Hello everybody! I know it's been awhile, but I've been planning a lot for this story. Plus, with the holidays and semester exams, it was difficult to get anything done! Plus, my computer's screen had a seizure and now I'm borrowing one from my school, but it seems to like zooming in and out randomly and changing text settings and closing out randomly. As I type this the computer is doing it right now and I'm ready to punch the screen in the face as it changes this from bold to italic and centers it, WITHOUT ME TOUCHING THE MOUSE! Also, it's a little late because my network has been acting weird with me, so I wasn't able to get on the internet for about a week. So if they're any errors, forgive me, it's because the computer is screwing up. But again, thanks to all those who have been so patient, again I apologize for being late, but it's here now! Please enjoy.

Chapter 9: Why Does Nothing Ever Go According to Plan?

"Guys? Guys? Why won't you answer?" Then a bright, brilliant light, the pain. Didn't even see that robot sneak up on me. Who knew Tasers could hurt so much?

Spencer groaned and struggled to lift himself up. His shoulders cracked and his back popped at the loosening of his joints. He slowly opened his eyes and struggled to focus. He was in a room. Scratch that, in a container within a room. He groaned and grabbed his head. He had a splitting headache as he tried to remember what happened. Communications fell, robots, oh yeah. He took a look at his surroundings. In the middle of the room was a large machine that had tubes running from the ceiling to separate containers. He followed the tubes to their respective containers and sucked in a large gasp of air. Two containers down from him was his mother.

Spencer quickly tried to get up, but let out a yelp at the sudden shock of pain hit him. He grabbed at his back where the Taser hit. He could still feel the metal prods sinking deep in his skin and releasing a large volt of electricity surging through his body. He leaned himself against the cool glass and let himself sink down more comfortably. He looked back at his mother and at the other containers. He saw Nightwing, leaning heavily against the glass, his breathes strained; he was nursing his hand, dark, dried blood had begun to crust across his knuckles. Starfire was still going strong, firing her laser eyes at the container and punching it with her mighty fists, her warrior screams getting weaker with each passing punch. Cyborg was fiddling with his sonic cannon, he knew that if Starfire couldn't break out, he might as well find a different solution that pure force. Spencer looked at his mother, her eyes were closed and she was meditating, he could see her mouth her familiar chant, building energy for her next attempt. The container next to her had a blonde haired woman he was not familiar with, he couldn't see her face, she had buried her head between her knees and it looked like she was crying. He saw what he guessed was his dad, except, less green. It seemed that he had taken the worst of whatever was going on. He looked to his left and right to see his own team, Levitate, Nightfire, and Telly all unconscious. He groaned. How could this have happened?

Rooftops of Paris. 3:00 AM

Levitate ran across the rooftops, his feet seemed to fly as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop of the city of lights. He saw another spasm between two building and he sprinted forward, at the edge of the building he pushed off and soared across the gap. He landed smoothly and softly and continued his running. He looked at his comm: 3 AM. Why were they starting this operation when everyone was so damn tired? He yawned, oh well, he would have to look at the benefits. Slade could possibly be sleeping, right? He looked forward to the next building and saw four distinct figures. He jumped over and landed smoothly next to Telly, his face showing no emotion. Hey, he was entitled to show off wasn't he? If Spencer saw the little act, he didn't make move to notice.

"OK, guys, listen up. Slade's compound is just a mile north of us and 100 yards below. Remember the plan and only improvise when you have no other choice. OK? Go." Spencer back-flipped off the building and into the shadows. Levitate huffed, yeah, Spencer noticed. Following suit, Levitate took control of a two tiles and stood on them, racing toward the destination point. Soon the entire team arrived. Tech Girl ran forward and set her duffle bag down. Reaching in, she grabbed a laptop and a box full of equipment and another box of her camera bugs. She took out the remote and smiled.

"OK, let's see what my babies can do." She pressed the button and the box began to rattle. Five bugs leaped out of it and Tech Girl turned to her computer. She began typing in a few commands and the screen came to life, five video feeds appeared on her screen. The bugs moved forward and into a box Spencer was holding. Spencer saluted to the team and disappeared with the box.

The team looked at the screen. All five cameras were blank. Then suddenly, a white light flashed in the cameras as light filled the frame. Spencer's face then filled the screen and he mouthed I'm in. he then disappeared in a flash.

