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Are We Still an "Us"? By Lar Lindor

Chapter nine: "It Hits the Fan"

Five a.m.: The next day

"Are you ready, Gar?" she asked seriously.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," he confessed.

She kissed him lovingly. "Be careful, okay? I just got you back, and I can't stand to lose you again."

"I'll be careful. Titans, Go?" he cheered.

"Titans, Go!" she yelled. She looked around them. How she wished Vic, Kori, and Rich were there. They'd been an awesome team, and she missed that concept of teamwork. She also loved each of them as individuals. Truly, they were her family.

So how about the green man walking beside her? What was he thinking about? Gar Logan's thoughts paralleled his girlfriend's. The five had meant the world to him. His parents had died young in a car accident. He'd been adopted by Rita Farr and Steve Dayton. Then they'd disappeared, along with the rest of Doom Patrol. Death and Gar were old companions.

The two heroes walked up to a high chain length fence. Gar pointed towards a series of cameras set up along the path ahead. Turning into a crow, he flew over the manmade enclosure. His sharp beak made short work of the cameras.

Gar looked around to check on his partner. She had already flown over the fence. The changeling suddenly became a timber wolf. He sniffed carefully.

"The smell of cordite ahead," he warned. "Three men with guns. Would you like to know what they had for breakfast?"

"I'll pass," she snickered. "You were going to stay in that form?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "Wolves are legends as far as the olfactory senses go."

"True enough," she smiled. "I loved your special The Big (Not So) Bad Wolf."

"Thanks," he grinned. "Cut the chatter, Raven. We're on a mission," he griped in a fair impression of their former leader, Robin.

"I wish they were here, Gar," she confessed. "I miss all of them."

"I miss them, too," he agreed. "I kept hoping Nightwing at least would show up."

"I wish Kori were here," Raven pouted. "I've never had a real girl friend since she left. I guess T'lena is the closest."

"She doesn't fire star bolts though, as I remember."

"At least T'lena can cook, though," Raven smiled. "Kori never could do that."

"Stay here," he growled in wolf form, "I'm going to take out the three guards."

"Fine, but I get the next set," she teased.

Gar was back minutes later. This time he was in his human form.

"Any problems?" she asked.

"Wolf, grizzly, mountain lion," he listed as an explanation.

"What do you have in your pocket, Gar?" she pointed.

"Walkie-talkie," he muttered. "Should we have Brother Blood, Jr. fix us breakfast?"

"I don't think so," she smirked.

"He probably makes a good Blood Pudding," Gar chuckled.

"Stop it," she pleaded. "All right, I admit it. I've even missed your lame sense of humor."

"There's the compound," he informed her. "More guards ahead and more cameras. Do we charge in, or do it the sneaky way?"

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos," she chanted. Immediately she was surrounded by her dark powers. Gar shivered involuntarily.

"Rock and Roll time, Mr. Logan," she quoted.

"Kick ass, and don't take the time to take down names," he snarled, becoming a Bengal Tiger.

"Wait, I have some inspiration for us," Gar grinned. He pulled out his MP3. "You'll love this."

When there's trouble, you know who to call Teen Titans!
From their tower, they can see it all. Teen Titans!

When there's evil on the attack
you can rest knowing they got your back
'Cuz when the world needs heroes on patrol, Teen Titans GO!

With their superpowers, they unite. Teen Titans!
Never met a villain that they liked. Teen Titans!

They've got the bad guys on the run
they never stop 'till the job gets done
'Cuz when the world is losin' all control
Teen Titans GO! Teen Titans GO!

If your heart is black you better watch out
You cannot escape the team
When they catch you there won't be any doubt
You've been beaten by the teens
beaten by the teens.

T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! Teen Titans! Let's go!
T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! Teen Titans! Let's go!
T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! Teen Titans! Let's go!
T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! Teen Titans! Let's go!

Teen Titans GO! Teen Titans GO!
One, two, three, four, GO! Teen Titans!

"Oh, my God," she giggled. "Where in the hell did you get that?"

"Puffy Amiyumi recorded it for me," he admitted. "They were big fans of my show."

"That was great," she confessed. "Ready to take these clowns apart?"

Gar answered by changing into a Triceratops. He lowered his head and smashed through the walls. It hit the fan right away, of course.

"We're being invaded," Blood's voice screamed over the intercom. "Inner Circle, arm yourselves and take them down."

The men known as the Inner Circle sprinted to the weapons room. The first thing they saw was the unconscious body of their spy, Rickers. He was tied up, and dangling from the rafters. Tower was standing in the corner of the room.

"What's going on, Tower?" one thug bellowed.

"My name is not Tower, boys," the red haired man admitted. He showed them his black wig. "Just call me Wally, Wally West."

"Who?" another thug challenged.

Tower, I mean Wally, grinned as he released his costume from his special ring. Even the slowest thug knew the scarlet uniform with the lightning bolt.

"It's The Flash!" the quickest witted one cried.

"Guilty as charged," Wally grinned. Eleven seconds later twenty men lay senseless on the floor. The Fastest Man Alive locked them into a nearby room. First, however, he made mincemeat of their weapon supply.

"You could have at least tried harder, boys," he rebuked. "I didn't even get a good workout. May as well see how Beast Boy and Raven are doing."

[Well done, to all who guessed Tower's ID.

Well, Raven and Gar were doing well so far. In fact, the hooded 'culties' were just plain out of their league. There were no guns among the faithful, and only a few were armed at all.

"Gar, can you take this bunch?" Raven yelled over the sounds of battle. "I'm going after their leader."

"No problem," Gar boasted, now in the form of a Gorilla. One devotee tried to stab him, only to find the ape gone. There was a rat for a moment, and then a snarling Velociraptor took its place. Next a Stegosaurus took down five of the faithful with a sweep of its mighty tail.

