Waking up with sweat jumping off his face as Jake shoot up, "What the hell was that?" he panted trying to catch his breath.

Concerting on his dream, there was Blood saying something, but Jake couldn't make out the words. Slade and Blood were standing in front of some kind of portal. A flash of the city in rumbles, the flames from hell itself fighting to get free of the underworld.

Now Cyborg, Starfire, Terra, Beast Boy, and Jinx frozen in stone. Robin was lying face down in a pool of his own drying blood. Raven with strange symbols covering her arms fighting a giant red demon. Nothing. Then an ear piercing scream, that's when Jake woke up.

Sitting in silence, allow his nerves to relax, he stared at the clock on the end table. Four in the morning. Only two hours of sleep, no way he can sleep now. Getting up, he put on a pair of jeans then walked out of his room.

The hallway lights were dim not to blind anyone if they got up in the middle of the evening.

Heading to the rec room, "Something to drink should calm my nerves," he mumbled.

Reaching the kitchen, there wasn't even a whisper of a sound as he retrieved a small glass.

"Now, what do they have to drink around here?" he grumbled opening the fridge, "Juice, milk, soy milk, mustard," shaking his head, "and soda."

Sighing after that dream, he needed something a bit stronger. After a little search, he found a few things to use to make something worthy. Grabbing a glass, he filled it about half way with water.

Taking the few ingredients then placing it into, he rattled, "Tea, coffee, sugar, and a couple of other things."

Taking a handful of flour tossing it onto the counter, he draw a transmutation circle placing the glass in the center of his flour transmutation circle. Closing his eyes, he placed his hand on the circle. A moment of a few sounds coming from the glass, he opened his eye. Lifting up his hand revealing the liquid had changed.

Sipping the mixture, "Perfect," cleaning his mess up.

Walking over to the game station, he studied the library of games. Racing, racing, racing, fighting.

Looking at the cover of wrestling robots, "Try again," thinking to himself about five minutes of finding nothing that suited his interest, "You know, I miss playing that X-men Legends. I had back home," shrugging.

Maybe so fresh air would do him some good.

Rubbing his forehead, he saw his gloveless hands. Shifting his eyes, he noticed Susan. There was Alice and someone hiding from his eyes.

"How was the funeral?" he asked.

"Beautiful," said Alice.

Susan bit her lip.

"Could bring up the SOP about protecting loved ones even though it's a waste of paper and time?"

"Thanks," shifting to let his legs dangle over the edge of the bed, "I like to be left alone."

Susan held his hand while fighting the tears. She rushed out of the room. Alice closed the door behind her. Rath's eyes rested on the hiding figure. It was like witnessing a five year old trying to avoid punishment by delaying facing their parents.

"Come here," still hiding, "Come here!"

With her head down, she walked towards him like a guilty child. Her thumb of her right hand rubbed the index finger of her left hand.

Grapping both of her hands, he got her drop to her knees.

"I'm…I'm…sorry," wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I know," holding her.

"I never meant…"

"They drugged you. Simulated you. Used alcohol to delay your recovering."

"Still."

Tears flowed when was the last time she cried.

"Did you get that bastard, Jamin?"

"Yes. Need you to stay here to watch over Susan and Los Zappatos."

"You're planning on humbling someone."

"Yes."

"Make Wheeler piss his pants."

Getting up, it was pretty cold, however it didn't bother him. When one travel through the seven levels of hell and traverse the North Pole in ones boxers, hot and cold doesn't affect such of person. Taking another sip of his drink.

"I thought I was the only one up this early."

Turning his head to see Raven standing there with her head tilted to one side, "Bad dream," shrugging, "Needed to get something to calm my nerve before I could crash again," coming up next to him causing him to stare at the black ocean in front of him, "What about you, when I woke up, the clock read four. I didn't think anyone got up before six, and that's just when Robin trains."

Shrugging, "I enjoy coming up here sometimes to see the sunrise. What are you drinking?"

Still looking forward, "Whiskey."

Nodding, "I was wondering what you were making. I'm surprised you used that alchemy. And to think, you made it out of coffee, my TEA," making him for using her tea, "and tofu."

Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, "What do you mean you were wondering what I was doing?"

