A/N: That's right, I'm showing my face in this fandom again *avoids popcorn and tomatoes thrown at the silly author not updating the story* sorry! busy busy busy and dats da truff! (in all honestly, I want to murder one of my teachers at the moment - made me start the whole effin project over a week before it wasw due. ughh... And I hope you guys weren't too fond of the riddler. He's got me in a rut, so he's going byebye. Enjoy!

Actually, don't go anywhere! I gots a challenge for you! Yea, you with the face! As you can tell by the story's summary, I stink at writing summaries. If anyone can think of a good summary for this story, I'll write them a one-shot of their choice. Can be about ANYTHING in the Teen Titans or Young Justice fandom. :) Oh yea, Summary Contest yea!

"Ughh. Dude!" Exclaimed Beastboy as he lethargically shuffled into the main room of the tower. "And the Riddler is supposed to be one of the SANER Gotham villains?"

"The Riddler actually IS completely sane, Beastboy. He just has a fetish for enygmas," I explain.

He clutched his skull in exasperation."You must be crazy then for putting up with him! Why bother?"

"If us wackos don't protect Gotham, who's gonna protect the handful of good people from the other wackos?" Tim shot back. "It's not like we're dealing with the scum in Bludhaven." I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck - I had almost gone to start over in Bludhaven instead of Jump City, but ultimately picked Jump as my final destination because of it's farther location.

We had just gotten back from our all-night Riddler fiasco. The hostages were all fine, (including the dog) and the Riddler and his lankeys had been rounded up. But I was no closer in catching Zucco, and we still had no reason for why all of Gotham was suddenly hanging out in California. I needed to focus on Zucco though. I wouldn't let him get away. Not again. "Guys, go get some rest. It's been a long day. We can push back training to tomorow afternoon."

This announcement was enough for Beastboy to suddenly have enough energy to pump his fist in the air and shout out with glee. I watched as Raven rolled her eyes, and Starfire let a weak smile grace her face. Everyone started to leave. Finaly, I'd be able to focus on-

"I take it you aren't going to bed?" Cyborg asked, eyebrow raised. "You know, you need sleep as much as the rest of us." I smirked.

"That's what caffine is for. I'll go to bed soon, I promise. I just... I need to work on catching Zucco. I told you, he murdered my parents. That's not something I'm gonna let him get away with. I'm not letting him walk free. I won't let him. I won't let him force any other kids to feel as alone as I was."

"Alright man, and I get that. Really, I do. But you won't be doin' anyone any favors by killing yourself from lack of sleep." He left, and again I was alone. The monitor I was working on soon flashed to life - armed robbery down on fourth street. I turned off the alarm before it could wake the others. I could handle this. They needed to sleep. I just needed some peace.

Sure, in retrospect a robbery isn't the best place to go looking for 'peace' but I WAS raised in Gotham. And tempting fate is what I do best. So I took off on my motorcycle, the coordinates already memorized.

Zooming down the dock, bike skidding, Zucco trailing behind. No. I wouldn't think about - dangling over the water, begging for mercy. 'What did I ever do to you, bird brain?'

No! Not the time to - 'You wanna know what you DID? Does Haley's Circus ring a few bells, you murdering scum! I knew them! They were family! Bet you weren't counting on THAT.'

'Please! I'll do anything! Please don't kill me!'

Ready to die- 'Robin.' Batman was all that stopped me from killing Zucco then. Whats to stop me from killing Zucco when I find... him... standing not ten yards in front of me... I jump off the bike, which crashes into Zucco's getaway car. His thugs are inside, robbing the bank.

He's staring right at me, smirk on his face. "Robin," his gravelly voice rings out, "Long time no see, eh? I knew you'd come alone, bat brat."

His voice perylized me. Frozen from fear or anger I wasn't sure. Here I was all ready to stop a robbery then look for his sorry ass, but now... I wasn't expecting this. His sudden moves alert me to the fact that him and his thugs are armed. But it's not a gun he pulls out. Not at first.

He throws a long tube to me, which I catch out of instinct, hoping to god it's not a bomb. "Well? Open it."

I wasn't stupid. I discreetly scanned it for explosives. Totaly safe. I took off the lid, and a poster fell out of the tube. I look at his smile, containing more malice than I remember.

Picking up the poster, I see that it's faded and yellowing, but not old fashioned. Starting to unroll it, I immediately see what it is.

Zucco's face is no longer angry or vengeful. Its covered in outright glee.

He knows.

My trembling hands drop the poster, advertizing the 'Fabulous Flying Graysons!' My parents. Me.

He knows everything.

"Tell your parents I say 'hi', kid." Before I can react or even process what's going on, the thugs are grabbing my arms and legs, and a familiar scent comes from the cloth placed over my mouth and nose. Chloroform.

I'm screwed.