CHAPTER

3

In his room, Robin went to work on coming up with a way to get powers. He was tired of being the only Teen Titan without them. He set up two giant clear cylinders, which were connected by different cords and wires. He picked up a cage with a bird inside (a robin, of course) and looked at it.

“All right. Ready, buddy?” he said to the bird. “Just going to merge our DNA. No big deal.” He opened the cage and carefully grabbed the critter, who chirped in reply.

“What are the superpowers of a robin?” Robin said aloud. “Well… uh… good question. Uh… flight! Picking things up off the ground with your mouth. Crazy old bird feet. Stuff like that.”

Robin put the bird into one of the large cylinders. He could barely contain his excitement. “Nothing like a little lab disaster to give you superpowers,” Robin said.

He shut the cylinder’s door on the animal, then went to the control panel and pushed a series of buttons. To close, he took out a giant wrench and smashed the control panel with it! Crash!

He raced to the other cylinder and quickly got inside.

Zap! Bang!

“Bad idea! Bad idea! Bad idea!” cried Robin. He felt like his brain and his body were frying like bacon.

After his DNA restructured and the lightning bolts stopped whizzing around him, the smoke cleared and Robin stepped out from the cylinder. And…

Nothing had changed! Robin’s plan had failed.

Or had it?

Just then, the other cylinder’s door opened and the bird sprang out and did an impressive somersault. Then it pulled out a Batarang launcher, fired a grappling hook, and made its escape.

Robin suddenly grabbed his stomach and doubled over in pain. His face filled with confusion as he felt feathers spring from his ears! His feet turned into bird’s feet. His mouth became a beak! Robin had turned into a sort of mutant robin!