A random passerby would have thought the house was a mini castle. To Robin and Terra, a billionaire's son and a former princess, it didn't impress them. In fact, they were more impressed by how each other cleaned up. Robin reduced his daily gel routine, keeping his spiky hair to a minimum. His blue eyes worked well with the blue shirt and black pants he traded his uniform for. Terra, who used to be perpetually covered in a film of dirt now had a fresh face subtly accented by makeup. Her dress had a flouncy skirt, looking classy but playful.

They walked up to the mini castle with confidence like they went in all the time. Against the dark of night and a quiet, upscale neighborhood, this home had all its lights on, blaring music, and crowds of teenagers pouring in and out of the doors. Barely anyone gave them a second glance.

"Good work," Slade purred into their earpieces, "You two do know how to look like normal teenagers."

They ignored him and stepped inside. The music was louder here and they could barely talk without yelling and risking being overheard. However, they had talked it over with Slade all day and knew to investigate the house and follow any adult present, all while looking like they were enjoying the party.

They scanned the main parts of the house where the party was: the kitchen, living areas, and anything on the ground level. They checked the pool and backyard for anything unusual. It took a while, with the crowds and pretending to dance and mingling with other teens and pretending to sip alcoholic drinks, but over time, they managed to cover the basic party spots. Now, to move up or down the floors of the home without getting caught.

The upper floors were easier with less people in the way and whenever they came across someone, Terra just pretended to act like a drunk girl looking for the bathroom. This charade happened a lot as every time they opened a bedroom, they interrupted a couple looking for a private moment.

"You do that way too well to say that you've never drank," Slade muttered after her fifth performance.

In time, they ran out of rooms upstairs to check. They headed back downstairs and to any other unusual places in the home they could check. They scoured the garage, then the basement which held a game room, movie theater and two lane bowling alley. All these rooms were vacant. But, at the end of the second lane, they noticed part of the wall slightly ajar. They walked quietly toward it, and Robin opened it to find it to be a hidden door. The door held a flight of old, rotted wooden stairs, but a lightbulb at the bottom was on.

"You keep watch," Robin whispered to Terra as he started to descend the stairs.

II

Jinx was too antsy to go back. To stop the car, to sit anywhere. She was on the highway, miles away from Jump, with the music blaring and her sunglasses on, with too much adrenaline to take her foot off the brake. She knew. She knew in her heart she'd take him back, that she trusted him and knew he wouldn't let any girl replace her, but she was still wired from her reaction and emotions. She also didn't like admitting she was wrong.

It wasn't until it was sunset that she turned back around. She illegally U-turned on the highway (some of her villain habits still hadn't escaped her) and headed back to the city. With her fingers strumming the wheel to the beat of the radio, she was still too nervous to go back but knew she had to at least start thinking about it.

On her way, through a shortcut in a wealthy neighborhood, she noticed music coming from somewhere not in her car. She shut her radio off, and followed the sound and then the bright lights a few blocks beyond.

"A party?" she asked herself. She looked and saw it crowded with teenagers dancing and immediately felt relief. This was a perfect way to get rid of her excess jitters: dance it off and make some new friends.

III

"No one seems to be down here," Slade was sitting at his desk listening to Robin speak, watching the feed from Robin's minuscule body cam. The one lightbulb made the whole area dim; Slade would not be able to see as much as Robin once Robin's eyes adjusted.

"What do you see?" Terra read Slade's mind.

"Not much. Table, some chairs. Can't read what it says, but looks like a white board. Looks like fresh writing." He took a photo with flash to capture it in the darkness.

"HEY!" a male voice echoed in all three of their earpieces. Someone's mic had caught another voice.

Slade checked the camera views but no one was in sight. Robin moved to under the staircase, and therefore encased in darkness. Terra turned away from the secret door and Slade could see a large man barreling towards her.

"Whatcha think you're doing down here?!" he screamed.

Terra was shocked, but she played into it, "I-I was just looking for the bathroom! Um, I'm sorry, I just, I thought this was the basement and might have one and…I got kinda lost."

Slade saw the man's face soften, "Oh well, you seem like you've had a lot to drink tonight. Here, I'll come show you where it is." He gestured to follow him and then put his arm around her, "You know, have you met my son yet? He could use a girl as pretty as you."

Slade and Robin could sense Terra's internal disgust, but she kept it in and followed the man out. Once they heard the bowling alley's door shut, Slade chuckled.

"Her acting skills are exactly why I wanted her back."

Robin scrambled up from his hiding spot, and in the moment, noticed a pile of files on the table. He snagged them.

"Was that him?" he asked, running up the steps and checking for a clear exit out of the house. He would have to walk through the party. With the files secured under his shirt in a secret compartment, he made his way, a bit roughly, through the crowds.

"Don't look like you want to leave," Slade reminded, "Go slowly. Ease your way out."

Robin slowed down, took a drink from a table and pretended to sip. He could see Terra being introduced by the man to a younger version of him. The dark brown hair, strong jawline, and offsetting stare at Terra were things they shared.

"That's him." Robin answered his own question.

"It is," Slade confirmed, "That's Alpha."

Robin watched Terra as they both heard Slade's answer. He was right, she was an actress. She didn't tighten a muscle, didn't make a face, didn't break eye contact from the man. She knew he was danger; she didn't know the extent.

That's the face of my kidnapper, Robin thought.

Author Note: Hi y'all, please let me know what you think!