Finishing the upload of a digital version of the information Question gave him, he studied it for the second time. Laughing, it didn't help the other hunters. He had free reign in the city. No more watching over his shoulder ever second of the day would make everyone's life a lot easier. Switching to the cameras in the Tower, he wondered what the Titans were up to. They were in the rec room resting from their high speed firefight.

"You know, he may have beaten us," remarked Cyborg, "but you have to admit, the sliding trick that he pulled on you, Robin was pretty cool."

Giving a slight laugh, "Yea, haven't had a bad bike experience like that since Rancid broke my arm," sounding a bit more serious, "but I still can't figure out why he runs from us."

They were all silent. Writing up a quick email, saying sorry for hurting them and he was a fall guy and the proof was the attached the digitally copy of the evidence, Jake sent the email to the Titans.

Returning to the video feed, his ears the alert signaling his email had arrived.

Getting up, Cyborg read it.

Snapping back around, "Guys, it's from Jake, and you guys need to read it," bringing it up on the big screen.

Reading the email, they continued on to the evidence.

"I know some of these names," commented Jinx bringing everyone's attention on her, "What, when I was with HIVE, some of these people we would pay off so that if caught, we got off light and could escape easily. And I see at least three other names that supply the academy with weapons and supplies."

"If we have this information," said Raven, "we could get the warrants cancelled."

Looking at the list of names, "I also know a couple of these names," commented Robin, "Back when I was still working with Batman, we broke up a cult gathering that was going to 'sacrifice' a teenage girl. Some of these names were people that we had put away."

"So, does this mean the Jinx was right in the way of removing the hunters so demons could take over," remarked Beast Boy.

Robin nodded.

Looking at Jinx, "Wow, maybe you should have gotten into the hero academy instead," said Terra, "you've got a good intuition."

Smiling, Jinx had a bright blush. Cyborg whispered something in her ear in which she playfully punched him in the arm causing her to rub her hand afterwards.

"What's going on here?" asked a new voice.

Unable to use the camera he been watching from, he switched to another revealing the majority of the senior members of the Justice League standing at the doorway of the rec room.

Stepping forward, Batman read the screen.

"Where did you get this information?" asked the Dark Knight.

"Jake just sent it to us," replied Robin, "the entire time, it has been a frame up to take him out of the picture."

Looking back at the information, "Have you cross checked it yet?

Shaking his head, "We just received it no more then ten minutes ago," answered Robin.

"Good, because it's a dead end. Everyone on this list is ether dead or in jail."

"And speaking of jail," said Green Lantern approaching Jinx and Terra, "isn't that where you two are supposed to be."

Looking him over, "We're are Titans now," said Jinx, "and I don't know about Terra, but my criminal records were sealed."

Before anything could be said in her defense, Lantern surrounded Jinx's wrists with a pair of green glowing cuffs.

"Consider your record unsealed," he said.

"LET MY GIRLFRIEND GO!" yelled Cyborg running up behind GL to knock him out of the way.

With a burst of speed Superman got in front of him. With a simple push, he sent Cyborg flying into the back wall. The wall cracked, but didn't give way. The titans stood in shock.

Looking Robin over, "You are letting one of your teammates date the enemy," said Batman.

Before Robin could speak, "Boyfriend Robin, what is happening?" came from Starfire.

Batman looked at her, then back to Robin.

"And you are dating a teammate," bringing his back of his hand against Robin's jaw, "I made you, Robin, and this is how you repay me, by going against my rules. You now know the dangers of dating teammates, they can betray you before you know what happens."

"Enough, we were obviously wrong when we allowed the Titans to be formed," said Supermen, "As of right now, there will be no more Titans. Jinx will be taken back to prison. Terra will be taken in for questioning for the events prior to her disappearance. The rest of you will leave this city."

Silence as the Titans looked at each other.

Breaking the silence, "What about Jake?" asked Raven, "What will happen to him?'

Staring at her from the corner of his eye, "We will find and arrest him," commented Superman, "He will be trialed as an adult for his crime," squinting his eyes, "What is that around your neck?"

Gripping the dog tags, "It doesn't matter what they are."

Superman nodded at Flash. In a blink of an eye, he got the necklace off her neck.

Studying them in his hand. "Someone's dog tags," reading the name, "Their Jake's"

"Where did you get them?" asked Batman.

"For your information, Jake gave them to me the night he left, along with a letter saying that he would be back for them."

"I may not have been born in a man's world," laughed Wonder Woman, "even I know that means he will never be back. He left you just so he could go bang another poor girl."

