"Seasons change but people don't,"

"Hey!" Rachel called out to Kori while jumping up on a large crate and kicking down the thug who was trying to follow her up, "Go give him a hand."

The red head nodded quickly and rushed to Gar's side, grabbing the man behind him who was about to whack him over the head with a lead pipe, and then throwing him into the wall. Rachel saw Gar grin then throw two knives into the thighs of a man approaching them quickly. The man swore but was instantly disabled, unable to run. The boy laughed before he and Kori continued.

Vic was on the other side of the warehouse, doing the same as them, Rachel couldn't pinpoint Richard's position and frankly it was a little troublesome. He'd been separated by unknown forces earlier, and Rachel hoped for his own sake it wasn't his own doing because she could pound him for leaving without so much as a word.

Sensing someone behind her, Rachel whirled around nailing a jump kick in the face of the person she had thought to be near. She heard a crunch, probably a broken nose.

What a night it had been so far.

Jinx had given them information on the mastermind who had been working on the development on the drug Trigon was creating, which was still fairly hush hush, but still very much active. Jinx herself could divulge too much information at the moment without suspicion. The man went by the name 'The Count'.

Jinx didn't say much about him other than that he was a 'crazy little fart' and not to underestimate his insanity. Rachel had limited knowledge on the man herself, he had emerged from the shadows in the time she had been away and all she knew was what Rita told her, and that wasn't much. Apparently he had been an inmate of Arkham for years and after the break out reestablished his reputation on the streets.

"Where the hell is he?" Vic yelled out as he punched a grunt in the stomach and tossed him to the ground.

Rachel assumed he was speaking of Richard and as she had no idea, she kept silent. Truthfully she had been agonizing over the same thing, he had been absent a good half hour and she, though reluctantly, was beginning to worry a slight bit despite her urge to punch him in the face.

Jumping down from the crate and pushing her way through the crowd of thugs Rachel skillfully and swiftly knocked them out of her way as she saw fit. She reached Vic, who was currently fighting an absurd amount of men on his own.

She whacked one over the head with a loose wooden board that had been lying around, she went to Vic's side immediately.

"I have your back," She muttered quietly as she took her place behind him facing opposite him.

"Nice to know you care," he smirked, getting in the ready stance she had taught him.

As their foes approached them they went at it. Rachel with her lightning fast jabs and complicated combination of attacks, and Vic with his harsh and abrasive impact made quite a good team. Rachel had never really fought with others before, she only know realized that as she knocked a man's head against his comrade's, it had its cons, but it was convenient to have someone who was always watching your back, not that that had been much of a problem to her before. Either way, Vic was someone who she was glad to count on in a fight, she always thought as they were growing up that if he'd been born in a less fortunate situation he would have made it big on the streets. She was right.

Before she knew it, about twenty men were lying on the floor, she and Vic standing, panting, him with a satisfied grin on his face, and her with a solemn expression.

"Not too shabby teach." Vic laughed, slapping her on the back.

She shot him a deadpan glare, which he probably couldn't see due to her hood, but she was sure he knew it was there. Slapping her on the back and calling her 'teach' definitely would illicit such a reaction from her, and he was fully aware of this.

"Looks like they've been making good progress," He remarked gesturing with his thumb towards Kori and Gar.

"Ah." Rachel agreed, they were doing well, though slightly banged up. Kori was pretty terrifying actually, no one knew where she got her strength but anyone who fought next to her thanked the heavens for it. Gar was... much better than she thought he would be. Years ago when he had saved her from the gunman in the alleyway, Rachel saw a side to him, a dark one, that she should have picked up as potential. That side hadn't come out again, but Rachel suspected it was only a matter of time.

"Wanna help?"

With only a shrug as a reply the two ran over, which apparently wasn't needed because Gar slashed the last man in the back pushed him towards Kori who threw him to the ground, knocking him out with a punch.

Kori leaned against the warehouse wall, clutching her bare stomach as she gasped for breath, and Gar was… excitable.

"Dude! That was amazing! Did you see when I kicked that guy in the nuts and sent his little buddy flying, then Kori…"

He went on and on, as he tended to do, and to Rachel's disappointment both Kori and Vic humored him with replies. If you keep feeding strays they keep coming back. Such was the case with Garfield Logan.

"As endearing as your ego fluffing is, our favorite little piss pot is still missing." Rachel said when she had had enough of Gar's feather poofing, which was instantly.

"Our friend is correct; he is still missing and has been for approximately three quarters of an hour." Kori fretted, "I fear something may have happened to him."