Smiling, "I stood there watching you layout the flour, cast that spell, and grumble something about X-men Legends back home."

Pushing his eyebrow over my headline, "I'm surprised you," he laughed, "Didn't say anything."

"I did, but I don't think you heard me."

Could she see him blushing in the dark?

"Where are you from, you never told anyone?"

Another sip, "Cause I don't like talking about it."

"Is that because of something bad happen?" she asked causing him to nod an acknowledgement which caused her to look a bit taken back, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. The last person I did tell ended up killing what was left of my family."

Taking a last swig of his drink, "At least it was somewhat healthy, I'll talk to you later, angel," walking towards the elevator.

"Are you going back to bed?"

"Yea," turning back to her with a smile, "I'm no good on two hours worth of sleep."

A single light in this room of darkness laid a rectangle conference table. At one end of the table are the Triplets Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos at least that's the name they use. On their left, Abraham Wheeler. Across from Wheeler, Nigel Powers. Their eyes on the empty chair at the other end.

"She knows the rules," said Wheeler.

"She does," replied Nigel tapping his papers against the table top.

"Any old business," said Atropos or was it Lachesis.

"Where's Nighthawk?" Rath.

"Strange. Not on the list."

Placing the katana blade under Wheeler's chin, "Where's Nighthawk?"

"Odds are," said Clotho.

"He's off," remarked Lachesis.

"This planet," replied Atropos.

"Extensively," remarked Clotho.

"Out of your reach," commented Lachesis.

"He's been exiled," replied Atropos.

"After selling the Knights out," Rath.

"If you prima donna…" said Wheeler.

Pressing the blade closer, "Your prima donnas do well as prison brides," Rath.

Nauseating scent of burning tobacco meant Victoria arrived.

Puffing on her cigarette, "Killing him only makes thing worse," said Victoria.

Turning his wrist, the sharp edge of the katana went to flat side of the katana.

Bringing the flat edge of katana against Wheeler's skull, "I," slap, "can't," slap, "kill," slap, "you," slap, "I," slap, "will," slap, "remind," slap, "you" slap, "of," slap, "pain."

Each slap against Wheeler's face caused the council members to wince.

Flicking the ash from her cigarette, "Rath, you're suspended. Turn in your assignments to Alice."

Staring at Wheeler's bruised face then Victoria, Rath left.

"If he had told us…" commented Nigel.

"They should've been died already," sitting at her end of the table, "Any old business?"

Four hours of sleep got interrupted by the sound of the alert from the door.

"What do you want?" yelled Jake.

"Dude, mail call," from the speaker, "You got something."

Dragging himself out of bed then towards the door which he managed to open. Standing there was Beast Boy with an envelope in his hand which Jake took.

"Dude, why you still in bed, you missed training and breakfast?"

"Bad nights sleep," he replied even though his bottom lip was numb, "Thanks for giving me the letter."

Nodding, he walked away.

Closing the door, "Not more orders, I hope," he mumbled for his ears.

Studying the envelope, wasn't the normal envelope that orders did come in. Tearing it open, he pulled out the note. Written by a woman' and it read:

Jake, you maybe in danger. I can't tell you in this letter because of the possibility it slipping in the wrong hands. Meet me at six tonight at Brawlers Bar on the east side of jump city. Come alone.

"So much for tonight, I'll be lucky if I make it to the bar alive."

Arriving five minutes early, he got lucky with the excise of the meeting a contact for information on a demon. There was some truth . The reason Jake had came to Jump City was to hunt Raven. She was a like for a powerful demon to come to this world. Jake was in Jump City a lot longer then what he told the Titans watching Raven from a distance. True, she used her powers to hurt people, but she never killed or enjoyed fighting. Jake had a feeling that this had to do about her.

Stepping inside the poorly light bar even with the afternoon sun coming through the windows, it took a moment for Jake's eyes to adjust. Looking around then he saw her sitting in a corner with her hand coming up from under the table. From where he stood, he could see she was nervous. Giving her a slight nod, he headed towards the bar. Showing his ID, he got a glass and bottle of whiskey and walked over to her.

"Nice to see you again, Jill," he said studying the red hair wearing her own jeans and tank top under her trench coat.

