As Beast Boy ran towards the kitchen it gave him time to reflect. Stopping at an elevator he pressed the button calling the elevator from a lower floor. Doing so, also gave him time to reflect. Laden with guilt, he slumped into the elevator.

With a sigh, he pressed the down arrow (Simpler then a button with down written on it as the designer implied) and proceeded to watch the doors close.

The rap elevator music by spare change started to play as Beast Boy thought over the morning.

'…' it was apparent that he was often confused for a child like idiot. And such may be the case now, for the only thoughts that he could muster was. 'Why didn't Robin change his pants yet?'

Remorse was not a stranger to the changeling more so after the betrayal of the 'Rock wielding b-' As Starfire was delicate enough to put it.

True she meant no harm, just over heard Raven's momentary burst of anger. Unfortunately enough Starfire made the mistake of using that nick name in front of Beast Boy….it didn't go well.

Not being a large rap fan, and even less not a fan of bad rap, Beast was slightly pleased when the music cut off. However once the lights decided to follow the music's example The green humanoid was left alone, in a moving elevator….all…by…himself.

"DUUUUUUUUUUUU!" he called out.

………………………..In the common room of the tower………………………….

Cyborg looked up from his built in control panel. Glancing to Starfire who was operating a hose which pumped the water out of there new indoor pool; he called out.

"Yo Starfire, you say something?"

Turning around the Tameranian, her nose stuffed with tissue to prevent leakage, answered the question.

"Nuh, Aye dun't ear anythung. What dud ut sound luike?"

Cyborg stared in awe at the power of the Tameranian body. A woman who could bench press a truck, and out fly most planes….humbled by a mustard induced cold.

"I-uh, it's nothing…" He replied with a shrug, holding in a snicker as he turned back to his work.

"It was like a voice rang out into the air, and was quickly silenced." Raven said flatly.

Her section of the repairs nearly finished, she had elected to take a break. Awkwardly craving television she had put in the only movie not washed out to sea. Star wars four.

Having been forced to watch the movie several times, or more so just listening to it as she read, she attempted to quote the movie as it played out. A simple analytical exercise; that happen to answer Cyborg's question perfectly.

For at that moment….

……………………………….Back in the elevator……………………………..

"UUUUUU-OOMPH!" Beast Boy was in fact cut off. Though he would not know it, Cyborg had just cut the power of unnecessary equipment throughout the tower, in an effort to better use what he had for repairs.

As the green team hero hit the ceiling, he was reminded that 'What goes up must come down'. Quickly changing into a bird, he hovered in midair.

'Thank you Karma!' He thought to himself.

………………Somewhere in a monastery looking structure………………

An aged man sneezed. Looking directly towards the tower, into the elevator he seemed to watch this transformation. With a sigh, he spoke.

"No."

………………………….Returning to the elevator………………………………..

A sigh of relief was cut short as the elevator lurched downwards, knocking the small bird to the ground.

Quickly standing Beast Boy screamed in mock drama.

"Curse you Karma!"

…..………………At the monastery looking structure again…………………..

The aged man grinned. As the young woman he had just dismissed left the room, and re-entered with the correct meal. Miso soup and Ritz crackers.

The father of Karma smiled, his meal now within his clutches.

"Yes!" He exclaimed running his hands together in a greedy fashion.

……………………………A familiar looking elevator………………………………

Beast Boy's impromptu flight had bumped the music back on. He slumped into the corner of the darkened, stationary panic inducing carriage.

The words of the song brought little comfort. The song he knew well, The Cobra Handler (Ft. The Beast, The Rubix Cuban, Demigodz, Spare Change, and The Priest/The Greek/The Great – S.C.O.M.

It had been a slow change, but Robin's gangster wanna be personal styles has rubbed off slightly.

He stood up, his body moving with the beat, matching the words, he started to sing along.

"Ugn, Hip hop disciples, part fourteen! It's like oh-oh-oh ohhhh.

I don't-know-what we're spel-ling."

Listening to it often hadn't helped him with the lyrics, he

continued to emulate random rap videos. Smacking imaginable things in front of him, raising the roof, even managing to pretend he was driving in a hydraulic-ly aided vehicle.

As he moved around much like an idiot, (hey he's trying) the lights popped on as the final verse started.

"And when my situation ain't improving, I'm trying to murder everything you...something…Hold up!"

He exclaimed the last part as the elevator lurched again. While he couldn't compare himself with a gifted singer; and wouldn't compare himself with some white guy who lived eight miles dat-a-way. It was enough to cheer him up if only a little.

With a final lurched the music skipped off, and he proceeded to be taken towards the ground floor, where we would attempt to reconcile with team mates.