-Dick-

Dick shuffled out of the back of the T-Car first, holding the door open for the two girls who each dipped their legs elegantly out from the car then stood up. It was a mature gesture, mainly for the prying eyes of those waiting to get into the club. It was a risk having them all together like this though, they'd have to split once they were inside the club to prevent associations. Dick was sure Black Mask had thought of someone trying to crash his little party...

He glanced up to Victor, who was hesitantly planting the car keys into the valet's hand, a young kid with ginger hair. Dick wondered if Cy had taken all the necessary precautions to make sure the Valet wouldn't be curious and poke around the interior of the T-Car. He figured there were safety measures in place.

Dick had to admit, he was always impressed with the level of technology Cyborg applied to their gear and resources. The T-Car was no exception. Looking down at the vehicle now, Dick could barely tell it apart from any other modern sedan. It had a black, sleek paint job and tinted windows. The sign of someone who didn't want to be seen though acceptable in the criminal underworld. It looked like a real car, one that a group of hardened thugs would use. He knew better though, and he knew that the cloaking system was only a switch flick away to anyone who pried, but Dick doubted that this valet would tempt angering one of Black Mask's guests by messing around with the car's switches and knobs.

Black Mask was a big time player in Gotham years back, but Dick and his Orphans had noticed more and more of his power seemed to be dwindling away in the city. Dick had placed the loss of territory to other gangs moving in, or the super criminal element taking over, but it seemed Sionis played it smart. Gotham was going to shit, so the most logical move was to pull out and start anew. By the sight of the Sionis Industries tower in the distance of Downtown Jump, it had been a good move.

As Kate slipped from the car, turning to smile back at him and urge him onwards, Dick cast a look out towards the bay. He could see Titan's Tower in the distance, and it silhouetted the moonlight with a dark 'T' form. To anyone looking, the tower looked as abandoned and decrepit as it always did. Dick wondered how often the fall of the Teen Titans came up in hushed conversation. Did they ever worry of their return? Did they think of their city as abandoned by the powers of good?

Cy could work magic when he wanted to, and Dick was impressed with the stealth field he was able to create that gave the impression that the Tower was indeed still a derelict wreck. If anyone stepped into the field though, they would see that the tower was in quite the state of repair. Someone would have to be on the island for that. Dick hoped that the Joker gang they had dispatched wouldn't try to retake their hideout. He wouldn't imagine they would, the way Garfield had handled them.

Dick glanced to Garfield, who was messing with his tie with an annoyed expression. He had gotten better… Raven had apparently talked with him, and the growing Beast that everyone was worried about seemed to be becoming more controlled. Dick knew it wasn't in his nature to let things go though, the detective that he was, so the ex-Boy Wonder would have to keep an eye on his green friend.

"You coming Blue?" Kate asked. Dick looked up the stairs to the front entrance of the club. Above the door was a flashy sign that read, 'The Cellar.' There were three bouncers present. One was checking VIP passes, which Cyborg handed to him. The other was controlling a line of people begging to get in, and another was watching the door.

"Yeah." He nodded. Nightwing had always taken the codename 'Blue' during their ops in Gotham due to his blue and black uniform. Now, with his uniform's blue replaced with red, he wondered if he's have to compete for the 'red' codename with Kate. He doubted she would give it up.

Perhaps Black would suit him better… Cyborg could have Blue.

Dick joined the rest of the team by the bouncer, and watched as the large, bulky man went over their VIP passes. Dick was good at keeping a straight face, but he could tell both Raven and Cyborg were wavering. Raven didn't have any experience in espionage, and Cy had a personal stake in his fake invitation making skills. An etch of pride that could be their downfall here if Cyborg didn't get his act together.

Dick pushed past the Titans, giving a commanding presence to the bouncer, "There a problem?" He asked in a stern tone. As if he had an aura of superiority over the bouncer that said, 'I can get you fired… or worse.'

