I don't own Teen Titans, the characters, the Network, or DC Comics. I suppose I should mention that I don't own the FBI, or Animal Planet Network.

I promised some violence, and this chapter fulfills it. There's more fluff for the rest of you. Most of my stories contain a lot of violence, but I'm learning to write romance. So, who is the man called 'Tower?'

Are We Still an "Us"? By Lar Lindor

Chapter seven: "Dying and Dancing"

"Towers" perspective:

Well, I'm in for what that means. Grayson owes me big time for this mission. Yeah, I owed him a huge favor, but this is ridiculous. Face it, being sneaky is 'Wing's thing. Why couldn't he get the new Robin for this gig?

I removed the black hair wig, as I stood in front of the mirror. Good thing Rich gave me a device to detect "bugs" and secret cameras. I found both of them in my room. He also showed me how to shut them off.

Brother Blood talked to me today. I convinced him that Raven would come to him, and he need not track her down. It's true; of course, Gar and Raven are on their way. Then I'll help them take the Brotherhood apart.

I turned on my lap top.

I "IM'ed Oracle.

Tower: Birdofprey1?

Bird: Here.

Tower: Tower here.

Bird: U In?

Tower: Yes

Bird: Met head loon?

Tower: Yes. OMG. U sure we r secure?

Bird: No worries. Need help?

Tower: Over my head.

Bird: Sry.

Tower: NW owes me big 4 this

Bird: yeah

Tower: gotta go.

Bird: out

There were footsteps outside my room. I stopped typing, and put away the lap top. I'd convinced Blood that I needed it. I'm supposedly a former low level FBI guy with a grudge against Raven. Oracle supplied a convincing history for the man called Tower.

Now it's my job to get as close as possible to Blood's inner circle. I'm supposed to pass some sort of 'test' tonight. That'll get me closer to my goal at the very least. What if he wants me to kill someone?

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He looked across the table at the beautiful young woman. Her dress showed off her curves nicely. Even though he'd known her for years, he was still amazed at her beauty.

"Hey beautiful," he said, "How's the Vegetable Lasagna?"

"Very good, Gar," she responded. "This is a wonderful place."

"Only the best for you," he flirted. "You don't have to eat vegetarian for me, you know, but I appreciate it."

"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "I've been a veggie girl every since we started dating. I never gave it up."

"Cool," he smiled, not knowing how to respond. "You dress up good, did you know that?"

"I believe you've mentioned it once or twice over the years."

He reached out and took her hand. "I have missed your kisses."

"My goodness, you beast person," she exclaimed. "You're so forward, on our first date even. Oh, and I thought we were taking this slow."

"You forced me to make out with you," he accused dramatically. "Although, it didn't take all that much persuasion."

"It was only one kiss," she argued. "That isn't making out."

"I think a ten minute kiss qualifies as a make out session," he teased.

"Fine," she smirked," no more kisses until at least the third date, then."

"Let's not by hasty," he disagreed. "Say, I kissed you on our third date, didn't I?

"You did," she agreed. "However, I was prepared to kiss you that night whether you made your move or not."

"They shouldn't have allowed us in that club, of course. We were both underage. Sometimes being superheroes paid off. We never got carded."

"Well, I'm glad I talked you out of ordering alcohol," she confided. "I'm still not much of a drinker. The dancing that night was wonderful."

"I used to get silly when I drank. That's bad, considering I'm already silly."

"You've improved, Gar," she said demurely. He grinned in response.

"You're finished with your meal," he observed. "May I tempt you with dessert?"

"No, thank you," she said, "but order some for yourself if you want."

"Ha, believe it or not, I'm going to pass." He smiled. "Walk with me, please."

She looked curiously at him. "Trust me," he grinned.

They walked into the next room of the large club. Gar held open the door for her.

She brightened as she realized where they were.

"My, Mr. Logan, you are full of surprises tonight. Dancing?"

"I'll be right back," he announced. Quickly Gar walked to the stage where the band was performing. He spoke quietly to the pianist, and handed him a very nice tip.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the musician announced. "The next song is for two famous Americans. He was Canada's answer to Marty Stouffer. You all remember Mr. Garfield Logan!" The crowd cheered.

"This song is for his lovely date, from the Teen Titans- Miss Raven Roth. This song is for you, Raven." There was more, but slightly less, applause.

"Shall we dance?" he grinned.

"Yes," she smirked, "you are incorrigible, aren't you?"

"Yep." The band played a slow song that he knew was one of her favorites. Quietly, Gar sang the words to her along with the band.

Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable, thought near or far
Like a song of love that climbs to me
Is the thought of you that stings to me
Never before
Has someone been more

Unforgettable, in every way
And forever more, that's how you stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am
Unforgettable too
No, never before
Has someone been more
Unforgettable, in every way
And forever more, that's how you stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am
Unforgettable too.

He spun her around twice on the last note. Pulling her close, he gently kissed her lips.

