Camera 15: Cyborg's Eye

Raven caught up to Cyborg on the stairs. His steps were hurried and rushed; it was obvious he wanted to see the other two Titans. The light shining on his shoulder illuminated the steps before them, but brought eerie shadows from areas unknown.

"What'd he say to you?" Cyborg asked once Raven's footsteps slowed to match his own.

"Nothing much."

"Figures." Cyborg snorted. As they neared the broken door it was deathly silent. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Camera 2: Lobby

It was still pretty dark in the Lobby even though the sun was inching up over the horizon. Raven smelled blood. It was good she didn't have the same deadly bloodlust as other demons she knew. Then again, she wasn't exactly a demon herself…

Cyborg stepped in the empty room. Even with his light it seemed as though nothing had took place in that room. Had Slade played maid and cleaned up after the fight? Highly doubtful. A chair or two was turned over, but nothing overly dramatic… The couches weren't singed by a certain starbolt, nor were there claw marks anywhere.

"I'm picking up no signs of Slade…" Cyborg read aloud checking his scanners, "Beast Boy and Star are here though, I'm positive."

"I can feel Beast Boy…" Raven said slowly feeling a bit relived, "But I can't seem to find Starfire…"

"That's…Not good."

Raven went toward the far wall, the one closest to the window. Crouched behind the sofa were Beast Boy and Starfire. The alien was unconscious in Beast Boy's arms.

"What happened man?" Cyborg asked a shaking Beast Boy.

"I-I don't know… Slade. It was Slade… He-He did this thing and it did this thing to Star… I don't know what happened!"

"She's not bleeding." Raven stated the obvious. Beast Boy allowed Cyborg to take Star off his hands and get some readings off her blood pressure and heart rate. After a quick examination, Cyborg had found nothing seriously wrong. She seemed all right.

"Nightwing's up on the roof right?" Cyborg asked, "We should tell him!"

"Shouldn't we be heading to the Med Bay?" The half-demon asked.

"Nothing's working in there. Besides Nightwing would want to see Star even though I'm pretty sure nothing serious happened."

"…Right." Raven reluctantly agreed, "You take Starfire to Nightwing. I'll find Slade."

"Are you insane!" Beast Boy yelled out. Raven jumped—slightly. "S-Slade's in the Tower and you're going in after him?"

"That's what I said Beast Boy."

"…Alone?"

"Alone." She paused, "Why?"

"I…" He looked at Cyborg expecting some backup excuse or reassurance. Something told him this wasn't right—that it wasn't right to go with Raven. To their inevitable deaths or their worst nightmare—whatever the hell Slade had up his sleeve! And yet… And yet if he didn't go, she'd either come out alive… Or die alone. Wait a second, why did he suddenly care what happens to her? Sure, the grudge was over but that meant nothing. That just meant they were friends again… Right?

Cyborg hesitated to speak but couldn't wait any longer, "Look you guys work this out, I'm taking Star up to the roof."

Raven watched Cyborg go out of the corner of her eye. Slade wouldn't hit them on their way up there would he? No, I don't think so. He'd wait... He'd wait for Nightwing. She couldn't stand around there all day though and she sure as hell couldn't wait for Beast Boy's damn answer. She'd just go alone. It'd be easier that way. Raven headed out of the Lobby and into the gym.

Camera 3: Gym and Medical Bay

She tore through the recently opened gym door. Evidence seemed to show that Slade was in here at some point, but if he still was she didn't know. He had tried to put the door back so it seemed untouched but that trick would have only worked on Starfire and Beast Boy. A little frustrated and tired of his game Raven was not in a happy mood. She proceeded to kick some dumbbells that were in her way. A couple of 50 lb. weights were lying around, Cyborg's own weightlifting contraption, Beast Boy's treadmill, punching bags, wrestling mats… Nothing looked out of the ordinary.

Still not quite morning yet the room remained still and full of shadows. Raven glanced around. Nothing. She swept on her heel and turned to leave.

Slade's fist connected with her stomach out pf nowhere. The power of his punch sent her flying into Nightwing's punching bag.

"Slade!" Raven yelled out and quickly recovered. They squared off gauging each other's strength. She gently touched the area were Slade's fist hit. It was burning with pain and begging for revenge. And she would give it just what it wanted.

A change of perspectives…

"Nick honey wake up."

Nick groaned. Twisting in the bed sheets he turned to his wife. Damn her and her internal alarm clock. Geez, wasn't it Sunday? Can't a woman let her man sleep in once in a while?

"Hmm…?" he asked. She should be lucky he was even giving her the time of day!

"Hon, don't you have to go to work?"

"What?" he asked groggily clearly annoyed she had woken him up, "Is that new Teen Titans show over yet?"

"No, it's not even out yet." Sam answered remembering what the TV Guide said.

"When's it airing again?"

