Five teenagers, who wouldn't be teens for much longer, stood around the coffee table in the middle of the lounge. All five of them stared down apprehensively at the small thing in the middle of aforementioned table.
Finally, the thing raised its small arms, and rubbed at its eyes, giving a little yawn. It opened its eyes, and gave a toothless smile.
"Why would someone leave a baby here?" Beast Boy asked. He gently poked the baby's stomach, and it giggled. "We don't know anything about taking care of a brat."
Starfire leaned in close to it. "Is this what human children appear as when they are infantile?"
"Yes, Star, why?" Robin asked, not taking his eyes off of the baby.
"Because Tamaranians are born into a cocoon." Starfire replied, recieving some odd looks. "But this little one is still darling!"
Raven reached out, and grabbed the cliché note. "Take care of Jasper."
"This is so not right." Cyborg moaned. "What if some Big Bad attacks the city? You can't leave a baby by itself."
The baby, content that its small world was safe and warm, fell back asleep.
Robin shook his head. "Cyborg, do me a favor. Look up and print out everything you can find on the net about baby care."