"Him?" Vic asked incredulously, "Not a chance, he would never dream of dying because of something as mundane as physical injury."

Gar snickered as Rachel silently agreed, Richard Grayson was much too conceited and self-confident to fail at something as simple as a drug's bust.

"All the same, I would wish to confirm his safety."

As Kori spoke Rachel heard a clanking noise, whipping around she saw a dark figure jump down from a the higher platforms of the building. He was definitely larger than Richard ever was, he would even tower over Vic's strong frame. It was instantly apparent that this was no ordinary grunt that Trigon would use for dealing with annoyances.

"Fall back," Rachel muttered, "I don't want any of you near him."

"But—" Gar interceded, before Rachel cut him off.

"I said fall back."

The man began approaching them slowly, sauntering over in a confident manner. Rachel shot the three of them a look, Vic and Kori nodded and backed down, smart enough to take her seriously, Gar scowled, but reluctantly agreed. When she saw this she turned to face their attacker.

"Thanks for taking out those goons for me," The man spoke deeply, "Such an annoyance."

"So you aren't with them?" Rachel mused, "After The Count?"

"Such a smart girl," He chuckled, as he spoke Rachel was able to get a clear look at him, he was black, clean-shaven and wore bronze gauntlets on his hands, with claws protruding out of the knuckles at least half a foot long.

"We have business with him." She replied shortly, "So prepare for you disposal."

"Don't think so kid."

Accepting the fact that she would have to fight him Rachel lunged towards him. To keep him as far away from the others as possible she did leaped, and gripped him shoulders, providing her with a base for a frontal handspring over and behind him. As she landed she attempted to trip him with the sweep of her leg.

He saw this coming and jumped, avoiding her attack, and then countering with his own. He was fast, and his extreme skills in mixed martial arts were obvious, but Rachel's real problem was his gauntlets. They made it difficult to deflect fist attacks and impossible to block them, not unless she wanted her arms to turn to bloody ribbons.

Still she endured it, still managing a few damaging hits, but receiving her fair share of scratches. Thankfully they weren't too deep, child's play compared to adolescence with Trigon, but it wouldn't be that way for long, she was clearly outmatched. His claws gave him and unfair advantage and it was only a matter of time before she made a mistake.

And she did.

One slight misstep led to three bronze claws digging into her leg for a good couple seconds then the man wrenched them out abrasively. Rachel's knees buckled from the pain and she crumpled to the ground letting out an inaudible grunt in pain.

She pushed the sleeve of her hoodie firmly against the wound as he loomed over her, claws pointed towards the ceiling, ready to do more damage. Just before he could harm her any further he grimaced, and then swore. Rachel glanced up to see Gar standing a short distance away bent over, hand outstretched as if he had just thrown a knife. To Rachel's horror he had. The knife had dug into the man's shoulder, a good shot she would admit, but an absolutely thoughtless decision.

"You idiot!" Rachel managed to shout as the blood continued to seep through her sleeve and through her gloves.

"You little bastard," The man seethed racing towards the much smaller boy.

"Oh shit!" Gar cried, as if he didn't think any of his actions through, which was true.

Rachel noticed Vic and Kori begin to rush over as the man began to engage Gar in a fight.

"No!" Rachel shouted firmly at them, they stopped in their tracks with worried expressions on their face. She wasn't sure what she could do; Gar was holding his own… sort of, he dodged a couple times but by the looks of things, he would need more medical attention than she would.

No, she refused to let him die for someone like her. Anxiety ripped through her heart violently as she watched the events transpire in front of her.

Attempting to get up Rachel winced, pain shot through her leg like a bullet, forcing it towards the back of her brain she limped as quickly as she could behind the man. Gar was pretty banged up, he would have a few scars and bruises, but thankfully he wasn't dead yet. Just before she was about to grab him in a choke hold something caught her eye.

Richard. He was standing up on the second floor platforms facing the man's side, in one hand was one of the many loose chains that hung from the pulley systems on the ceiling, left by the previous warehouse owner, the other hand put a finger to his lips.

Nodding, Rachel held back and watched as Richard gripped the chain and jumped from the platform. He soared across the warehouse with ease and grace towards the man. When he got close enough he let go, fell a full story, and flipped onto the man.

"Sorry I'm late." He muttered as he knocked the guy out, "You OK?"

Gar gave him a weak thumbs up and groaned,

"Where did you learn to be a ninja?"

