A/N - This is, as the title implies, the sequel to Nightweaver Year One. As a foreword, it isn't exactly after Year One; this is simply Nightweaver's second year as a vigilante. What happened between Year One and Year Two will be covered throughout this, I promise. While this is a Titans fanfic, they will not personally make a major appearance for a few chapters. Never fear, they'll get here. Without further hesitation, get ta' steppin'.

Nightweaver sat in his chair, high in a hotel in Gotham, overlooking the heart of the city. The New Year's Ball was raised high above the crowds, shimmering from the massive amount of lights surrounding it. The crowd below him began counting down; in ten seconds, the year would be over, marking his second actually on the Earth, fighting as a vigilante. He'd spent time in a number of places; the Phantom Zone for several months, Hell itself for almost a year, and even longer as a ghost. He was brought back to life by Raven after his archnemesis, the Black Mask, had been spotted again. He escaped, but barely, and Nightweaver was coming to exact his revenge.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight. As the seconds passed by, he thought about how much his life had changed in the past two years. He'd left a life of crime, become a Teen Titan, met some girls. He'd become a multimillionaire. He'd watched Black Mask shoot the two women he cared about in his life in the face, causing him to give up on living and shoot himself.

I literally fought my way back out of Hell. I'd say that's pretty damn good. Roman Sionis, be ready.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

So much has changed since then. I'm a different person. I'm more than ready to kill him again.

Four.

Three.

Two. He started to actually shift attention to the celebration in the final second, looking just in time to watch the ball drop.

Now everything has changed. New beginning. His communicator pinged, and he checked the message. Robin had put out an alert.

We need all active Titans in Jump. The Riddler has been spotted setting up for what looks like a massive attack on the Tower. A second came in, clearly a personal message instead of a group one. Weaver, if you think you're ready, Batman could lend you the Batwing. He's offered to let you take it there. Autopilot will bring it back to him, so don't worry about the return. He cracked his neck and unzipped his duffel bag, revealing the armor set that Cyborg had made for him so long ago. He was suited up within minutes, a feeling of familiarity rising up and enveloping him as he clicked each armor piece into place on the previous one. He called Batman on the communicator; Alfred answered.

"Batman told me to be expecting a call from you. I take it that you have need of the Batwing?"

"Just open the cave. I'll be there." He hung up, opened the hotel window, and jumped out. He was about two hundred feet off the ground when he shot a grappling hook out from his wrist launcher, latching onto a nearby building and swinging; his feet nearly skidded the ground as it reached the lowest part of the arc, and he launched himself as he began to reach his maximum momentum. He moved from building to building until he reached Wayne Manor, glad to see that the entrance to the Batcave was wide open. He swung inside, narrowly missing hitting his head on the top, landing in a roll to distribute his momentum correctly. Alfred was standing in front of him, giving a light applause.

"Master Wayne has quite a knack for theatrics, but I must say, that was well done." Batman approached him, and Nightweaver rose to his full height, only a few inches shorter than the Dark Knight now.

"Are you sure you're ready to do this?"

"Not at all."

"It takes time, Simon."

"I've taken enough time. I just need to distract myself from my own thoughts."

"You forget that I've been through the same thing. I know what you're going through, dealing with your friends' deaths. Just be glad you were able to bring them back."

"I am. I just need to get back into my normal routine and I'll be fine."

"Be careful. In your current state, you're very exploitable."

"I will. Thanks for the ride." He walked to the Batwing, popped the windscreen, got inside and took off.

Almost an hour later, thanks to the Batwing being much faster than any normal jet, Nightweaver brought the plane down for a landing. His communicator buzzed, and he got tired of it and patched it into the HUD of his armor. Batman popped up in front of his right eye.

"Just eject. The autopilot will bring it back to me." He didn't bother responding, he just slapped the button and launched the seat out of the cockpit. He jumped out and grappled onto a nearby building. As he descended, Raven appeared out of a portal and grabbed him out of the air, lowering him in front of her.

"Nice to see you too, Raven."

"I didn't think you would come."

"Neither did Batman. That doesn't matter."

"The others are in the Tower."

"Take me there, then." The both vanished in a black puff of energy, rising up out of twin portals in the main room of Titans Tower. The rest of the Titans, including Catgirl, were all surrounding the computer, staring up at the screen. Nobody seemed to notice them.

"Now, if I'm correct, the Riddler has made a mistake in assuming we would think he's made a mistake; instead of going to the marina, we need to check downtown. He's a genius. Geniuses don't make mistakes that painfully obvious," Robin explained. Nightweaver had gotten behind the group and spoke up.

"If you think he thinks you think he's made a mistake, what if he's another step ahead of you? He knows that you're almost as good at this as Batman." They turned, most of them looking surprised to see him. He glanced at Kitrina, who was just looking around the room, as if trying to keep herself from looking at him. Robin extended a gloved hand, and he shook it.

"We didn't think you would want to come. It's nice to have you back, at least for now."

"Thanks. I just felt like I needed to." Beast Boy looked up to him, his previous disposition towards him seemingly gone.

"What's it been like in Gotham? Have you been working with Batman?"

"I haven't done much of anything. I've just been trying to figure things out."

