I do not own anything to do with the Teen Titans, but deadeye is all mine !!!!!!

Deadeye

Like any normal night in jump city, the place sounded quiet. Except for an alleyway deep in the commercial zone of the city. Mammoth had been out drinking as he had been in the not so distance past. He'd made a habit of drinking now to forget what he'd done.

Tonight was like all the same however, he'd managed to drink himself in to a stupor. He had been stumbling back to the flat that he shared, when his eyes focused on two girls walking back to their own homes. No thanks to his booze induced state he began to form a quick, lustful plan. As he crept up behind them, they noticed there was someone behind them and they both parted to let him pass. Mammoth took his chances then and there as he grabbed one of them.

As he started dragging her back into the shadows, her friend lashed out but was pushed back with such force that she flew across the road before slamming into the hotdog cart that had been previously there. As she picked herself up she took her mobile out and dialled those three numbers, failing to notice the frankfurter, perched like a pencil, behind her ear.

Raven had been up late meditating when the call came through. Her mind had been in turmoil for the past few days. It was nagging at her so badly, she'd even tried going to Nevermore. Even Intelligence drew a blank when it came to it. This had her worried. Her eyes scanned the kitchen while waiting for the kettle to boil. She picked out an Earl Grey with Vanilla hoping to calm her down. The stuff always managed to calm her down before.

She glanced at the microwave and, almost comically, double take. 01:37 am it displayed. She'd been up longer than she thought. The kettle clicked off and she topped up her mug before walking over to the table in the lounge. Raven closed her eyes and concentrated on what had been bothering her and her tea. When she had finished she slowly put the mug back on the table. She let out a small chuckle when she realised there wasn't a mug mat under it and was thankful Starfire wasn't around. She had been acting like a nanny to most of them during the past week and it had annoyed everyone. The alarm went off. Raven jumped so high into the air that she fell backwards over sofa.

"Damn them" She muttered.

"Don't they have any sense of time? It's the middle of the bloody night"

She took several steps towards the computer and scanned the report. Mammoth was drunk again and was probably lining someone else up to be raped. Mammoth had taken to more violent crimes nowadays. Assault, GBH, Rape and Murder. You name it and he'd probably done it. Raven took several steps backward and the swirling, all consuming black engulfed her and took her to where he was. Moments later the rest of the titans busted through the door and guessing Raven had already left, by the abandoned mug, they proceeded on to Mammoth.

Meanwhile, down in the alleyway, the girl had broken free from Mammoth's clutches and had run down the dead end alley with out thinking. Mammoth smiled as he turned to lumber after her.

About 4 blocks away, the top of a fire escape was suddenly covered in a white light, spreading over anything and everything. It didn't give out light, it radiated it. Out stepped a guy wearing army camouflage trousers with a black, long sleeve shirt, a dark leather trench coat and, quite comically, an eye patch. This would have been funny, if you didn't know about him or his reputation. His name was known in many countries.

In Britain as The Equalizer, in Germany as Der Seele Kollektor, in France as L'Agent de recouvrement and in America as Deadeye. He was the one to call when the bad guys really got out of hand. No one lived after he had decided it was their turn to die for their sins. He slowly walked over to the side of the fire escape and set down the black brief case. He crouched down flicking the dials to his personal unlocking code and opened up the case. Inside was a dismantled H&K MSG90 and as he picked up the pieces, he connected them with perfect ease. Last thing on was the powerful scope on top. He put a hand into the trench coat and drew out a single round. That was all he needed. As he pulled the bolt back, the chamber opened and he slid the single bullet into it and replaced the bolt.

He gazed down the scope with his uncovered eye and took aim. He saw the girl break free and run down the alley. Deadeye closed his normal eye and with his left hand, lifted the eye patch, and glared down the scope with the other eye. Immediately time slowed down. Milliseconds dragging into hours. He could see the guy down the alley as clear as day, and he could see he was turning.

The only thing which didn't take hours was his own movements. He seemed separate in this world where time had slowed and he took his time to aim right between the eyes. He started to pull the trigger and he could feel the hammer being pulled back, as minute as the trembles were, almost to the point of no return, when black engulfed the end of the alley between him and Mammoth. He halted his finger temporarily on its quest for justice and opened his really eye to confirm what he was actually seeing. Remembering who he was and what he was doing he closed his eye again. The trigger pulled back and the hammer rolled backwards before snapping forwards, hitting the pin which ignited the propellant in the bullet.

As the bullet came out of the casing, the shell was ejected and the bullet sped up to lethal speed and as it exited the long barrel, a brief flash before it began its last journey. Moments after the casing was ejected he caught it easily and held it clamped in his hand. He could hear it sizzling against his flesh but he had no time to worry, as he engulfed the bullet in white. Unfortunately, Raven had been in the way….