The purple bubble glowed on its own, slowly rotating and casting light along different paths. In the pitch-black fast-food restaurant, it was quite pretty, like a spinning disco ball in a dance hall, just not as bright.
But it was enough. Even without music, the lunatics of Doom Patrol seemed to have all thought of the same thing. They began rhythmically bobbing their heads up and down, as though enjoying the atmosphere of a dance club.
"It's like we're back in the nineties, whoa!" Elasti-Girl had even stopped pushing Chief's wheelchair. Her movements made it look like she was about to start dancing.
At that moment, Guy switched to another personality—a disco teen in bell-bottoms. This new personality walked into the middle of the group, coolly adjusted his Thunderbolt Gloves, and began performing Travolta's classic moves from Saturday Night Fever.
When normal people felt that something was wrong, these people found nostalgic joy in it. Even Chief struggled as though he wanted to climb out of his wheelchair and dance.
"Ah, you just can't understand if you didn't live through that era." Emiko boredly plucked her bowstring, producing a sound like someone fluffing cotton. She quietly asked Damian, "How long are they going to keep this up?"
"Until the radio disappears too." Robin was too young to have experienced the disco era, but that did not stop him from seeing through the essence of things. "Red Arrow, check the air-conditioning unit behind the restaurant. Crush, look for the cold storage room in the kitchen. Djinn, assist Raven with her spellcasting."
Seeing that his Teen Titans had not been affected by the attack on their memories, Damian was greatly relieved. He had connected a few dots and immediately assigned people to verify his theory.
"Raven's spellcasting is something I can't help