I park the cab about a block away. Walk will do my heart good in more ways than one. Heading up the street, I can see the coffee shop in the distance. That's when the phone rings.

"Hello?" Logan said.

"BB, it's Aqualad," the voice said.

"Sup? You got a lead on the Titans?" the man asked.

"Not yet," Lad replied.

"They why are calling me?" Logan said, harshly.

"I think I got something that will keep you going just a bit longer," the man said. "Get yourself to a hospital. You need to get your hands on some epinephrine."

"Epi-what?" the Titan asked.

"Epi-ne-phrine," Lad repeated, sounding out the word. "It's artificial adrenaline. The hospital keeps it in stock in 10 milliliter syringes. About a fifth of a dose will do ya. You got that, BB?"

"Sure, epinephrine in 10 milliliter syringes," Logan echoed.

"A fifth of a dose, okay?" the voice said from the other end. "You don't want to fuck this up. Call me back when you've got it, okay?"

"Yup," Logan quipped. "Late."

As I hang up the phone, I can see my cousin sitting at one of the tables outside. Fuck – she's dressed in her Wonder Girl outfit. Real inconspicuous, cuz. Like a deer in an orange hunting vest. Her back's to me. Doesn't even see me coming. Hmm, what an opportunity…

Wonder Girl let out a scream as Logan poked her in the sides. This caught the attention of many of the other patrons, some of which simply shook their heads and went back to their lattes.

"Garfield, you scared the shit out of me!" she said in a hushed whisper as the Titan stood over her.

"Well that oughta teach you not to wear your outfit when you're trying to tail a person," Logan said, smirking.

"But I wasn't tailing him," Donna said, smirking back.

"Whatever," the green man said, quickly. "Is he still in there?"

"I haven't seen him leave," the girl responded back.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Logan said, looking over at the building. "Stay here."

With that, I set off towards the old dance studio. Funny – no reason for him to go here unless this was where he was keeping the Titans. Then again, I seriously doubted that Blood would let Adonis be the Titans' keeper. He was just far too uptight and idiotic to do anything useful with them. They'd have probably kicked his ass the moment Blood left. Final analysis: This was a set-up. I had caused enough of a stir recently to let the H.I.V.E. boys know I was still alive and kicking. They'd probably be waiting for me, ready to do me in because the poison isn't working fast enough. Ahhh, what the hell. I need the exercise anyway…

As soon as I step in the building, my eyes begin to burn. Something's in the air. Smells like a barbeque…

Shit. Propane. The building's set to go off at the slightest spark. The only advantage here was that they wouldn't be able to shoot me – unless they planned on dying in the process.

I'm about to the middle of the dance floor when he makes his grand entrance.

"Hey, BB!" Adonis called out from the back of the room. "Feel like engaging in a little 'Forbidden Dance'?"

"I'll leave that to Travolta," Logan said, firmly. "Where's the Titans?"

The handsome villain smiled, bearing his pearly whites. "I'm sorry, but your princess is in another castle," he said, laughing.

"Don't fuck with me, Adonis!" the Titan growled, narrowing his eyes. "I might not be my day, but I'm pretty sure I can make yours a whole lot worse."

"Ooo, I'd love to see that!" Adonis said, grinning. "Since you've caught me in a good mood, I'll let you in on this hint: Blood's got them, and he's got them somewhere you ain't ever gonna find out."

"Oh, I think I will," Logan said, an evil grin on his face. Slowly he pointed at the villain. "…And you're gonna tell me," he added.

Adonis shook his head. "Sorry, Logan," he said, "but that's just not in the cards."

I can hear the footsteps coming from around the back. H.I.V.E. soldiers en masse. Probably fifteen or twenty of them. They filter into the building from every entrance, surrounding me, swallowing me up. Looks like I was right: this was a set-up – and they're all unarmed. That's not to say they weren't wielding weapons – pipes, clubs, bats, and a couple of those good old police batons for good measure. They'd come for a knockdown drag-out slobber knocker. Looks like I'd have to humor them.

Adonis grinned as the soldiers took their positions. This was just too good to pass up.

"Hey, no hard feelings, Logan," he said, "but that poison I injected you with just isn't working fast enough for our client's liking. I think, however, that this might just do the trick."

Grinning at the Titan, he slapped a hand on the back of one of the soldiers. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I got a nice young Gothic pussy to break in," he said. "Kinda wish you hit that shit when you had the chance, don't ya?" Laughing, he shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, we all make mistakes. Good thing is – you won't be making any more of them."

Turning towards the soldier, an evil smile crept across Adonis's face. "Bring me his balls," he ordered before stepping back towards the alleyway entrance. He would watch the initial beatdown just for kicks. Not too often you get to watch a Titan die. Then again, he'd have the privilege of watching four more die later on. Yup, life was looking good.

