"We live in cities you'll never see on screen
Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things"

Everyone was gathered in Gar's house, excluding Jinx for she was busy with her work, in sitting arrangements much too close, staring at the television. Kori was sitting on the needles and pins in anticipation. Richard was expected to appear on the television news to make a statement in front of what he called 'the press'.

How this came about well… was somewhat of the long story.

The entire debate on whether they should contact the woman, 'Barbara Gordon' and make a deal with her was quite a difficulty, but in the end they all agreed that making a statement and clarifying things with law enforcement would do good. It was very clear that it was not a wise decision for the entire group and sending one member would make more sense. Other than the fact that Richard was the decided leader amongst them, the others were not suitable. Rachel was recognizable and not much of a public speaker, Vic refused, Gar was not to be taken seriously (even Kori acknowledged that), and Kori would not have the inflection or speaking skills to address such a group. It only left Richard, and she trusted that he would do more than a satisfactory job.

"Man, I'm nervous." Gar mumbled.

"I must confess as am I," Kori sighed.

"Just be quiet and watch," Rachel deadpanned.

"Put away the claws Rach," Vic warned, "I know you're a little anxious about this but—"

"But nothing, be quiet and watch," She snapped.

Rachel had been quiet spikey (or was it prickly) as of late, Gar had said it had to do with an acquaintance of theirs that had reappeared, but said nothing further. Rachel called it an annoyance that needed to be squandered. Such an account made it so Kori was fearful to question any further.

The news announced that the press conference would be starting soon; it appeared to be a fairly substantial event as there were an array of reporters and photographers. Suddenly the television cameras turned away from the podium and towards the street where a dark motorbike with red trimmings and no license plate pulled up.

"Ah!" Gar called, "There he is!"

Kori recognized the man on the bike as her boyfriend Richard, dressed in his 'uniform'. He sauntered out through the crowd with a disinterested attitude. Kori was aware that he behaved much differently when he attended highly publicized events as Richard Grayson, heir to Wayne Enterprise, did. It always amazed her how both Mr. Wayne and Richard were able to put out such charisma is public but in reality they weren't naturally personable. If Kori didn't know that was Richard, she wouldn't recognize him the demeanor was so different.

He really did play a character well.

Flashing lights of cameras blinded Richard's eyes but he was used to it and thus treated it with apathy. Pushing his way up through the sea of people shoving microphones in his face and shouting questions at him he made his way up to the podium.

"Who are you?"

"What's your intention?"

"What do you plan to do about crime in the city?"

"What are your thoughts about what the tabloids and papers are saying?"

Richard ignored their fruitless inquiries and continued stepping up and shaking hands with Barbara Gordon.

He had met with her the day before and it had been a strange experience. When she first laid eyes on him she looked slightly surprised, almost like she had seen him before, which of course she had, only without the mask. They'd seen each other briefly when he'd seen her talking with Bruce. Regardless, they'd actually come up with a pretty good agreement, one that they would be announcing in the next few minutes.

He stood behind her as she spoke took the stand and spoke with a voice of authority,

"Hello citizens of Jump City, I'm sure you all are aware of the statement I made earlier in regards to the suspected vigilantes that have been roaming our streets, as the Chief of Police in Jump City, I'm here to tell you, the public, everything. It is apparent that there is controversy on whether this group is a force for evil or good but have no fears I will clarify all. You are all about to meet the leader of this group, whom I can personally vouch for, and he will explain to you their motives, and answer any questions you may have. Any questions directed towards me may be asked afterwards."

She stepped back and gestured for Richard to take the stand, the clicks of cameras echoed through the air. He stood and stared at the people in front of him, all eager to hear his words. He knew what he should say, he knew how he would address them if he was Richard Grayson, he would flash a straight, white, smile and give a charming speech. He wasn't Richard Grayson though, he was a nameless mask, a suit, and he would keep it that way.

"Look, before I get into these questions, let me get one thing straight. We are not the cops. We do not work for the cops. We work alone because this city has an infestation, and the only place that hasn't been contaminated is us." Richard said firmly and harshly, "Our intention is to be the exterminators and that's all. We're going for the source, let that be known, we are a force to be reckoned with. We aren't at the playground playing children's games; we're here to take people down and we're pretty damn effective. Any questions?"

A muddle of shouts was shot his way, and he sighed, such was the press. He was used to that.

"You in the front," He singled out one of the reporters, "What's your question?"

"You say you don't work for the police, what is your agreement with JCPD?"

