(A/N)- Okay, so I lied-I said it'd take one or two days to upload this chapter and it took... five or six? Would it help if I said I had to pack the computer up and move back to college in the middle of everything?
And this thing was a monster to write. Ten pages, wow. I wasn't kidding when I said that thing about this episode being pure fanfic fodder you know. (So many possibilities! Who thought what! How they escaped! How various peoples interacted during after and between the scenes! Whyaren'tmorepeoplewritingforitomg?! COUGH! Okay genfic writer nuttiness over now.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing I tell you! Nothing!
Game Over
The three of them trudged silently through the forest, none of them wanting to voice the fear they all felt; the fear that they were the only Titans left, that everyone else had been captured or…
Well, they didn't want to think about that either.
Cyborg was in the lead, scanning the vegetation for the familiar landmarks that led to their destination. Kole and Gnarrk followed along a few paces behind. The caveman's eyes were darting warily around their surroundings, suspicious of every unfamiliar rock and tree, and he hovered closely in the wake of his pink-haired companion. Kole stared straight ahead at Cyborg's receding back as they made their way. The only sound was their soft muted footsteps scuffing the dirt, and faint chirping from a pair of unseen birds in the forest canopy. The silence was uncomfortable, almost oppressive. The three teenagers felt an ever-increasing need to relieve the tension, but none of them knew what to say.
It was Kole who finally broke the silence.
"You think anyone will be there?"
Cyborg checked the readings in his arm while he answered. "Don't know. Everyone's tracking signal went offline after Robin's broadcast. Without the communicators, we have no way of knowing where and how anyone is."
"That means there's a possibility right? That someone escaped?" Kole asked. A trace of anxiety rose with her voice.
The homing beacon in Cyborg's arm started beeping. Cyborg turned to the side and pushed the overhanging ferns away with his free hand. They had arrived at a door in the middle of the forest, a door connected to a large metal bunker that served as an emergency base of operations for the Titans.
"Looks like we're about to find out." Cyborg said, lowering his arm and pushing past the ferns to open the door.
-TT-
Moments later, after walking through the long hallway beyond the entrance, Cyborg and his two followers passed through the second, inner door into the main room of the bunker.
A figure seated on the couch stood straight up and lifted into the air a little at the sudden hiss!, bright glowing orbs appearing around her hands. As soon as she recognized the newcomers her face broke into a relieved smile.
"Cyborg!" she cried happily, streaking over the couch and floating over to him.
"Starfire!" Cyborg said, relief flooding over him as well. "You're all right?"
"I am undamaged." the alien princess replied, giving him a gentle hug. The young man patted the girl on the back, peeking over her crimson hair a bit to survey the room. Bumblebee and Red Star were there as well, floating in both far corners. As Starfire pulled away, Bumblebee flashed him a lopsided grin.
"Nice to see you alive Sparky."
"You too Bee." Cyborg told her. "Red Star." He acknowledged the hero with a nod, which Red Star returned.
Starfire reached to give Kole a hug as well. "I am happy to see you all well."
"Gnarrk and I are both fine, thanks to Cyborg." Kole explained, returning the gesture. "He managed to buy us the time we needed to get away.
The half-robot shrugged. "Gnarrk did most of the work, actually, by leading us to the way out. All I did was generate a couple holograms to throw Gizmo and Billy Numerous off the trail." he admitted.
Gnarrk ducked his head bashfully at the praise. "Gnarrk gn-arrk gnarrkgnarrk."
"We had a pretty close call, though." Kole added softly, gaze becoming distant.
The Tamaranian nodded, unconsciously rubbing a welt on her arm from Kitten's electric whip. "And we as well." She straightened and turned to Cyborg. "Your communicator," she queried anxiously, "is it also-?"
Cyborg grimly held up the dead, nonfunctional device.
Her face fell. "Oh." she said inadequately. The mood of the room suddenly turned very somber, the brief happiness brought on by Cyborg, Kole, and Gnarrk's arrival fading swiftly away at the reminder of their predicament. Starfire had ceased floating and stood quietly hugging herself with her arms.
Kole took out her own broken communicator and looked at it glumly. "Guess calling for reinforcements is out of the question, huh?"
"Great." Bumblebee groaned, dropping to the floor. "How're we supposed to contact anyone if our communicators don't work?"
