A mission on a yacht. It was either a really important mission that required you all to have easy access to a harbour, or Dick just wanted to show off what he had access to through Bruce in spite of the recent feud between him and Bruce. You and Rachel both agreed it was the latter one.

The yacht was big. Scratch that, it was huge. With an individual cabin for each member of the Titans. A basically habitable kitchen and a wheelhouse the size of the bedrooms in the Titans Tower. There was also a ridiculously large hot tub and bar on the sun deck and staff.

You all were flabbergasted by the sheer size of the yacht when you first arrived to the port where it was held. It took a whole 60 seconds of just staring at the yacht before Gar ran on board.

Dinner was a few minutes away from being brought out by the chef of the Wayne yacht and everyone were sitting around the stupidly large table. Gar was grinning excitedly before speaking up, not that he’d kept quiet much since you’d arrived.

Gar: “I say Dick can do the mission and the rest of us stay here and hold the fort since he’s been here before and stuff.”