Kitty's grin grew wide as she watched the forlorn Titan slump to the floor. For her, it was a win she had been waiting for quite some time. Couldn't swoon Robin, couldn't beat Starfire during the Brotherhood's attack on the Titans, but she had taken down the supposed Boogeyman of Jump City with a minimum of fuss. As usual, she was quick to take all the credit.

"YES!" she squealed, jumping up and down in her heels. "I beat Logan! I single-handedly beat Garfield Logan!"

"But, miss…" one of the guards began.

"I..single-handedly..beat..Garfield..Logan," the girl repeated, emphasizing each word. "That's what I'm going to tell Daddy – and if any one of you screws this up for me, I'll see it you'll spend the rest of your life watching seals hump in the ARCTIC!"

The soldiers looked at one another for a moment.

"Sure, we can handle that," one of them said.

"Good," Kitty said, sauntering over to the bar. "Now, somebody get me a drink. I gotta get these shoes off…"

Hmm.

Still here. Normally that wouldn't have been a surprise - especially when you take into account all the shit I'd been through in the past three months. But this was different. I just took three solid shots to the chest from pulse rifles. Shit, even Cyborg would have to take a knee on a play like that. Fuck am I even still breathing…Wait…is that…No fucking way…

Oh, this is gonna be so sweet…

"Daddy is going to be so surprised when he hears that I took out Beast Boy once and for all," Kitten said as she pulled off her other stiletto heel. Much better. "I'll bet he'll give me a brand new Mustang or something cool to drive to show the rest of the world how perfect I really am…"

"You might wanna back track just a bit," a voice emanated from the dimly lit dance floor. Startled, the young girl nearly fell off her stool as Logan stepped out of the shadows, still very-much alive. "Didn't Daddy ever tell you not to count your chickens before they hatch?"

"No," Kitty said curtly. "I didn't grow up on a farm like you, Animal Boy! Besides, you're supposed to be dead!"

"Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated," the Titan said, smirking. "Now, let's talk."

"Fuck that," Kitty said, waving on the five soldiers. "How about I talk, and you BLEED!"

The twisted grin return to the girl's face as the soldiers let loose another round of laser blasts into Logan's torso. This time however, the hero only staggered back a step or two. The club was eerily silent as all the parties in attendance watched the bloody wounds in the hero's chest slowly close back up.

"No fucking way…" Kitty squeaked, her eyes bulging.

Hmm, looks like it wasn't a fluke. Whatever I injected myself with back at the Tower had some kind of healing properties to it. Fuck, this kind of thing reminds me of another man they call Logan – someone who was the best at what he did. Kinda like me. Sorry, boys, but just like the other Logan…what I do isn't very nice, either…

Game on.

One of the soldiers let out a yelp as Logan charged headlong into him. Laser rifles were blasting, but the Titan wasn't going down. In fact, he just seemed to get more pissed with each consecutive wound. With a fury that would have made the Hulk jealous, Logan ripped the rifle from the unlucky soldier's hands and smashed the butt end of it into his face. The skull bones cracked beneath the surface like fine china, driving fragments deep into his brain. Technical knockout.

Kitty sat in awe and horror as Logan turned his rifle against the other four soldiers. Four pulls of the trigger. Four BZZZZ's. Four bodies hitting the floor. Not missing a single shot…priceless.

The job was done. Logan had his bargaining chip. As he turned back to face the girl, she swallowed hard. Maybe she should have stayed home today…

"You know, my daddy's gonna tear you apart when he gets his hands on you!" Kitty shouted as Logan wrapped the tight cord around her body. He had taken it from the DJ equipment. Guy had disappeared into the night the moment the soldiers had opened up. Probably wouldn't be coming back for it anytime soon.

"Better hope I don't regenerate like a starfish, bitch," the Titan said, coldly. "Fucking villains of this city's afraid of one of me. What would it do against an entire army of Logans?"

I finish tying Kitty up to the chair. She might be a vindictive bitch, but she's not exactly Houdini. As for me…well, whatever's happened to me is a mystery. Willing to bet it was some kind of secret concoction Cy was working on. What it does, how long it lasts, will it make me impotent – all questions I'd like to have answered. Especially that last one. All I know right now is that my body's healing factor is on hyperdrive. Once again, I'm infected with some kind of shit that's running rampant through my body. This time, however, this shit seems to be working in my favor. Gonna milk it for all it's worth…

Walking back towards the bar, I find Kitty's purse. I turn it over and dump the contents out on the counter. Makeup, lip gloss, nail polish – standard inventory for the average girl's purse. Looking for something else that's standard…Aha! Kitty's cell. Figure it's time to call Daddy and make a date…Shit, phone's on lockdown. Hate these damn iPhones. Well, guess it's time to play twenty questions…

The young villain scowled at Logan as he knelt down next to her.

"The code for the phone," he said, firmly. "Unlock it…now."

"How would you like me to do that?" she asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "You tied my hands behind my back!"

"Give me the code," the Titan reiterated.

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Not happening," she said, looking away.

Logan narrowed his eyes. "Last chance," he said, grimly. "The code…now."

The girl grinned at him. "Or what?" she asked, teasingly.

Wrong answer…

Kitty shifted uncomfortably as Logan got back to his feet. The look in his eye was one of 'You just fucked up big time'. Slowly, she watched as he looked down at her.

"Your funeral," he echoed her own words back to her.

The girl let out a shriek as the Titan kicked the legs of the chair out from under her, flipping her down onto her back. "FUCK!" she screamed. "What are you…?! Oh no…Please! NO! Don't do that! Anything but that!! NOOOOO!!!"

Kitten lets out a horrific shriek as I start in on her. Her body strains against her bonds, her head slams back on the ground, and her eyes are streaming with tears within seconds, smearing her makeup. God, I'm killing her…well, killing her softly…

Her body shakes in torment as I run my fingers across her bare soles. Aw, looks like the big bad kitty's ticklish. Tough shit. Gave her enough chances to loosen her lips. Now it's my turn. Didn't even wanna have to deal with this girl, but circumstances don't work out the way we all want. I watch as she continues to slam her head on the floor in ticklish agony. She keeps it up she's gonna be brain damaged…well, more than she already is, I guess. I smile to myself as I watch her squirm. Never thought of using this to get the things I want. Hmm, gotta remember this the next time I need something from Raven…or Starfire…

Daddy's little girl's just too ticklish to clam up forever. It only takes a minute and a half before I hear the singing…

"OKAY! OKAY! I'LL TA-HAHAHAHHAHAALK!!" Kitty screamed out in a mixture of defeat and frustration. "PLE-EEHEEHEHEEHESSSE STOP!"

"Oh, isn't that cute?" Logan said, getting back to his feet. Looking down at her, he held the phone up again.

"The code, Tickle-Me-Elmo," he said, sternly.

"O-o-o-okay," the girl said, breathing hard. "It's…it's…12345…"

Son of a bitch! Should have seen that one coming! I feel like a fucking dupe. I contemplate beating her until she was retarded – but that wouldn't take too long by the look of things. Shaking my head, I input the code. Gotta be a trick. No one's that stupid…

DING.

Well, I stand corrected. Phone's up. Scrolling the list, I find Killer Moth's number. Time to get some answers…