"YOU'RE LYING," Raven screamed even though, "There's some truth there," crossed her mind.

"It doesn't matter," said Superman stepping between the two women, "even if he wasn't lying, we will catch him and he will be behind bars, so ether way, you will never see him again," looking at the other Titans, "go pack, you will all have escorts in one hour to the airport, where you will take a plane back to you home state. If you have no family, you will be put under state care in the state you were born in."

They didn't say another word, the Titans just left, defeated by they're superiors.

Sitting behind a chain link fence that caged off his desk, a police officer studied his travel brochure. His vacation time needed to be used up before the new fiscal year.

"Two days and counting," he thought.

A buzz went off. Staring at a TV screen, he saw two officers bringing in a new guest for the jail bar motel. Pushing a button, a green light came on to signal the officers that it was OK to enter. They headed towards him.

"Hello, Gill," greeted one of the officers.

Getting up, "Hello, Williams," staring at the prisoner, "Whose the unwelcome guest?"

"This is Robby Knievel," pushing the prisoner closer to the fence, "Say hello, Robby."

No response just those blue eyes shifting from Williams to Gill.

"See, practicing his right to remain silent."

"What did he do?"

"Besides breaking the rules of the road, he thought he was Jackie Chan just not as funny."

"Guess the feds won't be interested in him."

"Yeah, besides no ID," placing the helmet and sweat jacket onto the counter, "This was all he had, no black fedora or duster coat."

Pulling the helmet and jacket through the opening between the fence and counter top,

"Less paperwork to do."

"Only for more to replace it," grabbing the prisoner's right arm.

Gill pushed another button. Another buzzer went off. Williams and partner could their prisoner towards the holding cells.

Returning to his desk and brochure, "Two days," he thought.

Gill wished his vacation started now for he didn't like how those blue eyes stared at him.

Following the stairs downward, they headed towards the holding cells. The prisoner's eyes stared at the black stenciled numbers and letters above the cell doors. 1-A on his left as 2-A was on his right. After 10-A, 1-B appeared. Seeing 4-B, his feet stopped.

"Hey keep…" got interrupted by the prisoner slamming his right foot onto the Williams's left foot.

His partner got tripped. Jumping, the prisoner slipped the cuffs under his feet. Driving his elbow into the back of Williams's partner's, his left foot connected with Williams's face. Removing the keys from Williams's gun belt, he opened the cell door up and entered.

Finding Rogers proved to be easy. He was the only one in the cell. He was sitting on a bench staring at the wall.

"Even jail couldn't keep you headhunters from reaching me," sighing, "Here for my head?"

"Yes."

Sighing, "I'm tried of this existence," shifting his attention to his visitor, "Who'll collect you head when there's no one left to behead?"

"I'll worry about that when the time comes."

"Bet you will," returning his eyes back to the wall, "Let's get this over with," getting up.

Turning his back to his visitor, Rogers went to his knees.

"Do it quickly, demon killer."

Covering the cuff chain with both his hands, light glowed through his skin. Walking towards Rogers, he wrapped the chain around Rogers's neck. Pulling, the chain sliced through Roger's neck.

Tapping the chain with his fingers returned the chain to its dullness. Stepping out of the cell, he dodged the nightstick that headed towards his skull. Slapping the cop's gut allowed him to wrap the chain around cop's neck.

Looking over the cop's shoulder, blue eyes saw gun barrels pointing at him. Using the cop as a shield, he walked away from those guns. Prisoners screamed to kill the pig, but he didn't have a reason to kill the cop, yet.

Finally he came to a thick metal door that led to the prisoner loading dock. Pushing the door handle, he leaned against the door. It wouldn't open. Kicking it, his ears detected metal snapping. Leaning against the door, it still wouldn't open. Studying the door frame, he saw the door hinges.

Looking over the cop's shoulder, he still saw trigger fingers ready to blow him away. Moving close to the door handle, he pushed it, hooked it with his elbow, and opened it enough for the back of his right heel to catch the edge of the door.

Removing the chain from around the cop's neck, he pushed the cop towards the trigger happy cops. Swinging the door open with his foot, he ran outside and closed the door as bullets slammed into the metal door. Leaning against the door, he placed his right palm against the door and door frame. The metal began glowing red. Hearing a car horn, he left the fissured door.

Running towards a dark blue car, the green haired female passenger opened the driver side door for him.

Getting in, "Keys," he said putting the car in drive.

