A/N: So this was originally supposed to be a giant one-shot, but I've already put soooo much time and energy into it that I decided to make it a short multichip. 8 chapters altogether, all but the 7th and 8th are written so it should be finished soon. Also sorry for the lame title, I could not for the life of me think of anything else, so yeah…

Some small notes you should be aware of before reading, I did not do my research before writing this so if things don't make sense or you see a loop-hole (trust me there are some) then please try your best to ignore it, if you see one and want to bring it to my attention, your more than welcome too, but honestly I'm so tired of working on this thing that I most likely won't get to correcting it. And I mention the TITAN virus, which for those who don't know is from the game Batman: Arkham Asylum. It's basically a better version of the venom Bane uses, so that's just a small FYI.

Anyways I hope you enjoy it and remember reviews are more appreciated than faves.

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"We cannot let them escape!" Aqualad's voice rang in loud and fierce over the comm. Link, anger and fatigue evident in his tone.

This is bad. Superboy thought.

"Yeah, no shit!" Artemis' vulgar remark was followed by a clear crack from her end; someone was receiving the brunt of the archer's anger. The cursing was a sign of how bad things were going; it was something the other would do when overly stressed.

Really bad.

The team had been given a relatively easy assignment, steak-out the enemy's hideout and gather Intel on what it was they were up to.

It was needless to say that it hadn't gone as smoothly as planned. The enemy had anticipated their arrival and had successfully separated them right from the start. Once they'd been split up the man in charge had appeared and explained, as all mediocre villains do, his plan to use a modified form of the TITAN virus to create an army and take over the world—blah blah blah. Like that was original.

What the man had said next, however, wasn't something to be brushed off so easily. The informant they were using had been caught and tortured into revealing information on them, then killed.

That explained why their opponents could so easily match and counter their fighting styles.

"Whose closest to the launch—aughh!—pad?" The pained cry of Aqualad's opponent cut through his strained question. He sounded so obviously stressed.

Superboy found his own situation was becoming stressful too. The enemy seemed impossible to get rid of. It wasn't that they were tough to fight, quite the contrary really, it was just that for every one opponent taken down, two seemed to take his place.

Growing more agitated by the second, Superboy grabbed a hold of the man who lunged at him and using the momentum swung around and released him into three more fast approaching enemies, sending them all tumbling backwards.

He paused for a second catching his breath, that was when something caught his eye. The launch pad. There was a moderately sized attack copter in stand-by, its blades spinning quickly and ready for take off.

"Just give me a sec—"

"I am." His response cut off Kid Flash's.

"I can see the launch pad! I'll stop the—"He was interrupted as a man jumped on him from behind, trying to drag him to the ground.

Superboy let out a growl before tossing his head back, hitting the man square in the face. As he was released from the other's grip the clone spun on his heel, arm pulled back, and punched the man across his face, sending him flying into a nearby wall.

With a new objective in sight, Superboy crouched low as more enemies closed in on him and leapt into the air, landing a good distance away. One more leap and he was on the launch pad.

Not stopping as his feet hit the ground; he took off in a run and made it to the back of the helicopter in seconds.

As he boarded the aircraft he noticed metal crates atop more crates that read TITAN in bold red letters, frowning at the scene, he made it to the cockpit with the intention of shutting the aircraft down.

The sound of fast approaching footsteps stopped him. Turning quickly he was greeted by the crazed face of the one dubbed 'Man in Charge' as he swung a crowbar down on him. His reaction was too late and the man managed to hit him over the head with the metal bar, sending the clone stumbling back onto the controls.

Superboy gripped his head, in pain, and blinked his eyes to try and clear the double vision.

WHAM!

He was hit once more. Slipping to the ground, Superboy groaned in pain, his vision now blurred and darkening.

The man laughed, sick and twisted, as he pulled out a small gun-shaped object and loaded it with something bright neon green.

"I was hoping the crowbar would not have been enough to stop you." The man snickered as he pointed the too-small gun at Superboy.

"Now why don't—"He was interrupted as the Kryptonian clone lunged forward, his vision having cleared enough to make out the figure of the man before him, in an attempt to tackle the other.

He missed, hitting the metallic crates hard and denting a few. The man had jumped back just in time and was about to open his mouth to speak, when Superboy lunged again, this time managing to knock the other to the ground.

The man scrambled to his feet and ran to the rear of the aircraft, Superboy right behind. As the other reached the open cargo door, he turned, the small gun pointed directly at Conner. The clone stopped for a second then frowned before advancing once more.

"Guns can't hurt me."

"This one can!" The man's wild eyes unnerved Superboy, making him stop in his tracks.

The man smiled, making him look absolutely insane.

"This, my boy!" He gestured to the gun,"is a tranquilizer dart gun! Only it's not loaded with the normal darts! These darts—needles really, are—"

He was cut off as something 'zipped' through the air and wrapped tightly around his legs causing him to lose his balance and fall forwards.

Superboy recognized the familiar wing shape of the object and looked up in time to see Robin land softly at the end of the cargo door, a triumphant grin plastered on his face.

"YOU!" The man shouted loudly, saying the word as if it were something disgusting and vile.

Robin walked forward intent on confiscating the dart gun and securing the man.

"Thought you could stop us did you?" His tone was mocking,"But it looks like we stopped you!" The grin had not once left his face.

Superboy watched the scene and allowed himself to let his guard down; the mission was as good as over now.

"NO!" The man screamed and in a last ditch attempt scrambled after the small dart gun, which had been knocked a couple feet away from him. "I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

Superboy and Robin both lunged for the gun themselves, Conner more afraid for Robin's sake, he was human and guns hurt humans.

But as the man reached it before them and turned to face the clone, confusion was all that came over Superboy. Hadn't he told him guns were useless against him?

The wicked smile on the other's face said otherwise as he fired the dart.

The green needle zipped through the air and struck him in his right pectoral.

"SUPERBOY!"

Robin's frantic scream was the last thing he heard as his body grew heavy and he collapsed. His vision blurred, everything spinning and mixing, before his world went black.