He glimpsed at of her 9mm glock in her cross draw holster. Looking in her eyes told a different story. Normally calm, something was really troubling her to make her this nervous. No, she was scared out of her mind. His nose detected burnt garbage digging at a past memory.

"Hurry up and sit down," snapping his mind back to the present situation, "We don't have long," she said emptying a shot glass that she placed beside five empty shot glasses.

Sitting down, he poured himself a drink.

"So, what's going on that you couldn't tell me in the letter."

Looking around a bit, she leaned forward towards him.

"You need to finish the job or pull out."

His eyebrow went up like Spock.

"You know I never pull out of a job and as for finishing it, I don't have enough information to work with."

Sighing, "I know, but you need to, things are worse then you were told."

"How so?"

"Remember that demon you captured when you first arrived here?"

Nodding, "It was like a class 39, just a class above the lowest."

"I was there during the entire interrogation. The demon was scouting Raven, your target. Through him, we learned the Trigon was going to use her as a puppet to…"

"Come to this world, I know that and took out the curse that he would of used to control her."

Shaking her head, "That was only part of it. The curse was there so that she would act freely to bring him here, and it can still happen."

"What do you know?"

"I don't know how, but as long as she is still alive, Trigon can still be brought here. But that's not the worst of it."

"What could be worse?" I asked.

Another look around.

"The organization maybe disbanded and the hunters will become the hunted. I don't know who, but someone is blaming us for a lot of high political assassinations and hacking. Some sectors have already put out warrants for our members. We've already lost Markson and Jacobs."

"Do you think it's a set up?"

Shrugging, "I don't know what to think, all I know is it isn't safe anymore. If you don't have a safe house set up that hidden from all eyes, set it up. You should also pull out as much money out of your account as you can. If warrants are issued, your account will lock up and you are stuck without money."

Nodding, "Thanks for the info, who else knows?"

"Hank and Burns for a fact. You are the last one. I tell anyone else, and we could have problems a lot faster."

If too many hunters went into hiding at once, the warrants could be issued for the remaining hunters. Jake knew since the Hank and Burns were working on high priority cases they needed to know.

Finishing his drink, "Thanks for the info, the whiskey's on me. Have some to calm down then disappear. The more hunters we have in hiding the better."

She nodded as he left. Picking her sixth shot, she split it out. There was ash in her drink.

"This could've been avoided if Rath didn't lose the Raven contract," brought her attention onto a pair of pink eyes staring at her over thin rimmed glasses.

Stopping at a local bank, Jake withdrew a half a million in cash. If she was right and she was always right, he would need it. Walking past a window display of outdated television sets, a special report came on. Stopping to watch, he hoped it was about the Titans being in a fight.

A female wearing a red suit appeared on the screen, "Good evening, I am Wanda Gonzalez with a late breaking report," displaying an photo of wanted criminal, "This man is wanted in the connection of an unknown number of political assassinations. Though his name is unknown, he is armed and extremely dangerous. If you see him, please call emergency services as soon as possible."

Studying the photo, "Yep, that's me. Jill must have been followed and didn't even know."

Looking around, must've been late for there was no a soul around. Walking the rest of the way back to his bike, he kept an eye on every shadow. Reaching his Harley, he did an ammo check. Six clips of .45. Ten shotgun shells. Not good. He needed weapons and ammo and the only place that had then was Titans Tower. Breaking into Titans Tower was something only criminals did while not realizing staring from a rooftop was the familiar figure of a purple ninja.

Standing over the kneeling man with his hands tied behind his back which were secured to the collar around his neck, "Like to beg, George?" taunted the man with the sword blade resting on his shoulder.

""I don't beg to traitors, Kenaz?"

"Traitor? Just jealous because I'll live and you'll die."

"If you were a real demon knight, you would fight me without the help from the HDC."

"Wake up, old man. This is a brand new world those arcane beliefs are as extinct as the dinosaurs,"

"Those arcane beliefs are as powerful as those who believe in them."

"Well," holding the sword over his head, "love to continue this philosophical discussion, but time to take your head, but don't worry this will be brought up to Washington," bringing the blade onto George's neck.