Sugar turned from the front door of her shop, staring straight into the grey eyes of her bodyguard, "What are you staring at?!" she asked with a scoff while walking back to the back of her shop.

"That was very rude of you Ma'am," he replied, following her.

"Hah! How do you figure that?!" she bemused with a laugh.

Wretch stopped following, "They needed your help and you know that. If you're a neutral party then it's you're duty to help them."

Sugar stopped at the curtain blocking her entranced to the very back of her shop, mulling over what Wretch had just said. He was right. She was a neutral party and helping them locate their friend was apart of that job. However, it was Nightwing asking her and something dangerous always came out of helping him. Her hand came up to her left arm where the red cloth lay bound against her skin. Wretch was right! The fortune teller rolled her mismatched eyes in dismay. Her henchmen. Her bodyguard. The thing that was supposed to listen to her, was right! This was something she would never live down if she admitted to it. Turning from the velvet fabric, she looked Wretch in the eye, huffing and slumping her shoulders. He was the type to bring up past transgression if she said he was right; he still did that with whole The Light thing.

She scoffed, "Oh what do you know?! You're dead."

Turning back from him, she pushed aside the curtains and walked up the stairs that lead to the small apartment on top of the magic shop. Stupid zombie, she thought as she walked up the stairs. Always has to get in my business! Ugh! There's just no peace with him, she continued. From downstairs she could hear him shouting at her to think of the karmatic implications of her denying people help. It was obvious he was trying to make her feel bad for her decision to make them leave and deny them her help. Flopping onto her bed, she pulled a pillow over her head as to try and down out his voice. It worked; for a moment.

"Alright!" she shouted, removing the pillow from her head. "You win alright! Sheesh! I'll help the stupid heroes!"

"That's a very good idea Ma'am! Try not to let The Sir know of your adventure," he shouted from downstairs.

Sugar rolled her eyes, "Ugh, don't even bring that jack hole into this!" Muttering to herself below her breath, she grabbed a bag and filled it with some things that she might need; like a first aid kit.


"Well that's just great! What are we going to do now?" Tigress asked angrily, "You just had to threaten her first didn't you?!"

"How is this my fault?" Nightwing asked incredulously.

Superboy looked at Miss Martian with worry, "Are you going to be alright?" he asked.

She nodded slowly, feeling a twinge of pain, "Mhm, just a headache. But she's powerful."

"What happened?" he asked.

"She pushed me out…" she answered, looking at him like she had done something wrong. The two of them looked up at their fighting teammates.

"That two of you need to stop this!" Aqualad shouted. "Do you really think that this is how Wally would have wanted us to act?"

"…Wally's gone. He can't stop us from being who we are," Nightwing said, "And I have a feeling, so will Zatanna soon enough."

"Wow…." A voice laughed, coming from beside them, "Is you're team always like this? Or just on days you get kicked out of a magic shop?" Sugar asked with a hand on her hip and a smirk on her painted lips.

"What are you doing here?" Tigress asked, still angered by her refusal to help them.

Sugar put her hands up in defense, "Whoa there kitty, I had a change of heart." Looking between all five of them, she sighed, dropping her head and running a hand through her hair, "Alright fine! Wretch made me feel guilty and made me come along alright. He might be a huge dead guy, but he's a persuasive dead guy," she answered in utter defeat.

"You don't like admitting that you're wrong, do you?" Nightwing asked, crossing his arms.

"Mmm…" she looked up at the foggy sky, thinking about what he asked before pursing her lips and shaking her head, "No, not really."

There was a sigh from Aqualad, knowing that this was going to be a chore, "What do you need in order to help us?" he asked, taking a step or two forward.

"Going to her last location should be good enough. I should be able to get a good reading from there," she replied with a small shrug.

"Alright then! Let's all get the ship and be on our way," he commanded of his team.

Sugar was lifted into the air with the rest of the team when his words struck her, "Wait! Did you say…" she paused as her eyes rested on the red alien ship sitting on the roof of her building, "…Ship?"

Biting into her bottom lip, she apprehensively followed the five heroes aboard the Bio Ship. Flying was not her style. She had a fear of heights and of course they were going to have to fly. Sugar sat down in the only available seat, gasping lightly as the ship strapped her in. Her eyes looked up from the alien tech and looked at the superheroes as they were all strapped in and the ship was beginning take off. Instantly her hand gripped her seat, her tan knuckles turning white in the process. Superboy looked over, noticing the look of fear on her face and the white knuckle grip she had on her seat.

"Are you afraid of flying?" he asked, leaning over in his seat.

