously against the console.

"Nothing," Robin muttered. "We might have to do this without backup."

Cyborg grunted in frustration. "Just our luck. Well, at least Raven's going after Beast Boy. He's got to be ready if we're gonna have a shot at this."

Robin nodded, but his eyes remained focused on the screen, his mind already running through the plan—every contingency, every detail. He knew one thing for sure: they had to get Starfire and Terra back, no matter the cost.

The calm before the storm was fading, and the real battle was about to begin.