"So long as we remain upon the same goal and refrain from unnecessary killings, the police will either support us or leave us alone. I plan to be in contact with Chief Gordon on a regular basis, she will be aware of our comings and goings."

Another reporter cut in, "What is your main goal here? Will civilians be affected?"

"Of course they'll be affected," Richard scoffed, "But in a positive way, we're making the streets safe for you so you don't have to shut yourselves in at four o'clock in the afternoon. As for our main goal, the source. Trigon. Anyone who is responsible for making Jump City a living hell. Let it be known that we have no fear of this figure of terror, only that he should fear us."

"How do you plan on taking him down?"

"I can't share that information with you for obvious reasons." What an idiotic question.

"Why isn't the rest of the team with you?"

"I am the appointed leader; we saw no need to expose ourselves more than we needed to. I speak for the team, I may be the mouth you hear it from, but you are hearing the voice of all my associates."

"Are in anyway involved with the Batman?"

"I neither know, nor care who this man is. He operates in Gotham and us in Jump City. Never once have we made contact."

"What made you take Chief Gordon's offer?"

"We may work alone, but we'd rather know that the cops won't be after us for doing their jobs," Richard smirked.

A murmur of laughter hummed through the crowd, another man took this opportunity to ask,

"Is it true what that former gang member said, that the daughter of Trigon is part of your effort?"

"I can neither confirm nor deny that." Richard said coldly.

"Is Raven fighting against her father?"

Richard cursed inwardly; he knew how to get out of this situation but wished it hadn't been brought up at all, despite its inevitability. The reporter just had to press him on the subject and not let it go.

"As said previously, I can't confirm or deny that question. You may think what you like about the identities of the members but they are only assumptions. You may call us whatever it pleases you as I'm sure the public will. We are not individuals with names and faces, we are not personalities for you to humanize, or celebrities for you to idolize. We are a force, a single minded force with one goal in mind. To you; we should not be humans to you because you know nothing of us other than our intentions, we are an 'it', a movement, not a group of people. We are The Titans."

After this statement the crowd erupted with questions demands, but it was all noise in Richard's ears.

Satisfied he stepped away from the podium, nodded to Chief Gordon who flashed him an approving smirk, and walked through the crowd without paying reporters a glance. He hadn't planned that last bit, but he was glad it slipped out.

Getting on his bike and driving off he smiled slightly to himself,

The Titans.

That sounded pretty good.

"YES!" Squeals and shouts of happiness escaped the mouth of the three of them as they jumped from their seats after Richard had finished his speech. Kori, Vic, and Gar jumped from their seats, proceeded to do the 'high fives' and awkwardly hugging each other in excitement. Kori looked down to see that even Rachel was pleased, so she grabbed her arm and forced her to join the entanglement.

"He did a most glorious job, did he not?" Kori cried happily, as she jumped up and down.

"Uh…"

"Oh come on Rach! He killed it out there!" Vic laughed, "Man, 'The Titans'? I love it!"

"Dude this is awesome, he was so badass up there!"

"I will I'm glad we chose him." Rachel admitted, "He has experience with questioning and answered pretty well."

Kori smiled, she couldn't be prouder of him right now, even if she tried. He truly was an amazing man, and she was so lucky to have him in her life.

"Yo," Jinx said in a short greeting as Rachel opened her motel door, "Ready to meet the 'ol Riddler to see about the gauntlet?"

Rachel nodded quickly and went to grab her shoes.

Real conversationalist.

"Oh hello Jinx." Another voice greeted, Arella's pretty form stepped out from the washroom in a silk nightdress, she softly brushed her hair and gave Jinx a kind smile, "I hear you're going to see Eddy."

"That would be correct Arella," Jinx answered, "You knew him too?"

"Yes, he was a strange man but he and Rachel always got on fairly well," She laughed, "Can't say I did, he was always a little eccentric, even for one of Trigon's contacts."

"Yeah, why did 'ole Raven here get along with him so well then?"

"She could decipher his riddles quicker than anyone else," Arella explained as she brushed her long hair, "I think that he appreciated it, and I think she did too, but she never said it."

Jinx chuckled,

"Not surprised, I am surprised that she got on with him though, he's so strange."

"Aren't we all?" Arella asked wistfully. Jinx had to agree with her.

Rachel emerged from her room and slipped her shoes on,

"Let's get this over with then."

"Nice talking to you Arella, now if you'll excuse me, your daughter is an absolute killjoy and I need to go on a trip down the yellow brick road with her."

"And Edward Nigma is the wizard? While we're at it let's get you you're brain, cowardly lion." Rachel muttered.

