“DAAAMIIANNNN!”

“Come ooonnn!” Beast Boy called out, his fist lightly banging on the closed door of Damian's room in the Teen Titans Tower. “It’s been five days, dude! You've gotta come out at some point!”

“Five and a half,” Raven corrected, her tone unimpressed but her eyes betraying a hint of concern.

Starfire floated nearby, her glowing hands clasped together. “Perhaps he requires sustenance? Or companionship? Should we bring the pizza of delivery?”

“He doesn’t need pizza,” Cyborg said, shaking his head. “He needs to stop acting like a hermit and face whatever’s going on...”

Eventually, you came, approaching the group—your brow arching as you took in the scene. “What’s going on?”

“Damian’s doing his ‘broody loner’ thing again,” Raven deadpanned.

Beast Boy spun to face you, throwing his arms in the air. “And he’s been at it for days! He won’t talk to us, won’t train, won’t even yell at me for eating the last muffin.”

You glanced at the closed door. “And you all thought crowding outside his room and yelling at him would help?”

“Got any better ideas?” Cyborg asked.