A/N: I'm back :D miss me? Please don't yell at me. Or do. I don't mind. But I *did* promise I wouldn't abandon stories! So here ya go!

Ch 15

Bruce walked into the main room, unaware of the frantic state everyone was in. "Oh, Robin, you're up! I hope you're doing okay!"

"Not now," Robin asked, "We've got bigger fish to fry."

"Oh, Titans business, of course. Say, have you seen Tim or Damian around? I know they went to town earlier, but I haven't heard from them."

"Oh, they've been busy alright," Raven acknowledged dryly, "hijacking the T-Sub."

Bruce, though not worried at all, put on a show. "What? Why on earth would they even consider doing something so dangerous! And without asking permission too! They're going to get a stern talking to when they get back!" He paced back and forth like a worried parent. He shook his head. "At least they couldn't have gotten far, right? They're probably somewhere around the island, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Wayne," Robin said, trying to tone down the sarcasm. "It's not like the sub turns into a ship and is capable of flying or something…"

"What?" Bruce asked, spinning to face him.

"Nothing! I was kidding, just trying to lighten the mood! Don't worry, the T-Sub has a tracer on it. We'll find them. How about you go back to your room and relax. We'll let you know when we find them, okay?"

"Alright…" Bruce left the room, throwing one last suspicious look back at his former ward.

"You did build in a tracer, right Cyborg?" Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, Cyborg tried to stutter-mumble out the answer: an obvious no. Robin let out a sigh of exasperation.

"Great."

"I think I can track them down," Raven spoke up. "Robin, you know them best, and have been in the most contact with them. There should be some residual aura left on you. If you would let me in your mind, into memories of them, I might be able to pick up on their aura, and find them.

"If it'll work, then go right ahead," Robin agreed with a shrug. "It's not like you haven't been in my head before." Raven got into a meditative position, floating in the air. She connected her consciousness to Robin's.

"Robin?" she asked, mentally.

"I'm here. And yes, they're at the drop point, ready to go. But we seriously need to work on your BSing skills- 'residual aura'? Really?"

"You let me know when you've got a better idea. And it's not like any of them know a thing about how my powers technically work…"

"True. But this 'psychic chatroom' of yours could've been useful over the years."

"It only works with you because of the bond our minds formed when I went into your psyche. As you know, I saw a lot that I wasn't supposed to see. I'd rather not go through that process with everyone else too. Can you imagine what Beastboy might think about?" She mentally shuddered. "Think it's been enough time to have rooted through psychic energy?"

"Yea, sure. Why not." Raven took this as her cue to dramatically shoot open her eyes, seemingly in haste.

"They're on the other side of town, somewhere near the piers! I'll be able to pinpoint their location better if I get closer."

"Alright. Raven, you hunt them down. Bring Starfire with you, just in case you need to separate them. Don't underestimate them. Bring 'em back in the T-Sub, provided that they haven't lost it or gotten it totaled."

"We will bring them back shortly!" Starfire agreed, floating down the hall, Raven in tow.

"Cyborg?"

"Yea?"

"I've got an equally important assignment for you, as well."

"And what's that?" the metal man asked, eyebrow raised.

Robin smirked amusement in his voice, "Picking up dinner?"

Cyborg rolled his eyes, but agreed to the task. Everyone was hungry. "Yea, yea, I'll call in now."

"Yea, hurry up dude!" Beastboy cut in to the conversation, "We're all starving!"

Meanwhile, downtown…

"There! Starfire pointed down at the two boys, who were walking along the pier, dripping wet, and obviously lost.

The two heroes dropped down in front of the pair. Raven only needed to raise an eyebrow, before the excuses came pouring in.

"It was his idea!" Tim shouted, pointing at Damian. "I just went along because I knew he would do it either way and he had no clue what he was doing, and-"

"Are you serious, Drake?" Damian cut in, "I knew exactly what I was doing! It's quite simple to operate a machine that obviously took influence from a racing game." He spat out the words with obvious distaste.

"And what's wrong with racing games?" Tim asked, offended.

"They're obviously made for kids with simple minds, such as yourself.