Starfire's eyes flicked over to Cyborg, who stepped forward. "I have a separate radio built into my arm." he announced, tapping the device. "It's on a different frequency than the others so it wasn't affected by the signal. I've already tried it though." Cyborg relayed soberly. "None of the communicators are responding. Robin's last broadcast triggered some kind of self-destruct in the internal circuitry. He stopped the Brotherhood from being able to track us, but…" He trailed off and let the cracked dark screen of his Titans communicator speak for him.
Red Star, Starfire, and Bumblebee all exchanged significant looks that Cyborg couldn't decipher the meaning of. He glanced back at Kole and Gnarrk but they only shrugged, just as clueless as he was.
"This is very bad news." Red Star was muttering. The Russian locked eyes across the room with Starfire. "Suppose they find out where the Brotherhood is keeping our friends. How are they to send word to us?"
The alien princess leapt to reassure him. "I am certain that Beast Boy will find a way." Her faith in the changeling was evident in the inflection of her voice.
"Beast Boy?" Cyborg repeated, uncomprehending. Realizing her friend's confusion, Starfire floated over to the table and plucked a small piece of paper off it, then quickly breezed back and handed it over to him. Cyborg took the piece, upon which was a note written in the changeling's messy but recognizable scrawl.
It read:
Gone to pick up the Brotherhood's trail.
Took Herald, Pantha, Más, and Jericho with me.
Will return if we can't find anything.
--BB
That little grass stain… He'd gone off and run headlong to face his old team's arch-nemeses. The cybernetic teen gave an aggravated sigh. "Figures." he grumbled, crumpling the note in his palm. "Could've at least told us where he went." He dropped the piece on the floor.
A long silence followed.
"So… we're just gonna wait here hoping they call or come back?" Bumblebee guessed, folding her arms and leaning against the wall.
He wished they had another option. He really did. Waiting drove him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to rush into battle with the Brotherhood and teach them a few things about messing with his family. He had his section of the T-ship still. The other three could fly alongside and he already knew he could fit Kole and Gnarrk in with him.
Without knowing where to look though, it was just as useless as the dead communicator in his hands.
The other Titans stood quietly, deferring to his leadership and waiting for his answer.
His mouth straightened into a thin line.
"Looks like."
-TT-
The Titans remnant passed the time mostly in silence, pacing back and forth, taking to the air when that wasn't enough. The more mechanically inclined among them went around the bunker making sure everything was there and running properly. Short accounts of escape were traded. Kole and Gnarrk sat on one end of the couch together, playing a game with sticks gathered from outside. Bumblebee had decided to try and get some sleep, and was currently splayed face-down across one of the lower bunks in the side room. Red Star and Cyborg both knelt by the table, attempting to fix the team's communicators. Starfire floated in the air above them, fretting ever more anxiously as the minutes passed.
"Have you tried Robin's?" she asked them suddenly.
They glanced up at her, puzzled.
"His communicator." she clarified. "Since it originated the signal perhaps it was also undamaged by its effects."
"I hadn't thought of that." Cyborg confessed, scratching his chin a bit before shaking his head. "Even if it still worked," he said, "I don't think Robin's in a position to answer."
Her brows furrowed, her wide eyes were bewildered and perplexed. "Why not?" she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her tone.
Kole looked up from her game. "You didn't hear his last call?"
The Tamaranian dipped her head. "I am afraid I lost my communicator before then." she explained.
"It's not good, Star." Cyborg told her, frowning bleakly. "I can hear Madame Rouge in the background."
An expression of distress flashed across her face. She settled down lightly on the floor, biting her lip, her eyes troubled. Red Star stood to his feet, touching a hand to her arm in concern.
"Starfire? Are you all right?"
Her face looked pale. He could feel her shaking. "I feel ill…" she pronounced weakly. Red Star sat her down on the couch before her knees gave out and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"It will be all right." he whispered in her ear reassuringly, rubbing her upper arm. "You will see."
She murmured gratefully, but otherwise said nothing.
At that moment a phone in the bunker rang.
The Titans all jumped, startled, and snapped their heads as one in the direction of the intrusive sound. Bumblebee rubbed her eyes blearily as she sat up on her bunk. After a few moments Cyborg got up and walked over to the wall jack where the phone was mounted. He paused, uncertain. The eyes of everyone in the room watched him nervously.
He lifted the receiver to his ear.
"Uh… hello?" he called hesitantly.
"Collect call to Titans Tower. Your pizza delivery is here." a dry voice deadpanned.
Cyborg nearly dropped the phone in joy. "Raven?!" he exclaimed in disbelief. "Man is it ever good to hear your voice! Where are you?"
