{Chapter 2} 4 years later

The news of Ravens departure tore the team apart. The team tried to continue fighting but soon found it wasn't the same without Raven. Robin and Starfire married a year after the team retired, taking on their original names. Cyborg, known as Victor now, opened his own mechanical engineering shop, dating here and there. Beast Boy, taking on his birth name Logan, took on a job as a hitman, not ready to give up on defending the city. Hes had a couple of flings, one night stands. Having not quite found the woman to fill the void in his heart an empath left. Nobody has heard from or seen their gothic friend since. Until now.

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A young man sped into the parking lot of a semi-crowded bar. He parked his Yamaha FZ8N motorcycle near the back entrance to the building. Straddling his bike, he took off his blood red motorcycle helmet, placing it on the handle. Three figures walked towards him as he put down the kickstand and lifted his leg over the bike. One of the figures ran and wrapped him in a hug, knocking the breath out of the young man.

"It's good to see you too, Kori," he said, breathlessly patting her on the back. "Can't...breath..."

Kori let go of the young man, stepping back as he caught his breath. Over the years Kori had grown to her full height of 6'2, her auburn hair brushing her waist, the ring on her finger toning her skin down to a light tan, and making the 'whites' of her eyes a pearly white. Her curvy body clad in a short, floral patterned halter dress. Her dainty feet wrapped in pearly pink flats.

"Sorry, Logan." She said, giving him an apologetic smile as her husband wrapped his arm around her tiny waist. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, walking up to grip Logans shoulder.

"Its good to see you Logan." He said, giving his friends shoulder a light squeeze. He dropped his hand as his wife grabbed his other hand.

"Same to you Richie." Logan said smiling, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket.

Richard had grown to his full height of 5'9, the tips of his black hair brushing his shoulders. He had a slight muscular build, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. His body clad in a black short sleeved shirt, white leather jacket, and dark jeans. Black tennis shoes covering his sock clad feet.

"Hey grass stain," the third figure said, wrapping Logan in a headlock and giving him a noogie. "Long time, no see."

"Ow," Logan shouted, laughing. "Watch the hair, Vic!"

Logan had hit a major growth spurt over the years, landing him at a good 5'7. The ring on his finger turning his green skin into a light tanish color. His short, blonde hair spkied up. His slightly muscular body clad in a white, short sleeved, round neck T-shirt, dark wash jeans, and a black leather jacket. His emerald eyes bright, a silver earring pierced in his left earlobe, a small silver loop earring pierced just above that, and a devilish smirk that made girls swoon planted on his lips.

"I think I made it look better." Victor said as Logan fixed his hair, looking in the little round mirror of his motorcycle.

Victor hadn't grown much and, much to his dismay, was still bald. The ring on his finger turning his mechanical body parts into smooth chocolate brown skin. His eyes a light grey color. His slightly muscular body clad in a gray sweatshirt and dark jeans. White tennis shoes covering his feet.

"Where'd you get a sweet bike like this, man?" Richard said, taking in his friends ride.

"Took a job as a hitman." Logan said nonchalantly as he started walking towards the bar's front entrance, his friends following shortly after exchanging a baffled look.

The group walked into the bar, taking in the bar and stage. A waitress dressed in a black skirt, white button up shirt, and a blue apron walked up to the three. Her nametag read Simmy.

"Bar or table?" She asked, grabbing a few menus from the pew.

"Table." Richard said, taking his wifes hand.

"Okay, right this way." Simmy said, turning and guiding the group to a round table in front of the stage. Logan sat on the barstool facing the stage, Richard to his right, Victor to his left, and Kori across from him. Simmy handed them their menus. "My name is Simmy, and I will be your waitress for the night. What can I get you to drink?"

"Just a beer," Victor said looking around the bar as she wrote his order down on her pad.

"Make that two," Richard said, collecting the menus from his friends, handing them to her as she jotted down his order.

"I'd like an apple martini please." Kori said running her fingertips up and down Richards forearm.

"I'll just have a glass of water," Logan said fiddling with his thumbs, his hands clapsed together on the table.

"Okay," Simmy said, jotting down the last of the orders before closing her pad and putting on her cheery smile. "I'll be right out with those orders. Be sure to enjoy the show later on tonight."

With that, Simmy left their table to put their orders in at the bar. As she finished talking to the bartender, a young woman walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention.
Logan watched the exchange. The two women nodded their heads, their mouths moving in a hushed dialouge. He watched as their waitress, Simmy, placed a hand on the womans shoulder before giving a wry smile. They both laughed at something Simmy said, before the bartender handed Simmy a tray of drinks. Simmy took the tray, turning to whisper to the young woman before the two nodded in agreement.

"Logan," Victor yelled in his friends ear, causing him to almost knock Simmy over as she walked over with their drinks.

"Ah, damn it Vic," Logan said, rubbing his ear. "What?"

"Whats wrong with ya man?" The black man said taking his drink from Simmy, nodding as a thank you. "You haven't been this silent since Ra-"

"Don't." Logan said in a warning tone, taking his drink from Simmy. "Just don't."

Victor lifted his hands in a backing off gesture. As Simmy finished putting down their drinks, a woman with short black hair, a hot pink strand loose in front of her eye, walked up to the microphone onstage.