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In Colorado: He has a later purpose. You'll see so here.

---Seven months later---

Night settled again over Jump City. The Zukav District lay in ruins from the latest earthquake and President Luthor's negligence of the use of the latest patent caused uproar in the normally placid city. Nights had turned slightly more dangerous and the heroes of Jump had been heeded to call more than usual. They helped where they could and Tower West had housed more heroes as time progressed.

Less and less communication transpired between the Justice League and the Titans.

Which settled fine with the Leader, but he didn't voice his thoughts. Changes transpired between the Team as well. New identities were donned, followed by changes of appearance. More noticeably was the expanding abdomen of the Empath of the Tower. Fearing media exposure and risk of health, she placed herself amongst the people of Jump, under a fake identity.

The disguise was temporary. Expecting the Tower to be under surveillance, Raven had been placed in a flat within short distance from the California shores, had the need to come to her or her to them, risen. Robin deduced that for sure the Dark Knight already knew of her location but for now, no alerts from the Justice League had made them take cover.

And the Titans had too maintained surveillance on the Man of Steel. By the media or by espionage - the latter more often than not done by Robin - the Titans had their ears and eyes open for any sign of his hostility towards Raven to be made publicly.

"Glad to be home?" a shadow asked Raven, who turned and allowed herself to glare openly.

"This place isn't my home," she whispered harshly, amethyst eyes flashing dangerously within the darkness of the apartment. But her glare did not faze the shadow, who in turn smile cheekily at her. He entered the window facing Tower West and closed the glass.

"Any word?" he asked, peering into the few monitors that resided on the wall besides him. The monitors were connected to cameras around the complex, hidden to the untrained eye, and a few that held connections to the Tower itself, had the need to communicate arisen.

"None. It's been quiet in the neighborhood as well as in the grapevine. No word of Superman. Seems he went on a little field trip and hasn't returned in days."

"That's not the kind of news I want to hear," the shadow murmured darkly, rotating the camera angles so as they could pan out further and capture more with their new angle.

"Nor do I. But he hasn't contacted us. Any of us. So far, so good." Giving the monitors a last glance, the shadow peeled his mask and stared openly at her. Raven sipped from a mug and glanced over a few drafts Victor had sent her to get her opinion on before he started building onto the Tower. He paused then moved towards her.

"How are you both?" the Empath finally looked up and stared at him a moment before she glanced behind herself. In the camouflage of a crib with thin netting hanging from the ceiling, lay the reason she was hiding. She rose and walked towards him, the other occupant following suit.

"His aura's healthy and he has been eating plentiful. He was given a clean bill of health when we checked out and in two days notice, he'll go back for his first check up." Raven felt his presence behind her as he peered into the crib.

"And you?" his voice made her turn and face him. It had been a week and a half since she had seen him but she could recognize his voice anywhere.

"I'll…I'll be fine." His strong chin nodded, then broke in a smile. The former Boy Wonder leaned in and kissed her strongly, which she welcomed. Afterwards, he pressed his forehead onto hers.

"In a couple of days, if the coast is clear, we'll move you out of here and back to the Tower. We're making the modifications we can to accommodate you both. We won't officially announce your return to the others in case word gets out that you were out to begin with and another demand of our presence is called by the League."

"I won't go, if they ask again," she slowly broke away from him and turned to the small boy, whose plush cheek wiggled as he dreamed. Her hands slid under the babe and brought him safely to her chest. She cocooned his small body with her own.

"I won't force you, either of you." Slowly, the shadow's black gloved hand placed itself on the back of his son, the warmth seeping into his gloves. A dark cloud passed over his face. "Jesus. We shouldn't need to hide. This isn't an dictatorship. We don't need to bide by his rule and fear him."

"He has gained power over with the military forces," she pointed out, turning fully to the now dubbed man, Nightwing. He blinked in surprise when her shoulders prompted his own arms to get ready to take the small boy. He did, with extra care, and placed the baby in the same fashion she had. The boy's plush cheeks stopped fidgeting, his body releasing a breath, and settled more comfy against her Leader's suited body.

"That doesn't mean anything," Nightwing continued, after a minute. He looked up. "Where did you say Clark headed to? Where was he last sighted?"