"And the tin man a heart?" Jinx taunted.

"Not a bad idea," Rachel said sarcastically, as she passed Jinx out the door.

Damn, not bad.

"I saw Dick's speech." Jinx blurted out.

"What did you think?" Rachel asked, not sounding like she really cared either way.

"Very inspired, 'The Titans', I thought that was just the icing on top of the cake. Despite Richard's insistence, the public loves it. They're already deciding on names for you guys, they suck to be honest but hopefully they come to a decent consensus."

"I had heard about that," Arella jumped in, "I do hope that it stays as anonymous as possible and this is as much coverage as they'll ever get."

"What does Trigon think of this?" Rachel asked, looking slightly worried.

"Not much, he hasn't said anything on the subject; I think he thinks that it's beneath him to worry. Nothing has really stopped him before, so why should it now?" As Jinx spoke Arella nodded in agreement. It was strange to think that such a gentle woman married such a brash and awful man, Jinx often forgot that Arella knew more about the gang leader than anyone else did.

"And Slade?"

"I'm fairly confident he knows, I don't think he's worried about it, but it makes him uneasy I have no doubt. He knows that you guys aren't scared, and I've made it very clear that I'm not, opposition will be good for that guy."

"It better rattle the bastard, that's the only good thing about us going public."

"Yeah, I'll be sure to shake his nerves whenever I can."

"Dully noted." Rachel replied, "Now can we get going?"

Ed Nigma lived in a nasty old shack, at least that was what it looked like from the outside, the basement was something to behold. Filled with weapons, perfect settling to sell, an absolutely huge. Since he had escaped Arkham he'd started up a little weapons business. He had a logo and everything; in fact that was how they got here in the first place. Rachel and Jinx recognized him as the creator of that gauntlet.

As they walked through the basement door in the back Jinx sighed,

"Does he know we're coming?"

"No."

"Super."

"I said he owes me favors and they're big ones, I need no appointment when it comes to Nigma."

"Wow, I wish I was a gang leader's daughter," Jinx snickered.

"I'm going to decide not to comment on that." Rachel said as she pulled up her hood, guising herself as 'Raven' or whatever.

They stepped into the room; Jinx heard fumbling around at that moment, she suspected Ed was being stupid somewhere in the storage rooms.

"Hello?" Jinx called out.

"Ah, just a moment," A voice responded from the back of the room, "Riddle me this before anything else, what type of people, people like you, are always in a hurry?"

Jinx gave Rachel a shrug as if to say, 'How the hell am I supposed to know?' Rachel rolled her eyes and answered stonily,

"Russians."

Suddenly the man popped his head up from behind the counter, he was a tall thin man, wore a green three piece suit, and sported a large grin,

"Ah yes, you are correct missy…" He paused when he saw who was standing before him, "Well I never thought I would see such a sight before me. I'm glad that the Riddlee is back to see the Riddler, even if you were supposed dead, and with Miss Jinx no less, what a surprise."

"Believe me," Jinx assured him, "I'm as shocked as you are, and much less pleased."

"I take it Trigon is aware of your return then, Riddlee?" Ed inquired with a grin.

"No and you aren't going to say a word about it, or that Jinx was here to see you." Rachel insisted as Jinx wandered his establishment, observing different weaponry. She kinda wanted to specialize with a weapon all of a sudden, Nigma's shit was really badass and she wanted in all of a sudden. He had everything, swords, guns, gauntlets, daggers, bows, everything.

"Anything for you," He replied smoothly before ending with a, "What do you throw away that keeps returning?"

"Boomerang," Rachel said, solving the riddle instantly.

Strange, first thing that came to Jinx's mind in Rachel's regard was Garfield Logan, but hey, boomerang worked too.

"Now what can I do for Raven and Jinx?"

Jinx scooped the gauntlet from her hand and showed it to the middle aged man,

"Who bought this from you?"

He received it from her before making a thorough investigation of the weapon,

"Ah yes, only something as beautiful from this could come from me… I remember the man, deep complexion, large build, testy attitude, tsk tsk tsk," He said with a wave of his finger, "I might be able to go into my top secret books if you do me a little favor, despite my client confidentiality agreement."

Raven shook her head,

"You owe me Nigma," Rachel insisted, "Remember his name or I'll check for myself."

"You always were a tenacious one." He sighed, admitting defeat and pulling out the book, scanning it with his index finger, "Let's see, this was purchased by a Mister Benjamin Turner."

