As Raven pulled the trigger, the gun literally exploded, flying into thousand of pieces. There was a lot of flash and smoke, but no real damage (except to the gun, that is). It did wake up Robin, however.
"Wha--Raven, what are you doing in here? And what was that explosion?"
Raven thought fast. "I--I was feeling restless and found it at our entrance. I--I was bringing it to you to examine."
Robin looked around at the thousands of pieces on the floor. "Well, whatever it was, it isn't anymore. I doubt even Cyborg could reassemble it. We'll just have to chalk it up to a missed opportunity. Well, good night, Raven."
As Raven went back to her room, she thought to herself, 'A missed opportunity indeed."
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