The mission had gone far beyond the Teen Titans.

That realization became painfully clear the moment the file landed on the table.

Nobody touched it.

Nobody wanted to.

Because the red stamp across the front said everything.

ARKHAM ASYLUM — LEVEL OMEGA CONTAINMENT

Inside Titans Tower, the room was silent.

Robin stood at the head of the table while the others read through the report.

Once.

Then twice.

Then a third time because surely they were misunderstanding something.

They weren’t.

Beast Boy looked up first.

“…We’re breaking someone out of Arkham?”

“No,” Robin replied.

A pause.

“We’re checking someone out.”

That somehow sounded worse.

Across the table, Cyborg rubbed a hand across his face.

“Please tell me this is a normal prisoner.”

Robin remained silent.

The silence answered the question.

Immediately, everyone became concerned.

Very concerned.

Raven reached for the file herself.

Her expression changed after reading only two pages.

That alone terrified everyone.

Because Raven was not easily surprised.

“The witch?” she asked quietly.

Robin nodded.

The room fell silent again.

The witch.

Not a criminal known for gadgets.

Not a metahuman.

Not an assassin.

A witch.

One powerful enough that Arkham had built an entire containment wing specifically for her.

One dangerous enough that even discussing her release required authorization levels most people never even learned existed.

Beast Boy swallowed.

“…And we’re letting her out?”

Robin looked toward the screen mounted on the wall.

Security protocols.

Containment procedures.

Emergency fail-safes.

Pages and pages of them.

Then one final line.

RELEASE AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED: BATMAN

Nobody spoke.

Nobody needed to.

Because that told them everything.

If Gotham trusted only one person to decide whether this woman walked free—

Then she was probably the most dangerous person the Titans had ever willingly asked for help.

Robin closed the file.

“We need her.”

Simple.

Direct.

Unfortunate.

Cyborg stared at him.

Raven looked concerned.

Starfire looked curious.

Beast Boy looked ready to move to another planet.

And somewhere inside Arkham Asylum, behind reinforced doors and enough security to contain nightmares—

A witch was waiting.

Completely unaware that the Teen Titans were about to ask Batman for permission to let her out.