"Circus." He shrugged, "Should we drop this guy of at the station?"

Rachel endured the pain as she squatted near the body; removing the gauntlet from his hand she observed it closely. Noticing something significant she shook her head.

"He wasn't with Trigon or The Count, it's better to leave it so we can investigate him. I'm pretty sure I have a way of tracking him."

Richard nodded and the other two approached them quickly,

"Where were you?" Vic demanded as he assessed Gar's condition.

"Thought I had a lead to get to The Count, didn't pan out."

"We seriously need some way of communicating because Kori was worried sick; you can't just go off on your own like that, does the word team mean anything to you?"

"Whatever," Richard growled, "At least we have some leads."

"I'm afraid Victor is correct, we must work as a unit or it shall all crumble." Kori agreed, "You had me very afraid

"I'm sorry," He mumbled, "I'm used to working alone, I'll figure some way of fixing the communication problem."

"Leave that to me," Vic volunteered with a smile, "Piece of cake."

"Thanks man," Richard answered, "I'm really sorry Kori."

Rachel watched as Kori sighed with a smile but embraced her boyfriend in a hug.

"I am glad you are unharmed."

Gar coughed, causing them to break apart,

"As adorable as this is, Rachel and I are dying."

Rachel shot him a pointed look,

"Don't exaggerate."

Both Rachel sat in Gar's home in the bathroom, after she wrapped and stitched her leg she had offered to finish for Gar. Kori and Vic weren't unharmed, but did not require medical attention, just a few Band-Aids.

"You aren't talking to me," Gar pouted as Rachel bandaged his wounds. She did not feel the need to grace him with a reply, it was pointless, "Come on, are you mad about what happened or something? Dude, I was just trying to—"

"Stop talking before you say something stupid," Rachel deadpanned.

"But—"

"You are a fool Garfield Logan," She cut him off angrily.

"Yeah…" He conceded glumly, "Did he hurt you too bad?"

Rachel hesitated,

"I've have worse."

"Heh, I guess you have, huh?" He grinned sheepishly, grimacing as she applied disinfectant to his forearm, "Geez, where do you learn this stuff?"

"Guess." She replied shortly, wrapping gauze around his arm.

"Oh." He said lamely, "How's your leg?"

"It will be painful, but not unbearable."

"Nerves of steel." He remarked.

"I see no point in dramatizing it."

"Naw, you wouldn't would you?" He snickered.

She raised an eyebrow,

"We all know that you would." She hesitated before inquiring, "Why would you do it?"

"I think you know one of the reasons," He said quietly, a blush spreading across his cheeks, "But other than that, do I really have much to live for?"

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, I just mean that if I died then... well not much would change and so it's better that I take the risk rather than letting someone who is worth something die or do it themselves."

This revelation slightly shocked Rachel; she suspected it had to do with the fact that he had an incurable illness. Judging by the look on his face, which was staring down towards the floor, he was upset. There was something weighing in her chest that she couldn't explain, pity perhaps. Whatever it was, it was crushing.

"Don't be daft."

He looked up in confusion,

"Huh?"

"You might not think you have something to live for, but other people have you to live for. Remember those people."

Gar nodded, but looked skeptical. She almost went on but instead she quietly finished her work.

"Thanks," He mumbled as she began to put away the first aid items. As she opened her mouth to reply she heard a knock at the door,

"I had better get that, Rita's not home and Steve has an early shift tomorrow." Gar sighed, "Just a minute OK?"

She stood as he left the washroom and followed him out but keeping out of sight of the front door. Gar swung to door open violently causing Rachel to cringe, he'd ruin his bandages if he kept up those sporadic movements.

The brunette boy gasped when he saw what beheld them.

"Gar." Terra sighed with relief.

"Terra…" Gar said breathlessly.

"Terra?" Rachel blurted out putting herself into the view of the girl, instantly regretting it.

"Rachel?"

"Rachel?!" He cried out in confusion.

"Uh, Gar?" Rachel said carefully.

"Terra… Rach… Ter?"

"Gar?"

"I'm so confused!"

Jinx scrunched her eyes at what appeared to be a gauntlet on her pillow.

"What the…" She trailed off. That was probably the reason for Rachel's cryptic text about Vic dropping off something and asking if it was what she thought it was.

To be honest she wasn't really sure what she was supposed to look at, it just looked like your regular, run in the mill, terrifying piece of weaponry, nothing special about it. She turned it over to examine it further.

Oh.

Never mind.

This would be interesting, that's for sure.

