Comet came at me, and I was ready.

I interposed my buckler in front of the attack. The impact made my feet slide back a few inches and it numbed my arm. I channeled energy into it to keep it from staying that way. I jumped over his next punch and launched a strike of my own.

My claws made contact on his chest, and did nothing. I hopped back to observe what I had done. The only damage I did seemed to be a few tears in his shirt. His skin wasn't even marked, if he had had an itch there I probably wouldn't have even scratched it.

That was fine, I'll just put more energy behind the next one. I charged low and tried to sweep his legs out from under him. My leg made contact, but seemed to do nothing. All I got was a sudded pain in my shin where I hit him, he didn't even budge. Comet grinned and swung down at me. I barely rolled out of the way, his fist caught on my coattail, tearing the fabric. I rolled to my feet and looked at him and gaped.

His fist was driven into the marble floor up to the elbow. He grunted and pulled out his buried fist.

I reached into my coat and drew my glocks. I sighted in and began firing at him madly, emptying both clips in a few seconds. Comet looked unperturbed.

Alright, let's try live rounds.

I reached into my coat for my additional clips, but didn't get the chance to slam into my guns as Comet came at me with a heavy swipe. I abandoned my attempts at reloading and went on a full dodge. Comet may have strength and toughness, but I was faster.

I ducked under a right hook and came up with and uppercut along his torso, channeling power into the strike to cut. I felt my claws bite into something, but I didn't get the chance to find out.

After my swing I was left open. Comet punched at my torso, and met my buckler. My arm was pushed back into my chest and I was sent flying across the room and out the door into the main room of the bank. I kept my wits and used the chance to reload. My fresh clips slid in with a satisfying 'chunk'.

Comet strode out of the office and met a barrage of firepower. He brought up his guard and met the onslaught. After the smoke cleared Comet stood still, smiling like a jackal.

Okay, armor piercing rounds.

Robin was just about done chipping away at the ice around his feet and hands.

He took one more powerful swing and with a loud crack he was free. Good thing too, Iceknight didn't look too good, he was losing alot of blood, and Robin wasn't sure if his ice powers would guard against hypothermia.

Robin tapped some buttons on his communicator, but got nothing. The ice must have ruined it.

He took stock of the situation and ran into a nearby store. Hopefully they had a phone.

Comet rushed after I got only one clip in.

He flying kicked at me, and I rolled to dodge. He landed and without missing a beat swung a foot at my gut, and made contact.

If felt like a freight train had just wailed me. I flew back again, smashing into and through a wall, slamming into the T-Car and denting the door considerably. Idropped my Glocks in the flight.

I coughed and came up with blood. I held my gut groaning. My mind focused on regenerating, on repositioning my organs and spine, and reinflating my lungs. They all shifted back into place with sickening lurch. I staggered to my feet and wiped bloody drool from my mouth.

Comet strolled out of the bank like he had just opened a savings account. He even was even whistling.

"What the hell are you Comet? Some sort of mutant, or alien or something?" I hissed through clenched, blood stained teeth.

When the man stepped onto exposed parts of the bank's stone steps, they cracked and broke. Like a heavy weight was put on them. I gaped, and he grinned.

"Inquisitive little bastard aren't you? Very well, I will slake your curiosity before you die." He slowly walked forward, I fingered something in my coat. "In addition to being a fine martial artist and a brilliant man, I can increase and decrease my mass at will."

I was confused "Wouldn't that just make your body too heavy to move?" I found what I was searching for in my coat and quietly slid it into my hand.

"Not exactly, my strength increases proportionately, as does my toughness." He grinned once more. "So it takes the weight of a freight train to move me, and no blade can cut me. Suffice it to say, I'm inv-"

I cut him off with a shotgun round intohis face.

Comet was caught off guard and the sudden force actually knocked him over. Ijumped over him and landed in a roll coming up with mydropped Glocks. I slammeda clip into the empty one and began firing teflon coated armor piercing rounds at him.

Cometstarted to rise, his face twisted into a snarl. In his hands he held two rocks, which he hurled at me. I grinned at the oppurtunity and raised my buckler.

My buckler deflected one of the rocks, but the other nailed me in the chest. Luckily my deflected rock sailed back at Comet, knocking him flat once more. I took the oppurtunity to regenerate my ribs and load up my Glocks with more ammunition.

By this time Starfire was finishing her battle with Burstfire. She whipped out her comlink.

"Friends I have discovered an adversary, but he has escaped. Has anyone else made any discoveries."

Robin responded "Yeah, some Joker who called himselfIceknight. I took care of him and am heading back to the bank."

"Cyborg here, me and Rae got a giant robot guy named Golem. We'll meet at the bank."

BeastBoy failed to respond, as he was still unconscious.

I heard the entire conversation over my communicator and was concerned when BeastBoy made no response.

"Vortucal, Harra'k, find BeastBoy."

My cats had been staying out of danger and out of sight until they were called. They meowed in response and sped off. I turned my attention back to the recovered Comet.

"Damn, only Illusia got a kill on you punks. Your better than I expected." He grinned again "Sounds like your friends will be showing up here soon. Better mop you up before they arrive."

I snorted and started shooting again. These were like the last bullets, except better. They had a depleted uranium core that was compressed. Each bullet is very dense, and as a result when fired at high velocities they could punch through a two foot thick brick wall.

These did the trick as Comet started screaming in pain as the bullets dug into his skin. When I was done he was covered in a large number of tiny blood spots. Each no worse than anail going half an inch into his skin. He looked mad.

Comet came at me full bore. I easily dodged his swings, occasionally reaching in and giving him a love tap on the face, trying in vain to hurt him.

Comet clasped his hands together and struck the ground, shattering the pavement I was standing on. My footing was now compromised and uneven. While he was crouched Comet grabbed onto my foot and held me upside down. I panicked and grabbed my Glock.