Jinx hadn't heard that name before, and she usually was aware of people of that man's caliber, but his name drew a blank. Not that she could help it, Ben Turner wasn't exactly the kind of name you could put a face to, it was so dull.

"Know anything about him?" Rachel pressed.

"He mentioned something about the Suicide Squad, I could care less, but it might mean something to you."

Rachel and Jinx looked at each other with slightly alarmed expressions on their faces. That definitely meant something to them.

"Ah I see it does," He snickered, "Well I am glad I could be of service to you ladies, and be sure to come see me if you need any more assistance or you just want to chat for old times sake, you know where the Riddler lives."

"You have my gratitude," Rachel replied, as she turned to leave she whispered to Jinx, "Any leads on what was just mentioned?"

"I might have one," Jinx mumbled back grimly, in fact she was pretty much one hundred percent sure that she had one.

Before they could exit the basement Ed called out to the two of them,

"How do you stop a dog from barking in July?"

Jinx held up her hand as Rachel opened her lips to speak; she had the answer this time,

"Kill 'em in June."

After Jinx had dropped Rachel off at her motel she made a beeline for Gotham. Rachel had somewhat insisted that she pursue her lead as quickly as possible and it was perfect timing because Jinx knew exactly where her lead normally spent her evenings.

It was only about two million years before she actually made it to her destination thanks to rush hour traffic, but she got there eventually despite the many annoyances along the way.

Gotham City's most esteemed laboratory, Silas Stone worked here, Jinx wasn't really sure whether he was in or not but that was insignificant, she was here to see someone else.

The automatic doors opened for her and she went to the front desk for a visitors pass, the man at the desk took one look at her and handed her a clip on visitors ID, she was a frequent visitor and they generally knew her at the front desk.

"Thanks bud," She smiled.

She went up the elevator and the first thing she saw when she opened the door was an unwanted face.

"Stone what the hell are you doing here?" She demanded.

"My father works here you Grinch," He accused, "What are you doing here?"

"Pam."

"She's with my dad right now." He sighed, "Shall I lead the way princess."

Jinx rolled her eyes,

"I know my way around here thanks."

Vic sighed but followed her towards Silas's lab room.

"So Rachel called," He started cautiously, "Said you got a lead from that Ed Nigma guy."

"Yeah, we did."

"She also said you'd be following it right about now." He pressed further.

"You heard right."

Giving up on being subtle Vic went out with what he had been dancing around for a while,

"So why are you here looking for Pam?"

"If you want to listen in I have no problem with that, but if I were you I wouldn't want to." Jinx replied simply as she reached Silas's lab and opened the door.

Two familiar faces greeted her, one very similar to Vic's, only older and a little more weary, and one younger with bright red hair.

"Hey Jinx, the hell are you doing here?" Pamela Isley grinned as she turned to face her, Silas gave her a nod.

"Just stopping by," She brushed it off, "Thought I'd say hi."

Pam obviously didn't buy it and knew something was up because Jinx gave her a pointed look,

"You know what Silas, I think I left something in my lab for Jinx, that's why you're here isn't it?"

That was obviously a fib to get out so she could talk about what was really going on.

"I'll get back to work then," He conceded but Jinx saw the bottle on the back counter, just opened. She felt sorry for Vic, she knew what it was like to have an addict for a parent, it sucked and she knew it. The look on his face said it all. She knew there was nothing she could do or say to make any difference but... well she still connected with him in that sense.

"Mind if I tag along," He whispered Jinx replied with a shake of her head, he'd find out soon enough anyways, he might as well hear it now. Besides she was fairly certain he didn't want to be left alone with Silas.

When they left the room Pam instantly asked,

"What's all this about? Does it have to do with that speech Richard gave because I know about that, everyone knows."

"Wait, what?!" Vic stopped in his tracks, "You know? How?"

Jinx sighed, this would be a complicated conversation.

"I told her of course."

"Are you screwing me?"

"No she isn't," Pam cut in as they reached her lab, "And you'll understand why in a minute, I'm sorry in advance Vic because you'll be royally pissed at me by the time this is over."

Vic said nothing but glared at Jinx as they stepped into the room, it instantly smelled of plants and various ecosystems, probably Pam's pride and joy. Jinx didn't really care for her current crazy work; it was her past that was more important.

Pam gestured for them to have a seat, they did and she asked,

"What's all this about?"

"Suicide Squad, Ben Turner to be exact."

Pam's eyes darkened at her words but she replied anyways,

"What about it?"

