They find him alone, bruised and battered, deep within the Amazon Rainforest. They find him as the Beast, savage and ferocious, lunging at anything that moved.
Worst of all, they can’t find Raven.
And Beast Boy can’t remember.
It’s been three months since they first went missing, three months since everything went horribly wrong. A lot can happen in three months, and it’s only uphill from here.
Hopefully Beast Boy can remember in time, for Raven’s sake.
Rain splattered across the windshield, forming a thick sheet of water before the windshield wipers swept it away.
The rhythm of the windshield wipers accompanied the pitter patter of the rain to provide a sort of musical harmony in the silence of the T-ship, something the three Titans aboard were grateful of. After all, it provided a comforting blanket over their silence, making talking unnecessary.
Not that any of them wanted to speak. Robin certainly didn’t. He clung to the T-ship controls, his knuckles numb from how tightly he gripped them. He was sure if his gloves weren’t on, they’d be white. But he didn’t care. The controls kept his hands busy, and busy hands were less of a danger.
Down below the T-ship, a carpet of trees rose up from the earth, peeking out from the foggy cover that spread across the land. It wouldn’t be long now. They’d be there soon.
Robin wasn’t sure if that was a relief or not yet.