He found out a few seconds later when a large patch of floor turned black and a screeching bird shape emerged and swirled to reveal the empath, Kid Flash, the three children she'd babysat once, and their giant teddy bear guardian. Raven was holding a mobile phone to her ear and smirked as she flipped it shut. "That answer your question?"
Over on the couch Starfire's eyes visibly brightened. She leapt up, ran to her friend, and threw her arms around her. "Oh Raven!" she cried. "I was afraid I would not see you ever again!"
Raven grimaced at Starfire's crushing grip but managed to collect herself once the alien princess let go, only to be captured in another hug from Kole.
"How'd you get away?" the pink haired girl asked excitedly.
"Tossing a spell-caster familiar with inter-dimensional travel through a portal? Please." Raven replied, rolling her eyes. "They practically let me escape."
"I wanna know where you got that phone." Bumblebee said as she came up, wings buzzing and smiling broadly.
The empath waved nonchalantly. "Borrowed it from the monastery when I went to pick up the kids."
"They have cell phones?"
"They're monks, Cyborg, not hermits."
The half-robot rubbed his head sheepishly. "Right." His tone turned serious. "Listen Rae-we need help. The network is down, all the communicators fried, a good portion of the Titans probably captured. BB is out with a group of his own trying to track down the Brotherhood of Evil's base. With no way to contact him though, we don't know where that is."
"I know where that is." a small voice interrupted.
Cyborg and Raven looked down towards their feet. Melvin stood there innocently, as though she'd only revealed she knew the directions to the library instead of the location of their biggest villain threat's fortress.
Raven glanced around the room at the other Titans, just as dumbfounded at the announcement as she was. "You do?" she said skeptically.
Melvin scratched her ear. "Uh-huh. We were playing in the tunnels once and accidentally found it. The mean stretchy lady chased us. That's why Mommy and Daddy sent us away."
All at once Cyborg was kneeling by the little girl, who shied away, startled. "Listen-Melvin right?" She nodded meekly. Cyborg spoke in an urgent, but very gentle voice. "Melvin, our friends are in trouble. We really need to find them. Will you tell us where you remember the Brotherhood's fortress is?"
The six-year-old felt nervous at how the bigger Titans were crowding around her. She pointed at her brother. "Timmy knows."
Cyborg turned to the younger boy. "Timmy?"
Timmy clutched his blanket and tugged on Raven's cape. The empath got down to his level and he whispered in her ear.
The Titans held their breath.
Raven's face broke into a smile. "No Timmy, you won't get in trouble at all. In fact," she said, straightening up, "when this is over, you can stay up late and have extra dessert." She faced her friends, raising her hands. "We're going to Paris." she announced, the black aura already spreading around her palms.
The remnant of the Titans looked around at each other with wide, excited eyes, and then broke into celebration, eagerly readying themselves to face their enemy and rescue their comrades.
"Booyah!"
"All right!"
"Glorious!"
"Gnarrk!"
"Bring it on!"
"Aw, now? But I haven't had a chance to say hi to everyone yet!" Kid Flash complained as the aura surrounded them and whisked them away.
-TT-
It was dark and the only sound he could hear was the Brain's voice droning away in the distance, and the roars of approval from the audience that had gathered to witness. Robin sat curled in a fetal position inside the glass capsule, his head buried in his arms, trying not to think about how much he hated himself right now.
He'd already tried breaking the glass, so he knew that escape was pretty much impossible at this point. All he could do now was hope for rescue.
If anyone was still left.
Come on, his inner "Starfire" voice reprimanded. Stop guilt-tripping yourself. The Titans are okay. They escaped, and they're on their way here right now.
He sighed.
At least I hope so…
The crowd outside was getting louder in pitch and fervor. It must be getting close to the time he'd be brought out. Soon he'd be lined up on the shelves with the others, frozen, lifeless, the blood cold and still in his veins.
He shook himself out of contemplating his fate, his mind drifting back to the Titans. He wondered where they were. Raven, Cyborg, Beast Boy, Starfire…
Oh gosh, Starfire… he hoped she was okay. The last thing he'd heard from her communicator had been the crack of a whip and her scream of pain. He'd nearly given himself a panic attack, actually, calling out everyone's names ever more frantically as they stopped responding and only the frenzied sounds of combat came through. Of course then he'd been attacked himself, and that had forced to him to focus pretty quickly.
He replayed his battle against Madame Rouge over in his head, analyzing the details. Was there any other way he could have ended that fight?