"Excuse me?" Before the bickering could continue, Raven interrupted by placing strips of energy over their mouths, effectively cutting them off, to the annoyance of both boys.

"Who's idea this was matters not – we must locate where you have docked the T-Sub, and get back home to the tower, where we shall commence in eating the food of Chinese origin! Is this plan not clear?" Starfire asked, authoritatively.

Damian and Tim meekly nodded their heads, Raven dissipating the energy blocking their speech. Though at their next words, it probably would have been better to have kept them quiet.

"We don't exactly know where it is at this point…" Tim dared to explain.

"You lost it?" Starfire asked, in disbelief. "How do you loose a water vehicle so large in size?"

"Well-"

"Save it," Raven cut in. "We'll deal with this tomorrow. Right now, let's just get back to the tower, enjoy dinner, and have a peaceful evening. It's been a long day without you two adding to it." With Starfire's nod of approval, Raven teleported the group to the tower. "They better have saved me some Lo Mein…"

A half hour or so later, they, along with everyone else, found themselves lounging about the main room, enjoying their dinner. Raven, thankfully, did get a hold of the Lo Mein. (Bad things happen when she doesn't…) Everyone took this time to just… relax. Well, for the most part.

"So, Raven," Robin started, wheeling over to where she was seated, "If you teleported everyone back, what exactly happened to the T-Sub?"

"Not today, Robin. We'll deal with that mess tomorrow."

"Wait, what? What'd they do?" he asked, annoyance evident.

Changing the subject, Raven started, loudly enough for everyone around to overhear, "Did you know that racing games, according to Damian, are child's play?"

"Well he's right," Robin responded with a shrug, "They're easy to play, and kind of tedious once you've ran the track a couple of times."

This of course, re-spawned Tim and Damian's previous argument, Cyborg joining Tim's side of the (somewhat) friendly debate, along with Beastboy. Raven, having no tolerance for any kind of videogame, joined Damian and Robin's side of the debate. Starfire, realizing she was in the tie-breaker position, smartly decided to stay neutral, albeit on her own team.

"I rather enjoy the videogames in which you run around as a tiny, strangely proportioned person who goes around on quests!" At the end of several odd looks, she explained, "I believe it is called 'Sims Kingdom?'" To which a chorus of understanding "Oh's" followed. At the most heated part of the debate, Bruce stepped in, having been previously on a business call.

All heads turned to him. He looked between the two sides, and realized he was standing in Starfire's neutral territory. He looked again between the teams, taking note of who was on each side. A look of understanding came onto his face.

With an exasperated sigh, he only had to ask: "Racing games?" To which he was answered with several nods. As Beastboy opened his mouth to ask which side Bruce was on, he held up a hand to stop him.

"There is absolutely no way you're dragging me into this. Keep in mind, after all this I still have to live with those two," he explained, motioning between Damian and Tim. "I think I'm just going to get to bed." As soon as he turned his back, there were muffled groans of exasperation from both sides. "Although…" he stopped, a trolling smirk on his face.

Everyone leaned forward in curiosity and anticipation. "Just to stop this argument long enough for you all to get to bed," he started, motioning towards the clock, "would it be okay if I put someone else's opinion in as a temporary tie-breaker?"

"What do you mean?" Tim asked, curiosity in his voice.

"Well, I can't say my take on it – after all, I have to go home and live with the two of you," he said, motioning to Tim and Damian, "but I know my eldest son, Richard, was not a fan of racing games." He left the room in silence.

"As much as I hate to point it out…does that vote even count?" Surprisingly, it was Damian who asked this, looking between Tim and Robin.

"Yea, he's not even here," Tim agreed.

"But I am," a voice spoke up from behind everyone. Everyone spun around to find… Red X? "And I personally think racing games are stupid. If that counts for anything." Everyone just stared, too shocked to move. "Oh, and happy birthday, kid," he said, nodding at Robin. He teleported out of the tower with a small teasing solute.

After five minutes…

"Did he just…?"

"Yea."

Silence.

"Time for bed?"

"Yup."

And so ended day one.

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