Hello everyone, and welcome to the second installment in my Titans Tag Tournament series! Now, for those of you who read my first story, welcome back, homies! For those who are new, I suggest you read my first story, Titans Tag Tournament. Anyway, also for those who are new: this story is BBKole, got it? If you can't handle it, get the hell out. But for those who are mature enough to handle a rare pair, welcome!

Another thing, this story contains a shitload of OC's. All ranging from major roles to three sentences. I might post chapters containing backstories and all that other info. And if you guys are interested in a few, I might let you use them if you want!

With that being said, sit back and enjoy the story!

A man was sitting in his prison cell, breathing heavily. He had his pants leg rolled up, and was slicing a razor across his thigh. He hissed through clenched teeth, and banged his head against the wall, trying to block out the sharp sting. He finally calmed down, and slowly drew the razor over his cheek. Blood slowly seeped through the wound, and the man grabbed a stained and dirty rag next to him. He wiped the blood away, whistling a tune to himself. If one was listening, they would've have noticed the tune was the Teen Titans theme song.

Ah, the Teen Titans. A teenage group of superheroes that were the guardians of Jump City. The man chuckled darkly. Oh, how he despised those little brats! They were nothing but little kids playing hero. They were full of corruption, in his opinion. 'The other one was a better leader,' he thought to himself. His eyes narrowed as his mind drifted off to the current Titans leader. "Beast Boy." He snarled. He glanced at his prosthetic arm, and clenched his teeth. It was all that changeling's fault that this happened to him! That he lost his arm, his dignity, his home!

The man sighed. Now was not the time to be angry. Shaking his head, he grabbed the razor again. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and brought the sharp object to his chest. Before he could do anything, however, he heard a small noise. He glanced at his prison door in confusion. Then it opened. Tilting his head, he walked towards the open door. No one was there, greatly confusing him.

Cautiously, he stepped out of his cell. His eyes shifted around, narrowed. He expected something to jump out at him. A criminal, a guard, anything. He took another step forward, and stepped in something wet. He glanced down, and gasped, jumping back. He had stepped in a puddle of blood. He looked around, and noticed that the blood had come from a dead guard. The guard had a knife pinned in his heart, with a sheet of paper taped to the handle. The man slowly approached it, and took the paper.

It was a note. The man narrowed his eyes as he read it. "Come to the exit. Take the knife, too." The man tilted his head, but obeyed the note. He took the knife from the guard's body, and walked down the halls to where he assumed was the exit. He looked around, noticing the rather quiet atmosphere. The man shuddered. It was really starting to creep him out. He tightened his grip on the knife, and noticed how the air suddenly turned colder. Then the man heard a sound. Confused, he glanced up, and his eyes widened. A prisoner was staring at him from the walkway above. The prisoner chuckled, and leaped down. He landed in front of the man, and stood up, grinning evily.

Then, without warning, the crazed prisoner lunged. Our not-a-hero swiftly dodged the attack, and kicked the prisoner in the face. The crazed man reeled back, but nearly instantly recovered. He grinned again, and charged. The man reacted quickly, jumping over his opponent with relative ease. He landed roughly, however, and the prisoner took this chance to leap onto his back. The prisoner grinned, and clamped his teeth down onto the man's ear. The man yelped, and desperately reached for his knife, which he had dropped when he was tackled. Then he screamed in pain as the prisoner ripped his ear off, spitting it out somewhere.

The man clutched the bleeding wound, and turned around, kicking the prisoner away. The prisoner landed roughly on his back, and hissed. The man took this chance to dive for his knife. But by this time the prisoner had recovered. He lunged, but the man turned around, knife in hand. The prisoner growled as he felt the small blade enter his shoulder. He grabbed the man by the hair, and proceeded to repeatedly slam his head into the ground. The man groaned as the assult continued, and he weakly reached for his knife. The prisoner noticed this, and took the knife out of his shoulder, and tossed it away. However, he then felt two hands grab his head.

Snap

The prisoner fell down, limp. The man sighed, and rolled the body off him. He shakingly stood up, and picked up the knife. He began to walk away, not wanting to look back and see the man he had just killed.

The man finally saw an exit, and smiled. He slowly walked outside, breathing in the fresh air. He then heard footsteps, and he turned around, holding out the knife defensively. A figure stepped out of the shadows, and the man tensed up, unaware of what was going to happen next. The figure raised his hand, signalling peace. The man sighed, and lowered his weapon. The figure chuckled, and began to approach him. The figure wore a white lab coat, and was shirtless, revealing a scrawny form. The man noticed that the newcomer had skin with a green tint. The figure also wore a pair of saggy snow pants. The figure was also barefoot.

He wore a fedora, which covered his face. The figure finally opened his mouth, and began to speak. "I see you made it out alive," he said in a really hoarse and raspy voice. Then he took off his fedora, revealing a middle aged Japanese man. He smiled, revealing yellowed teeth. "My name is Daisuke Miwa, but you may call me Biohazard." Our not-a-hero narrowed his eyes.

"Are you the one who freed me?" He asked. Biohazard nodded, chuckling.

"Yeah, that's me," he rasped. He then began to cough wildly, and green liquid flew from his mouth. It landed on the man's shirt, and he watched as it burned a whole in it. Biohazard chuckled as he saw the man's shocked face. "I'm called Biohazard for a reason, kid." He reached into his coat, and pulled out a small glass tube that was filled with a clear liquid. He opened it, and chugged down the liquid. He then cleared his throat. "Let me get down to business. My boss is a very busy person, and is in need for an enforcer." He waved his hand. "She already has two, but she decided she wanted another." He pointed at the man. "And she has selected you for that duty." The man tilted his head, and scowled.

"What's in it for me?" He demanded. Biohazard sighed, and reached into his coat again. He pulled out a file, and smiled. He handed it to the man, who cautiously took it.

"For your work, we offer you the man you've been holding a grudge against." He said. The man opened the file, and his eyes widened when he saw a familar green face in it.

The man glanced at Biohazard, grinning. "When do I start?"

Dun, dun, dun! Hope you enjoyed it! Anyway, before you go, I want to introduce you to Biohazard.

Real name: Daisuke Miwa

Powers: can melt anything he touches when he wants to, can spit acids. Also skilled in chemistry

Backstory: He started out as a scientist who mostly worked in the labs. But one day a freak lab explosion caused numerous chemicals to bond with his DNA, turning him into a living bach of acid. Feeling like he was nothing but a freak, he became a criminal, often helping those who needed experiments to be done. His work eventually caught the attention of his now boss, who hired him as her employee.

Personality: Despite his accident and his criminal life, Biohazard is a fairly normal person. He often keeps a calm mind, but is usually quick to anger.

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