Leaving the underground parking lot, the young woman opened a leather case up. Taking the cuff key, she handed it to him before they emerged with the traffic. Unlocking the cuffs, he threw them over his shoulder.

Taking Rogers's picture out, "So he's died right?" asked the woman.

"Yes."

Ripping the picture up, "One less demon to worry about," she remarked tossing the pieces into the air.

The driver instead stopped the car.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked the woman.

Taking the keys, "Stay here," he said leaving the car.

She watched him climb up and over a chain link fence. Getting out, she found a hole in the fence and went after him.

Banging against the door, the cops stopped when the lights started flickering.

Inside Rogers's cell, energy shot from his body and short circuited the police station's computers and fuse box. It traveled along the power line blowing lights out and destroying transformers. It finally came to a vacant lot and struck the man who killed Rogers.

The green haired girl started in disbelief as she watched this man absorbed Roger's life force. When he stopped convulsing, he got up and walked towards the girl.

Walking past her, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the car?"

"Rath, was that…"

Still walking, "What Susan?"

"Was that Rogers's life force?"

"Yes," coming to the chain link fence.

He went over the fence and opened the car truck. Using the hole in the fence, Susan joined him as he slipped on his black duster, slung the strap of the satchel over his shoulder, and placed a black fedora on his head.

"Thirsting?" he asked.

"No."

"Oh yeah, you need to make a report," he said turning and walking away from Susan.

"What about the keys?" she yelled.

He threw them over his shoulder. Going over her head, they landed near a storm drain.

Sitting there in shock for an hour after the Titans left the Tower, going their separate ways Jake kept watching the League. They stood like statues. Nothing came through the speakers until Jake's ears detected a sinister voice.

"I must admit, I am impressed."

Changing cameras again, focusing on three new figures. The first reviled was Brother Blood.

Turning to the other two, "I may be able to control the younger generation of 'hero's'," said Blood, "but this high priest can control the Justice League."

The second figure was the one eyed man himself Slade.

"Yes, but when given the power of a demon like Sabaoth, you should expect great things. Isn't that right, sir?"

The third man stepped forward causing Jake's blood to ran cold. It was Marcus.

He spoke, "Of course, and using the Justice Leagues against the Titans, forcing them to separate was brilliant if I do say so myself," said Marcus, "And this also works towards are goal in capturing young Raven. She more then likely believes that she will never see her Jake again. Things are working even better then before. And both of you will get what you are after as well I believe."

With Slade's mask, Jake couldn't read his face, but Blood smiled.

"Yes, I get Jinx back to punish her for defying me and Cyborg to keep my promise of pulling him apart to see how he ticks."

"And I will be allowed to retain my two failed apprentices," said Slade. "Now that Batman deemed Robin as a failure, he will see no other choice then to follow my teachings and my order."

"But what of Beast Boy?" asked Blood.

Marcus smiled, "There is a church in France that is contently short on food. And since they only eat meat, Beast Boy will serve them well. Either as beef, chicken or pork, it doesn't matter."

Turning the cameras off, "Those heartless bastards," whispered Jake.

Something moved behind him, Jake snapped around. Lifting the gun off the table, his eyes searching for movement. Seeing nothing, he stepped forward, scanning the room. Thinking his ears playing tricks, he lowered his gun. Turning around, he came to face a duel sword wielding ninja. For a moment the sight registered, he jumped back bringing his gun barrel o bare on the stranger.

"Who are you?" Jake called out, "Why are you not wearing purple?".

The stranger just stood there. Placing his weapons back in their sheaths on his back, he pulled off his mask revealing a six feet tall male with short black hair and dark blue eyes and dressed completely for the ninja part of some Johnny Cage movie.

"You crossed paths with the mythical ninja," he said, "my name is Otomo, codename Ninja-O and I am a hunter like you."

"We figured you could use the extra muscle around here," called a voice from behind Jake.

Looking over his shoulder, Jake saw three other people, all female.

The first female was a slim five foot seven female with shoulder length red hair and what looked like green eyes. She wore all black leather including matching gloves with exposed pieces of metal and a pair of army knives on her belt.

The next female was wearing a leather jacket and red tube top which Jake barely saw as well as jeans and black boots. She was just a couple inches shorter then the first. Her brown hair with dyed blonde tips went past her shoulders and hazel eyes. Strapped to her back was a leather case with nasty looking daggers on her sides.

The last female was wearing a black strapless dress that seemed torn in many place. Across her waist was a red sash holding a pair of daggers. She had a pair of shackles on her wrists with a chain leading behind her. Her black hair tied in a ponytail with long bangs on her face. She wore a bridle over her face. On her forehead was a black crest moon, as well as a similar moon on a choker around her neck.

