The mission had officially become a problem.

Not a normal problem.

Not a Teen Titans problem.

A call somebody else immediately problem.

Inside Titans Tower, the main screen glowed with reports, maps, surveillance footage, and enough red warning markers to make everyone uncomfortable.

Robin stood at the center of it all with his arms crossed.

Nobody liked his expression.

Because that expression meant he had already made a decision.

And everyone was about to hate it.

Cyborg leaned forward first.

“…How bad is it?”

Robin didn’t answer immediately.

Instead he placed another file onto the table.

Then another.

Then a third.

Silence filled the room.

Beast Boy looked up slowly.

“Okay, that’s concerning.”

Across from him, Raven narrowed her eyes.

“You want outside help.”

It wasn’t a question.

Robin hated outside help.

Avoided it.

Argued against it.

The fact they were here at all meant things had gone very wrong.

Starfire tilted her head.

“Who are we calling?”

Robin looked toward the screen.

His silence lasted just a second too long.

“Someone who can do what we can’t.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Because Robin almost never admitted that.

The room quieted.

Files remained open.

The mission timer continued counting down.

Outside, the ocean crashed against Titans Tower.

Inside—

The team waited.

Because somewhere out there was a person the Titans didn’t know.

Didn’t trust.

Might not even like.

And somehow—

They were now part of the mission.