No, he decided, sorting though all the various scenarios and then shoving them aside. The Brain knew what he was doing when he sent Rouge after him. Nothing Robin could have done would have stopped her. All other options still led to him being cornered and captured. He'd done the best he could hotwiring that self-destruct signal to every Titan's communicator, stopping the Brotherhood from being able to track them.
So why didn't he feel reassured?
Robin lifted up his chin and rested it on his forearms. The hopeful little voice inside him struggled feebly to break through his melancholy. He tuned it out, listening instead to the Brain's artificial monotone.
Strangely enough, the villain's monologuing out in the chamber incited defiance inside him, instead of despair.
He blamed it on the cocky tone. Only Slade's gloating could ever truly unnerve him. This just made him laugh. The Brain was going on and on about how brilliant his decisions and leadership had been, how strong and unstoppable the Brotherhood was, how clever he was to have defeated Robin's strategy.
Right, the Boy Wonder sniffed. Congratulations Brain; you outsmarted a fifteen-year-old.
It was actually scathingly funny now that he thought about it.
"And." the Brain announced suddenly above the din. "For. Your. Part. A. Gift."
The conveyer belt started up. Robin got up, placing his hands on the glass, his brows narrowed with cool determination. This was it.
The light grew as he neared the opening. The Brain's voice said, "I. Give. You… Robin."
The crowd cheered.
-TT-
Have to hurry, have to hurry, have to hurry… the thought pounded in Beast Boy's head over and over as he and his small rag-tag team of Honorary Titans raced through the halls of the Brotherhood of Evil's base.
The changeling pumped his legs as hard as they could go in human form. His mind raced frantically. Private Hive had said they were about to freeze Robin. Maybe there was still a chance they could get there in time to stop it. Even if they couldn't, surely they'd see where the Titans were being kept and be able to rescue them. There would be a mess of villains to fight for sure, but he hoped they'd be distracted, caught off-guard. They hadn't exactly been quiet when they'd taken out those crooks back down the hallway.
Come on, move it! his mind shouted at him. His friends were in there and they needed his help.
He rounded the corner to see a large door at the end, one he guessed led into the main chamber, the very heart of the fortress. The other four kept close pace behind him as he pounded towards it.
"Door…" Pantha warned.
"Robin's not the only one with flash bombs." Beast Boy replied sternly, not flinching or breaking stride as he reached into his pocket and took out a small round capsule he'd hurriedly stuffed in there as they were leaving the hideout. He drew his arm back and hurled it at the door.
A bright orange explosion flared in front of their vision and pieces of shrapnel flew everywhere. The Titans ran through the smoke and into the chamber, skidding to a halt behind Beast Boy as the changeling stopped and yelled out, "All right Brain! You're going-"
A single spotlight turned on over their heads. "-down…" finished Beast Boy weakly, looking around the room and realizing how staggeringly outnumbered they were. In the shadows all around them the eyes of almost every villain they'd ever faced shone gleefully. Derisive laughter floated around their heads.
Beast Boy fumed, the heat rising to his cheeks as he realized they'd been expecting him. Stupid Private Hive remembering Cinderblock couldn't talk. He clenched his fists tightly. "What's so funny?" he demanded. But he already knew the answer. They were laughing at him. He and his rag-tag team, his dramatic entrance, his pathetic little heroic effort, were hilarious to them. They thought he was a joke. Like everyone always did.
Madame Rouge's husky laugh came from behind and above them. "The five ohf you against all ohf them? Even I find tat amusing."
The furious shape-shifter ignored the sniggering as he whirled around and narrowed his attention on the elevated platform where the Brain and his generals-Rouge, Mallah, Immortus-were standing.
"Tell me where our friends are!" he shouted.
"Little. Green. One." the Brain chortled condescendingly. "You. Always. Try. So. Hard. And. Always. Fail. So. Completely."
Beast Boy inhaled a slow deep breath through his teeth, willing away his rage so he wouldn't do anything stupid. He had to hand it to the Brain-the thing knew exactly which buttons to push to demoralize his opponents.
"This. Time. Will. Be. No. Exception."
"Where are they?!" he screamed.
"Vould you like to say hello?" asked Madame Rouge, spreading her hand out towards the far wall. A light went up and Beast Boy's throat went dry. Titans lined the wide shelves, all lifeless and unmoving, frozen in ice. His heart crept up into his throat as his eyes scanned over the figures. Speedy, Aqualad, Thunder…
Beside him Más let out a horrified cry.
"Menos!"