I fumbled with the gun. I aimed it at his head and fired. He didn't even twitch. Comet grinned and said "You should be flattered. I raised my weight up to twenty tons just for you, so no more of those bullets. He reared back and punched at my gut.

The next thing I knew was the most terrible, mind numbing, soul shattering pain of my life. In my life I have been cut, stabbed, shot, bludgeoned, whipped, amputated and ripped. None of my previous experiences compared to this pain.

Comet dropped me to the ground with a sickening slap onto the cold ground. I reached down and felt the meat that was lefto of my gut.

The punch had so much power behind it that it had torn a hole through me. The flesh wasn't cut or stabbed through, it was torn.

My body instinctively began to regenerate. Clotting the blood to avoid bleeding to death and regenerating my spines so parts of me could move. Within moments I staggered to my feet, but just barely.

Comet seemed pleased, he then began to speak.

I wasn'tlistening. I was channeling power into my claw, all the power I had available. I held back just enough so that I could regenerate and not die. My claw practically glowed.

Comet stopped his speech and gazed quizzically at me.

I raised my claw, and swung in a horizontal swipe. From my blades five arcs of blue energy flew forth and impacted the man in front of me. Comet raised his arms into a block, and began to slide across the ground.

I smiled and sat down.

Comet continued to be pushed back, but his speed was decreasing more and more. After a few seconds he stopped, and started pushing back.

I was stunned.

Comet continued pushing, driving the energy back. He flashed his jackal grin and swung his arms out, canceling the energy all together.

In less than a minute he had defeated my best attack.

I have only performed that technique twelve times, counting the latest one. Each time my opponent has either died or just plainly been beaten. It was out of desperation I performed that attack, and it had failed. I was left with nothing.

It's a curious feeling knowing that your best isn't good enough. It's a combination of dissapointment, regret, and an odd sense of accomplishment. Like you know that things couldn't have turned out better no matter what you did.

All these thoughts swirled in my head as I gazed at Comet. The man was grinning. While my attack hadn't beaten him, it had definetly hurt him. Blood poured out of deep cuts in his arms. I saw the white of bone momentarily, yet it seemed Comet felt no pain.

I assumed a defensive stance. Comet never stopped grinning.

From Comet's side a number of attacks converged on his form. A stream of green power, a burst of blue light, a claw of obsidian, and a handful of small globes. The force of the converged assault was enough to send even Comet flying.

I turned and saw my companions around me, in various states of disrepair. Cyborg looked like he could fall apart at any second. Robin looked like he had been laying in a freezer for a few hours. Starfire was disheveled and windburned. And Raven, well Raven looked just fine. Despite their injuries they were all grim faced and battle ready.

Comet staggered up and took stock of his current situation. Things didn't look good, but that never stopped him before.

Comet rushed at the five, and leapt up. He came down heavily onto Cyborg, smashing the metal man into the ground. Robin struck at him with his staff and was met with a jarring impact that sent vibrations along his weapon. Comet grinned and bitch slapped him into the air.

No sooner than he struck Robin was he encased in black power, and Raven grunted at the sudden strain of trying to lift the man. Starfire swooped down and grabbed him under the armpits, adding her own considerable strength to the lift. To their credit they lifted him about four inches.

Comet rapidly adjusted his weight, making himself about as heavy as a normal man. Starfire and Raven were still using quite a bit of force trying to lift him, so Comet shot away like a rocket. Everyone gasped.

Within seconds Comet was little more than a memory and a distant speck on the horizon.

Three hours later Robin, Raven, and Starfire had found where Comet had landed.

He had burrowed a hundred foot long, five feet deep trench in the middle of the woods, thirty miles away.

There was no sign of blood or anything, so the man had survived unscathed.

Cyborg, BeastBoy, and myself were recovering in the tower.

All of us were currently in the lounge of the tower. BeastBoy's injuries were not that bad. All he had wasa bad knock on the head and a few bruises. Cyborg needed repair, but most of his injuries were to his armor and not to anything vital so he was mostly fine.

As for me, well for me it would be yet another long night of regeneration. Might as well do it here than in a hospital bed.I was sitting on a towel, sipping aprotein shake.

I flipped through some of the channels on the main TV. BeastBoy barraged me with questions.

"Dude, how did you survive a hole in your gut! A big one!"

"Clean living"

"C'mon, be serious! That doesn't seem possible."

"Why are you complaining? I'm alive aren't I, isn't that enough?"

"Well yeah, I just want to know more is all."

"Fine, I'm fueled by the souls of the damned."

"C'mon, stop teasing me!"

"Who's teasing?"

BeastBoy looked aghast, I looked serious and angry.

I grinned.

BeastBoy fumed "Duuude! Not funny!"

I laughed "I really had you going didn't I? Ha ha, souls of the damned, hee hee hee"

BeastBoy looked upset.

The screen flickered and the image of our fearless leader was projected onto the screen. "I have something to report"

Cyborg sipped from a soda can "Yeah, well spit it out"

"A note, buried under some dirt near the end of the trench. It says: Dear Teen Titans, Well played defeating my cohorts. You proved yourselves far more capable than I once believed possible. Take care, as we will be meeting again soon. Signed, Jeremiah Comet of the Broken Moon Crime Organisation"

Cyborg raised a human eyebrow "Broken Moon Crime Organisation? What's that?"

"I don't know, do as much research as you can on it. We'll stay out here and do more searching."

"Allright, be careful Robin." And at that Robin clicked off the monitor.

Robin turned off his communicator and sighed. He read the next part of the note.

"P.S. To Reaver, playing hero isn't going to erase past sins. When you wise up and realize what side you really belong on, we'll be waiting for you.