"Part 1 complete." The team jumped at the sound of his voice. They turned around to see Spencer smirking, arms crossed.

"Thank you oh fearless leader. We couldn't have done that without you." Nightfire said. The sarcasm dripped from her voice. Spencer frowned and mimicked her voice, his hand acting like her mouth.

"Oh thank you so very much blah blah blah nobody asked you." He said in a high-pitched voice, trying to match Nightfire's own.

Nightfire laughed and covered her mouth with her hand to stop the giggling. Spencer smiled.

"OK, let's get going." He said. "Telly, do you have a good visual on where you want to go?" he looked at the teleporter, her eyes were glued to the computer screen as she searched for the ideal spot.

"There" she pointed at one of the cameras. "Spencer and I will go there and unlock the ventilation shaft for you guys." Spencer walked over and nodded.

"OK, let's get going." He said, and disappeared along with Telly. The other three closed in onto the sight of the computer screen, watching for the two to pop up. Their vision lit up as they saw two pairs of feet running across the hallway which they recognized as both Telly's and Spencer's. Tech Girl's hands masterfully controlled the camera bugs to keep an eye out for enemies. She spoke in the comm.

"OK Spencer, now that you're in, you need to go down the hallway and take the first left you see." He brought the comm away from her mouth as she listened for the cackle reply.

"Roger that Techie. Spencer Out." And with a cackle and a click, the comm went out. Tech Girl leaned in closer to her screen, watching for any indication of her comrade. She watched the poor quality security feeds as Spencer and Telly entered into its view, creeping slowly forward, watching for any enemies. On screen 2 a security bot was seen marching, doing it's rounds, heading straight toward the two heroes. Tech Girl brought the comm to her mouth and spoke quickly and hurriedly.

"Spencer, Telly! Security Bot coming your way! Hallway to your right! Move!" she said.

Spencer turned around to see the bot slowly start to round the corner. Quickly, he grabbed Telly and the two disappeared into the shadows.

It was dark in the Shadow World, but Spencer was used to it. He had grabbed Telly quickly and now she was gripping tightly to him. He could feel her warm breath against his chest as she gripped tighter around him. He couldn't blame her, they were in one messed up place. Everything stretched and dark, constantly moving, it was no wonder why she was frightened. He looked up at the "ceiling," watching for the bot to pass over them. The dark shadow of it, stretched and contorted, moved slowly over them. It seemed like forever until it rounded a corner and away. Spencer let out a long sigh of relief; he hadn't even realized that he was holding his breath. Gently, he held on to Telly and slowly ascended back into the real world. Slowly, he released his hold on Telly and moved toward the vent. He looked to Telly and she nodded, teleporting inside of it. Spencer stayed in the hallway to keep watch.

Telly moved through the vent carefully, crawling in the dusty, enclosed space of the vent. It was hot and she began to sweat. She could feel the salty drips slide from her hair into her mouth. She was breathing heavily, worn, tired. The trek up the vent was longer than she had originally thought. Finally, she began to slits of light, coming from the end. She smiled and humped a sigh of relief. She crawled faster toward the end. She reached the grate and peered through it. She could see the three figures of her friends and she smiled triumphantly. Quickly, but carefully, she unscrewed the bolts from the inside and pushed against the grate. It fell with a loud clatter and she cringed. Quickly, she crawled out of the vent in front of her friends.

The three other heroes stared at Telly for a moment. She was an utter mess. She was drenched in sweat and she felt grimy and gross. She gently pulled a strand of her hair away from her face and smiled to the group.

"Well, let's get too it." She said and entered the vent. Nightfire and Levitate looked at each other and shrugged as they entered the vent. Tech Girl made move to follow when Spencer suddenly appeared in front of her. She yelped and fell to the ground. Spencer shook his head.

"You, have to stay here." he said.

Tech Girl snarled. Why did she have to stay behind when the others saved the parents? She put on her best pout face and stared Spencer straight in the eye. If it worked with her dad, than why not him?

"I'm coming too." She crossed her arms and stomped her feet. Spencer rolled his eyes, sometimes Tech Girl could be so stubborn.

"Actually, you're staying here." With a flick of his wrist, Spencer summoned shadows from the ground to reach up and attached to Tech Girl's ankles.

She screamed as the dark tentacles reached up and gripped her ankles tightly with their viselike grips. She tried to pull free but the dark cuffs weren't going to budge anytime soon. She looked at Spencer and sneered at his smug smirk.