Her eyes shifted to look over at him, her green eye being the more prominent as she did so, "Terrified."

He chuckled softly, "Well just think of it like falling through sand. Or when you're floating in water; same thing."

"Those are so not the same thing!" she replied through gritted teeth.

"Here…" he unbuckled himself from his seat and stood up, earning a stare of insanity from Sugar. "I'll help," he said as he stretched his hand out towards her.

"You must be nuts if you think I'm undoing my seatbelt," she scoffed, staring from his hand to his eyes.

Without a word and a smirk on his lips, he reached down and undid her seatbelt, "There we go," he said, earning a terrified gasp of horror from the fortune teller.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" she shouted and in her haste to rebuckle her seatbelt, Superboy grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

Miss Martian watched as her boyfriend tried to help this mean fortune teller overcome her fear of flying. Why was he touching her so gingerly? That look in his eyes, it seemed almost like he was attracted to her! That couldn't be! He loved her, she knew it! Didn't she? They had been through rough times, but in the end, their love was a strong one; right? She had nothing to worry about with this woman. This Sugar character was no threat to her. It was okay for men to be physically attracted to other women. If that were really the case, then why was she feeling such a gut wrenching sense of doubt? The Bio Ship took note of her broken concentration and quickly dipped to everyone's right, causing Sugar to topple onto Superboy.

"Oh gosh! I'm sorry everyone!" Miss Martian squealed as quickly corrected the ship.

Sugar pushed herself up, a knee between Superboy's legs, hands on either side of his neck. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, blocking both their faces from view of the others as they stared at each other. Superboy looked into her mismatched eyes, mesmerized by their mutation. He had never met anyone with such a strange quirk about them. Over the years he had met many super beings with a wide array of superpowers, but to him, this seemed completely new. It was exciting! Sugar stared back into his crystal blue eyes, a light pink tinting her cheeks. It had been a long time since she was this close to another person and she felt nervous. However, that nervous feeling faded quickly. A bloodcurdling scream echoed in her mind, along with a flash of a hooded skull, causing her eyes to widen and a visible jump of her body.

Quickly she got off of Superboy and ran to the nearest window of the Bio Ship. Placing her hands on the glass, she looked down at the ground below, "Here! Here! Set us down!" she exclaimed hurriedly, turning back to Miss Martian.

Setting the Bio Ship down, the hatch opened and Sugar quickly ran out, "What's wrong?" Nightwing asked following after her.

Not listening to them, she jogged out into the open clearing surrounded by a large group of dead trees. Standing in the middle, Sugar got on her knees slowly, placing her hand against the dirt. She could feel it. The magical energy emanating from the encounter by a small group of magic users; it was thick in the air. Her head came up to see a young, Caucasian man walking towards them. His eyes were a sinister red and the smug smirk he carried on his lips only seemed to reinforce the look of evil. The single, large patch of white hair in his see of raven black illuminated against the rising sun of the new day; the wind brushing the short locks into his face but not obstructing his view. He wore a black pant suit, perfectly pressed and neat, with a blood red vest and snow white, collared dress shirt and a simple pair of nice brown loafers.

Each of them looked upon the man in black and eyed him wearily. His very presence gave them all an uneasy feeling, as if to challenge their very mortality. It was a feeling none of them could place, but the gut feeling of dread was heavy on them all. This man, this posh stranger, carried an air of darkness around him. You could practically see the thick black fog that followed behind him. The Team, although uneasy, all stood on their guard as he came ever closer to them. Was this the man behind the abduction of Zatanna and Dr. Fate? Was he merely in conjunction with those that were responsible? Did he know something about what happened? These were all questions racing in their minds.

Sugar stood up, the dark winds of this dead forest blowing her hair around her shoulders, "What are you doing here?" she asked, a look of distain on her beautiful features.

The man stopped, smirking at them as he looked dead into the eyes of their advisor, "I'm here for the same reasons you are."

"Don't you lie to me!" she stated firmly.

The man looked away from her, taking his gaze towards the sky. His red eyes closed as he felt the wind of death touch his pale skin, "Feel that?" he asked, turning his attention back to them, "Death is in the air." He smirked again, as if knowing something they didn't.

"Be gone you unholy nave," she spat with a narrowed gaze. There was an amused glint in his eyes as he stared at them all. It was a look of knowing; of seeing. Without a word, he turned back the way he had come and began walking away.

"Who was that? He gave me the heebee jeebees," Miss Martian asked, wrapping her arms around herself and visibly shaking from the fright he had caused her.

Sugar watched his retreating back intensely, "Trust me…You don't want to know…" she replied softly, with a degree of spite in her tone.