So, here we are, chapter 1 of a fresh new story.

I say fresh, it's actually a sequel but who cares, huh?

On that note, just as I remember, if you've never encountered me before you may want to read 'Spitfire', this story will make LOADS more sense if you do.

I'll just hop straight into this, suffice to say there's not much to say.

Disclaimer: I own everything except the things that DC and Warner Bros own.

A loud thud echoed through the night as Nightwing stomped into his apartment in Blüdhaven and slammed the door, startling Kori Anders out of a restless sleep.

Once Robin and Starfire of the Teen Titans, the two had moved to Blüdhaven after the team disbanded, Robin took on the mantle of Nightwing and patrolled the new city, making sure justice prevailed. Kori would help him on occasion but she had a job to worry about now.

She was a secretary for a section of Wayne Enterprises based in the dingy city, it paid well enough but all she did was sit behind a desk all day.

'I gather something did not go smoothly?' She asked the silhouette that was her boyfriend of the past few years.

'You could say that.' Nightwing was obviously tired and more than a little annoyed.

'Come to bed, we can talk about it in the morning.' Kori's English had improved no end recently and she no longer over elaborated her sentences. Unless she was very excited.

Nightwing shed his costume, becoming Richard once again, and slid into the bed.

'I wonder if the others are having this much trouble.' Was his last thought before he fell asleep.

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A large sheet of metal slid out of it's restraints, falling onto a teenage boy who was half concealed under a car.

'ARGH! Dammit! Boss, little help?' A voice called, obviously pained.

A pair of large, mechanically enhanced hands lifted the sheet off the boy, who slid out, giving thanks to the head mechanic and running off to find the first aid kit and a band-aid.

'Kids.' Victor Stone smiled to himself, putting the metal back where it had fallen from.

He had gotten a job at the largest garage in Jump City after the Titans disbanded, his knowledge of mechanics general physical prowess had allowed him to move up through the hierarchy very quickly and in two short years he was now the head mechanic, in charge of everyone else. Unfortunately that included clumsy newbies.

He strolled back to his office, closing the door quietly behind him and sitting in the large chair he had made from spare parts in his free time.

'I wonder how everyone else is doing?' He wondered, unscrewing the cap of his ever present hipflask.

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Rachel Roth hit the standby on the TV remote and settled back into the luxurious leather sofa that was the main seating in the large, ornate living room.

She and Garfield had moved there not long after their wedding, immediately after the disbanding of the team.

Garfield had become a popular and prominent wildlife documentary host and was currently on an airplane from Africa where he had been making a film about some endangered species of monkey or another.

Rachel herself had taken to writing novels, mostly dark romances, which had proved lucrative to say the least. That is to say that the Logans were not in danger of becoming impoverished anytime soon.

She had been watching the news, something she did while telling herself crime-fighting wasn't part of her life anymore despite longing to get back into the game, just once.

The top story today involved yet another triumph for the Justice League, who had successfully infiltrated and brought down an underground fighting tournament in which fighters were killed. Both in fights and when they lost their appeal to the crowds.

The newsreader had said certain members were now rounding up the people who funded the fights and the picture onscreen had been of a very familiar, if slightly more mature looking, man.

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Two figures moved frantically around the darkened room, collecting papers, faxes, anything that could connect them to the fights.

A loud thud shattered the silence as one figure dropped the box it was carrying. They both froze, half expecting that the noise had alerted the whole world to their presence.

'God dammit! Jenkins, the League'll be here any minute, you wanna still be here when they arrive?' A gruff voice emanated from one figure.

'No sir, sorry sir.' A slightly higher voice, dripping with barely masked hatred, answered.

As they frantically worked they failed to notice the third figure in the room with them. A dark outline atop one of the exposed beams of the roof.

The figure appeared to be sitting, dangling a leg off the beam and surveying the two others with little interest.

'Good,' Gruff Voice began, 'that's the last of it, now lets get out of here before the League bust our ass.' They began to move towards the door when the surveying figure descended from the rafters.

'Too late.' It said, it's voice full of amusement and though it was beginning to fade it still held a British accent.

Before either man could escape or attack they had been knocked out by the mysterious Justice League member.

'That was far easier than I thought. Thank the fates they didn't have guns.' The voice spoke to nobody in particular. It was, of course, heard by whoever was monitoring the comms at this time of night, probably J'onn, who decided not to comment.