"Up north, Europe I believe." She moved around him and sat at the chair placed before the monitor, wrapping her sleeping coat over herself. He followed suit, his free hand softly rubbing circular motions on his son's back. Her hands moved swiftly of the keys and a monitor shifted in her direction, prompting new windows to pop up. The OTH radar detected on top of a discreet building at the edge of New York City Limits, bleeped out of stand-by and opened in a window. "Precisely, the last time the OTH radar picked him up was when he was flying over New York. Then, it lost him." The small boy gurgled and pushed unconsciously closer to Nightwing's neck. His currently shadowed face rubbed over the fuzzed dark-haired head of his son, glaring into the monitors.

"He's up to something Raven. He's been too quiet."

"Maybe he's given up."

"You genuinely believe that?" He heard her sigh and she turned to the man who had given her the most precious thing to her.

"No."

Jordan Elliot stepped onto deck of the goods boat, making his way south of the equator. The few fishermen he had befriended sent him a greeting and made themselves busy within the ship. Jordan sighed and squared his shades.

He hoped his contact were right. Or he'd been going to Venezuela for nothing.

"Any word from Kent?" greeted the Dark Knight, not turning from his own giant monitors that were a sort of metaphoric shield that stood before one tumbled down the vast darkness of his sanctum, physically and mentally. Diana Prince stepped from the last stair and walked towards him, her boots echoing loudly in the almost silent cave.

"Good afternoon to you as well, Bruce." She reached his platform and inconspicuously placed her left hand near her hip, the sensor able to read the microchip embedded into the soft flesh of under hand and allowing her to near him without raising alarm. He didn't turn to return the greeting but continued to feverishly type away. "And no, no word."

"He's onto something."

"As well as Alfred and myself, but we aren't going about our way to hide it from you." Batman's hands paused, for a fraction of a second then continued, windows popping up and closing faster than she could read their contents. Satisfied ten minutes later, enough so he could pause, Bruce Wayne turned to entertain Wonder Woman with his precious time. "Have you slept?" she asked. The Dark Knight's cowl hanged around his neck, his eyes housing dark circles around them.

"Yes."

"Liar." He paused and turned back to the monitors.

"Is there a reason you've come down here?"

"Alfred instructed me to tell you dinner is served and that we're expecting your company this time. That you have no choice in the matter, either."

"I need to find him, Diana. The man's loosing it."

"He seems stable to me."

"Then he's deceived you. You haven't noticed the changes."

"And I suppose you have. If there's any."

"There is. I can assure you." To prove his point, he rose a new window in which charts and demographics depicted math well beyond her comprehension. "The crime rate in Metropolis has risen 1%. It doesn't seem like a lot but the Superman of before wouldn't have allowed that 1% to come close."

"Bruce, it's been months since we've contacted or been in contact with either Titan and we've kept an eye on Clark - well, you have. Don't you think it's enough?" Batman stopped, his gloves creaking as his clenched fingers tightened. Wonder Woman closed her eyes.

Debating herself a moment and risking more than she would let herself know, she took a few steps closer, leaned over him, and placed a small kiss to his temple. Then promptly, she turned from him, and walked up the steps.

She appeared behind the infamous Father Clock that stood in one of the many libraries that resided at Wayne Manor. It opened at sensing her presence, chiming. At hearing noise, Alfred Pennyworth walked into the library.

"I take it the Master really isn't joining us, then?"

"No. You know how he gets when he thinks his 'family' is in a possibility of being threatened."

"I should go," Nightwing announced, unwillingly, in the small comfort zone he had entered inside the shabby apartment his son and …Raven, lived in temporarily. Raven looked up, typing up the latest report of her surveillance of the City from her end. Dick stood, immediately shhh-ing at the fuss that came from the small babe in his arms. His steel-toed black boots made muffled noises as he made his way back to the mother of his son. She stood as well, extending her arms to receive the small boy. Raven turned from Dick and placed the boy in the crib. Suddenly, arms surrounded her from behind. "…I hate to leave you unprotected like this." The Empath soothed his rattled nerves but could only do so much.

"I'll recover. This stage is only temporary."

"Temporary or not," his voice got angrier, and wrapped one of his hand with her own. "You're without your powers right now. I-I don't fully understand what you're going through. And Koriand'r won't talk to me either, about it." The Tameranean Princess had refused to reveal to Dick what exactly Raven was going through, out of respect and the belief she should tell him when Raven was ready. Nightwing turned Raven around. "Come on, Rae. We're well beyond secrets here. And we need to know everything we can to make sure you are both safe."