The bouncer blinked, glancing up at Dick, and then shook his head, "You're all good. Have fun."

He then waved them through, unhooking a velvet rope that was blocking passage for those who wanted to come in and enjoy the club. This was the tricky part… If anyone was watching, they would see a group of young adults that looked a lot like their past heroes being ushered in before them inside the club. They were too similar together. The group would have to split off inside.

Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. They were led inside, a dark hallway giving them some alone time before they entered the main floor. Dick could hear the muffled bass up ahead, the little chatter of people cheering and enjoying themselves sprinkling on top of the jungle beat.

"Whew…" Garfield chuckled.

"That was the easy part. Now we have to blend in." Dick said in a soft whisper.

The group didn't respond. Dick led the way, pushing the final double doors that led inside the club. It was an explosion of color that made Dick stop in his tracks. There was a rush of sights, sounds and senses. The smell of alcohol and sweat was thick on Dick's nose, and the sight of vibrant, colorful lights made him squint as he looked about the open space. It all had a nauseous feel to it, and Dick immediately hated the scene.

In the middle of a large open area was the dance floor, a DJ perched above everyone playing some DeadMau5 remix and nodding his head along. The crowd below was of the younger variety. Young thugs and their girls mashing and grinding against each other as they squealed out happily. They at least were into it. If Dick didn't know better, he would think most of the people about him were normal. He knew better though. He knew that these delightful individuals were some of Jump's worst.

To the right was a bar. The bartenders were overworked by the looks of things, but they could manage themselves well. People seemed to stack on each other as they politely fought to get a drink. Dick knew it wouldn't last, and he wondered when the first punch would be thrown.

Up above was the patio that had been briefed to the Titans. Black Mask would be up there, lost amongst the bodies of crooks leaning over the railings. The goal was there, and he was curious how they would make this play.

Dick kept walking, descending towards the dance floor. He could make out the sight of his team parting in different directions. Kate and Garfield went right towards the bar area. Garfield clutched Kate's hand like a girlfriend's, lifting his hand obnoxiously to the bartender. Kate rolled his eyes. It was a play. Good.

Raven was moving towards the back, to an area where the more loner types seemed to congregate. Every so often, someone would approach a girl at the grouping of lonesome souls and offer a dance. Some agreed, some denied. Raven placed herself against the wall, watching the crowd below like a hawk looking for prey. Dick wondered how she would go about getting upstairs. Perhaps it wasn't wise to rely on her for that job. She could be look out, keeping an eye on things downstairs.

Cyborg followed him into the crowd of dancers towards the middle. He didn't have to worry much about bumping into people. Thanks to Cy's large size, he had a sort of intimidating display to him, which parted the dancing thugs like Moses parting the Red Sea.

"Ok people." Dick spoke to himself. He knew the others would be able to hear him. The devices implanted in their ears were of the highest quality, "Let's get some good info."

-Garfield-

"Alright, gimme me another one." Garfield waved towards the bartender. The bartender looked wary, giving how Garfield was acting. He could do the drunk asshole pretty well, and the idea was simple enough to attract attention. Garfield didn't draw attention to it, but a few members of crime high society had circled around him to watch the 'boy' drink himself stupid. Perhaps they'd get a chance to prove themselves by being the ones to toss the sloshy Garfield out.

Kate smirked at him, brow raised, "Think you can muster another, big boy? You've only had a few." Kate looked good out of uniform, Gar had to admit that. Her military cut hanged loose, a few strands of sweat soaked hair sticking to her forehead. She had this devious smile on her lips, one that read, 'Come on, bring it on." Garfield began to wonder if this fake challenge wasn't so fake after all.

The play was easy. Kate would drink Garfield under the table and attract attention to one of the higher ups, getting her up stairs. There was something about a fiery and strong woman that was attractive to these types, and with the years of undercover experience both Gar and Kate had, the two knew how to easily draw the right kind of attention to themselves.

