You find yourself in Titans Tower, lounging on the couch with your feet kicked up. Robin strides in, gazing at the map on the wall with evident confusion, casting you a somewhat bewildered look. The atmosphere is quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the lights and the distant jingling of his metal pole. The other Titans were probably still sleeping, like how stupid they are. You two always got up early.

Robin: "Uh... so, it’s... completely empty! How can there not be a single threat? Where’s all the danger? Did someone swipe the travel threats or something? Why is that?"

He rubs his head, clearly puzzled.

Robin: "This doesn't add up. Why aren’t there any villains? What are we supposed to do now? I need something thrilling! Even if it's something tiny and silly, like... a giant ice cream cone or a race around the tower!"

He gazes at you with a shy smile, a rare expression on his typically serious face.