SNAP-SNAP.

SNAP-SNAP.

"Juice this mother fucker…"

Not exactly the words you wanna wake up to. Nothing good comes from those words. I mean, did your father ever say that right before he gave you ice cream? Didn't think so. If he did, you probably came from a fucked-up family. Join the club.

I snap back and let out a scream as they plant the metal prongs on me. You guys remember when I told you about something being 'like a Taser to the balls'? Well, looks like I was wrong. Nothing is quite like a Taser to the balls except for a Taser to the balls. Looks like I would learn this fact the old fashioned way.

The prongs hit the sack again. To be honest, it's actually a cattle prod, but it all works the same way. Try it for yourself. Wait – better not. Unless you got good damn health insurance. You know, the ones that won't ask you why the fuck you stuck a Taser to your dick in the first place? Guys like that are getting harder to find in this day and age.

The snapping stops. Looks like fun and games are over. Fine by me. Didn't plan on reproducing any time soon at my rate. The doors open in front of me, and the sunlight blinded the shit out of me. Blinking my eyes, I realize four of Tribal boy's buddies are dragging me across the concrete top of a pretty posh resort. Wait a sec…I've seen this layout before. Can't be…Fuck yea, it is! It's the H.I.V.E.! Damn – when did they get a heated pool? Shit, Titan Tower ain't even half as nice as this. Such a fuckin' shame it's all going to a bunch of douche bag do-badders. Still sliding on my knees. Gonna fuck up these pants if they keep at it. Then again, the pants are probably the least of my worries. Finally, we come to a stop. Down on my knees, I look up. I find myself staring at the ass of a shadowy figure. Not complaining, though. It's nice. Very feminine…

At least, I hope it's feminine…

Rodolfo smirked as his boys backed off of Logan. His job was done. Now they could get paid.

"We have Logan, Headmistress," he said.

The Headmistress…That's what Gizmo had said right before Tribal boy popped him. Guess when Mod took ill they hired this bitch to run the show. Good. Now I finally get to see the brains behind this fuckjob they pulled on me. Then I'll kill her.

The figure turns around. Her eyes look down at me with a tint of lust and sadness. Don't know why, but something's not adding up here…

Oh God…it's her…No, it can't be! My emotions say no, but my mind speaks the truth. It is her…

Rita…

Rita Farr stood before the young hero. Her robes matched that of Brother Blood's, but her mask still sat upon her face. She was the first face who ever showed the young Gar Logan compassion for his being. She was the one she had helped raise until that very day he broke free from the control of her husband.

She was Elasti-Girl. She was also the Headmistress of the H.I.V.E.

"Garfield," she said, a smile coming to her face. "It's been far too long."

"Rita, what the fuck is going on?" Logan growled as he took in the sight of his adopted mother in Blood's robes. "Why the fuck are you running the H.I.V.E.?"

Elasti-Girl smiled. "Call it multi-tasking," she said. "I've had a lot to do since Blood was killed."

"Fuck him," the hero said, spitting on the ground. "He was a bastard, and we both know that. What I don't get is why you're here. Why did Gizmo speak of you?"

"Oh, that little runt," Elasti-Girl said with a snort. "He was just a patsy, designed to draw you out and expose yourself."

The wheels in my mind spin out of control as the pieces coming flying in. It's like the blender from Hell and I'm making smoothies for everyone in the damn city.

"What do you want with me?" he asked, dumbfounded.

Rita's face hardened as she knelt down to look him in the eyes. "I knew your heart would survive," she said, coldly as she cocked her head to the side. "I knew you could survive. Mod's incident gave me the chance to put myself in the position I would need in order to carry out my plan."

"And what plan is that?" Logan asked, grimacing.

The woman stood back up, a sad look crossing her face. "You know, Gar," she said quietly, "I loved you like a son. Granted, you were always treated like a dog, but I knew you could survive. I almost had hope you would become the greatest Doom Agent in the world."

Like that, the sadness was gone, quickly replaced by a wave of anger. "But you did something unforgivable," she said. "Something I just couldn't…forget."

Glaring down at the green man, a single tear rolled down her stoic face.

"You killed Steve…" she said, firmly.

The fight in the copter flashed before my eyes…my hands around his neck…the snap…

"Mento," he said, coldly. "Hope he's burning in Hell now."

"He was my husband, Gar!" Rita said, grabbing her hair in frustration. "You killed him, and you don't even seem sorry about it!"

"Guess he taught me too well," Logan said, smirking.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" the woman said, slapping him across the face. It was then that she saw the communicator on his belt.

"Rodolfo, give that to me," she said, quickly. Miguel plucked the device off the Titan and handed it to the headmistress as she made a "tsk-tsk" sound.

"You and your toys," she said. "No wonder Steve wanted to kill you all."

With that, she smiled.

"Call for help on this, little boy," she said, pressing down on the red button. Sparks shot from the device as she tossed it into the pool.

Thanks a lot, Rita. You just made my day…

Robin's eyes glanced up at the screen as a loud siren went off.

"The communicator!" he said. "I got a lock!"

Quickly, the other Titans gathered around the screen like moths to a flame.

"Where is he?" Raven asked.

"He's…he's at the H.I.V.E.!" the Boy Wonder said, feeling a slight grin come to his face. "Cyborg, contact Aqualad and the Herald. Tell them we have a lock on BB's location!"

The Titan nodded as he sent out the signal. Before he could connect, however, a dark portal opened up in the center of Titan Tower. All of them watched as Aqualad and Argent came through the swirling blackness, followed by the Herald.

"Speak of the devil," Cy said.

"Yo, who wants a nice chilled organ of major importance?" Aqualad said, holding up a blue cooler.

"You guys got the heart!" Raven said, a smile coming to her face.

"Yup," Lad said. "All we need is a patient."

"That might be a little tougher to round up," Robin said, his face grim.

"Why?" Argent asked, rubbing her arms to fend off the cold.

"BB's at the H.I.V.E.," the Boy Wonder said.

"Fuck!" Aqualad said, angrily. "I told that little dickweed to stay out of trouble!"

"When's he ever listened to anyone?" Raven said, shaking her head. Sighing, she looked over at Robin. "What do we do now?" she asked.

The Titan leader sat in thought for a moment. "We do what we need to," he said. "Aqualad, you, Raven and Cyborg prep the medical ward! Herald, get ready to toot that horn of yours something good!"

With the speed of a mongoose, the hero typed up a priority message to send out among the channels. It read:

CODE ONE PRIORITY MESSAGE:
TITAN IN DISTRESS
NEED ASSISTANCE
ACTIVATE BEACON AND WAIT FOR HERALD
BRIEFING UPON ARRIVAL
CODE ONE PRIORITY MESSAGE.

"Think that'll get their attention?" Robin asked the Herald.

"Like a lightning bolt to the brain," he said, smirking.

With one click, Robin sent the word out.

"Get ready to go," he told the Herald. "Get everyone that you can and bring them all back here to the Tower. We'll need every single hero we can muster!"

"Roger, Robin," the Herald said as summoned his portal

'Hold on, BB,' Robin thought as the screen began lighting up with signal beacons. 'We're coming…'