Garfield was already looking pretty ragged, and he had to admit he was feeling a tad bit sloshed. It just added more to his character though. He tried to make sure not to drink to a point where he couldn't do his job. That was important. Nightwing wouldn't like it if he was unable to act under pressure.

Kate pushed him another shot of Whiskey. Gar shouldn't have been surprised that they didn't card at this bar, but he still was. He was only eighteen, but he was sure there were some younger kids in here, street thugs trying to make a name for themselves. The changeling was sure he looked rather youthful being shown up by his beautiful red headed partner. He smirked, taking the shot in his wobbly hand, "Alright, let's go."

The two encircled their shot-laden arms, getting rather intimately close as they lifted their drinks to their lips, a mirror image of each other's actions. This showed a few things: One, that the two, despite challenging each other, were close. This probably would prevent Gar from being beaten or killed. Two, that those wanting to steer Kate towards them would have to work rather hard to spring her from a fake romantic relationship implied with the act.

Garfield let his eyes waver, focusing in on the small crowd that was gathering around them. Most were there to laugh at his wimpish drinking manner, some just to spectate. His eyes drifted to a taller blonde girl, skinny and bony. She had a familiar…

Terra was never a voluptuous girl. Even as a teen, she was built like a stick. Skinny, bony and with long arms. She had a beautiful face though, and deep blue eyes Gar could get lost in every time she smiled at him. She hadn't changed much since he last saw her, a struggling school girl worried about a coming test. She had grown taller, more confident… She was dressed in a solid black dress, a pair of jeans and tennis shoes barely hiding under the black lace. Still ever the rough and tumble girl...

Garfield's eyes went wide, suddenly unable to move as he realized Terra was watching him. HIS Terra, watching him drink with Kate. Did she recognize him? Were they made? Did his heart stop beating? No, she couldn't be here. It couldn't be her… But it was. To her he just looked like just another white dude with dirty blonde hair. There was no way she could see him as her long lost lover, the Titan she choose to leave behind, along with her morally grey past. She had saved the city, and she had also enslaved it. Why was she here?

She was smiling, arm looped with some guy. Gar couldn't even focus on the man she was with, though he thought he should be jealous of the small act of intimacy. She nuzzled into his shoulder, smiling in a gentle state of tipsiness. It was her. She was here, watching him without any knowledge that she was looking straight towards Beast Boy.

Kate had already swallowed her drink, but Gar could see as the glass escaped her lips that she had noticed his state. Garfield wondered if his cloak managed to pick up fear, the whiteness of his skin showing through, "Green?" She asked, whispering softly. She tried nudging the shot towards his lips, but Gar lost hold of the drink. It quaked from his hand and fell to the floor, shattering in a mix of jagged glass and dark brown liquor.

The small crowd laughed and jeered, satisfied with the result regardless of Gar's clumsy ending to the spectacle. Kate had won despite the falter in the plan, "What's going on?" Garfield could hear buzzing in his ear. Robin… No, Nightwing was checking in. The glass falling must have snapped his attention.

Terra stared at him. Her soft smile started to slip away, eyes narrowing. She let her hand slip from her date, her mouth parting a moment. It took a fraction of a second for it to click in her… He could see it happen, the biology of it so familiar to him he could pick up any number of emotions from his love. Her eyes then went wide. Oh God, she knows. She knows who he is. Garfield felt his body grow cold. He took a few steps back, hands hoisting up on the bar to keep himself steady, "I don't know." Kate whispered through his ear, "He just locked up."

"It's Terra." Came Raven's voice, a small but commanding tone following her. "Terra is here. Get him out of there." Garfield couldn't even see her.

Garfield felt his legs go a bit wobbly. He looked to Kate for help, the sudden build of tears in his eyes threatening to destroy him. Kate nodded, quickly darting in and scooping his arm around her, "Heh, looks like my boy had one too many." She looked to the small laughing crowd, giving a wink, "See you later boys.~"

Garfield watched as he was led away from the bar, following his feet as they took step after step, not really sure of where he was going.

