Rohan had been suspiciously eyeing the monstrous beast that Bit-Girl had decided to bring into the Tower when Mal’s voice erupted over the speakers once again. At once the teenager snapped away from his hatred towards the yarn ruining feline and rose from where he had been perched on the sofa. Fortunately he was already suited up, minus the knitted jumper he was wearing over the top, so he was all good on that front. However if he was going out in the field he would need his needles, and after taking a glance at his knitten who was wandering the floor of the living room aimlessly, he realized he would also need some more reinforcements. 

Turning on his heel, Rohan rushed back towards his room, pulling his domino out of his pocket as he did so and pulling it onto his face. In seconds he had returned to his quarters, where he scavenged about collecting things he may need. After carefully removing his magnificently carved enchanted knitting needles out of their box, he slid them into his utility belt, before scooping up his satchel. After squeezing in several balls of yarn, as well as another one of his knittens, he gave himself a quick smile into the mirror before darting towards the hangar. 

The Knitter was one of the last Titans to arrive at the jet, where he quickly seated himself inside, and taking particular care to pick a window seat. The action wasn’t necessary of course, because as soon as the hero sat down he whipped out his needles and yarn and set to work. His hands moved like lightning as he worked, looping and casting in a tremendous fashion. 

He perked up however slightly when the vessel took to the skies, although remained unfazed for the rest of the flight, continuing his work. However as the jet began to descend and Julian began to speak, Rohan finally put down his needles in an act of politeness. He had finished with his creations anyway. Yet another knitten now sat on his lap, although this one more intimidating than his others, sporting jarring teeth and claws assembled using old knitting needles. It was evidently vicious from the way it seemed to somehow snarl and growl.

Rohan nodded intently as he listened to the plan, although began to frown slightly when he failed to hear his name mentioned. Had they forgotten him? Had his lack of presence within the group cause them to miss him in their plans? He mentally laughed away the thought however. Surely they had given him, the great and powerful Knitter, an even greater plan. As such, he decided to ask.

“[color=f26522]What do I do, boss?[/color]” Rohan sprang up eagerly, his feisty knitten falling to the floor as he did so, growling once more.