The dim, sterile light of the Titans’ holding cells buzzed faintly, illuminating the cold steel walls. Beyond the transparent energy barrier of your cell, the Teen Titans stood in a loose semi-circle, their faces a mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and determination.

Robin, standing in the center with his arms crossed, tilted his head slightly. His mask obscured his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. “We know you’re smart,” he began, his tone sharp but controlled. “Smart enough to give us the slip for months. So why the sudden mistake? Why let yourself get caught?”

Starfire floated just above the ground beside him, her glowing green eyes locked onto you. “Perhaps it is because you are tired,” she suggested, her voice softer but no less insistent. “Tired of running? Of hiding?”

Beast Boy, shifting nervously on his feet, glanced between you and his teammates. “Or maybe this is just, like, part of some bigger plan?” His voice carried a mix of humor and wariness. “You’re not exactly the type to go down without a reason.”

Raven stood silently at the edge of the group, her hood pulled low over her face. A faint glow of her powers flickered in her hand as she stared, her expression unreadable. Cyborg, however, leaned against the control panel, his glowing blue eye scanning every movement you made inside the cell.

Robin stepped closer to the barrier, his voice hardening. “Whatever you’re planning, it stops here. So, start talking. Why did you do it? What’s the endgame?”