"I hate you." She said. Spencer laughed and waved off a salute, and vanished into the vent. Tech Girl looked back down at the shadow cuffs and pulled with all her might to try and escape; she only accomplished to fall on her ass. "Damn powers."

"Damn! Why do all these hallways look the same!" Levitate whispered. Spencer looked around his surroundings; Levitate was right. He could've sworn he'd been down this hallway before.

"OK team, let's split up. Call in if you find anything. Obviously we aren't covering any ground. Alright? Move out." The team moved off in different directions with the hope of finding something new.

Spencer listened to the silent sound of his shoes, clopping on the hard, tile floor and the steady sound of his heart beating. He had been separated from the group for about 10 minutes now and he was getting nowhere. Maybe it was time to call in the guys?

Spencer pulled out his communicator and pressed the button.

"Hello? Spencer calling Nightfire. Calling in Nightfire. Do you read me?" He moved the communicator back from his lips to listen in. Static responded. "Nightfire? Nightfire are you there? Come in Nightfire." Again, static filled the void. Spencer brought the communicator away from his lips and pressed another button.

"Levitate, this is Spencer. Nightfire won't answer her comm, Levitate are you there? Levitate?" Static responded to him defiantly. Spencer growled and threw his comm unit to the ground. "Where the f-"

"Now, now, Spencer, we wouldn't want you to use that kind of language around your own parents now would we?" Spencer's back straightened up and his blood ran cold at the sound of the sinister, mechanical voice. Slowly turning, Slade appeared out from the dark hallway, arms behind his back, looking maniacally. Slowly, the loud sound of creaking was heard as robots began to emerge from the shadows, surrounding Spencer.

Spencer looked around at his enemies, he put his fists down. He knew when he defeated. Then, he felt a large jolt of electricity spread through his body. The last image he saw was Slade triumphantly standing over him and then, darkness.

Spencer recounted the events coolly and casually through his head, painstakingly trying to piece where everything went wrong. He sat against the cold cylindrical glass as he tried to devise an escape plan. He heard the distinct clicking of metal hitting metal that he recognized as Slade's walk. The metallic armored man arrived at Spencer's prison, leaning his face near the glass as if inspecting a small animal.

"So Spencer, you've finally fallen for my trap. For a second I would've thought that you were actually smarter than our dear friend Nightwing." He looked over at the exhausted hero across the room, breathing heavily as he leaned against the hard glass. Nightwing looked terrible, Spencer didn't know how much longer he could hold out. Slade returned his attention to Spencer, his one eye staring coldly at him.

"So what's next Spencer? Are you going to try and escape? Use your powers and feed me machine? Perhaps you want to hear my 'evil scheme' right?" Slade couldn't hide the excitement in his voice, though mechanical and calm usually, it did now seem that Slade was actually human underneath that suit. The question was, how to manipulate it.

Spencer propped his back more against the glass and scrunched his face up as he stretched trying to get in an upright sitting position. He made a big spectacle of the strain in his face, scrunching it inward and shutting his eyes tight, until he felt a satisfying 'pop' come from his spine. Instantly he relaxed as the euphoria set in that came when he cracked his back, or any of his bones. He smacked his mouth a little, as he usually did in the morning when he awoke from a restful sleep. He looked lazily up at the villains face and blinked a couple of times, scratching his stomach like his dad did when he was "lazy thinking." At last, he spoke to the robotic man.

"I'm sorry, did you say something sport? I kinda dozed off after the part on my intelligence." Spencer secretly smiled in his head. He wanted to get Slade as angry as possible for as long as possible. Slade didn't say a word as he stared at Spencer. Spencer didn't let his cocky smirk drop; he had to let Slade think that Spencer was going to beat him. The only way to defeat an unbeatable foe was to make him think he could be defeated.

If Slade was irritated by this, he made no indication. Instead, he calmly continued to stare at Spencer silently as he pulled out a small remote. Upon pressing a button on the remote, Spencer could see the machine begin to start up. Above him, the top of the cylinder was rotating quickly, making a humming sound as it began it's deed. Spencer raised an eyebrow at the contraption. Now what could this possibly do? Lowing his eyes, he finally rested on that of his mother's. She was pushed against the glass as close as she can, as if it could get her closer to helping her child. Now Spencer had cause to be concerned. When you're mother was an all-powerful half-demon and was actually scared, you had reason to fret.