Well, one devotee managed to locate a rifle. The dino morphed into a Black Racer, which dodged the bullets. Then a green lion mauled the gunman. Seconds later a rhino charged into their midst. One cult member lost his life as the rhino's horn pierced the man's heart.

"Halt," a robed person ordered. There were pregnant women, elderly persons, and children surrounding him.

"You have to kill these weak ones to get to me, Beast Boy," he mocked.

A Bloodhound laughed out loud. "One, don't try illusions on someone with an exceptional sense of smell," Gar smirked. "Second, do not call me Beast Boy."

"Uh oh," the illusionist moaned as a Cape Buffalo bore down on him. The man's unconscious form ricocheted off a distant wall.

A door opened and a pack of angry dogs charged Gar. There were Mastiffs, Rottweilers, Dobermans, and Pit Bulls among them. The shape shifter became a Cave Bear, over fifteen feet tall. Snarling the extinct creature waded into the canines, tossing them left and right. Once more, Gar was being forced to kill his foes. He hated killing fellow beasts as much as he hated killing humans.

Suddenly, five men with pistols faced off against Gar. One thug threw a canister of tear gas. It missed the green hued Red Tailed Hawk cleanly and exploded harmlessly. Gar glimpsed a blur of red, and the gunman were now disarmed.

"Is that you, Wally?" Gar cried out.

"Long time no see," Wally grinned. "Shall we take out the garbage?"

Gar glared at the nearly disarmed devotees. The already shaken men found themselves facing a snarling Black Panther. Two fainted dead away and the others surrendered rather than being clawed to pieces.

More devotees entered the room. "Wally, do you mind?" Gar asked. "I'm going to find Raven."

"My pleasure, Mr. Logan," the speedster smiled. He zoomed through their midst, striking them down by the dozens.

"You're no fun," he accused. "You keep breaking when I try to play with you."

Raven Roth was becoming angry. She could sense her old foe, but he kept avoiding her.

"Frustrated? So sad that my former lover can't catch me," the man teased.

"Our relationship was one-sided as I recall," she retorted.

"What was your nitwit plan this time, Blood?" She mocked. "Surely you weren't planning to marry me again?"

"I never do the same thing twice, dearest one," he laughed.

He appeared to her suddenly. "You're half demon as I remember," he accused. "A mere mortal stood little chance against you. So, I decided to become something else."

"What did you become, Blood? A village idiot?"

"Hardly, my pet," he snarled, appearing behind her. "I've become an Immortal, one of the Walking Dead. You now face a Vampire!"

"I've faced vampires before, and kicked their asses," she declared. "Were you planning on biting me?"

"Not likely," he growled. "I plan to take your blood, and capture your unique DNA. Then I'll clone you, and you'll serve me for eternity." His laugh was maniacal.

Her dark powers surrounded the undead creature. He escaped in mist form. He chanted dark words; spells forgotten by mortal man.

"Azararath, Metrion, Zinthos!" she chanted in challenge. Now, instead of darkness, the cult leader was surrounded in blinding, pulsating light.

"No fair," Blood screamed. "We were supposed to match dark magic with dark magic."

"You're a fool, Blood," she sighed. "I'm not the person I was years ago. My father is long since defeated. I now embrace Light, and not just Darkness."

Agitated beyond sanity, the former human ran at his female foe. He counted heavily on his superior physical strength to carry him.

Raven chanted her mantra once again. Brother Blood snarled in frustration as a wall of magic blocked his path.

"I have her, boss!" a voice cried. The man called Masters held a pistol to Raven's temple. She grimaced in frustration. Suddenly, the man no longer menaced her. He collapsed, grabbing his thigh as he fell. A Green snake lay coiled by his feet.

"Oxyuranus microlepidotus, commonly known as The Australian Fierce Snake," Gar announced. "It has enough poison in its bite to kill 100 humans."

"Beast Boy!" Blood snapped. "How well I remember your part in my defeat the last time. How appropriate to kill you along with the dark little witch."

"I won't call you 'Blood Boy' if you don't refer to me as 'Beast Boy,' Gar promised. "Oh, and please don't insult my girlfriend. I don't like that, at all."

"Raven, shame on you," the cultist leader rebuked. "I expected loyalty from my bride. Have you no shame?"

Raven briefly whispered to her boyfriend while Blood continued to rave. The snake nodded.

"Now die, My Love," Blood snarled. "I hate to end our relationship this way."

"Oh it ends, all right, Blood," Gar warned. "It ends now."

Gar changed forms once again. This time he was the massive but placid Diplodocus. The immense dinosaur's head crashed through the ceiling.

"No!" screamed Brother Blood as light streamed into the room. "Please, Raven, spare me."

"I don't think so," she responded coldly. The vampire disappeared before their eyes. Eventually, only ashes remained.

"Ouch," Gar exclaimed. "that hurt. Remind me now to stick my head through ceilings again."

Both heroes turned around as someone entered the room. "Hold it," Flash commanded, "I'm on your side."

"Thanks, Wally," Gar exhaled.

"Raven," Wally acknowledged coldly.

"Wally," she matched his tone.

"Have you two met?" Gar asked.

"That, Garfield, is a sore point. Your woman can explain that to you some day. For now, let Nightwing know his favor is more than repaid," Flash explained. The scarlet speedster zoomed away with these words.

"I get the idea he doesn't like you," Gar smirked.

"To say the least," she sighed. "I'll explain it later."

"Freeze, everyone, FBI!" voices cried throughout the compound.

"Nice timing, Terry," Raven smirked.

The Brotherhood is history, & Brother Blood is a pile of ashes. There's another chapter to go, however. Lots of loose ends remained to be tied. If you read it, please review it. Lar.