The figure set about tying the criminals to the central pillar of the office and then sat against the wall.

'Spitifre, I've alerted the authorities to come collect them if you want to head back.' Sure enough, J'onn's voice crackled through the earpiece.

'Dude never sleeps, does he?' A voice in Spitfire's mind asked.

'Thanks, J'onn, but I think I'll skip out on the pickup tonight. I'm close to an old town I used to know, thought I'd give it a once-over, y'know for old time's sake?' He answered, standing up and moving to the window.

'I understand, we're up here if you need us.' The comm shut off.

Spitfire glanced back at the criminals, who were slowly coming round.

'Goodnight boys.' He intoned with a smile before leaping from the window.

He hit the ground in a crouch and straightened up before remembering something urgent.

'J'onn, could you tell Terra I'm down here? You have no idea how bad I got yelled at last time I didn't tell her where I was.' He reactivated the comm to ask.

'Got it, and Spitfire, I do know, we all heard it.' A light chuckle floated down the line.

'Thought you might have. And J'onn, I'm off duty now, so it's Charly, ok?' With that he strolled off into the city streets to the cacophony of sirens drawing closer.

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'He is so inconsiderate sometimes!' Terra was raging around the Watchtower, ranting to anyone who would listen. Currently that would be the Flash, or rather the new Flash. Bart Allen, formerly Kid Flash, had taken over the role when Wally West had 'retired'.

'I'm sure he considered how you would feel, after all, he got J'onn to tell you. He's learned from the last time.' He added the final part under his breath, unfortunately it was a loud breath which gained him a death glare. 'He's his own guy though, you know that.' He reasoned.

Terra slowed her pace, feeling that timeless tenderness through her anger.

'I just worry, that's all.' Her hand went to her face to move her hair, which she had cut short a while ago, as such there was nothing to brush away. Bart noticed.

'You're tired, you should get some sleep.' He advised. 'He'll be alright, he always is.' He caught her look, 'Ok, except that one time, still, he bounced back from that quite well, I doubt he would have needed our help.'

Terra merely nodded and set off to get some sleep.

'Now, what was I doing? Oh yeah, Oreos!' Bart rushed off into the darkened corridors.

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'…Yeah, some crazy devil worshipper somehow managed to kidnap him for some weird ritual.' Victor's voice poured through Gar's cell phone.

'Why didn't he tell me?' Gar felt hurt that his friend would neglect to tell him anything.

'He told me he'd told Rae, might have been lying I guess.' Victor reasoned.

'Hmm… I've gotta go Vic, just pulled up outside home.' He clicked the phone shut after their goodbyes, paid the cab driver and looked up at his enormous house.

'I'm so lucky.' He sighed to himself, setting off up the drive.

He was greeted at the door by Rachel and they brushed lips by way of a hello.

'How was it then?' She asked, as soon as the door was closed. She hadn't spoken to him in person for weeks so she just wanted to hear his voice.

'It was great, the shooting was fantastic. All single takes. When it's done the show'll be fantastic.' He dropped his suitcase at the foot of the stairs and moved to the living room. 'Those poor monkeys, poachers are wiping them out faster than they can reproduce. It's possible there may be some tears on the documentary.'

He slumped into the comfortable sofa and sighed heavily, savouring the familiar senses of home, the feel of the carpet on his feet, the sun streaming through the windows and the faint scent of Rachel's perfume that hung in the air.

'Anything happen while I was away?' He asked, expecting a long list, he hadn't been home in a while.

'Nothing really, Kori got a raise.' Rachel sat on the sofa next to him. 'Vic won some kind of award or race or something and I gather you've already heard about Charly?' She glanced at him, catching the confused look on his face.

'I heard some nut managed to capture him and something about a ritual but that's it.' Gar leaned forward, rubbing his eyes.

'Well, you've heard half of it then. This ritual was to…' She stopped suddenly, glancing around the room. Gar recognised when his wife had felt something out of the ordinary.

'What is it?' He asked, concernedly.

'Oh nothing, but I'm sure he'd rather tell you the story himself.' She turned on the sofa to see the tall man leaning against the doorframe.

'Y'know, you could have knocked on the door rather than breaking in. I should call the cops.' She stood to confront her brother. She was, however, smiling.

'What would you tell them? 'A member of the Justice League broke into my house to say hi'? I don't think they'd care.' He moved into the room. 'How long has it been?' He asked, pulling Rachel into a brotherly embrace.

