It was an ordinary day in Jump City, and – no, scratch that. It was an abnormally hot day in Jump City, and a massive power outage had afflicted the city with an outrageous heat wave. On a small island in the middle of the city, a metal T-shaped Tower stood alone, experiencing the temperature tenfold. Inside, the Teen Titans were roasting. Although Cyborg and Robin had been at work all day, neither had been able to get the AC up and running again, and even the emergency power-outage lights had been turned off to lower the temperature within.

"Dude!" Beast Boy threw himself facedown on the sofa, arms flung over the sides and tongue out, "This isn't even funny anymore!" He had long ago changed into Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian-style floral shirt, but he was still about ready to die from the heat. Lifting his head to look at Robin for a moment, Beast Boy groaned before sinking it back into the cushions. "Can't you just go buy us ice cream or something? It would be so much more… make sense!"

"So much more make sense?" From her place at the table, Raven couldn't help but pick up the grammatical error, and Beast Boy sighed.

"You know what I meant," he said, too hot even to argue with her. "I just think ice cream is a better idea than not doing anything."

"But we're trying to do something." Robin cut in, finally responding to the changeling's pleas. "It's just not working."

"Then go get ice cream!" Beast Boy cried, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Even Raven wants you to go!" He thrust his arm in her direction to demonstrate his point.

"Don't drag me into this." Raven had come down from her room hours ago, and had been passing the time sitting at the table with a book in her lap. She too was suffering from the heat, as shown by her cloak draped across her seat rather than around her neck.

"Well… she does." Beast Boy finished lamely. "Just go. Get. Us. Icecream."

"Y'know what, Rob?" Cyborg looked up from the work he was doing. "We might as well go get something; this isn't gonna be working any time soon…"

"Yes!" Beast Boy pumped his fist in the air, "Please! Hurry back, travel safe, we'll be waiting!" He shoved the two older Titans out the door, slamming it behind them and rubbing his hands together, "It's about time they did something useful!"

He strolled past Raven – who didn't glance up – and back to the sofa, where he fell back onto it face first. Convincing the guys to go and buy him ice cream was a lot of work, and he was tired out from the effort. Closing his eyes, the green teen let himself sink into the sofa, about ready to fall asleep when a sudden knock at the door jolted him up again.

"Darnit!" He sat up, and then flopped back down, "Would you get that, Raven?" She didn't answer, and he lifted his head to find her still at the table, apparently ignoring him. "Raven?"

"Get it yourself."

"But I'm tired!" He whined. "I'm not answering it." He grabbed a pillow from the other side of the sofa and shoved it onto his head, trying to drown it out as another knock sounded at the door. He figured it was Robin or Cyborg – they had probably forgot to bring money or something – but they could let themselves in… or maybe they were back with the ice cream already?

The thought made him sit up, but when he did so he found Raven already standing and heading to answer the door, so he allowed himself to lie down again and placed the pillow back over his head.

He heard the door slide open, but nobody came in, and the empath said not a word. A moment or so later, she was at his side.

"Get up." Her voice was stern, and had an edge to it Beast Boy had never heard before.

He lifted the pillow off his eyes. "What?"

"Get up." She said again, and finally he complied, wondering what the fuss was.

"What's the problem?" He wiped sweat from his forehead, following her gaze to the door. "Who's there?" What on Earth would it be that would have Raven getting him to see it? Nothing came to mind, unless it was a trap of some sort. But no, Raven was above that… wasn't she?

He took a few steps towards the door, Raven walking directly behind him, and flinched back when he reached the entrance. Nothing happened.

"Hello?" Beast Boy looked back and forth, and then stepped out of the Tower. He grimaced as the full heat of the sun fell on him, but no-one came forward. "What's the big deal, man?" He turned back to Raven, "There's nobody… here?"

She was crouching on the ground, staring intently at a small wicker basket that was sitting on their doorstep. He must have walked over it on his way by, not even noticing its presence.

