Elsewhere in Titan Tower, a young man of seventeen—or perhaps an old boy, dependimg on your perspective—was sitting in his favorite spinning chair, sitting with his usual horrendous posture of one knee being up by his shoulders with his other foot tucked under him, as he engrossed himself in his favorite pastime; games.  Where Scarlet Night was unusually attractive, as he supposed heroines were prone to being, the Titan known as Jack Frost was somewhere between "kind of handsome" and "I love him for his heart" levels of average.  At seventeen years of age, Jack was six foot, three inches, not exactly muscular but not badly out of shape.  His auburn pseudo-curly hair was out of it's normal ponytail, and fell in rings and waves around his neck and shoulders; this was what Jack called "down time", when he could let his hair down and relax before needing to tie it up again in preparation for another boring fight and capture.  His almond-shaped hazel eyes, surrounded by their usual dark circles that said "I don't like sleeping at night" very plainly, flickered almost imperceptibly across the screen, his large, dextrous hands clicking and clacking away at the controls they knew by muscle memory.  He wore a fairly uncommon expression on his face; Jack was not the smiling type.  Not to say he was unhappy, he simply didn't smile at the little things.  At the moment he was smiling at the futile efforts of the game to pose some kind of challenge to him; he didn't cheat, but as with many things Jack was just naturally talented.<br/><br/>And, as with many things, it wasn't terribly long before he decided to take a break.  So he saved, shut off the game, and went walking around the tower, which still had a few relics of the old inhabitants.  Jack himself had been something of a fan of the Titans before he'd gained his powers, and never really expected to be one.  Even now, a sense of excited awe slowly started to well up in him as he walked through the place.  When he'd first arrived, he'd been stunned silent at being there, then went dashing around here and there and everywhere like the delighted little fanboy he was.  By consequence of this, he knew the tower upside down and inside out, all the peculiar little nooks and crannies.  And where to find his teammates at certain times of day, after a bit of studying their routines.  He was in the mood for small talk, and so he went to where he figured his favorite of the two would be.<br/><br/>And he found her, perched at the ledge like some kind of bird of prey watching it's next unwitting meal.  It wasn't very windy up at the top just then, peculiar considering the geography, but it was fairly cold, which made Jack grateful for his preferred, most definitely unheroic attire of faded black jeans, a thick black tee-shirt, a black form-fitting thermal and thick socks under heavy black leather boots, all in his favorite coloration.  He wasn't goth or emo or anything; just liked dark colors.  He took out a pair of matching cotton gloves, getting a little threadbare after a year of use, to cover his hands, which were quickly turning numb with cold.  Damn his poor circulation.  He folded his arms over his chest and started towards a spot at Scarlet's right.  He didn't mind working with her, really, and in fact quite enjoyed her company at times, but in his mind the girl was too naïve, always demanding absolutes even when the situation demanded a choice compromise or utter defeat.  Robin had made a strong leader because he recognized that, sometimes, one had to break a few eggs to make an omelette.  But Scarlet, admirably and infuriatingly, strived for heroic perfection and tried so very hard to save everyone.  And sometimes she exceeded Jack's own expectations and pulled it off.  Other times...  Best not to dwell on other times.  "You know," he said after a moment, his voice an even, velvety bass, almost like he was crooning every syllable, "it's a fundamental rule of nature that those who seek trouble often find more than they bargained for.  Your sitting up here and asking for it isn't doing anyone any favors, least of all yourself."