Gar was still horrendously out of the loop; there he was sitting at a kitchen table with Terra and Rachel having coffee. Terra looked incredibly awkward and Rachel was incredibly pissed, probably because she gave herself away. At least that was the only reason he could think of, he had no clue they had a history, or what kind it was.

Terra looked different, her hair was shorter, above her shoulders, and she dressed a lot more girl like, he'd never seen her in pink before. She wore a pair of wide framed glasses and got bangs. Bangs? Really? He supposed that since she left her line of work she had to change her appearance somewhat, but still, it was weird.

"Does anyone want to explain this to me?" He finally said.

Terra sighed deeply,

"Well I'm here because—"

"No, no, no, no, no!" Gar cried as he waved his hands in front of him, "I meant how you two know each other."

"Um… alright then…" Terra said cautiously, probably surprised that was what he was worried about. Sure the thought crossed his mind when he saw her but the moment he realized those two weren't strangers at all, that question became a lot less interesting. "We were in similar circles for a while if you know what I mean."

That made sense he supposed but that was still…

"Don't water it down Terra." Rachel muttered casually as she pulled out a book, how she seemed to always have one, Gar had no clue, "I worked with Trigon and she worked with Slade, our paths often crossed."

The words Rachel had just spoken were unbelievable, that couldn't possibly be… could it? Terra, the girl he loved who betrayed him, and Rachel, the girl who he'd admired for years, they knew each other. The thought was almost inconceivable.

"You… worked for… him?" He managed to say. It was like she had hurt him a second time, "And you knew about her?"

Terra nodded pushing her short blonde hair out of her eyes, she looked like she was sorry about it.

"Worked? Like past tense?"

Another nod.

"Wait, did you both know that I was a mutual friend?"

Rachel shrugged, not looking up from her book. He wished she would actually pretend to be interested in the situation, although he suspected she was trying not to lose her temper.

"Sort of," Terra admitted, "Not until like, the last second."

"And I suppose Rachel had no problem keeping this from me," He frowned, throwing her a pointed glare, one that she didn't care enough about to acknowledge.

"It wasn't really any of your business, Terra and I had a tense relationship for many reasons beyond your concern, our own personal relationship with you has no consequence in the matter, and only came up in conversation on one occasion, in which she warned me about Slade's personal attack on me."

He supposed that would be the only explanation he would get, he knew them and both were stubborn enough to keep their mouths shut. That didn't mean his head had fully wrapped around the subject yet, Terra worked for the man who was most likely going to attempt murder against him, knew Rachel was Trigon's daughter, and Rachel knew Terra knew him? Way too confusing.

"So why are you here?" Gar sighed wearily, rubbing his forehead.

Terra inhaled deeply, probably about to go on a long explanation,

"It's not that complicated, I got away from Slade when he was locked up, now that he's back I'm a little concerned he'll come looking for me again."

"And you want Gar to help you with that?" Rachel scoffed humorlessly, still not averting her eyes from the pages.

"Actually no, I came to warn him about Slade, looks like you beat me to it."

"Apparently," Rachel mused, Gar got the impression that the girl was not in a particularly welcoming mood. The tension between the two was actually terrifying; if he didn't know Rachel's indifference towards him it was almost like a scene from movies he'd seen. Like the ones where the two girls hated each other but were gunning for the same guy and were scary possessive of that guy. That wasn't what was going on here, but the atmosphere was definitely similar.

This was not going to be an easy conversation.

They had finally finished that less than fun interaction and both Terra and Rachel were ready to call it a night. They both stood at the doorway, not really speaking to each other.

"Bye," He said awkwardly.

Terra reached for a hug and he reluctantly reciprocated, they had too much history for him not to.

"I'll see you later OK?" She said with the grin that he used to know so well. Rachel frowned deeply but nodded her farewells.

Gar shut the door quietly but just as he did he heard the two speak through the open window he forgot to close earlier. Most people would think snooping beneath them; Gar was not one of those people.

He heard Rachel ask in a deep voice,

"What do you really want Terra?"

"Really, I save your life two years ago and you don't trust me."

"Forgive me, but that was very out of character what you did then. I don't believe whatever lies you're telling to Gar, I don't trust you one bit."

"I was trying to warn him!" Terra protested.

"If you so much as breathe a word about me being alive I will tell him exactly what was going on while you were with Slade, and I'll hand you over to him."

"You forget that I'm not as helpless as you're making me out to be, you know what I was known for."

"All the same, watch yourself because you can be sure as hell I'll be watching you."