The machine reached its max spinning velocity and Spencer looked back at Slade. The single eye told Spencer… it was over.

"Goodbye… Titan." Slade's thumb pressed the button.

"BOOYAH BITCH!"

"What- OOMPH!" Slade was blasted full on in the face by a large sonic cannon, slamming him against his very own machine. Sparks cackled and flied as the machine overloaded. Spencer turned to his left and put on the biggest grin he ever could. Tech Girl was standing at the doorway, the end of her sonic cannon was smoking from overheating due to the sheer power created. She had a satisfied smirk on her face and she seemed content. The machine was practically exploding on its hinges until, finally, a large fiery ball exploded out the machine. The force of the explosion must have been massive as one by one, the prisoner's containment champers began to crack and break. Exploding shards of glass showered on the heroes, but they were finally free.

Tech Girl strutted towards the group of heroes, swinging her hips in victory as if she was on a fashion runway. "Yeah, screw those dumb shadow cuffs! They can't contain me!"

"YEAH! THAT'S MY LITTLE GIRL!" Cyborg shouted at the top of his big, powerful lungs as he and Sarah ran to embrace their daughter. Spencer smiled as he saw his friends get united with their parents. Nightfire was holding her mother tightly as she cried in her overjoy as Nightwing smiled, though Spencer noticed he was still on guard. He turned to see Levitate, carefully approaching his mom. It was awkward for a few seconds, until they interlocked with each other in their strong embrace, though Spencer felt bad for Telly as she stood quietly by Levitate's side, shifting her feet, as she felt that she didn't quite belong.

"That's the hero we raised." Spencer turned, overjoyed at the sound of his father's voice. He turned and embraced both of his parents in a large bear hug. He was getting teary-eyed at the reunion.

"Mom… Dad… I…" he choked back sobs as he was overjoyed by his parents.

"NOOOOO!" Spencer quickly turned on his heel as the ground shook at the march of Slade's robots. Slade burst out of the wall, rubble flying out at them. Slade looked furious. He extended his arm in a slacking way, leaning forward heavily from the strong hit, though he was only dazed, but he was still formidable.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" Slade pulled another remote out of his suit and pressed the button. Instantly, over a hundred robots appeared from everywhere. The large metal beasts were the strongest in Slade's arsenal, and they meant to hurt.

Spencer and Nightwing looked at each other and smirked.

"Titans Go!"

The battle raged. Levitate stood protectively by Telly and his mother. He threw anything he could wrap his mind around. Smashed robots, boulders, machine parts, anything and everything was fair game for destruction and mayhem. He just hoped it wouldn't last long.

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Spencer fought his way toward Slade. He looked to his left, he could see Nightwing had the same idea, but Spencer knew that the older hero was too weakened to take on Slade one on one. No, Spencer had to get to him first.

Slade fled from the battle. He ran through the hallway towards his escape exit. Some days he had to know when he lost and when he won. Unfortunately, today was a losing day. Though he was pissed off permanently, he held an evil comfort that he would have his revenge.

"Slade!" The villain spun around to see a lone silhouette coming out of the darkness of the hallway. Spencer emerged from darkness of the hallway, hands in his pockets as if he was taking a walk through his old school. His face was stern and he was serious.

"It's over Slade, you've lost. Now come quietly and we'll turn you over to the Justice League. Don't make it harder on yourself." He stopped a couple paces from the villain in the hallway. He looked casual as he faced the villain, almost as if he had just taken a stroll in the park. His eyes were serious and Slade knew that either he had to fight and take the risk of losing, or be taken in to fight another day. But taking one look at the boy's stern face told him that the boy knew he won, and Slade wasn't going to feed that ego.

"Well Spencer, maybe it's time for you to learn… I never get caught." Slade leaped forward and charged at Spencer. The hero stood still, hands still in his pockets as he stared at the villain charging at him. Slade threw the punch and Spencer bent backwards, the fist passing over him, his hands still in his pockets. He returned the attack with a swift kick to Slade's jaw. Time seemed to go in slow-motion as Spencer and Slade's eyes locked with Spencer's foot firmly planted in Slade's face as he carried out the kick. For the first time in his life, Slade felt fear. It was just something about the boy's eyes, the eyes that held the ferocity of an animal and the malice of a demon.