When he lifted his head, he was in the men's bathroom. Nightwing was already there, lowering a hand to Garfield's upper back, "He drink too much?" He asked. Garfield looked up into his eyes but saw only black… Those damned shades. Why did Nightwing have such an urge to hide himself? Why couldn't Gar just see his concern instead of taking his word for it.

"Maybe. I think it was the girl more than anything… That was Terra?" Kate asked, helping Garfield to sit against the sink. After the two made sure he was good and settled, Kate made her way to the bathroom door and locked it.

"Yeah, but don't say her name aloud. We don't need that connection."

Kate just nodded. Garfield wiped his eyes, giving a stuttering breathe, "Bleh… I'm sorry dude… I may have just made us." Garfield felt himself coming out of his Terra-induced stupor. She was a liability now, not a person… Someone who was going to block them in their mission, "Why is she even here? I thought she was out of the life."

"I didn't even know she was alive." Nightwing mumbled. Kate glanced at him. Nightwing just sighed, "Well, Green here was really the only person who saw her at that High School… I'm sorry I didn't believe him at the time." Nightwing shrugged, lifting a hand to his head. Garfield knew Nightwing's disbelief of his story already, but he appreciated the slight annoyance that accompanied Kate's expression.

"Well…" Garfield said, changing the subject, "How can we use her?" The other two looked at him with blank expressions, "Look, I don't got any illusions. This goes beyond my teen crush… If she's… If she's in with Black Mask, maybe we can use that to our advantage, see what she's got goin' with him, you know?" It sounded weak coming from his own mouth, but he wanted to reflect the team's mission. Stay away from the personal stuff, block it out… Nightwing, who had taught him all this, seemed surprised. That was good… Right?

"He's right." Raven said softly in their collective ears. Kate and Nightwing lifted a hand to their ears. Garfield had completely forgotten the Titans were all linked. "Past aside, she's a connection to Jump's new criminal underworld. If we can figure out her place in it, maybe we can talk to her…"

"Talk to her?" Nightwing said, turning away from Garfield, "She did try to kill us once."

"And she could have finished the job numerous times, but she didn't. Don't get me wrong Nigh- Blue- Ugh..."

"Just call me Black." Nightwing stated.

"Ok. She is the enemy… But, an enemy that has a past with us. We could at least get her to hesitate from killing us, if she even wanted to do that." Raven sounded cold in her assessment, but she was right. He doubted the extreme reaction of murder from the rock-controlling ex-Titan, but he knew they had to be cautious. Terra, though she was his lover, was unpredictable.

"She's outside the bathroom." Cyborg chimed in, "She seems hesitant though. I think she wants to see you."

"Have you approached her?" Nightwing asked.

"No, I think she's only recognized Gar. Do these cloaks even work guys? You'd tell me, right?"

"No… No." Garfield protested, shaking his head, "It's too soon, and I don't… I don't trust myself."

"We can't talk to her." Nightwing stated flatly, "Not now. This mission doesn't include her, and if Black Mask is watching her then he'll be watching who she talks to. That connects us in a way we can't have right now. Purple, Blue, see what you can do to get upstairs. We'll have to wait her out."

"Got it." The two said at the same time.

Kate approached Garfield, lifting a hand to his shoulder, "Are you ok?" She asked with a sisterly closeness. Garfield didn't respond at first, but he finally lifted his head and gave her a weak smile. It wasn't enough to satisfy her. Her look of concern seemed to stay present on her eyes, though her mouth returned the smile.

Garfield let out a breath, sitting in silence with his two comrades. Outside that door was a connection to his past he had pushed deep inside himself. Something as deep as The Beast. It seemed the universe was out to get him. Well, if not get him then break him open and let The Beast inside run free. Garfield was becoming very frightened of the idea.