Thanx for the 2 reviews! I actually have a lot of this typed up, so basically as soon as I get my requested number of reviews, I can get another chapter up. Sorry I took sooooo long updating, but my brother (the 6'4 vicious one) was reading a certain Boooklover's Pokemon fanfic. He really liked it.

Dedicated to my two reviewers, Feline Jaye, and Boooklover.

Same disclaimer applies as to the last chappie; I still don't own Teen Titans (stupid laws), and if I did you'd be watching this on TV, not reading it online.

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Previously…

"Who are you?" he breathed, unable to believe what had just happened.

"Whatever I want to be," she replied before running off.

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The other girl came running up, the other Titans not far behind. After helping him to his feet, the girl picked up the handcuffs, and looked down at them, annoyed. "Great. I let her get away," she said. "Nightwing's gonna be thrilled," she added, though not loud enough for any of the Titans to hear.

"It wasn't your fault," said Robin. "We messed up, too." The girl smiled half-heartedly.

"Thanks. Now try telling that to my da… uh… boss."

"Who are you, anyway?" asked Robin, arms crossed.

The girl thought for a second, then answered with a grin: "La hija del pájaro."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Ask Más y Menos." The girl turned to go. "Adios, amigos."

"No," said Robin. "I've got a few more questions for you. How do you know that girl? Who is she? Why does she look like Beast Boy? Why is she trying to kill me, and-mn!" The girl put her hand over his mouth.

"Slow down! I can't memorize that many questions in that amount of time and be able to answer them to your satisfaction! Jeez!" She removed her hand. "Number one: I know her because I've been tracking her for, like, ever. Number two: Her name is Analysha. Number four-"

"What about number three?" interrupted Robin.

"Uh… that's classified information?" tried the girl. Robin didn't look happy. "I'm super cereal. Da… er, my boss said not to tell."

"Super cereal? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Means I'm serious. So, anyways, number four: She's an assassin. She was hired to kill you. Although she's apparently doing it for free. Little dorkwad," she muttered. "Any more questions? I'm kinda supposed to be chasing her."

"Do you know who hired her?" asked Robin. She shrugged.

"I've got a pretty good idea."

"Who?" demanded Robin. She smiled, shaking her head.

"Now if I told you that, you'd hunt him down, and there wouldn't be anything fun left for me to do. Now honestly, I need to go." She again turned to leave. Robin reached forward and grabbed her shoulder.

The girl suddenly reached back and gripped his arm, spun around and, in the same move, twisted his arm and spun him around, forcing his arm behind his back in a painful position and held it there. Two seconds later, she suddenly seemed to realize what she was doing and released her grip, apologizing.

"Sorry. Dad taught me that defense move when I was, like, five, and he's been drilling it into my head ever since. It's stuck in there pretty good. I do it pretty much without thinking. Sorry."

"Uh… that's okay…" Robin said, rubbing his shoulder. The girl apologized again, and then ran off.

"Um… that was weird," said Beast Boy.

"And we're going to find out more about both of those girls," said Robin.

"How?" asked Raven. "We don't even know where they went."

"Wrong. I got a tracker on one of them. And, if we give them enough time, they'll hunt each other down."

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A safe distance away from the Titans, the girl with black hair leaned against the wall. She lifted her wrist to speak into the communicator built into her watch. There was a beep in her earpiece, and then it connected.

"Serinoya here."

"Hiya, sweetheart!" said a boy's voice, annoyingly happy to hear from her. She couldn't help from slapping her forehead.

"Oh. It's you."

"You almost sound sad about that, babe."

"Dylan, don't you have someone else's life to ruin right now?"

As though hearing him wasn't bad enough, the device also displayed live feed from the computer at the base. His annoying smile was plastered across his face, mainly because she couldn't smack him one for what he was saying. "Nope. I'm all yours." She groaned.

"Oh, lucky me. Look, Dylan. I need to speak to my dad. It's important."

"What if he's not here?"

"Then go get him."

"Sorry, my lady, guess you'll just have to leave a message. With me."

