He did. He did say party

This is...the worst. Five titans, with some preparation and planning you would have a 100% odds of victory. Same number of titans, no planning, no prepared battlefield gave you 75% odds. A sudden ambush against you in a location specifically chosen to your detriment, with each of your opponents having full awareness and training against your entire suite of powers...you would generously call that 50%.

Arrayed before you are some twenty to thirty odd super powered teenagers engaged in...festivities. You recall your father briefly teaching you about such things. About youthful rebellion and the odd rites of passage that came from disregarding the expectations of authority figures and engaging in reckless and self-harming behaviors.

As things now stood the odds of success were...incalculable. On the one hand, most if not all of them seemed to be severely compromised, the scent of cheap beer and hard liquor was strong in the air. On the other hand, all of them were combat trained and equipped with super powers. Not to mention the home territory advantage. There was little doubt that in the present circumstances you held an **** advantage. Said advantage simply filled you with zero confidence.

Before you can blink a pair diminutive lightning bolts rushed over, quickly grabbing the thirty or so pizza's and rushing off into the thronging crowd. At least you no longer needed to worry about those.

"S-so what are you guys celebrating" you hazard a nervous sounding probe.

Cyborg shoots you a cocky grin "Just getting out from under our baby sitter is all. Robin decided he needed a refresher course with the grand ancient one or something. So the rest of us decided now would be a great time to do a little team bonding. Y'know invite some of the other titans over, have some conversations, go through his stuff-"

"And drink copious amounts of liquor?"

Cyborgs grin widened "You know it. HEY BB I NEED TWO, HIT ME UP!" Across the room you spot a green elephant quickly wrap its trunk around a pair of beers and fling them across the room. Cyborg quickly snatches the bottles out of the air and pulls the tops off by hand, passing you one in a single smooth motion.

"Now come on, you've gotta tell the rest of the guys your story man."

Robin isn't here. Which means that unfortunately your odds of success for eliminating all of the titans in one fell swoop have just dropped to zero. It is conceivable, even probable that if you "enraged" right now and faced all of the titans here while they were so **** you could win handily. You could turn the titans holding cells against them, wait for Robin to return and deal him a crippling blow. Perhaps even gloat or monologue about his inferiority and your inevitable glory as Slades' apprentice.

You are also thoroughly aware that the titans have been in exactly such a predicament before. Multiple times even. It is almost inevitable that in trying to break them apart or subdue them, that they would escape, or fake their deaths or feign helplessness. And then at the moment before your greatest triumph they would defeat you.

It had happened to every other villain who sought to take apart the titans piecemeal. And even more that tried to take them on all at once. Even your father was not immune to this sudden reversal of fortune. It was a sad but simple truth that the titans functioned best with their backs to the wall at the eleventh hour.

If you wanted to dismantle the titans then you couldn't let them play to their strengths. The simple fact that their strengths were ploys of sudden desperation was beside the point. You needed to cut off every avenue of their success and more if you wanted to assure your victory. Your father's training and your own pride demanded nothing less.

As you come back from your thoughts you find yourself surrounded by a small smattering of spandex clad boys and Cyborg eagerly telling them about how you were "That guy who hung out with Pool Guy." Placing on your best nervous pizza boy smile you began talking.

"So...it all started when I got the call for a pizza with extra sausage...

...

...I said I needed a fundoshi. Not a Fujoshi!"

Another round of raucous laughter erupts from the crowd of boys. All easily slapping their knees and clutching their guts at your small slew of "delivery stories." You're surprised at the sudden ease with which they have seemingly taken you into their in group. You have little doubt that most of it is just from the sheer expectation that you're "funny" and the sheer amount of **** they're drinking. The fact that you also delivered "the most delicious pizza ever" is apparently another plus. Something you further attribute to all of them being hungry and drinking on empty stomachs.

Unfortunately this new found popularity has also put a damper on your secondary objectives. Namely, gaining control of titans tower and the titans communication network. Even if you can't end this all today, that doesn't mean you can't lay the groundwork for their defeat later. You just need some way to get them to stop paying attention to you.

You consider triggering your watch, releasing the animal pheromones and letting your distraction take over...but thankfully you find a natural distraction emerging all on its own. A sudden burst of noise erupts from the oversized speakers and the lights dim and strobe. There are various shouts and whoops of triumph as the noise resolves into a slow baseline and the people around you suddenly rush to the center of the room and begin forming a loose circle.

"Come on man" Cyborg urges "Star's about to do her party-trick" unwillingly you follow after, easily becoming a part of the circle and slipping in with the rest of the group.

At the center or the ring stands an orange skinned alien girl dressed in a series of sheer shawls and lace scarves. She smiles as the music picks up and her green eyes shine as the moment arrives. In time with the pulsating music she takes a step and her hip cocks. Another slow beat and her hips cock back the other way. A shawl is discarded in the process revealing the barest hint of skin, with the promise of more to come amidst the many layers.

The music picks up, her movements are precise but fluid. Her hips moving in perfect time as she begins to roll her stomach. The bare flesh she revealed earlier seeming to draw attention to itself as she swayed back and forth.

A sudden staccato of beats sets her hips shaking, the cleavage of her buttocks clearly visible from the sheer set of fabrics. As the beat comes to a standstill she lets her torso drop, hands falling flat to the ground as all is motionless and quiet for a heart shuddering instant. The music returns as she flips up into a handstand the shawl dropping to the ground. Her smile is luminous as she handsprings off the ground and lands comfortably in a practiced pose. Her torso now covered only by a few sheer lace scarves.

The small crowd hollers at the sudden shift in wardrobe and the orange alien's beaming smile grows wider as she was again picks up the rhythm and moves back into her performance.

Briefly you allow your mind to detach and assess the room. The majority of the party goers seem to be entranced and encouraging of Starfire. You note the grey skinned girl dressed like a goth raver in front of a set of turntables and lights, controlling the performance. Argent if you recall correctly. And then a caveman carrying what appeared to be a crystalline statue of a girl in the far corner. Waving it back and forth in front of a small set of flickering lights. Kole and Gnarrk if you're files are accurate.

Then there were the stragglers. Another grey skinned girl with pink hair in the middle of a heated conversation with a redheaded boy in a yellow outfit. Jinx and kid flash. Clearly whatever is going on with them is more important than the alien girls performance.

And lastly a third grey skinned girl, leaning against the doorway and nursing a drink as she looks on from afar. You can probably leave the rest of these people to their own devices, but if you want to get out of here and anywhere significant then you would need to get by her first. Her dossier easily tells the story of an introverted girl uncomfortable around strangers. You could probably strike up an awkward conversation with her and use that as an excuse to move further away from the party.

Then again this is an admittedly impressive performance. You're fairly certain that even with your training you wouldn't be able to get your leg behind your head like that. Maybe you could wait for something else to come up and simply enjoy the dance instead...