"We're hiding from one of the most powerful beings on Earth," she whispered, almost to herself, but looked up at him with a fire in her gaze, "I'm without the majority of my powers at the moment. My culture…we're powerful beings, the ones who were born with telekinesis and telepathy and other abilities, and when another of us was born, it was a reason to celebrate - for birth rates were low. But usually the mother is taken from the child at birth, in fear of the mother involuntarily hurting the baby or visa versa." Raven looked up at a shocked Leader, "No one really knows the intensity of the newborn's telekinesis or telepathy so close to their birth day. So restrictions were applied."

"Are you-?"

"I've neutralized my own powers. I don't …I don't want to take any chances."

"Raven-"

"The boy is half human," she continued softly, needing him for support, she deduced, "So therefore, a mother needs to be with her child in the first hours, days, so as to feel a 'connection'. …Or rather, that's what I was told at the hospital."

"…I wish I could have been there," he whispered, his forehead placing itself on her cranium.

"Jump needed you. As it will, always. And we couldn't let Plasmius or the others run amok."

"I know. But still…"

"I hardly looked attractive during those painful fourteen hours in labor." Raven felt his lips on her cranium as he began to unwrap his arms from around her.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry," she looked down at their son, "Neither one of us needs to be. He's a healthy boy, who will have to grow up a little different than the rest. That is all." Nightwing gave a small humorless laugh as he placed on his mask.

"I'll see you both shortly. Be safe." Swiftly, the once Boy Wonder left the building.

"…you too…."

"Nightwing, come in." Three days. Three days he'd been away from the others in a sanctum he had modified, just in case he needed to take the Raven and his son into isolation and safety.

"This is Nightwing."

"There's…something you need to see," Victor's voice replied, unsuccessfully shielding hesitation. The former sidekick to the Dark Knight paused, and crouched lowly on top of a building five blocks away from visiting Raven's complex again.

"What is it?"

"…We've got a package." Dick Grayson froze, angled so, that through his peripherals, he could see both Raven's complex and Tower West.

"From who?"

"It doesn't say. I've ran it through the scanners. They can't detect anything."

"That doesn't mean it isn't safe. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Cyborg out." Sparing Raven's building a fleeting glance, Nightwing immediately bounced from the rooftop and shot his grappling hook. His adrenaline rushed through his body as he made his way through the city towards the Tower. Clark had better not started something he would regret…

"What is it?" demanded Nightwing, gazes immediately looking at him as his pitch black uniformed body entered the Lab room, his lone blue emblem glistening harshly under the lights. Victor Stone turned, his larger body side stepping and revealing a crate, a few strands of what appeared straw sticking out from among the cracks.

"This is it?"

"It's it. Though, I don't know what it is."

"No explosive detected? Machine?"

"Not that the sensors could pick up," Nightwing nodded and stepped closer. His boots gave a metallic echo up into the Lab's ceiling, following by the almost inaudible whirling of the mechanic part of bionic man that stood before Dick. His black gloved hand reached for the box. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Victor asked, retrieving a small bio-hazard suit from within the unnoticeable cabinets that made up the reflective walls of the Lab. Nightwing gave the small bio-hazard suit a glance before his hand deftly caught it and placed it loosely onto his person. A mask of the same fashion was picked from a cabinet aside the other, and Cyborg placed it on his still human fleshed head.

The remaining Flying Grayson grasped the lid, and pulled back.

No gas or explosions rang out. Curiosity winning over, he peered over the rim. Nursed between bounds of straw, were guns.

"What is it?" called Victor as Nightwing grasped something and pulled it from its crater.

"A gun!" a voice exclaimed from the monitoring window a level above them. The windows were build with double glass in case of situations such as these. Cyborg sent Dick a sideways glance when he suddenly gripped the gun with a tighter fist and began to visibly shake.

"Richard-"

"It's a Heckler & Koch UMP-9 submachine gun." Victor sent him a puzzled expression. Ignoring him, Nightwing reached into the crater again and pulled another, and another gun.

"What is this?" the bionic man voiced.