Spencer relished in the adrenaline rush he was getting. He knew he should have his animal sides get the best of him, but the rush he was getting from planting his foot right in Slade's face, was overwhelmingly satisfying. But before he could relish the moment longer, he felt Slade's hard, metallic fist plant itself firmly in HIS face. Spencer spun around and reeled backwards. OK, new plan. Don't get cocky.

Spencer returned to his senses just in time to see another fist heading in his direction. Acting on instinct he ducked, the fist barely missing him. Taking the advantage, Spencer uppercut Slade in the stomach, he smirked at the sound of Slade's pain as he let out a long release of air. Spencer followed with a roundhouse kick to the face. Spencer thought that would've been the perfect opportune moment to make a Chuck Norris joke, but he had more important things at the moment to do.

Screaming, Slade back flipped and kicked Spencer in return. He was angry, and he was going to make Spencer pay. No matter the cost. Secretly, Slade flipped a command in his suit. In his overhead display in his mask, a computer started a countdown. If he goes, they all go.

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Nightfire was shooting as many star bolts as she could. The team was fighting hard, but they were all worn out and tired. But the robots kept coming as the team's strength waned. But they had to keep fighting, they had to stop Slade. She obliterated another robot's head and torso. Come on Spencer, we need you.

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"WHY… DON'T…. YOU…. DIE!" Raven blasted another robot out of the way. She and her husband were back to back as they battled. Garfield leaned backward to whisper in her eye.

"After this I think we could both go for a nice massage if you know what I mean." He wriggled his eyebrows in the weird way he always did. Raven thinly smiled. Garfield's color in his face was returning and he was looking far greener than he did previously. She was happy that she was fighting by her friends again, though she wasn't as pleased that her own son was fighting. But she would talk to him about that later. Spencer. The thought of her son sent worried shivers down Raven's spine, and she felt frightened. She looked around her surroundings; she couldn't find her son anywhere. Now she was pissed.

"I'm going to kill that boy."

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Spencer blocked another of Slade's kicks. He was hoping Slade was getting worn down, but he just kept coming, and the only one suffering was Spencer. OK, new tactic. Spencer grabbed Slade and pulled him down into the Shadow World.

The dark masses, or Shadow Objects as Spencer called them, were flickering and waving at the changes of light from the surface world, but Spencer had more important things to worry about than the change of scenery. He grappled with Slade in the harsh world he saw as his realm. Spencer now had the home field advantage, he and Slade were on even terms.

"YAH!" Slade yelled as he forced Spencer off his body. Spencer rolled across the ground as Slade began to fire multiple mini grappling hooks from his gauntlet, the sharp hooks flew, carrying a thin invisible line with them. If Spencer was stabbed with one of those, he was sure to be screwed.

The first two hooks landed harmlessly as Spencer rolled, both landing with a small piff as they buried into the ground. The other three, though, were far luckier.

Spencer yelped in pain as the hooks buried themselves deep in his skin. Slade yelled with delight as he flew his hand back, pulling Spencer's body toward him as he pulled apart his skin.

Spencer flew towards Slade and was met with Slade's metallic gauntlet in his face. He heard the crack of his nose breaking and felt blood spurt out of his nose as the fist connected. He flew back, the lines of the hooks snapping, but the hooks stayed buried in his skin. He put his hand to his face and felt his nose. He winced at the touch and gritted his teeth. He put his other hand against the ground and concentrated. Slade was in his realm and he could feel Slade's every step. He gathered up his shadow energy in his hands until it encompassed his hands completely. He waited until Slade was only a few steps away, then he let instinct take over.

Turning around at the speed of a cheetah, Spencer grabbed Slade at the throat, his eyes were filled with his animal ferocity. He squeezed Slade's throat tighter and tighter, his shadow powers encompassing around Slade's body. The villain squirmed in Spencer's grip, but he couldn't seem to escape, then he let out a small chuckle.

Spencer raised his eyebrow, apparently Slade had finally gone insane. No matter, it was killing time.

"Fool," Slade croaked out. His voice had gone from suave to raspy as he struggled to breath. "Continue choking me, then you'll never stop the explosion." He started laughing manically, his visible eye rolled back into his helmet. Spencer growled, he was wasting time.

Spencer released Slade from his grip and regained his grip on his human side. He couldn't waste any time. He looked down at Slade. He was holding onto his throat, massaging it to work properly again. Spencer smirked and gave a tiny salute. He was going to leave Slade here.