"When they were on a hunt for The Count they ran into him, Nigma confirmed his identity for us just today using a weapon Turner left behind."

Vic rubbed his forehead in confusion,

"Can you guys explain this to me please, I'm lost and thinking the worst."

Pam nodded, her eyes appeared sad, like she didn't want to explain. Jinx understood, when Vic learned everything his image of her would be crushed and she knew Pam cared about him enough to not want that to happen.

"The Suicide Squad is a government controlled, group of incarcerated mass murders, high profile and high risk criminals, that sort of thing. They provide the government an opportunity to for plausible deniability, they do the dirty work in exchange for commuted prison sentences and the freedom to do what they do best, only with government dictating their actions. Ben Turner, or as he's more commonly known as, The Bronze Tiger, is a member of that group."

"So when we saw him, he was working for the government?" Vic asked.

"Not really, they broke off from their chain of command and have been rouge ever since, Ben Turner was there to get to The Count. One, because Count Werner Vertigo was a former member of the squad and two, because why the hell wouldn't they want to take over Trigon's little empire. Jump and Gotham City are two of America's most corrupted and dangerous cities, it makes sense they'd been here."

"Thanks Pam," Jinx replied, "But are there any other connections you can think of?"

"Ask Selina, she's been in contact with them more recently than anyone else I could think of, Turner has some sort of vendetta against her, something to do with felines and that kind of crap."

"Typical," Jinx laughed.

"Still confused here!" Vic cried, "How do you know this stuff Pam?"

"I used to be a member, if we're being honest her," She admitted, "When the team broke from the law myself and a friend stayed back and received pardons due to our loyalty and impressive skills of persuasion. We gave them information to find the Squad and in return we received our freedom, or parole, they keep their eyes on me, but other than that I'm free."

"Wait, you were a high profile criminal?"

"You don't think I got this job at the lab just for my beautiful face?" She joked half heartedly in an attempt to loosen up Vic, "I ended up in Arkham Asylum when I was in my mid-twenties, was recruited by the leader of the Suicide Squad, and after seven years, ended up free. I actually met you about a few months later; it was one of the things that kept me from going back to the life I used to live."

"And the others?"

"Harleen, Selina, and Barbara."

"Who are they?"

"Harleen Quinzel, if you remember her, supply taught at Jump City High School for a while, she was a therapist at Arkham before she went crazy herself, she… well she's back with the squad now, nothing I could do to stop her. Selina is a friend, and a notorious thief, commonly known as 'The Cat'. She, Harleen, and I used to crash together before Harleen and I were sent to Arkham. Barbara, well your little leader met her recently, did he not?"

"You mean the chief of police?"

"Yup, she was a little sweetie and thought she could reform us three, she was partly right, but also very wrong. It's a tense relationship, but it's a relationship none the less. Selina and I still talk with her, we have apparently lots in common."

"So you were criminally insane?"

"Am," She corrected reluctantly, "Labels like that don't just fly away into thin air, I'm just pretty good at hiding it with my incredible wit and charming good looks."

"I need time to process this," He said with a hand to his head, "Is everyone I surround myself I criminal or an addict?"

Poor guy, the woman he'd trusted for years and the female figure of his life since his mother died was insane. Vic's face was absolutely broken, almost betrayed, but still open for answers like the decent guy he was.

"Yeah, it's your type apparently." Jinx stated bluntly. Pam laughed at this, obviously agreeing, when Vic gave her a look desperate for explanation, "Your first friend was a gang leaders daughter, your current tenant is part of said gang, that would be me, your little friend here is criminally insane, and you're part of a group of vigilantes who fight crime."

"You forgot Bruce—" Pam clamped her mouth shut and whispered, "Shit."

"Nice going Ivy," Jinx muttered, calling her by her criminal name.

"Wait what about Bruce? You mean Richard's dad…like figure, I still don't know what to call him."

"C'mon put two and two together Vic." She prompted.

"Bruce Wayne is a psychopath too?"

Pam and Jinx exchanged looks,

"Eh, not a bad answer and sadly not too far off."

"Then what?"

"Batman, you doofus." Pam said flicking his forehead, "How else do you think that guy can afford all the crap he's got, I'm surprised no one else has figured this out yet."

"Rachel has." Jinx stated.

"Bruce Wayne is that Batman dude, and you two and Rachel are aware? Does Richard know?" Vic demanded, looking like his head was about to explode with all this information.

"No, Rachel and I would have had a bet on when he would find out but we both think he won't unless someone explicitly tells him and proves it. He's such a numbskull."

"Does Bruce know this?"