The boys are moving in. Smell from the propane is pissing me off. It's also making me hungry. I can feel my blood pressure spiking as my body goes into a hypoglycemic fit from all those energy drinks. Downside: I feel like a jitterbug on crack. Upside: Heart's racing a mile a minute. Blood be damned, but I think I'm starting to like this shit…

It came without warning. One of the soldier charged Logan like a man possessed, swinging a lead pipe over his head. It was the kind of pipe that could stove in a guy's head with one shot…provided you could make that shot. Today was not his day.

Adonis's jaw dropped in shock as Logan caught the pipe in mid-swing, pulled the soldier forward, wrapped his arm around his neck and gave a little twist. The CRACK was most satisfying, indeed.

"Oh shit!" the villain said as the armored guard fell lifeless to the floor. "Kill him, you douche bags!"

The soldiers all charged forward like a starting pistol had gone off in the distance. Game on.


When I was a kid, I was brutally attacked by a monkey. My parents used the scientific knowledge they had to save my life. It was that scientific knowledge that brought forth my transforming ability. Not too long after, they were killed. By what, I don't rightly know. All I can remember was being a young kid with no family, with no one who really cared about me. Then, I got wind of the Doom Patrol. I had a child-like respect for them. I wanted to be one of them – to be someone, not some freak. So, I sought them out. I even broke into their headquarters to prove my worth. Sure, they were pretty cheesed off that some kid bypassed their security, but they were also impressed with my abilities. That when Mento inaugurated me as an agent of Doom. That was the first mistake.

Ever heard the term "child soldier?" That's what I was. I was ten, and capable of killing people far beyond my age and expertise. But you know what? I still didn't have a family. Regardless of what Robot Man, Negative Man, or Elastic-Girl thought of me, Mento always treated me like a dog. It was then that I realized that my metamorphosis could be my ticket out. I left the Doom Patrol behind, and scoured the globe for people who could accept me, who could be my family. You know what? I found them. Now Blood's got them, and that faggot-ass punk is standing in the way of my family. Him and about twenty morons in armor. Adonis was feeling so superior, talking about mistakes. He didn't realize he had just made the biggest mistake of his life: He underestimated Garfield Logan.

I duck another pipe as it whistles through the air. One solid kick, and his knee's in more pieces than Stonehenge. Crying for his mommy. Good. Let them be afraid. Instinct was kicking in, all I learned in the Doom Patrol bubbling back to the surface like a clogged toilet. Either way, this was going to be messy.

Roundhouse to the left. Staggered another soldier. My feet leave the ground, the point of my elbow slamming into the bridge of another man's nose. Some guy's taking a swing at my legs. I leapt forward. Duck and roll. He's on the ground before he even knows what happened. More coming. They don't look too happy. Adonis probably told them this would be easy. Can't blame him. Pretty sure he'd thought it'd be easy, too.

I pick up a pipe from the floor. Time to even the playing field. These guys don't know who they're fuckin' with. As soon as they're in arm's length, I'm Barry Bonds. Helmets go flying across the room as I knock them straight off of their heads. It's a matter of physics. Mass times acceleration equals a world of pain. Something like that. Never was really good with all that science shit.

It's been three minutes. Everyone's down, if not out. Adonis's slipped out into the alleyway. Probably waiting for one of his boys to return with a bloody paper bag. As I head towards the door, I notice a few of the boys getting back up. Time to say good-bye. I hurl the pipe at them. They duck under it easily, chuckling that I had such horrible aim. Truth is, I think to myself as I hurl myself out the window, I was aiming for that metal bar along the wall. The one where ballerinas do their warm-ups. Metal on metal at that speed, survey says: you get a spark.


The windows of the coffee shop rattled with immense force as the dance studio exploded, sending pieces of brick and H.I.V.E. soldiers all over the streets. Wonder Girl hit the ground just like all the others.

"Oh shit, Logan…" she cried.

That's exactly what Adonis had said as he saw the Titan standing at the end of the alleyway, the flames from the explosion erupting at his back. His, however, had been a little more dramatic.

Fear took the villain to a new level as he took off down the alley, Logan in hot pursuit. 'Why won't this fucker die?!' he screamed within his own mind as he emerged back onto the streets. Glancing around, he noticed a small restaurant on the opposite side of the street. If he could get to it, he might just be able to get the drop on the apparently-indestructible hero.

With his feet hitting the pavement, the villain was soon inside. Taking refuge behind a booth, he watched the door, waiting for Logan to arrive.

As I found myself back on the streets, I had just enough time to see that fuck duck into a restaurant. Once again, he'd be waiting for me. This time, however, he was in public and would probably be a bit more discreet. Still, he's my best shot on finding the Titans until I hear from Mento. I sighed. No place else to go but in.

Adonis held his breath as the shape shifter entered the restaurant. He sat and watched as he looked around the interior, trying to adjust his eyes to the dim light. Feeling a little bolder, Adonis poked his head out from behind the booth wall. Suddenly, he dropped back down. He couldn't be sure, but he had sworn Logan had seen him. Peering out around the edge again, he breathed a sigh of relief as the Titan continued towards the back into the kitchen area.

