The bathroom swam in his vision, warping and rippling in waving vertical patterns, pulsing with his own heart beat which was beginning to slow down to normal.  A wave of nausea washed over Ararhn and he remained kneeled on the tiled floor, blood dripping from a gash along the side of his head.<br/>It wasn't the first time something like this had happened.  His body was weak on this planet, weak to the point of liability, but his mind and talents more than made up for his physical infirmity.  His mind was brilliant by human standards, this was no boast but a fact.  Every hour of every day, large amounts of concentration was dedicated to the mental barrier he maintained so that the tens of thousands of generations of his ancestors remained safely locked away.  Even while he slept, his very dreams were a fight, reinforcing the barrier as best he could with the minimal training he had received from his parents before they had died.  This training was all that had kept his mind intact, but it was minimal... occasionally, a particularly powerful ancestor would beat upon the barrier.<br/>It had happened this time.  A particularly powerful personality had beat upon the barrier, splintering it.  Ararhn had been taken off guard and the force of the blows knocked him out.  This was probably what had saved him today; not having to think about his unconscious body, he was able to repair the barrier and weather the storm.<br/><br/>Ararhn fought down the urge to vomit and looked up.  Blood was on the bathroom sink where he had clearly hit his head as he fell.<br/>Slowly, slowly, he stood and looked into the mirror.  The hair on the left side of his head was matted with drying blood; his movement had reopened the wound.  How long had he been out?<br/>He rummaged through the cupboard and took out the medical bag and set about cleaning himself up.  A wash and a few plaster strips later saw Ararhn emerge from his bathroom and stepping out into the hallway of the Titans Tower.<br/>Something was wrong...the familiar smells of cooking hang in the air as he walked down the corridor to the common room.  He had been out for a long time.  The titans had seen to their own breakfast!  He clucked his tongue in shame.  He had risen early for the sole purpose of tending to the Titans breakfast; his fit in the bathroom had stopped him and they'd been forced to see to themselves.  Perhaps they hadn't done the dishes yet?  He could do that for them at the very least.  He would make up for it with dinner later, or perhaps if this day was a quiet one, he'd attend to the daily chores.<br/><br/>The first thing Ararhn noticed after the broken plate on the floor was the lack of people.  He sighed as he saw the day had well progressed.  By now the Titans may well have gone out.  He didn't mind; he knew his presence was merely tolerated and he was not part of their little team, it was no surprise they would exclude him.  At least their absence would give him time to tend to chores.<br/>Glancing at the television, he gave another sigh as he noted someone had left it on.  Stuck on some horror movie- dark creatures running around causing mayhem.  He changed the channel and found the same program was on that one too...and on the next, and the next.  He must have hit his head pretty hard because he was only now just noticing the logo's of the local news stations at the bottom of the screen.<br/><br/>"Oh..."  He uttered as he turned on his heels and quickly made his way to the computer room.  A single glance gave him the answers he needed.  The wailing sirens, the magical energy readouts- not to mention the cracked plate in the common room; all pointed to a rapid departure to meet this threat to the city.<br/><br/>Ararhn pulled a slim, rectangular device from his pocket and held it up in front of the computer terminals.  With a press of a button, the device forced open a wireless port in the mainframe, quickly quelling the systems firewalls and counter-hacking protocols.  In seconds, everything was copied to the device.  Another button re-established the laughable security and firewalls on the cute Terran computer.<br/>Hopefully, Alice hadn't noticed his intrusion into her beloved computer system and he should have covered his tracks and repaired any damage.  He didn't like to do this, but he needed to assist the Titans in the only way he could, and using such a primitive computer wasn't going to cut it.  Besides, he knew Alice had a wireless connection to her devices.  She could use it.  What Ararhn needed to do was provide that extra edge while the Titans got their hands dirty.<br/><br/>Rushing into the common again, Ararhn set his device down on the floor and a moment later, the room was filled with holographic keyboards, interfaces and screens.  He set about setting up connections with remote computers, disguising himself as background programs; isolating himself from Alice's wireless network.  After a few minutes he had comandeered a satellite and an orbital picture of Jump City came onto one screen.<br/><br/>"Overwatch is online."  He spoke aloud, communications software tapping into the Titans communicators.  the Titans would know he was with them now.<br/>Around him, a plethora of CCTV camera reading, magical energy readings and charts flared and chattered.