"Dylan." Serinoya's voice held a faint tone of warning; one that even lover boy had caught.

"Yikes! I'll get him then!"

"Thank you."

"Any time, honey." She rolled her eyes behind her mask. There was a pause.

"Yes?"

"There's been a slight… complication."

"Which is?"

"She… uh…"

"Yes?"

"She got away, sir."

"You called me 'Sir.' There's more." Although the words should have been a question, they came out as a statement; she almost never called him sir unless he was very upset, or, as in this case, something was about to make him very upset. She ran her fingers through her hair uncomfortably; she knew he could see her even better than she could see him.

"Yeah, there's more. I know who she's after." Now came the really hard part. "It's… uh… you." There was a long, very uncomfortable silence. "She's trying to kill Robin." Luckily, the screen was very small so she couldn't see his facial expression; also, the fact that he was wearing a mask took away her ability to tell his emotions from his eyes. He didn't say anything. Better get this over with, she thought. "He saw me fighting her, too."

"Did he say anything?" She nodded.

"M-hm. He asked me who I was."

"To which you responded?"

"La hija del pájaro."

"The daughter of the bird. Nice. Creative." His voice was approving, even proud. She smiled.

"Thanks. I thought so." Suddenly she remembered something. "Oh! He put a tracker on my shoulder, too." Her father smiled knowingly.

"And is the arm he touched you with still attached? I'm going to need that later."

"Yeah, he's fine. I used that defense tactic that I'm forever asking you if I'll ever actually use. Did it almost without thinking. So, what I was going to ask you is: should I leave it in place? I turned it off in case it's got audio, but I can easily turn it back on. Or I can just as easily stick it to a cat or something." Her father thought for a moment.

"Go ahead and leave it in place. Nothing wrong with letting him know where you are." She snickered.

"Besides, he's probably all proud of himself, thinking he was real inconspicuous." Her father laughed, too.

"Be nice. My skills have gotten much better."

"Like that one you put on me the other day when I went over to Tonya's? Yeah, I found it. Like, just after I left."

"And I suppose you think you could do better?" The girl grinned.

"Check the back of your neck. Bye!"

"Wait, what? Bye!" Just before he broke the connection she heard, "Dang it, she got me." Then there was a click and then nothing. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.

"Well, that went better than expected."

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Once they got back to the Tower, Robin immediately turned on the computer, eager to track down the assassin and whoever the other girl was. Mostly, he wanted to know why this other girl had his mask, his weapons, and his general likeness, and why the assassin had looked so much like Beast Boy. It could be a mere coincidence that they mirrored –at least in appearance- two members of the team, or it could be something extremely important.

But something was wrong. The tracker's signal didn't show up. Unless the girl had managed to get out of range in the past fifteen minutes, which was highly unlikely because it covered a twenty-mile radius around the city plus the city itself, it must've been deactivated. Which, in itself, was hard to believe. If she had found it, she probably would have either broken it –although it had a signal that would show up even if it were destroyed- or stuck it to a stray cat or something. It was very strange for her to have deactivated it, because that took an understanding of how it worked, which, unless she had found it and figured out how it worked in fifteen minutes, would require past experience with the device. After a few minutes, when he was about to turn off the computer, the signal flickered on.

Now he was thoroughly confused. Not only was the signal in the city, it wasn't too far from the Tower. Certainly it should have showed up. And if she had managed to turn it off, what had possessed her to turn it back on?

"Titans, we've got a signal."

"Sure took you long enough," grumbled Cyborg.

"We could be walking into a trap, though," said Robin. "The tracker signal was off until just a minute ago."

"Could she have been out of range?" asked Starfire. Robin shook his head.

"The range is too wide to get out of in this amount of time. Besides, it's really close to the Tower."

"So she figured out how to deactivate it?" asked Cyborg. Robin nodded.

"And then reactivated it. That's sort of messed up, don't you think?"

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Sorry it's so short, but the plot kinda changes soon and this was a good spot to stop.

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My brother wishes for a certain Pokemon story to be continued. : )