Sorry this took so long! I know that having things to do isn't really an excuse, but that's really the only reason I didn't get on this sooner. Thank you to all my followers and reviewers! You guys rock. Anyway, hope you enjoy! :D

Chapter 4-

As the bomb exploded, Kid was thrown back through the door and back down the stairs.

"Ow…" He mumbled, rubbing his head. As his vision cleared, he looked up to see the rest of the team looking down at him with very annoyed faces.

"Brilliant Baywatch. Blowing our cover is exactly what we wanted to do." Artemis pulled him up by the arm with a scowl fixed on her face.

"Hey we don't exactly have time for this, okay!" Kid shrugged her grip off with a scowl forming in his face as well.

"Let us just finish this mission before we attempt to aid on the search for Robin." Aqualad said calmly, pushing Artemis and Kid apart. Both turned away with their arms crossed. Ms. Martian giggled.

Another loud crash was heard from the room Kid had flown out of. As the dust cleared, they saw the thief breaking open a window to escape out of.

"Not happening." Super Boy cracked his knuckles and charged at the thief to tackle him, but he was dodged it so quickly that he seemed to disappear.

"Huh?" Super Boy asked confused as he crashed into the wall. Artemis shot arrows in multiple patterns, attempting to trap the thief. But he jumped out of the way at the last second like he knew what she was going to do already.

Ms. Martian, now! Artemis yelled over their mental link.

Right!

Ms. M flew towards the thief and raised her hands. Her eyes began glowing green and she entered his mind. The plan was for her to see what the thief's goal was and then to knock him out. But once she was in, she mind was flooded with memories of the team in the cave, and large house and a man with dark hair, circus music, and hundreds of others she couldn't even process. The mental connection broke with a snap and both the thief and Ms. M yelled out in pain. Ms. M fell to the floor, unconscious, but Super Boy caught her before she hit the ground. The thief staggered back towards the broken window, his hand clutching his head like he was having a bad headache. Quickly, he pulled out a silver object from his belt and threw it at the team.

"Bomb!" Artemis called, and the ducked for cover.

The entire room was blow to bits.

The thief shimmied down the side of the build and escaped down the street to where his motorcycle was waiting.

Kid Flash pushed a chuck of the fallen ceiling off of himself, and began to cough and brush himself off. There was no room left. Now it was a gaping hole in the side of the building. As his teammates began to dig their way out of the debris, Kid peer out onto the newly made view of the street. The thief was driving out of sight with his stolen goods. Kid grimaced. He was going to get this guy.

*Cheshire moved through the ventilation shaft inch by inch. The metal material of the vents had locked in all the heat she had been giving off, and sweat began to slide down her neck. Normally, her curiosity had never gotten the better of her; never going this far to find the answer to a question. But she had to know why an assassin as careful as Death Stroke would risk breaking into a strong-hold used by the Justice League, openly attack the people inside with the security cameras still on, and kidnap the member with the most determined and psychotic mentor. She kept squirming through the vent until she reached the end of the vent shaft at a slowly turning fan. Under it was a ventilator. She swerved her body silently and popped open the hatch.

Normally, Cheshire used her head and would never try break into the layer of someone like Death Stroke, but when her computer said that he frequently visited this location-a warehouse in the garment district of Star City, and that last time he hadn't been alone, well, it was too good to pass up.

Swinging her legs out of the vent, Cheshire dropped into a pitch black room. Slowly, she stood up straight and looked around. She heard a small motor click, and whipped her heard around. "Uh oh…" She bent down into a fighting position as the lights in the room all turned on at once, temporarily blinding her.

"Now why would a tricky little kitty like you be in my house?" A deep voice called out to her. She had to squint, but Cheshire could make out the outline of a tall, bury man holding a long and fiercely sharp long sword.

"Just wondering why a person like you would want a sidekick." Cheshire answered back. Death Stroke moved into her field of vision. His posture was condescending and he towered over her.

"I'll let you in on a little secret since you were good enough to find me. Those 'heroes' in spandex have kids to pass on all their knowledge to; to take up their mantle when they're gone. To be remembered by. Well, why shouldn't I be remembered through a protégé?"

"So why take a kid whose already been mentored?" Cheshire was slowly moving her hand behind her to grab a small knife. If he was telling her this, she knew he didn't plan on letting her leave.

"Eh," he shrugged. "I didn't want to go through training someone from scratch. Plus, the standards I have the kid can meet." He ran his hand along his blade. "But why do you want to know? You're little crush ask you?" Under her mask, Cheshire's eyes grew wide. Death Stroke laughed.

"Spying on me is a double edged sword, honey. I can see you too." A small hint of something Cheshire hadn't felt in years came creeping into her stomach. It was panic. She needed to end this. She grabbed the hilt of her knife and charged at the mercenary. But even while she ran at him, knife posed at his throat, she knew something was off. Death Stroke made no effort to move. He just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothering to try and block her oncoming attack. Before she could think of a reason for this, a large object came crashing down on her back, causing her to fall forward onto the floor. Her knife skittered away. Cheshire cursed and looked up at her hidden assailant. He was small, with an all black suit with silver mixed in and a skull mask. The red x on his chest gleamed in the light.

So that's Bird Boy. Cheshire thought to herself.

"X! That was fast." Death Stroke chuckled. "You get what I wanted?" X just nodded and turned back to Cheshire.

"Excellent. And anybody in the way was…?"
"Taken care of."

"Wonderful!" Death Stroke clapped his hands together. "I knew I made a good decision when I picked you. I assume you know our guest?"

X didn't respond, but he kept his gaze fixed on Cheshire.

"Well, then. I guess you two should catch up." Even though he wore a mask, Cheshire knew Death Stroke was wearing a smile.

Cheshire sighed. Roy's going to owe me big time for this…