"Barbara figured it out right away, so did that old dude that waits on him, but they have a bet so neither have told him." Pam snickered, "Those two are not the brightest bulbs, despite their skill sets."

"How thick," Vic commented despite the barrage of information that had just been thrown at him, "How do you know about him?"

"Cause he put me in Arkham, ever since I've been free we've tolerated each other, mostly because we both want to kick each other's ass but Babs won't let us whenever we're in the same room together."

"Nice…"

"Anyways, do you have any information about what the Suicide Squad is up to lately, other than hanging out in search of former members?" Jinx asked, "We're kind of getting off track here."

"Like I said, Selina would know better than I would, I'd talk to her, you probably will be meeting up soon right?" Pam asked.

"Wait is Selina the mutual friend between you two that Jinx keeps talking about?" He realized, putting two and two together.

"Yes," Pam said, "And it's a good thing too, she'll be an asset to you in the future. Sorry I couldn't do much to help, just ruin Victor's image of me and expose as many secrets as possible. Man, I am such a dick…"

"Don't feel bad Pam, we all are if we're being honest," Jinx said patting her friend on the back, it was true, it was best to admit it, "That includes you Vic, you're just as much a dick as us criminals."

Vic didn't look like he knew how he felt about that, and Jinx almost felt sorry for him.

But not really.

Richard was walking around the grounds of Wayne Manor, he knew these grounds pretty well, and he spent many a lonely night as a child wandering the beautiful greenery. He had his favorite spots and his least favorite spots, but he had never seen this one.

It was hidden nearby the river that flowed through the estate, behind the water fall was a cave, he'd never noticed it before, so for some reason he decided to explore.

He needed some air from all the research and Jinx called him saying she'd meet with them the next day so he allowed himself a break from his work and took a walk. It led him here, somewhere he'd never been before.

The tunnel was… surprising easy to maneuver through, it made him wonder, had anyone been through there before? It was like somebody crafted around the rocks to make it possible to get through. It led downwards, probably underneath the foundations of the house. Maybe it was a little much to go on such an expedition at this time of night, but he'd only been walking a few minutes and the tunnel was already beginning to widen.

In a few moments the situation became even stranger to him, he could see lights that had been installed on the roof and it suddenly was a lot less like a cave and more like an empty hallway.

Alright this was weird.

The hallway eventually led to a door, it was security coded, but that had never stopped Richard before he put in the code for the gated entrance of the manor and sure enough, it opened easily. He wasn't sure what to think, even more so when he saw what was inside the room.

It was huge, it seemed to be abandoned, but it definitely was a place used for something that wanted to be hidden.

As he searched through the area he saw a variety of things, top of the line computers, technology Richard had never even heard of, expensive training areas, and even another room with living arrangements. What the hell was this place?

Before he even could check anything else out he heard someone walk behind him.

Bruce.

"Living in ruins of a palace within my dreams
And you know, we're on each other's team"

-Lorde (Team)

I updated in fairly good time! I am quite proud of myself if I'm being honest. I was so bored with my planned plot for this story, so I changed it completely, this chapter would be very different had I not revised the storyline. I'm glad I changed it though, it makes it more interesting and exciting for me to write, and luckily I wasn't so far in that I couldn't do it without editing other chapters in the process. Anyways, I'm much more motivated with where this story is headed and can't wait to share it with you all.

Richard's speech was hella fun to write, not gonna lie.

So yeah, not much of a surprise, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Pamela Isley is Poison Ivy, Selina Kyle (Catwoman) and Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) were introduced. I'm excited to write the Suicide Squad if I'm being honest, and the dynamic they'll have with Trigon and his gang should be fuuuuun.

So far not much romance, mostly unresolved sexual tension or awkward flirting. I apologize for that. It will come, I swear, but it will develop first. Do you really want me to have Rachel and Gar eating each others faces with no lead up or explanation? I wouldn't, though it might be a little funny.

Hope you all had a lovely holiday and new year, I know I didn't. Any resolutions? Mine is to get some progress in this story since it's been a year since I posted the first chapter and pretty much nothing has happened. I will try, I swear.

POLL:

Have you guys heard about the Teen Titans Pilot they're shooting this year? If so are you totally excited because I sure am!

a) YES! YES! YES!

b) NO THEY WILL RUIN IT SO BAD!

c) I didn't even know they were filming a pilot/I could care less

d) Other (let me know...)

Thanks for the support despite my lack of updates lately, I have some really great people reading my story so thanks so much. It truly does mean a lot to me.