Mumbo's magic was misdirected

One may think that after being bested by the Teen Titans countless times, the Amazing Mumbo would hang up his cape and give up his life of villainy. Anyone thinking that was underestimating just how looney possession of a magic wand makes a guy. The blue magician found himself on the run from the Titans for the second time in one week, cursing under his breath as he saw Robin's motorcycle approaching behind him on the street and Raven soaring at him through the air.

He, on the other hand, was riding a magically enhanced scooter he'd pushed some kid off of and then boosted using his powers. Still, his old legs weren't suited for kicking this thing down the street. He was tiring out fast...

Luckily for him, he hadn't gone into this endeavor quite as half-cocked as it seemed. The magician skid to a stop and raised both hands (neither containing his bank loot, which had been hidden inside his magic hat). "STOOOP!" He was really banking on the Titans underestimating him...

And they did! Those poor saps... Raven could just throw him into some dark, dimensional prison, but the Titans had a habit of trying to subdue their villains the nice and easy way first. That was their duty as heroes... but it made a fine window of opportunity for villains like Mumbo to exploit them.

"Would you permit an old magician one last magic trick before ya send him back up the river?" Mumbo asked, wringing his magic hat in both hands and doing his best to look pathetic. It was a look that came naturally to him, as he exposed his blue head, wrinkled and bald on top.

"Uuuugh..." Raven and Robin groaned simultaneously. They had been kind enough to hear him out, but they weren't about to fall for that one.

"You want to do the honors, Robin? I've captured this guy so many times in the last two months, I'm running out of space to draw checks on our whiteboard..." Raven sounded even more grumpy and monotone than usual.

Sighing, Robin reached one green-gloved hand down for his utility belt. Mumbo saw the window of opportunity closing fast! That utility belt was famous among heroes and villains... it was a critical factor that allowed Robin to compete in a world of super-powered criminals. If Mumbo could get that and combine it with the power of his magic, he just might stand a chance of escaping!

"Nothing up my sleeve!" the magician announced quickly in a hurried gasp, then reached his gloved hand into his top hat and rooted around inside. He had hoped he could really focus on the magic... the likelihood of misfiring was pretty high under pressure and time constraints like this! "Presto grabbus, I gotta have this!"

Funny... it didn't really feel like he'd grabbed hold of the durable, hardened plastic utility belt.

Whatever! He was going to yank anyway! Magician's rule #1: never let them see you sweat!