Robin stood in the center of the cleared space, his posture all business. Cyborg leaned against the control console, arms crossed. Beast Boy, in the form of a small green mouse, scurried along the back of the sofa where Starfire sat, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Raven hovered in a corner, a dark cloak of stillness amidst the light, her eyes closed in meditation.

The girl stepped forward. She didn't mimic Robin's movements. She absorbed them. Then she flowed through the entire, complex sequence he'd demonstrated—not just the first three moves—with an eerie, mirror-perfect grace. Her form was flawless, but there was no effort behind it. It was like watching a recording.

As she finished the final pivot, the overhead lights stuttered. A harsh, digital glitch-screech burst from Cyborg's console. The main viewscreen fizzed with static for a single, jarring second.

At the same moment, Starfire gasped. A corona of green starbolt energy flared uncontrollably around her clenched fists, reacting to the sudden power surge. A matching, faint amber glow—similar in hue but pulsing erratically—flickered around the new girl's outstretched hand.

For three heartbeats, the two energies seemed to vibrate in unison, a silent, visible chord struck between them. The air tasted of ozone and something sweetly alien.

Then it faded. The glow vanished from both of them. The Tower's hum returned to normal.

Raven's eyes snapped open. She drifted forward, her feet touching the floor with silent finality. Her hooded gaze was fixed on the space between Starfire and the girl.