"What's that?" He came around behind her, and his eyes widened. "You have got to be kidding me."

The basket was about the size of a breadbox, and nestled inside a pink blanket of silk, an infant child stared up at them. Her big periwinkle eyes followed Beast Boy as he came around to crouch beside Raven, and an eerie silence fell over the two Titans.

"How did she get here?" Beast Boy broke it, his jaw on the ground. "Did someone just-"

"This is bad." Raven couldn't tear her eyes from the little creature cooing at them. A tiny hand reached out of the blanket and waved around in vague patterns, enticing them to come closer. Beast Boy's own hand slowly moved towards it, and she wrapped her small fingers around his thumb.

"Awww," His eyes sparkled, "she's beautiful!" He inched closer, pulling the pink blanket back away from her face, "And she must be melting!" Underneath the blanket, the child was wearing a very small, very pink jumpsuit, with a matching jacket and everything. "Who would dress a kid like this? It's like 500 degrees out!"

Without really thinking about it, he lifted her from the basket entirely, pulling the jacket off of her body and holding her close against his chest, "Let's bring her inside."

"Unh-unh, no way." Raven stood and shook her head. "We are taking it to someone who will take care of it. Right now."

"We can't do that!" Beast Boy protested, lifting the basket with his left hand as he balanced the baby in his right, "She came to us! Someone left her here for a reason, and we need to figure that out before we do anything else!"

Raven growled, "It's not our problem." She said, her eyes narrowing. "We need to take it somewhere else."

"No." Beast Boy, for once, was firm. "I'm taking her inside. We can talk once she's cooled down."

Raven growled, but gave in, and the two returned to the Tower. Raven slid the door shut behind them while Beast Boy went over to the sofa. He wasted no time in placing the basket on the coffee table and cradling the little girl in his arms. "She's so…"

"Strange." Raven rummaged through the basket, looking for a sign of a note or token or something. Anything to tell them who the baby was and where she had come from, "Why did someone leave it here?"

Beast Boy sighed. "Would you stop calling her it? She's not an animal!" Raven didn't respond, and he turned back to the baby. "She's cooled down already."

"Great." The response was sarcastic, and so Beast Boy ignored it.

"You know," Raven continued talking. "Robin's not going to like this."

"Robin?" Beast Boy looked up. "What do you mean?"

"I mean he's going to flip when he sees this – he won't let it stay, not even for a minute."

"Why not?"

"You're going to get attached to it." She raised an eyebrow at how close he was holding the kid, and the way he was currently sticking his tongue out and making faces so she would laugh. Beast Boy noticed her glance, and cleared his throat, lowering the baby to his lap and shaking his head,

"I won't!"

"Yeah, sure."

"Baaaaaap!" The baby yelled out suddenly, adding her two cents to the conversation. Beast Boy blinked at her, then burst out laughing.

"See, Raven!" He said happily, "She wants to stay!" Still grinning, he froze suddenly as a sudden knock at the door interrupted any further conversation. Cyborg's voice rang into the room. "Hey, BB, open up! My hands are full o' ice-creamy goodness!"

Beast Boy's eyes widened, all traces of laughter gone. "Oh no – Robin!" He hurriedly placed the baby back into the basket, and wrapped the blanket around her before putting it all in Raven's arms.

"Hey!" She pulled away, but he pressed it into her.

"Please Raven!" His eyes were pleading as the banging at the door grew louder. "Work with me; just this once!" Raven pressed her lips together, glaring at him as he let go of the basket, leaving it in her arms alone.

"What do you want me to do with it?" She asked through clenched teeth, and Beast Boy shrugged, "Just take her to your room, I dunno!" He raced over to the door, casting once last glance at her as she turned on her heels and left the main room, not even sure why she was doing so. He waited until the door slid shut behind her before he opened up the main door wide.

"Hey, guys! Welcome back!"