Cyborg: Okay. We know the Chronoton Detonator was here. Now we just have to figure out where it went.
Beast Boy: No problem. We should split up and-
Raven: -Waste hours searching only to come up empty-handed? We need to make sure y/n's okay!
The sorceress floated down to them- cradling y/n in her arms. He looked around, taking in every detail of the dingy warehouse. He slides out of her grip and walks around, the others tried to get his attention but he was too focused on looking around.
Cyborg: Raven's right, we don't know just how severe y/n's shock is.
The mechanical man waved his hand infant of y/n's face, he tracked the metal digits with intensity which unnerved Cyborg a tiny bit.
Beast Boy: Well, when you say it like that-
Starfire: Raven is right. We must find some way to track the device.
Robin approaches on the end of this line, then cocks an eyebrow quizzically at the sound of echoing footsteps. At a distance, a man is walking between two of the warehouses; a large shadow is cat on the wall behind him.
Robin: Freeze!
He is off like a shot; the spooked fellow races along the way, but a birdarang flashes into view and embeds itself in the concrete, bringing him up short. Robin follows it down, throws him against the wall, and holds up a small crest with Slade's S insignia on it, taken from one of the robots.
Robin: Tell me everything you know about this!
The frightened chap can only stutter and mumble inarticulately.
Robin: Answer me! Now!
He shoves the man to the wall, harder.
Man: I've never seen it before! I don't know anything! Honest!
As he says this, Raven's powers spread over Robin's torso. The Titan-turned-Dirty-Harry is then slung across to the wall of the opposite warehouse and pinned to it as she maintains her hold, the other three approach.
Raven: You said you could handle it.
She releases him.
Starfire: You promised.
Robin: We're wasting time.
He strides off.
Beast Boy: You know, just 'cause we're trying to catch Slade doesn't mean you have to act like him!
Robin stops in his tracks, as we have already seen, being compared to this man hits him in all the wrong spots.
Robin: Don't you ever compare me to him! He's trying to destroy the city. I'm trying to save it!
Pull back briefly to a long shot of the group, then cut to them again. The rest of the Titans are, to borrow a line from Dr. Seuss, puzzling until their puzzlers are sore. Suddenly, Starfire lets off a violent sneeze, accompanied by a starbolt that shoots from her nose. When the glare clears out, all four of the others are stunned and smoking from the blast.
Raven: Gesundheit.
Starfire: Forgive me. I am allergic to metallic chromium. There must be a source near-
She gets ready to sneeze again; everyone bails out, and the camera pulls back to a long shot of the waterfront as she lets it rip with another nasal starbolt. At the scene, the smoke clears to expose her, standing alone. Pull back as she sniffles, wipes her nose, and groans.