"Tomorrow."

Nick sighed and closed his eyes, "Then I don't have to work until the day after tomorrow."

"And why is that?" she asked suspiciously.

"I took a day off so I could watch it when it airs."

"Nick!" Sam yelled in surprise with a 'how-could-you?' look on her face. Or was that a 'god-how-childish-of-you' look? Oh, hell he didn't care.

"As all the kids say these days: chill." Nick groaned.

"We don't have any kids." Sam reminded him, "Moron."

"Well…" Nick paused, "…We could if—." She slapped him. "Ow!"

"You know we could have just taped it!"

"No… That would ruin it! I'd be behind the whole world."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, while everyone else is watching this I'll be at work and then I'll have to come home and watch it… I don't know Sam, I just don't like that."

"You just want to stay home." She said bluntly.

"Yeah, that too."

Camera 3: Gym and Medical Bay

She eyed his contraption—the same one he had earlier. Judging by the way he leaned slightly to his right meant the thing was pretty heavy. He caught her calculating the weight of his gun and straightened up. It was a subtle movement but it did its purpose. She smirked. At least this little exchange of glances and movement proved her to be a worthy adversary. No, she never let her guard down, never gave up, never stopped training even if it was her who had said they were getting too old for it. She couldn't help it. It was her life and she'd fight or die trying.

Slade was the first to attack. Closing the distance between them, it seemed he was flying on air, he was so fast and agile. Raven didn't even attempt to block his strike. This was a waste of her time. He tried to sweep her off his feet with a low kick to the knee but she was just as fast—evading it easily.

"Heh." Slade laughed. Raven glared at him watching closely for any sudden movements. "You know…" Slade paused, "All I ever wanted was someone to follow in my footsteps."

Raven didn't care much. Why the hell was Slade telling her this stuff anyway? It didn't matter, he was only prolonging his death.

"When I saw Robin…" Slade continued, "I said, 'That's him.' I knew he was the one. But Robin cared too much for his friends… So then when I came across Terra, she seemed perfect—a bit unstable—but she didn't have any friends. I suppose it was partly my fault I didn't realize she was so stupid to befriend you Titans… But that stupidity proved to be my advantage. She followed my every word… Until she defied me. Then I found you… And your secret."

"Stop babbling you bastard." Raven growled.

"Oh so you don't want to hear your part of the story?" Slade mocked.

"No. I don't!" she yelled and flew at him with blinding speed. A sleek blade of magic enveloped her arm, extending outward into a very dangerous-looking blade. A trick she'd picked up while testing the limits of her telepathic powers.

Slade dodged it barely but she spun back around too fast and she could feel the blade slicing through his cold armor effortlessly. Blood spewed from his wound slowly trickling down his arm. Not stopping in between attacks she lunged for him again twisting around to grab the gun on his shoulder trying to get a clear view of its parts. She wasn't sure what would happen if she destroyed it.

It brought back memories. Painful ones, but memories nonetheless. Times when criminals were still criminals… Times when the Titans were still the Titans, and times when the heroes prevailed and the bad guys fell. Ah, the good days… When Raven still couldn't control her powers, couldn't smile, couldn't laugh, couldn't do the things normal people did. But she had changed she was sure of it… but were the others sure too? She didn't know.

He watched her as time slowed to a snail's pace. He saw her grab it, saw her turn, saw her bring her blade down to destroy it… His feet wouldn't move, his legs turned slowly… his shoulders swung ever so slightly to knock the gun out of her hands. She pierced his shoulder as time sped up again.

Slade was on the ground clutching his new wound crying out moans of pain. Raven landed with a thud and jumped away from the bleeding man incase he had something hidden up his sleeve.

"You… You were the only one who had the power to control me. Because of your damned father's contract…" Slade trailed off.

"Maybe you should've read the fine print before you signed the paper." Raven sneered.

"You're nothing but a demon." Slade fired back. Raven flinched. Slade saw his chance and bolted for the door. He disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

She let him go. Why? She didn't know why. She just did. Was it pity? No, she knew he'd come back. Raven had it all figured out. This was make it or break it. All or nothing for Slade. Too bad he'd get nothing.

Camera 9: Roof

Cyborg slammed the door to the roof open.

"Nightwing!" he yelled. Their leader should've been right here. Right where they left him. And yet… He wasn't. Cyborg gently lowered Starfire to the floor.

"Nightwing!" Cyborg cried out again. Shit. He felt so guilty. This was all his fault. If it weren't for his damned show and his damned company he—or anyone wouldn't have gotten into this mess. It was fine with Atlas and Adonis… He didn't know Slade would show up! Furthermore, he only had a day until the show aired… Which pressed him for time. He needed to be back in his old life—wearing his suits, writing papers in his office, greeting co-workers, designing new things for the shop—before the show aired. This was not good. Not good at all.