"Is this another threat by the A.M.H.A.?" Called an alarmed Koriand'r, who most likely had stolen the mike from an observing Donna. Victor sent the monitoring females a glance before he lowered himself, both his bionic and human eye to overlook the crater.

"No."

All three other team members looked at Nightwing, his response seeming to echo up the high ceiling of the Lab.

"Then? You see a serial number where we can run-?"

"Don't you recognize these weapons, Victor!?" Dick yelled, his anger reaching a new level, which would not condone well with his short fused attitude. Now alarmed, Victor Stone gave the weapons another once over.

Above them, a male gasp rang out over the P.A. system. Garfield's.

"Are those-?!"

"-Deathstroke's guns." Black gloved hands visibly shook, "His goddamn modified guns!"

Jordan stepped onto the marbled boardwalk and lended the fishermen a hand They had allowed him to travel on board, after all. They sent him smiles of gratitude. …though they could have also been happy with the amount of money he had handed them. His five-o-clock shadow itched but he ignored it.

"Disculpa," ("Excuse Me")he asked a small boy who was passing by, roughly around seven or eight, "Sabes donde puedo encontrar a un señor que vino ase poco?" ("Do you know where I can find a man that arrived some time ago?")

"Mucha gente viene por este camino, señor," ("A lot of people come by this way, sir,") the small boy made a move to be on his way when Jordan protruded a new fifty.

"Te podrias comprar muchas cosas con tanto dinero, no es asi?" ("You could buy yourself a lot of stuff with so much money, isn't that right?") Jordan hated baiting the child like this but he had no choice. The child's eyes sparkled and his dirty hand reached for the bill.

"Si! Me acuerdo aver un señor que vino buscando un lugar donde quedarse por un buen tiempo, disque para recuperar." ("Yes! I remember seeing a man who was looking for a place to stay for quite some time, supposedly to recover.")

"Y sabes donde se encuentra?" ("And do you know where he is?") He asked again, dangling the bill in front of the kid.

"….Te puedo llevar a donde lo vi la ultima vez." ("I can take you where I last saw him.")Jordan sighed. It was a better start than what he had to begin with. He placed on his glasses.

"Anda. Llevame con el." ("Go on. Take me to him.")

"Y mi dinero?" ("And my money?")

"Te lo doy cuando llegemos. Te dare el doble si todavia se encuentra donde dijiste," ("I'll give it to you when we get there. I'll give you double if the man is still there, where you said") Takin a few steps to show the child he wasn't joking, he turned. "Anda. Vamos." ("Go on. Let's go.")

"…va…" ("Alright.") Cautiously, the small child began to lead him to the man.

"He's back!?" Raven snapped. Though her powers were placed under a psychosis of sorts to allow them to be harmless to the baby, they still could wreak some havoc.

"I'm coming over. That's it. No but's about it."

"…see you in a few," she voiced back, then promptly turned off the phone. With regained speed and seemingly, strength, Raven walked around the apartment, gathering the necessities she needed. Placing them onto a bag, she turned to her son. Slowly she approached the small boy. "I'm sorry. There's no time to adjust," she whispered, and placed her son in her arms. It was still dusk, but it wouldn't be for long. A car screeched before her apartment thirty minutes later. The buzzer alarmed her that Dick had arrived and demanded entrance, she pressed it and retook the handbag. Not a minute later, she heard his rushed steps coming up the staircase.

He burst into the door.

Dick Grayson - Nightwing - began to usher them from the apartment.

"You'll be safer at the Tower." The small boy cooed in his mother's arm, despite the rushed emotions he experienced around himself. The empath hurried down the staircase, a step behind the father of her son.

Soon, they stood before the remote apartment and faced the Red Firebird Dick owned, the car model that could be modified with a click of a button into a slick black unidentified number that Nightwing sometimes used to move around the city.

Raven deftly placed the child in the backseat, seat belting his carriage safely, and sitting down herself. No sooner had she sat down that Dick shifted the gear on 'Drive' and sped out of the range of the building.

"Allá. Adelante. Ahi es la ultima vez que lo vi!" ("There. Ahead. Right there was the last time I saw him!") exclaimed the small boy, pointing towards the most distraught but also distant hut from the accumulated bunch that made up the small district Jordan had stepped foot on.

"Esta esa cabaña?" ("This is the hut?") Jordan asked, never removing his eyes from the hut. The small boy jumped in front of him, excited.