"Batman's not the most fun person to work with," Robin noted. "There's a lot more rules than you'd expect. He treats you more like a liability than help."

"Back to Riddler," Nightweaver said, bringing the conversation back away from him. "We should probably check both spots, just in case. What kind of attack are we looking at?"

"Do you really want to know?" Raven asked in her usual monotone.

"He's been leaving question mark shaped packs of C4 on the Tower," Cyborg explained. "Found them all cause they've got a sucky remote detonator, easy to detect with a simple scan." He retrieved one of such detonators from the table and showed it to him, then tossed it back down.

"And I take it there appears to be stockpiles in both sections?"

"Exactly," Robin interjected.

"I'll take downtown, you guys get the marina."

"Don't be stupid. We'll go as a group." Catgirl finally spoke up.

"The girls can head to the marina, the guys can go downtown." She walked away, leaving before anybody could argue against her idea.

"What's with her?" Cyborg asked, obviously irritated by how she'd been acting.

"What was she like before I got here?" Weaver asked.

"A little less quiet, but not by much."

"She's just mad at me. It'll pass."

"It's not like it was your fault, Simon," Robin said, trying to make him feel better.

"Nightweaver. Simon's dead and gone. And I know. There was nothing I could do to stop it. She's just mad that I chose her to die. Let's not talk about this and just get going."

"Alright. Titans, go!"

Nightweaver dropped from the top of a department store in a crouch, surrounding himself with Riddler's thugs.

Or at least who I'm hoping are Riddler's thugs.

"Get the hell outta here, suit! This don't concern you!"

"Everything concerns me." He jumped up and kicked the thug in front of him, pushing off of his chest with his second foot and doing a full backflip. As he landed, he brought his elbow down on the neck of the thug behind him, knocking him out as he spun into a backfist, knocking the third out. There was only one left, and he grabbed his weapon with a grappling hook before he could attack him; he spun it around and around, wrapping him in it, then held a taser to the cord.

"This taser is more than enough to put you in unimaginable pain. The cord that hook is attached to does conduct electricity. You don't tell me who you're working for, I think you can figure out what I do next."

"Enigma! He called himself Enigma!"

"For being such a genius, Riddler sure is a moron. Edward E. Nigma. Robin, I think I've got the shipment." He opened the truck they had just finished loading boxes into; there was a TV inside, and it flickered to life. The Riddler appeared on screen.

"Nice to see you, Nightweaver. You seem to think you've unfoiled my plot, but I promise, this is just the beginning! You may want to go back to your precious tower now. Cyborg didn't seem to account for the fact that I'm smarter than all of you combined!" Weaver clicked a button on his wrist; Edward hit the button on his cane, and nothing happened.

"You didn't seem to account for the fact that I've got some new toys. Signal jammer. Already figured out the frequency that you were using. Won't work anymore unless I turn this off."

"You see, but I did. This is all just a ruse for my friend."

"And you're telling me this why?"

"Because I know how much everybody loves the Scarecrow!"

"Robin, you hear that?" The Boy Wonder dropped down behind him.

"Fear gas is coming out of a manhole right behind you. Let's go. Riddler's not even in the city. The bombs don't work."

"Nice talking to you, asshole." He kicked the TV screen in and walked away; Robin opened up the sewer entrance and dropped inside, Nightweaver following closely behind him.

"What's the plan?"

"Gas masks on. We see Scarecrow, we drop him as quickly as possible," Robin ordered. "He's capable of essentially taking us down in one hit."

"TOO LATE!" he screamed from behind them, stabbing them both with his FEAR injectors. He ran off, disappearing into the darkness.

"Hey kid! Turn around!" Weaver spun around in a kick; Black Mask caught it and punched him in the face, then flipped him over, landing him face first in sewage.

"Oh god, that's fucking disgusting!" He rushed forward and tackled him, smashing his back against the concrete wall.

"Robin! Fight me like a man!" Slade yelled. The hero agreed, pushing his attacker away from him, back into the sewage, and jumped on top of him, marauding his face with punches. Nightweaver grabbed one of Black Mask's flailing fists, cracking his wrist by yanking his hand to the side and pushing him off of him. Robin fell into the sewage himself and rolled away from Slade; Robin and Nightweaver stood several feet apart from each other, hallucinating that they were each other's worst enemies.

"You're going down, Sionis," Weaver spouted.

"I'm going to kill you and your friends," Robin heard Slade say.

"You aren't winning this time, Slade," Robin retorted.

"How many times to I have to kill your girlfriend for you to just give up?" Nightweaver hallucinated Black Mask saying. They rushed towards each other; both of them landed punches square in the jaw, and they knocked each other out, thankfully landing mostly on the concrete sidewalks instead of in the sewer water.

Robin came to; Nightweaver had been knocked out as well, and he shook him back into consciousness.

"Get up. Slade's down here somewhere."

"Ugh.. Where the hell were you? Black Mask showed up and knocked me out. You just disappeared."

"Fear."

"What?"

"FEAR. Scarecrow must have gotten us. Slade attacked me, and you were gone too, but obviously we were in the same area. We must have been fighting each other."

"We're telling everybody else that I knocked you out."

"We knocked each other out. Let's just say that we fought Scarecrow and he got away."

"Agreed."