Slade's eyes widened in realization. He would not be left here for dead. Just as Spencer teleported, Slade leaped forward and barely came in contact with Spencer's pants, but it was enough. He vanished with Spencer, back to the real world.

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The last war bot fell, a giant fist extruded from it's metal chest. Nightwing pulled his fist out of the bot and vigilantly searched for a sign of Slade. He growled in annoyance. Spencer was far too young to be fighting somebody like Slade. Slade was HIS responsibility, not some child's! He wished that both Spencer and Slade would come back quickly so that he could give them a piece of his mind and finish Slade once and for all!

BANG! Nightwing pulled his bird-arang and pulled it at the ready. Spencer and Slade were grappling right in front of him, both throwing punches and kicks at each other. Spencer's hands were glowing with his dark energy and there were massive dents in Slade's armor. As they grappled, Spencer inadvertently pressed a button on Slade's glove. Immediately, Slade's boots shot out a trail of fire and the two opponents flew away from Nightwing and towards the nearest wall. Debris exploded from the wall and both fighters flew upward, screaming in terror at the high velocity they were traveling at. And as quick as they appeared, they were gone.

Nightwing stared at the spot where he last saw the two fighters. He blinked a couple times to test if it all had just happened.

"Shit." He said.

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Spencer streamed upward at high velocity. He could feel the g-force set in as they continued to go faster and faster. He looked at Slade's glove, only about a minute remaining. He closed his eyes and stretched his arm as far as he could, trying to reach the button. He screamed as his fingers inched closer and closer. He looked up, the ceiling was drawing nearer, and the rocket boots were out of control. If he didn't hit the button fast, he would never stop the explosion and he would slam into the wall at high velocity. He would surly die.

He closed his eyes and pressed the button.

The slow, digital timer sound stopped, but it was quickly replaced. Spencer and Slade slammed into the ceiling.

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Nightfire watched in silence as the ceiling debris fell all around her. Tears started to form in her eyes as the rocks seemed to fall in slow-motion. She had just watched her best friend die. She watched as heavy rocks continued to fall.

"AHHHHH!" Nightfire looked to the ceiling, hoping that the scream came from her friend. She watched as a strangely shaped rock fell from the ceiling, her heart leapt in her throat as she began to make out that it wasn't a rock, but a person.

"Spencer!" she cried as the body came crashing to the floor, heavy rocks quickly following, landing directly on top of the body, crushing it. She ran forward and stopped a few steps from the pile of rocks. Out of the pile of rocks and debris a hand was sticking out. A single, metallic hand, crushed and contorted. Nightfire began to cry. It wasn't Spencer. Slade's twisted, broken hand stuck out of the rocks. He was gone. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Tech Girl.

"Nightfire, if Spencer didn't fall like Slade, the odds of him surviving are not looking good. He most likely was obliterated from the explosion and being crushed from rocks. I'm sorry, but my sensors can't pick up anything. He's gone."

Nightfire shook her head sadly. Tears formed in her big green eyes.

"N-no. You're wrong." She spoke softly at first, denying that it could be true. "YOU'RE WRONG!" Her voice cracked at her shout. She sounded broken and gone.

"HE HAS TO BE ALIVE! DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME HE'S DEAD!" She screamed louder, tears streaming from her eyes, as they glowed green from her sheer power. She felt another sudden hand on her shoulder. She turned to see her dad. She began to calm down as he embraced her. Her dad never was one to embrace, so she took him in gladly. She cried in his shoulder. The rocks had stopped falling.

Nightfire's legs felt like jelly. When her dad had let her go, she immediately collapsed to the ground. Nobody said anything about it though as her father picked her up and carried her like he used to when she was a little girl. She held on tightly to him as they walked out of the broken hideout.

Nobody said a word as they left. Raven and Garfield were holding each other close at the loss of their child. They had all lost a mighty friend and colleague. They stood on a hill, overlooking the City of Love known as Paris. Everyone's eyes were red and raw from the crying. None of them said a word as they headed for the Titan Jet. They stopped and took one last look at the city, they had to go home and bury their friend and family member without his body. It was possibly the saddest day of their lives.

Thank you for reading. Epilogue coming soon (and I actually mean it when I say soon this time) Please review. I'm kinda at a loss of what I want to read, so if you have a cool story, please tell me about it, I would love to read it and cure my boredom. Thank you for everyone being so patient for this chapter, I know it took forever.