"Ya le dije. Ahora, mi dinero!" ("I already told you. Now, my money!") Jordan reached into his pocket and produced the bills. He handed them wordlessly at the child.

"Gracias por tu ayuda. Ahora anda, que seguramente tu mama anda preguntando por ti." ("Thanks for your help. Now go, surely your mom is asking for you.")

"Yo ya no tengo mama, señor." ("I no longer have a mom, sir.") Abruptly, the kid turned back the two mile trek he had taken Jordan through, back towards the docks.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he whispered. He pitied the small boy but right now, he couldn't let himself be distracted. Straightening his jacket he had donned despite the warm climate, he took determined steps forwards towards the hut.

Lights reflected on the Firebird's surface as they sped down the underwater tunnel towards the Tower.

"Where were the guns sent from?" Raven questioned, side glancing at her Leader.

"We've tried to track it. But the package has no trail that we can find. My guess is that it's been skipping cargo ships that have recently come into the country."

"You deduced that it's of foreign origin?"

"Yes. …Slade would have come personally if he was in town." Nightwing steeled his jaw and tightened his fists on the steering wheel. "We'll send someone to clean up the apartment of any trace of both of you. …Just in case I'm wrong." He sent his son a glance through the rearview mirror.

"How did the package manage to come onto the island?" Nightwing signaled with his chin to the compartment box in front of her. From it, she pulled out a folder, holding pictures blown up.

"Miniscule tire tracks. Look familiar?"

"Mikron O' Jeneus." The once small kid whose gift was his way with electronics, had resurfaced after the fall of The Hive and had ended up in a psych ward two months ago. Apparently not all of his toys had been taken away. "You think Slade's working with him again?"

"Something doesn't make sense," the automatic doors opened as the Firebird cruised through, "If Slade had the possibility of sending these guns, and making contact with Gizmo, then why not directly come to us?" Simultaneously, both Titans glanced back at the small boy in the backseat.

"Whatever the reason, I'm glad he's not here."

Bruce Wayne looked up, his eyes having glazed over, against his strong will. The computer monitor bleeps as several windows appeared, Diana's attempt at feeding him still forgotten at the table besides him. Black gloves hurried typed over the keys of the monitor.

"That son of a bitch," he darkly glowered before slipping on the cowl that made many a man cry out in fear as he raced towards his jet.

Jordan walked towards the hut. Dusk gave way to a darkness but lights shone brightly from the sky. The starts sure looked splendid in comparison to the smog ridden skies of Metropolis.

Suddenly, his foot came down on solid metal, instead of the sand-loose earth ground that surrounded him.

In a blink of an eye, the landmine exploded in blinding light, causing a sort of chain reaction. Lights lit up the obviously electric-hindranced village.

A shadowed figure dashed from the hut, weapons gleaming on his back. A blur of black and blue whirled past the armed man and stood before him, hovering above the earth.

"You should know that it takes a lot more to kill me than a simple explosion."

"That method of execution was not intended for you, though I have acquired something close to a nuclear bomb, if that fancies your taste." Jordan lowered his altitude, his black hair whirling in the wind. Towering flames began to hastily make their way across the dry earth.

"I need to speak with you."

"You? Well, this is certainly a surprise. I find myself totally indisposed as you have caught me in my least fashionable presence."

"Cut the chatter. I'm serious." The armored man smirked, his face hidden underneath black wrappings all over his face.

"Alright. Please. What are your interest that have dragged you from your dwelling in space, all the way down to this side of Hell?"

"…I need to rid the world of a demon." Jordan's body finally touched ground, and still, he towered over the man that stood six feet.

"And I have the answer you seek?"

"You've confronted this particular demon before."

"I have too many which reside within me. Care to elaborate?"

"She resides in Jump City."

"Ah. My favorite one."

"How…" Jordan stopped, once again questioning his sudden lapse of sanity. What would the others think? "How did you stop her before?"

"Well, Superman. Let us come into my humble abode. This discussion would be much more…entertaining than you realize."

In witness of the star studded skies of South America, the Man of Steel accompanied one of the League's most haunted for villains of their generation.

Deathstroke - Slade Wilson - The Terminator.

- A.M.H.A. = "Against Meta-Human Alliance"

....sorry I ruined it this time. :(