"I didn't say it earlier, but I do still love you," he grinned.

"You already know it, but I love you, too," she responded.

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"So we drive around and I pick out a person. Then I stab them, and dump the body in the river, right" His mentor shook his head in acknowledgement.

"Fine, but I want to pick the person, and the place. Is that okay with you?" Tower asked.

"I guess. We're going to Bludhaven, by the way. We don't want trouble with any of them "Bat" characters in Gotham City."

"No problem, then. I'll meet you after supper. Then I want to take a quick shower before we leave," the pretend devotee explained.

"Take your shower before supper, then," the other man ordered. "I want to get this thing over with."

"That works for me."

"Sit at table six," the 'boss' ordered. "You're still a newbie. You'll be sitting with the inner circle tomorrow if you go through with the mission."

"Sounds good," Tower answered, "as long as this Raven witch gets what's coming to her."

"She will. Brother Blood insists upon it."

Moments later the spy returned to his room. Contacting Oracle, he informed her of his mission. Five minutes later the response came by e-mail.

Victim will be on the Eighth Street Bridge. She'll "bleed" and fall over into the water when you 'stab' her. Don't worry; she's equipped to breathe underwater. Delete this message immediately, Tower.

He sent back a single word: "Acknowledged." Fine then, victim will spout fake blood, and he'll push her in. It'll take some fast hand motion, but speed isn't a problem.

That evening the two were in the city called Bludhaven. He'd received a city map from Oracle.

"Head for the Eighth Street Bridge, will you?" Tower asked. "The current is good there, and the water is deep. We don't want trouble with the local vigilante."

"Oh, yeah, Nightwalk, or something like that, right?" the hooded thug responded.

"Exactly," Tower said, laughing to himself.

Thirty-six minutes later.

The two men sat in the late model Crown Victoria. Right on cue, a lovely blonde lady crossed the bridge. Tower pointed, and the thug agreed.

"Be careful," the other devotee warned. "Ditch the robes." Tower nodded.

Tower has dressed in jeans, and a muscle shirt. He had thrown a "Boston Red Sox" baseball cap on to cover his black haired wig. He walked towards the woman, who didn't appear to notice him. Her back was to him, as she stared at a passing barge.

"You got a light?" he asked.

The woman nodded, and she went to look in her purse. Tower struck savagely. His hands were quick, and it certainly looked like he'd stabbed the victim. Sleight of hand was a skill he did possess. Suddenly, there was blood all over her chest. It got on his hands. He grabbed her and threw her over the bridge. He waited until her body struck the river.

He sensed the presence of his partner. "Nice job, kid. That your first kill?"

"No," Tower answered, "but I never stabbed anyone before."

"Inner circle guys do the dirty work. If Brother B. says kidnap, we do it. If he says kill, we do that, too. Ain't a job for the squeamish."

"Fine with me, I hear paycheck's decent, and I need the work. Let's get out of here before the cops come by," Tower scowled.

"There's stuff to wash the blood off in the car," his partner sneered. "Change your shirt, too. There's an extra tee shirt under the seat."

"Fine," Tower smiled. "Let's roll."

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"Gar?" she called as they walked back to the hotel. They had danced for two solid hours. Her feet ached. She had always despised high heels.

"Yeah?" he responded dreamily. They were walking arm in arm. Just as she'd predicted, they were both having problems with the idea of 'taking it slow.' That happens when you've been apart from your lover for three whole years.

Garfield Logan had forgiven her completely. Panic was a reason he could relate to. He could trust her again. Somewhere in his heart, he felt he would spend his life with this woman. First, however, they had to take down Brother Blood.

"I forgot to mention it earlier," she announced. "We're flying out of her tomorrow morning on a private plane to Calgary at 8 a.m. Then we do Air Canada from Calvary to D.C. We'll check in with my boss, and then rent a car. We'll be at Brotherhood Headquarters by the next morning."

"Are you ready for this mission, Rae?" he asked gently.

"We were Titans, and I'm FBI trained," she responded. "Besides that, you and I have a score to settle with Blood."

"Your almost groom, as I recall," he snickered.

"Shut up, Gar Logan. Mention that again and I'll call you Beast Boy for the rest of the week."

"Yuck," he scowled. "No thanks. ' Beast Boy' and 'Changeling' are history. I'm just fine with being plain old Garfield Logan."

Surprise. I didn't expect to have time to write today. Who thought Mr. Tower was Nightwing? Raise your hands. Come on be honest. Any guesses as to Tower's ID now? By the way, the 'victim' was Dinah Laurel, the mysterious Black Canary. She's one of Oracle's partners in "Birds of Prey." She's worked with "Tower" before. I'll update as soon as possible, but I have plans for the weekend. Don't worry, though, I still hold myself to my goal of "two to three chapters" per week.

Please review, and let me know how I'm doing. It is important to me. Lar