'Three months, give or take. I heard you were on a mission?' Rachel asked as Gar came to stand by her.

'Yeah, just collecting some garbage nearby, thought I'd drop in. Hey, Gar.' He extended a hand.

'Dude, we never hug anymore, I'm beginning to think you don't love me.' The green man joked, grabbing Charly into a hug.

'He's gotten much stronger since the last time we met… Challenge him to a fight!' Bravery shouted inside his head.

'So, before I arrived you were discussing my little 'Satanist' problem.' Charly motioned for them to sit down then took his own seat in a large armchair.

'How d'you know?' Gar asked, cocking his head.

'A little bird told me. It's an odd story, you've got to the part about the ritual right?'

He was answered with nods.

'Ok, the ritual was designed to release the 'inner demon' of whoever was the subject. My little friend managed to find out about my… delicate heritage and thought I would make a good Demon Slave.'

He closed his eyes, savouring the memory of the look on the man's face when he had burned his house down.

'Anyway, he was halfway through the ritual when the JL intervened, thanks must go to Bart and Tara for the assistance. Of course, by being half done with the ritual I was half done becoming a demon, as such I had developed certain… 'traits'.' He grinned and pointed to his enlarged, sharpened canines, almost fangs now.

Gar grinned to reveal his own fang, it seemed to suit him better.

'I also developed these blasted things. Useful at times, but otherwise they just get in the way.'

He stood, turned his back on them and removed his coat. Poking through holes in his shirt and folded to his back were two large, black, leathery wings, much like a bat's, but they seemed…spikier, more threatening.

Gar gasped and leapt to his feet, moving to inspect the strange new appendages. Rachel simply stared.

'This is intriguing! So these are a result of someone trying to make you more demonic?' Gar aksed, prodding them, causing them to twitch.

'Yeah, I really don't understand it at all. It just seems a little farfetched doesn't it? Still, they have their uses.' He turned back around to face them, grabbing a knife from his boot and slamming it into his left wing. The knife snapped.

'Strong as Adamantium, but light as…well… wings.' He put the broken knife back into his pocket, seemingly unconcerned that he broke it. 'It's one of Batman's' He threw the comment into the room flippantly.

'I don't understand, Trigon isn't a winged demon. For all intents and purposes you're not actually directly related to him anyway.' Rachel had stood too, moving forward to tentatively poke one of the odd additions to her otherwise perfectly normal brother. Well, as perfectly normal as he had ever been.

'I know, we had some of the magic users in the League check it out. Turns out the ritual transforms the subject into the form the 'caster' believes to be truly demonic. Obviously my guy didn't have much of an imagination.' He grabbed his coat and was about to throw it back on when a ringing emanated from his pocket.

Grabbing his cell phone, he checked the screen and shot a terrified look at the other two. He mouthed the word 'Tara' to them before flipping it open.

'Hi, honey.' He said, innocently.

There was a pause where his face fell.

'I know, I asked J'onn to tell you…' pause 'Well yeah, I know I didn't mention it would be all night and some of today, I…'

Rachel grinned and Gar looked sympathetic as Charly whipped the phone away from his ear, rubbing it with his other hand. Tara's voice came through the phone as clear as if she was in the room with them.

'I'm with the Logans… Alright, I'll come straight back. Have J'onn prep the transporter.' He snapped the phone shut and grinned at the couple. 'Sorry for the flying visit guys, but, y'know.' He set off to their French windows.

Gar caught up with him, looking pained.

'Dude, good luck up there. Last time Rae was that mad at me I was sleeping in the garden for three days.' He slapped his brother-in-law on the back.

'It'll be fine. She can't resist me when I turn on the charm, if I let her think she's gotten through to me I can get some in about 45 minutes.' He let a large grin creep over his features.

Gar grinned back before cuffing him on the back of the head.

'You're unbelievable.' He laughed.

'See you around.' Charly stepped into the garden before opening the link to the Watchtower.

'Beam me up, Mr. Scot…J'onzz.' With that he vanished, transported via some high-tech device or another.

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Charly stepped off the transport panel, took a deep breath and set off for his room, and the waiting, furious Tara.

'Not so loud this time, ok man?' Bart accosted him, grinning as he walked past.

And that's chapter 1

I assume at least some of you who read Spitfire are reading this, so welcome back!

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I thought for a bit of fun and to change some dynamics I'd whack in the wings. Will they be important? Probably not. But maybe.

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