Looking the women over a bit longer, Jake's attention went back at the ninja, Otomo. They all looked like hunters.

"So," lowering his gun, "shouldn't you all be hiding?"

The woman in the black leather stepped forward.

"We felt you needed help. Hank was captured and Burns is dead. Not to mention that all of the other hunters are now wanted in every sector."

Sighing, Jake didn't want the help. With Blood, Slade, and Marcus controlling the Justice League and the Titans now long gone, he needed the backup.

Nodding, "You, ladies, got names?"

The woman in the black leather held out her hand.

"The name's Etana," pointing over her shoulder, "The one in the jacket is Daria and the one with the bridle is Hazara."

"I take it that you all have hunter experience and know what you're doing?" asked Jake, "We're needed on the streets and get the Titans back if we can before any major trouble begins," watching them all nodding, "Ok, what is it that you do?"

"Bounty Hunter," answered Etana,

Walked towards Jake, Hazara touched his arm allowing him to hear, "Assassin and torturing." inside his head.

"Anything that lets me kill demons," remarked Daria causing Jake to stare at her, "A demon brutally killed my mother and I want revenge."

Shrugging, "Works for me. Alright, here what we are going to do. Etana, Otomo, and Hazara, I want you to find the Titans whereabouts. They've been disbanded by the Justice League and sent off to different parts of the country. However, most are going to be captured and forced into hell by ether Slade, Brother Blood, "mentioning of Slade and Blood caused Etana and Daria to go pale, "or a daemon name Marcus. I want to beat them to the Titans and get them back here where they can be some help."

They nodded.

Raising her hand, "Want about me?" asked Daria.

Looking at her, "you and I will stay here in the city, stopping any demon that gets in our way. But leave the Justice League to me."

She nodded.

"Alright people, you've got your orders, now get to hunting."

Why do all bars have that smoke hanging in the air? Who cares? Where's that bar?

Sitting on a bar stool, "Bartender, a shot glass and bottle," ordered Rath removing cash from his coat pocket.

The bartender put the glass down. Opening the bottle, he was about to fill the glass.

"I'll do that myself," said Rath counting his cash, "How much for the bottle?"

"$5.50 per glass."

Looking up from his cash, "I'm not buying a glass, but a bottle."

"We don't sell bottles."

Moving his fingers, "Twenty for the bottle."

"Twenty for the bottle," repeated the bartender.

Handing the twenty to the bartender, "Get lost," grabbing the bottle.

When the bartender left, Rath filled his shot glass. Placing his hand around the glass, his fingers began to glow. The glowing stopped. Removing his fingers from the shot glass, the clear brown liquid was replaced by a white liquid. Holding the shot glass, he poured the white liquid into his mouth.

Licking his lips, "Too sweet," he thought.

Instead of refilling his glass, he shifted his eyes towards the blond haired man wearing a cloak that covered his body. Actually the cloak was his wings.

"Didn't know this place sold milk, hunter," remarked the man.

"Actually it's rice milk," turning the stool to face the shell of a man, "You're not here to drink so deliver the message before I kill you."

"Should warn you, hunter. I've got a camera recording us, hunter."

"Been warned and now the message."

"The alley way on between Memorial and Twenty-Seventh."

"Question, why are you telling me this?"

"Simple, hunter betrayal is a demon's specialty not some organization ran by bureaucrats, hunter."

"Fine, got something to tell you."

"What's that, hunter?"

Smiling, "I'm not a hunter and don't care about that camera,"

Grabbing the bottle by the neck, he slammed it against the edge of the bar. In a blink, he was gone and the demon messenger felt a small pain in his neck. Trying to turn his head, he couldn't move it instead his head fell from his neck and landed on the floor before his body did.

Now the footage from that camera would show Rath smashing the bottle then disappeared then the demon's head falling off. If one could slow it down, they would see Rath taking the smashed bottle and beheading the demon. Only one problem, the camera got fried in a freak electrical storm.

Rath didn't get out of the parking lot before car alarms went off and head lights flickered on and off. Again he got electrocuted. How the life of a demon knight sucked? That could be the title of someone's biography, expect Rath didn't have time to write it. He had to meet a fellow demon knight who wanted a dual to the death which the council had outlawed. Doing something that was outlawed and the fact he was outlawed, how god had that crazy sense of humor working over time.

Getting up, he staggered out of the parking lot.