It had been a couple of days since Rachel had sent Jinx that weapon, now she was finally available to have a proper conversation with her about it. She had just arrived back to her loft, well it wouldn't be her loft for much longer since she was in the process of packing her things and moving, but it was still Jinx's until then. They had agreed to meet there and discuss what to do about their findings.

She unlocked the backdoor and sang out as obnoxiously as she could,

"He~looo?"

"We're in the sitting roo~m!" Vic sang back.

She wandered in casually and saw Vic and Rachel sitting on the couch, with their legs up, apparently deep in conversation despite the loud television.

"Hey," She yawned tossing the gauntlet on the coffee table in front of them without much care.

"You're looking unusually... subtle today," Vic remarked when looking at her outfit of choice, consisting of a loose white long sleeve crop top and loose fitting jeans.

"Whatever, it was a long night," Jinx retorted as she sat on the floor leaning against the arm chair.

"Any updates?" Rachel asked while picking at a loose seam in her sweater.

"Yeah, pretty sure that snake Slade has guessed by now, when we talked about it with Trigon both of them agreed it that you looked familiar, but Trigon wasn't entirely convinced."

Rachel's eyes perked up as she heard this,

"Why?"

"Because your father never doubted your loyalty and because he never saw you work with a team. Slade can't say anything in regards to the others simply because it will get him in a load of crap since he tried to kill Rachel and I was involved, all that jazz."

Jinx thanked her lucky stars that Slade was unable to speak without risking Trigon's wrath, it gave them a huge advantage and bought them some time.

"So I hear you're moving out," Rachel remarked casually to Jinx apparently not liking where the conversation was going.

"Yup you should be thrilled to have your best friend away from my evil influences," Jinx snickered, she was very much aware of Rachel's disapproval of her living arrangements. Made sense, Jinx was faintly aware that Vic was becoming slightly attached to her in the worst way, moving out would cut that attachment and he could go back to thinking of her as the incredibly sassy informant.

"Believe me, I am thrilled."

"So the gauntlet?"

"Are we thinking the same thing?"

"Ed Nigma?"

"Glad you agree."

"So what do you do want to do this revelation?"

"He owes me a few favors, you and I are going to talk to him next time you're available."

"Cool, I'll let you know." Jinx agreed, they rarely made choices amongst themselves so it was a real step for them.

"I'm lost," Vic mumbled.

"Ed Nigma is a weapons expert and fairly substantial source of Jump City and Gotham's crime rate." Rachel explained.

"And you haven't taken him down?" Vic asked skeptically.

"He is a valuable source for information, and he's indebted to me for reasons I'm not going to get into."

Jinx nodded, Ed Nigma was an annoying scum but he had his uses, no affiliation with a particular group of people, he did what he saw fit whenever he felt it. Jinx was pretty sure he was highly OCD with his play on words and mind games, but he wasn't anything like Slade. He was a criminal thief, not a murderer.

"He won't give you away then?" Vic inquired.

"No," Rachel nodded assuredly, "I actually have a… civil relationship with him."

"Good, I'm available Friday." Jinx informed her.

"Good."

That would be an interesting day wouldn't it? She was actually looking forward to it.

They spent the next couple minutes in idle conversation until something substantial occurred.

"Uh, guys," Vic cut in, sounding slightly nervous, "You might want to see this."

Jinx took one look at the screen and hit the record button.

"We're screwed," Rachel deadpanned.

Richard was at home, lazing about, he hadn't had work today so Kori had come over to… do whatever it was she did. That was apparently chatting with Alfred over tea like they were old friends. Was it normal for the fiancé to be jealous about his soon to be wife's relationship with a seventy year old butler? He guessed it wasn't normal, and Kori made friends wherever she went so perhaps it wasn't too bad.

It was still a weird concept in his head, 'fiancée'. He had one. They had decided to wait to announce their engagement until this whole Slade business was over and done with, they were young, and they had years to get married. The whole point was that they were committed to each other. Richard knew he loved her, with basically every fiber of his being so he was fairly confident they could stick together during the wait.

Because they had put marriage on the back burner as of right now he had other things on his mind. Mainly Slade and Trigon. He'd finally taken some of Jinx's advice and made his recent fixation on them a slight bit less obvious, he'd appreciated the speech Rachel gave him, but he wasn't buying it. Not at this point at least.