With him out of sight, the handsome villain got back to his feet, pulling a chrome Desert Eagle from his waistband. It was time to finish this.

Adonis thinks he's so smart. I knew where he was the moment I walked in. I could smell him, and it wasn't too pleasant. I purposely walked to the back, knowing he'd follow me. Standing back the fridge, I see him with his big gun, looking around for me. He's got no idea what he's walking into. Enlightening him will be fun. He's just kicked out the back door into the alley. Hmm, about time I cut in…

Adonis straightened up in shock as Logan came spinning out of the doorway. He also let out a scream as the Titan brought a meat cleaver down on his gun hand, severing it from his body. The pain was unbelievable. Quickly he was on his knees, holding the stump of his right arm as it spurted blood.

"How'd you like that one, Adonis?" Logan said, sarcastically. "How totally freakin' awesome was that?"

Kicking the hand away, the green man glared down at the villain. "Need a hand, asshole?" he quipped.

Adonis screamed in a fury as he jumped back to his feet, using his larger stature to lift Logan high into the air and down onto the pile of trash bags strewn in the alleyway. A flurry of fist followed, each blow giving Logan just a bit more of a boost. Finally, the villain rose his stump hand into the air and drove it down at the Titan's face. Rolling to the side, he watched as Adonis slammed it down on the concrete. As he howled in pain, Logan kicked him off – only to see Wonder Girl hurl a trashcan lid at the pretty boy's face.

"Donna, what the fuck?" Logan said, confused. "What part of 'stay here' did you not fuckin' get?"

Adonis now found himself with two targets. Being the wimp he really was, he decided to go after the girl.

Donna let out a grunt as the villain struck her with a metal trashcan. Stumbling back onto the ground, she could only put up a token defense against the object. Seeing this, Logan quickly pulled the Springfield form his waistband.

CLICK. The gun wouldn't fire.

"Shit!" Logan cursed under his breath. That dip he had taken in the pool had left the gun useless for the moment. Then again, there was another one within reach…

Adonis continued to pummel Wonder Girl with the trashcan. If he couldn't get Logan to beg, maybe his cousin would do it for him.

That's when he heard the CLICK. It would be the last thing the pretty boy villain ever heard.

BLAM! Donna recoiled in horror as blood and brain matter splattered over her body. Adonis quickly pitched forward, a hole the size of the Grand Canyon in his head. Directly behind him stood Logan, the smoke still emanating from the Desert Eagle's barrel.

"So much for spilling his guts," Logan grumbled to himself as he searched the body's pockets. One cell phone, nothing much else worth mentioning. "Now, what was it Aqualad said? Epi-Nefertiti? 10 milliliters?" The rush of the last few minutes had left him with a blank. Frustrated, he looked at his now-bloodstained cousin.

"Nice work, cuz," he said, angrily.

As Logan walked towards the street, Donna had time to recompose herself. Getting back to her feet, she paused for a moment beside Adonis's body. Grimacing, she gave the corpse a good swift kick.

"Asshole," she muttered.


"So, Garfield," Wonder Girl said as the two re-emerged onto the streets, "what do we do now?"

Logan glanced back at his cousin. "You're going home and getting cleaned up," he said matter-of-factly. "From this point on, I'm working alone. Stay inside, and don't talk to no one. I can't have Blood tracing you down."

The girl bit her lip. She knew this might be the last time she sees her cousin alive. "What are you going to do?" she asked.

"First, I'm gonna get to a hospital," the Titan said, firmly. "Then, I'm going to find Blood."

Turning to face Wonder Girl, Logan placed a hand on her shoulder. "Take care of yourself, cuz," he said, a slight smile on his face.

"You, too," she replied.

As we went out separate ways, I contemplated what secrets Adonis might have been keeping from me. Pulling his cell from my pocket, I surmise there's one way of finding out.

"Adonis," Blood's voice came through the device. "Have you taken care of our little problem?"

"I'm sorry, but the asshole you're trying to reach is no longer in service," Logan said, mimicking an automated message. "Please hang up and go fuck yourself."

On the opposite end, Brother Blood got to his feet. He could feel his blood pressure rising as he recognized the voice on the other end.

"Logan?" he hissed. "This better not be fuckin' Logan!"

"Indeed it is," the Titan said. "Sorry to ruin your day, but then again I guess I owe it to ya, now don't I?"

"Where's Adonis?" the cult leader said, firmly.

"Behind the Roaster's on Jane and Wigwam," Logan said. "You'll wanna bring a shovel."

Blood sighed as he sat back down. "You know, I've got to hand it to you," he mused, "you're one tough son of a bitch to kill."

"Doom Patrol taught me that," the man said. "Then again, I guess you probably already knew that."

"Indeed I did," Blood said, grimacing. "So, where do we go from here?"

"I'll let you know," Logan said.

CLICK.

That oughta hold Blood for a little while. He knows I'm still alive. He doesn't know who's coming for him. Figure if I rile him up, it'll just make it that much easier for Mento to catch him. As I hop back in the cab, my destination is clear: Time to get a check-up.