I charge out of the elevator like a rhino on the Savannah. I've never felt so wired in my life. This shit's got me running like a goddamn Ferrari on rocket fuel. To be honest, it actually feels kinda nice. I'm sprinting through the streets of Jump City in a hospital gown like a madman. Nothing to see here. Nothing, I guess, but the view of my green ass from the back of the gown. I hear the cell phone going off in one of my shoes. It's mine. I barely miss a step as I pick it up.

"BB?" Aqualad's voice came over the phone.

"Yep." Logan replied.

"Okay, I'm finally back at the Tower," Lad said. "Fucking taxi service in Steel City's gotta be working for Osama. Anyway, did you get the epinephrine?"

"Got it."

"Did you take it?"

"Took it."

"You took the whole thing, didn't you?"

"Yep."

Aqualad let out a sigh. "BB, I said a fifth of a syringe," he said, dejectedly. "That shit's gonna kill you."

"Right," Logan quipped.

"Your chest's on fire?" Lad asked.

"Check."

"But you're cold?"

"Check."

"And you've got a steel hard-on?"

"Let me check." Logan glanced down quickly. "Check."

"Well, that's the stimulation of your blood vessels," Lad said, sighing again. "Your urinary sphincter's tight as a knot right now. You couldn't piss to save your life."

"Urinary sphincter? Check!"

"Look man, you need to bring yourself back down now," Aqualad said as he reached the top of the tower. "Get yourself some Vicodin or something. You still at the hospital?"

"Nope," Logan said.

"Damn, well there goes that idea," the Titan said, shaking his head. "Look, that stuff will wear off of you in about half an hour – provided it doesn't kill you first."

"Right."

"Hey, BB?"

"Yea?"

"You're one of the best friends I've ever had," Lad said, smiling sadly. "It's been nice knowing you."

"Late."

As I hung up the phone, something catches my eye. Slowing down, I notice the local news is running a special report. Don't need more than one guess to figure out who they're talking about. Hell, might as well listen in…

"And in other news, Jump City has been the scene of a series of violent acts that have left at least twenty people dead and caused more than $3 million in damages. Police are on the lookout for the individual believed to be responsible for these actions. Eyewitnesses reports at this time claim that the culprit looks similar to Beast Boy, a member of the teenaged superhero group the Teen Titans. Speaking of the Titans, many are wondering where these heroes are in their city's time of need…"

Where, indeed. Looks like I'm not the only guy looking for then after all. Too bad every cop in the city's currently looking for me. Well, you gotta roll with the punches…

Suddenly, I'm aware of the guy standing next to me. He's just seen the police sketch artist's rendition of the madman terrorizing the city. Now he's staring at me. Well, now he's starting down at my cock, which is now projecting inside the hospital gown kinda like a teepee. Wow, this shit really works. Don't think I've ever seen it that big. Gotta keep this in mind when I'm ready to starting scouting the bars...if I live that long.

I hear the sound of a motorcycle behind me. I take a look. Bike cop's sitting at the red light. Hmm, left my mode of transportation back at the hospital. Looks like it was time for the citizen to requisition a vehicle from a police officer.

I seek up quietly behind him. People sitting in the cars behind the cop don't even seem to care. They're just waiting to see what I'm gonna do next. Shit, with people like this in the city, no wonder the Titans were busy all the time. I reach for the gun. If I can disarm him, this will be a little easier. Bingo…

The officer snapped his head to the right as Logan pulled the gun from the holster.

"Hey, buddy, drop that right now!" he said, getting off the motorcycle and leaving it on its' kickstand.

"Oh, you want this?" the Titan said, dangling the gun in front of his own face. "You really want this?"

"Give that back!" The officer reached for the gun, but the green man just pulled it away.

"Here pal, go FETCH!" Logan said, tossing the gun across the street. As the officer headed off to retrieve it, he hopped on the bike. Giving a little salute to the stunned cop, Logan sped off down the road.

That went well. Still no word from Mento. Didn't want to have to do this, but I'm gonna have to head over to Donna's place and get her to locate Blood for me. I'm running out of leads quick…

Shit. Looks like I'm running out of other things as well. The epinephrine is starting to lose its' punch. Gotta do something to get that thrill back.

Quickly, I rev the bike up, and I hop on top of the seat. I close my eyes and let the feeling overwhelm me. The wind blows through my hair and my gown. Nothing really like it in the world. Hmm, maybe I should have taken Robin's motorcycle instead. Cy's not gonna like it when I tell him about the Cy-Car…

My eyes spring back open. Sidewalk café dead ahead. No time to take action. Probably should have kept my damn eyes open. The front wheel's just feet from the curb. Oh shit. This is not going to be pleasant…