So he often found himself holed up in a room, newspaper clippings on walls, strings attaching each incident to the other, and just in general trying to put together the pieces of how he was going to kill these men. He hadn't exactly deciding whether he'd kill them, but he most definitely wanted justice served. It was only fair, they were responsible for the deaths of his parents and his parents deserved to be avenged.

He watched quietly as Kori and Alfred sipped their tea at spoke passionately about whatever it was that suited them. As he observed his phone buzzed, he answered it quickly when he saw it was Vic.

"What?" He said without a hello, knowing that his friend would understand his blunt and quick approach to phone conversations.

"Is Kori with you?" He asked in a serious tone of voice.

"Yeah."

"Bring her over to my place now, we have to talk."

"Got it," Then he hung up.

"So what is all this about anyways?" Richard asked the moment he made it to Vic's. He had been imagining the worst as he and Kori drove. So coming in and seeing Gar, Rachel, Vic, and Jinx looking grim wasn't very comforting/

"Take a look at what just aired on the news." Vic said grimly.

Richard glanced over at the screen as Jinx turned the television on, the same anchor woman that always reported on stories that questioned the actions done by an unknown person/group. That of course was them but they didn't know that.

As he watched the screen… well apparently they did.

Behind the anchor woman a picture was displayed, it was dark and blurry, but it definitely was a group of young adults in concealing outfits dragging and cuffing the unconscious bodies of criminals to the front of the police station.

"Judging by the picture we have right here, taken by an eyewitness, the city's mysterious criminal arrests have been the work of a group of unidentified group of what appear to be vigilantes. Barbara Gordon the Chief of the Jump City Police Force made a statement earlier last night."

The screen the cut to a pretty young woman, no older than thirty five, with orange hair and a pair of sensible eye glasses gave her statement. Richard recognized her, he had seen Bruce with her from time to time, but had only assumed she was one of his bimbos.

"We can only assume that judging by the lack of theft and the honest manner of their conduct they simply mean to rid this city of the plague that has infected this city. I cannot pretend that our justice system isn't in shambles, and I cannot pretend that this hasn't been a great help to us. Therefor despite the illegality of the act vigilantism we wish to negotiate with the group and see what sort of arrangement we can come up with. This city is at its knees and drastic measures must be made. So to the group of vigilantes, if it pleases you, make contact and I swear we can come to a mutual agreement."

Jinx turned off the television.

"So what are we going to do about this?" Gar asked quietly, "Does Rachel know? She's going to be pissed."

"And are we to accommodate this Chief of Police and meet with her?" Kori asked worriedly clutching Richard's hand.

"Rachel's seen this; she popped out a moment and should be back soon. As for that other thing Kori, well we have no idea." Vic replied

A slam came from behind them, obviously the back door. Loud footsteps shot through the halls until they revealed a dishevelled, unhappy Rachel. She slammed a newspaper against the coffee table in a huff and sat down on the couch next to the Vic.

"This is why I didn't want to get caught."

Richard looked at the headline of the paper, "Gang Leader's Daughter Fighting Back?"

He picked up the paper and read it aloud,

"Former gang member speaks out, 'That's Raven, she was second in command under Trigon until her mysterious disappearance years ago. That pictures looks exactly like her. I'd know it anywhere.'"

"I could wring that man's neck if I knew who he was." She muttered.

This was problematic; they'd have to be a lot more careful with what they did.

"So what do we do?" Gar asked helplessly, "This is probably the worst thing that could happen."

"Not the worst, but damn close," Vic answered sadly.

"Well, what do you say Rachel?" Richard conceded, "Lead us."

She looked up at him pointedly, with a raised eyebrow,

"Have I not told you before there is a reason I trust you, I am not a leader, nor will I ever be. Richard Grayson you are not a leader, but you're the only one I'd trust to grow into one that could lead us."

Kori squeezed Richard's hand excitedly,

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that whatever it is we're doing, you're the leader of it."

"Don't pretend you'll ever forget about me,"

-Fall Out Boy (The Take Over, The Breaks Over)

Wait? I still write? Really? Yes!

This was posted in a rush so PLEAAASE point out any grammar issues because I'm sure there are some that I didn't notice.

I've been gone for so long, and mostly due to medical issues I will not bore anyone with, but I think I'm in a better position now and will be posting more often. (Hopefully)

Anyways, for any of you who are still here, thanks for sticking with this story it really means a lot.

POLL:

Do you trust Terra?

a) Hell no, we all know what happens in the show and comics.

b) Yes, she's proved herself and deserves a second chance.

c) Can't tell, we haven't seen enough of her or her intentions

d) Let me know :)