Robin's smile widened as Jericho's possession skills took over. Within seconds, Logan's eyes shone the same deep crimson that the others shared. It was over. They had their prize.

"Good Job, Jericho," he said to the possessed Logan. "I'll radio the master and tell him that we have the situation under control."

"I'm sure he'll enjoy that," Cyborg said, smirking. "What about this asshole?" he added, jutting a thumb over at Logan.

"I'll let Jericho deal with that," Robin said. "He'll probably will him to kill himself. That way we'll have one less thing to worry about."

"Well, when he does, tell him to do it off the roof," Cy said. "I don't wanna be stuck cleaning that shit up."

"You and me both, brother," the Boy Wonder said, nodding his head. Looking at the possessed hero, he gave a final nod.

"Finish it," he said.

Hmm.

Funny. Never been possessed before. Kinda thought you lost control of everything. Mostly right. Jericho's got control of my body, but I still have my mind. Gotta say, this is some bullshit. I'm a backseat driver in own body! Doesn't get too more fucked up than that. Gotta get him out before he leaves me in a bad position – likely a deadly one. But how? Jericho's an enigma. All we know is that Slade's his dad, Rose's his sister, and Bob's his uncle…

Heh. Couldn't resist.

Anyway, this kid's seen some shit in his past. Betcha anything he hasn't seen the shit I've seen. Since Slade's mindfuck caused them all to forget all the shit that happened at the Perez and the H.I.V.E., I'm willing to guess they would be rather shocked to see that shit again. At least, Jericho's gonna. He may have control of my body, but I can flood his mind with some crazy shit. Try this on for size, you ukulele-playing fucktard…

Deep within Logan's subconscious, Jericho winched in pain. What had just happened? It was as if a flash of something had weaseled its' way into his mind. Something that wasn't his own. Shaking it off, he concentrated on moving Logan to the edge of the clock tower. A ten-story fall should be plenty to put this punk out of action…

FLASH!

"Okay, you know what? DING. Time's up."

"Wait, what do you mean by 'DING'? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'DING'?!"

FLASH!

Jericho stumbled in his mental control. Outside, Logan stumbled to the ground before getting back to his feet.

"What the hell was that?" Robin asked as he watched the possessed hero rise.

"Nothing…" Jericho said in Logan's voice. "Just a little…problem with connection."

Deep inside, however, the young man was worried. Never before had someone given him such a difficult time while under possession. Perhaps this Logan character was as dangerous as his master had said him to be…

FLASH!

"I…uh…kinda totaled the Cy-Car."

"You WHAT!? Oh, the horror! The HORROR! BB, I'm gonna kill you!"

FLASH!

Jericho shook his head again. What was that? Where the hell was it coming from? More importantly…why did it seem so familiar?

FLASH!

"BB, how in the world did you survive a fall like that? Ravager told us what she saw that day. Hell, I probably couldn't have survived that! Gimme some answers!"

"Blind luck? Divine intervention? The twisted inner machinations of a deranged fanfic writer? Take your pick."

FLASH!

Logan's body hit the rooftop yet again as Jericho's control faltered. That one…that had been too familiar. Like it had occurred right before his own eyes. What was this? It had to be a lie…No one was that unstoppable…

FLASH!

The green man stood before him once again. This time, however, he was covered in flames. It was impossible…but it was. What kind of fuckin' monster is HE?!

FLASH!

Get outta my head, motherfucker!

"Jericho, you planning on killing this fucker today or wha-!" Cyborg's jaw dropped open as he saw Jericho snap back onto the ground – this time in his own body. Despite all odds, Logan had successfully exorcised Jericho from his body!

"Dammit!" Robin said, narrowing his eyes. "He's a persistent one, that's for sure!" Balling up his fists, the Boy Wonder charged in full tilt. All he needed was one solid shot to end this guy's night. Impact in three, two one…

WHAM! The full force of Robin's punch landed – smack dab into Logan's outstretched palm. In shock, the former Titan looked up at the green man. What he saw wasn't pleasant.

Okay, I've about had enough of this shit. Trying to be the nice guy. Trying not to do something I might regret. But all fuckin' bets are off now. You wanna dance? Then let's dance, assholes!

Robin's head snapped back as Logan drove a knee right into his face. He barely had time to register the fact that blood was leaking from his nose when the Titan drilled him again. And again. And again just for the hell of it.

"SHIT!" Cyborg said, watching as the team leader stumbled to the ground, his face a mangled mess. "Somebody put this fuck away NOW!"

"Gladly," Starfire said, charging up an other energy bolt. Before she could fire, however, Logan was in her face.

"You'd best fire that, bitch!" he roared, spit flying from his mouth. "Pray to motherfuckin' Allah that you HIT ME!"

The sheer outburst from the Titan was enough to make the young girl waver for just a moment. It was all Logan needed. His fist snaked out, catching her right in the stomach.

"OOFH!" Star grunted, doubling over. As she did, the Titan took her back. He needed to buy some time, and he had the perfect method for doing so.

Starfire may have been a Tamaranean. She may have been a member of one of the universe's most feared warrior races, but even she let out a gasp as the cold steel pressed against her throat. Had she or her friends been of sound mind, they never would have expected to see the sight before them – Logan holding his combat knife to her neck, his other hand gripping her hair. It seemed that the tides had turned, and clearly not in their favor…

The look on their faces is priceless. They may be Slade's playthings, but they know that they've been had. Good thing they don't remember who I am. If they did, they'd know I was bluffing…At least, I hope I'm bluffing. Who knows how far this thing's gonna go. Will they back off, or will they just blow a huge hole right through her to get to me? What if Slade commands them to? Will they do it?

Why am I asking you?

Anyway, I hold my ground. So do they. They're looking for an opening. Not gonna give them one. Better be prepared for anything. Shit could start popping off at any moment…

"TITANS!"

The single word echoed across the rooftop. The word itself was common, but the voice behind it was unique. Robin and the others stiffened up as Slade emerged from the stairwell.

"Robin, you allowed our friend to take ahold of one of our own?" he said, his eye narrowing behind his mask. "I am…disappointed in you. I thought you were better than that."

"But, Master-!" Robin clammed up as the mercenary raised his hand. He knew better than to argue with him.

"So," Slade said, his focus now on Logan, "you seem to be making a bit of a name for yourself…Mr. Logan." The last words were spoken slowly, as if the merc half-expected a response from his brainwashed followers. Nothing so far. The control was holding.

"And you seem to be making a bit of a mess out of my fuckin' home," the Titan said, coldly.

"Your home?" Slade said, slightly amused. "This is not your home. This city, these people – they belong to me."

"I don't see your name on 'em, asshole," Logan shot back.

"Give it time," the mercenary said. "As soon as you and your bothersome little friends are out of the way, I can recreate this city in my own image."

"Yeah, that of a half-blind fuckwad dressed for the Fetish Ball," Logan said, a slight smirk on his face. "Count me out."

Running out of time. I take a quick glance down at my communicator. I like what I'm seeing…

"Logan, you're a funny man," Slade said, firmly. "Sadly, I have no use for your brand of humor in my world. Today, you die."

"Probably," the green man said, shrugging his shoulders. "But, before I go, I got a little something to tell ya."

The merc cocked his head to the side. "And what might that be?" he asked.

Logan gave a grin. It was time.

"Pizza delivery," he said.