Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, nor do I own Exodus, which isn't actually involved in this story. Just the title.

Exodus

"So, who are we looking for…?" A bored voice said.

There was a short pause while the boy wonder looked around the city.

"Slade," he muttered, quietly. "He's stolen something."

"Uh, what?" The little green changeling asked.

"We going to find out," the half robot said.

"Dude, I figured that out."

"What are we meant to be looking for, Robin?" The red-haired alien asked. "Slade or the stolen object?"

"Slade wouldn't be that stupid to use his item as soon as he'd stolen it. Maybe he's put it somewhere, in his lair, for instance," Raven said, her hood covering her face.

"That'd be too easy to look for," Robin said. "We've wasted too much time already, let's just split up and look for him."

Raven took flight, her cloak waving in the wind. Starfire went in the opposite direction, Cyborg ran south towards the tower and Beast Boy turned into a hummingbird, small, the green feathers shining in the sun, making him look like an average white-eared hummingbird. Robin slowly walked into a café.

From an old shelf stood several magazines and newspapers, held together near the wall by a single wooden bar. He selected a newspaper, two weeks out of date, sat down at a small table near the window and opened the newspaper up, hiding his masked face.

"What can I get you, dear?" A middle-aged woman asked Robin.

"Oh, no I'm alright thanks-"

"Either order something, or leave. We're not a library."

"Fine then, I'll have a coffee please."

"Regular or decaf?"

"Any! I don't care!" Robin hissed, trying to keep his rage from making his voice shout.

She walked off sulkily and returned five minutes later with a coffee he'd never seen before. In case she'd taken her revenge on him and poisoned his drink, he left it be, not taking a sip. He'd be able to stay longer like that, anyway.

He'd chosen the oldest paper he could find, without spending too much time at the shelf in case he missed someone running by the window. His paper was torn, crumpled and transparent as it had been used many times before. He'd chosen this one deliberately; he could see the people through the window easier. He took the pages out, leaving two pieces of the newspaper remaining. He stuffed the other pieces of newspaper into a bin that sat near him.

He'd been sitting there for ten minutes when he'd decided to take a small risk and look over his newspaper.

What he saw in those two seconds made him fall off his chair in shock and in an attempt to pull his chair back neatly and run out of the café. Slade was staring at him through the window, and as Robin's table was pulled up close to the window, Slade looked even scarier than usual.

As Robin ran out the café towards Slade, he could hear the waitress in the café yelling, "You didn't pay for that coffee, sir!" A hint of menace in her voice.

Robin stopped outside the window, frantically scanning the streets for Slade. He'd disappeared.

There was a loud beeping coming from his pocket. He pulled out his communicator and opened it up.

"Robin, I've seen Slade," A shaky voice said. It was Raven. "I don't know where he's running off to, but I'm following him. I'm on that street, next to the shop called 'Jasdeep's Socks'. I can't –" A pause, then, "Ahhhh!" The signal went dead.

"Raven!" Robin shouted into his communicator.