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The man that would make grown men weak in their knees with even the slight utterance of his name, his gaze that could sent fear into the Scarecrow walked into the base; Batman.

The man was NOT happy. He knew of the instances the team tried to hide for the past week, but he knew regardless.

He always knew.

But then again they were teenagers, and teens liked to keep things hidden until you walk in to find them carrying the body of a green boy and two unfamiliar identical twins racing around the area.

His gaze steeled on the leader with bruises around his neck and the rest with wide eyes.

"Explain." He ordered.

Robin's gloved hands went straight to his head and gripped the spiked up locks, tousling them and messing it all up as he sat on his bed with a heavy sigh.

A knock came to his door and walked in Starfire, a nervous look on her face.

"Hey Star." He said to the girl before he straightened himself out, his hair being a mess no doubt but put that thought in the farthest corner of his mind, "Are you okay?"

"I," She looked pensive, lightly chewing on her bottom lip which raised alarms in his head, "I worry of them."

He took in a deep breath before letting it out, "I know Star. I do too."

They haven't heard much about Más and Menos, none the less with Beast Boy. It was like the second they go over their connection was severed and all they got were static, aside from small bursts of signals that lead to nothing but frustration.

He watched her walk over and sit right next to him, her hand on his gloved ones and squeezed gently, her green eyes soft and understanding.

"We can only hope that they are in safest of hands." She said to him, hoping her close friends were well.

"I hope so as well." He said and a smile was on his face,"Let's go get the others, and maybe we can go out for lunch. We could use the fresh air."

A giggle escaped her and nodded, her squeezing his hand and he cupped it before getting up. They needed to make the best out of this situation. They were going to be fine by the end of this.

"M'gann." Conner said gently, looking over at the silent girl that was idly stirring the cookie batter she had in the fridge the morning before all of this went down, "M'gann are you okay?" He asked her, concern laced in his voice.

This wasn't Megan's normal behavior.

She put down her bowl and sighed before shaking her head, "No, not really."
"Do you want to talk about it?" He pressed, not wanting to see her like this, feeling a slow growing worry worm through him.

"In private, yes." She said to him before putting the cellophane back over the bowl and wooden spoon before using her telekinetic power to float it back into the fridge and shut the door again, walking with her to go over to her room that was closer, letting the door shut with a gentle click.

"Is it about Beast Boy?" He asked, right on the dot on that, her nodding and putting a hand on her shoulder as a way to comfort her.

"He's… His name is Garfield." M'gann started, her thumb brushing over the top of her hand that was in her lap, "He's Garfield Logan; he's my little brother from a different dimension or universe or something like that."

"Oh." He said softly, trying to think of something to say, licking his lips, "I'm sure there's a good reason why he's like that, I mean, like you said, he's from a different dimension. It won't happen here." Or at least, he hoped it didn't happen here.

The Martian wasn't so sure about that, but she took in a deep breath and nodded. "You're right."

Beast Boy wasn't like her brother. From his memories she scanned through, he was a blond boy, with blue eyes when he was younger, and there were nothing about them living in Bialya. They could lead entirely different lives. No, they did lead different lives.

"They're entirely different people Megan." He said to her, squeezing her shoulder once again before leaving to room for her to mull this over. She needed some time alone to gather her thoughts.

Now he had to deal with the two native Spanish speakers and a long list of instructions.

When Garfield came through he groaned, feeling groggy and in pain from what happened before, grimacing when his stomach let out a squelch of hunger.

"Not now tummy." He mumbled and held it, patting it gently before looking around, having to shield his eyes from the white lights that illuminated the room and push himself up into a seating position and looking around.

This wasn't Titans Tower.

He felt like his stomach dropped at that and look down, not wanting to see anything else this place had. Why can't he just go home?

"Está despierto! Rápido, rápido ven!" Came a familiar voice to him, his pointed ears twitching at that before his eyes went up to the young Guatemalan.

"Más?" He asked, his voice scratchy from not using it in a while, slightly swallowing to get some moisture in there.

"Sí Señor Beast Boy." He said with a smile on his face, even from where he was by the door he could see the small gap in between his two front teeth, unlike his brother Menos who was missing them.

"It's good to see you again." Even if he could understand the other once in a while, he was glad to have familiar company. "Is Menos here as well?"

"Sí, esto aqui." The other speedster said, popping his head from the door and smiled, "Estamos aquí para ayudarle a llegar a casa."

Casa meant house, or home. Home. They were trying to get him back home.

"Okay." Beat Boy said before looking around, looking to see a cup of water there and took it, sniffing it to make sure there wasn't anything funky inside of it before drinking it, seeing the twins leave the room.

His ears twitch when he heard feet on the stone floors, bare feet against it to be exact before the dark skinned Atlantean came into view, his face souring and a frown on his face. He wasn't Aqualad.

"What do you want?" The green shape shifter asked, the words sounding harsh to his ears.

"I want to say my condolences on the behalf of my team's actions towards you as well as my own." He said to the other, his voice holding a lot of weight to it. "We didn't know-"

"Didn't know what? That you could trust me?" He barked, interrupting his apology before taking deep breaths. Calm down Garfield. Getting angry won't help a single thing. "But whatever, apologies accepted. Sorry about the whole trying to strangle you." He added, seeing some parts of the flesh discolored from where he wrapped around, but it was a lot less faint than what he thought.

He just chalked it down to being Atlantean.

"Apology accepted." Aqualad said to him, a small ghost of a smile on his lips. He had a feeling that he might enjoy the other's company, but he knew he wouldn't stay very long. One week was enough. He was leaving this place sometime soon. He hoped.

"So uh, when can I leave?" The changeling asked him, slightly scratching his neck.

"We do not know. We are trying to find the right parts to make a portal to send you and Más y Menos back." The blond haired boy said but added another thing as well, "Your friend Cyborg was kind enough to give us precise details, so that will help us."

Beast Boy couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. Figures Cyborg would do something like that.

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