The shape-shifter's eyes came to rest on Robin. "No…" he gasped. Not Robin too… He'd blown it. He'd failed. If he had just been a little sooner, faster, stronger…
"Oh, but eet appeers that you are too late." Madame Rouge cooed in mock sympathy.
The changeling glared at the host of villains surrounding him. So that was it then. He posed no threat at all. He was just a nuisance to them, a pesky little cockroach about to be stomped on and thoroughly squashed.
Beast Boy gritted his teeth.
Not this time. Those were his friends up there and he wasn't going to give up without trying.
He curled his fingers into a fist. "I think we can take them." he growled.
Pantha cracked her knuckles.
"I think you are correct."
-TT-
Cyborg motioned for the Titans to regroup. One by one the teenagers slipped into the closest dark alley out of sight from the men guarding the entrance. The Brotherhood's fortress had been ridiculously easy to find once they had arrived in Paris. They hadn't even needed the directions Melvin and Timmy offered.
Raven decided she was definitely going to snark on the Brotherhood for that.
She listened quietly as they gathered around Cyborg. The half-robot glanced around to make sure they were alone, then whispered, "All right, this is how it's gonna be: There's a large room about fifteen meters below the surface. Sensors indicate a lot of people down there. My guess is that's where we'll find the Brotherhood. Starfire,"-he turned to the Tamaranian-"I want you to take Red Star and Bumblebee and come in through the roof."
She nodded.
"Kid Flash, you storm the main entrance."
Kid Flash saluted.
"Kole and Gnarrk,"-they straightened as Cyborg addressed them-"There's a tunnel that runs right up underneath the main chamber. We're going down into it, then up through the floor.
Raven perked to attention as her friend shifted focus to her. "Raven," he told her, "I want you to take-where'd Kid Flash go?"
The empath looked around where the speedster had been a moment before, but was now nowhere to be seen. She shrugged.
Two loud ooofs! came from the direction of the Brotherhood's fortress and in a blink Kid Flash had returned.
"Sorry boss." he apologized. "You were saying?"
Cyborg waved him off, shaking his head. "Never mind. Anyway Raven, you take Bobby and the kids up through the back. On my signal…" he finished, "…we blast through. Titans-"
They stood.
"Go!"
-TT-
Okay, so he'd really overestimated their chances, Beast Boy thought as Johnny Rancid held him pinned against the floor with his foot. At least this time it had been due to the sheer number of opponents rather than not trying hard enough. He was proud of his little team actually. They'd put up a valiant fight. Probably the best fight he'd ever been in, even if it had been hopelessly one-sided. It had still taken effort on the part of the villains to subdue the five desperate teenagers. If he died right now knowing his last act was being a thorn in the Brotherhood's side, he could be content.
He really wished he could've won though.
"Madame. Rouge." the Brain said. "Add. Them. To. The. Collection."
Beast Boy felt the villainess's hands yanking him out from under Johnny Rancid and the next moment found himself inches away from her sneering face.
"Any final vords?" she taunted.
The changeling was about to tell her something decidedly impolite, but stopped when he heard a crumbling sound below him. He looked down in confusion, and then around the room. That couldn't be any of the villains-they were all still accounted for. The crumbling came again louder. The floor cracked under Rouge's feet.
Titans.
Beast Boy's heroic resolve returned full force.
Oh yeah. He was totally going to save the day this time.
"Yeah." he said, eyes narrow. "I wouldn't stand there if I were you." With that he morphed into a fly and zipped away just as a large explosion of blue sonic energy ripped through the floor.
Madame Rouge went flying.
A metal foot set down on the rim of the hole the checkerboard floor now sported. The young man's face was set into a firm mask of determination.
"Lesson number one…" Cyborg started.
-TT-
Frozen as she was, Argent couldn't move or speak. She was, however, dimly aware of what was going on around her. She wasn't entirely sure of the specifics, but she was pretty certain a battle was going on and that one side was decidedly losing. Badly. Although this time the side that had been winning before was losing now. She couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. A brilliant white flash filled her vision and suddenly-
She wasn't frozen.
Argent blinked. The sounds of the battle now drifted up clearly, filling her ears. She peeked over the edge of the shelf.
Several things happened very quickly.
She noticed a bunch of teenagers fighting against a large group of people.
She recognized Starfire among the teenagers.
And the unpleasant dark-haired woman among the larger group.
She realized the people the teenagers were fighting against had to be villains.
She glanced at her fellow Titans on the shelves.
Then she shrugged, powered up her hands, and went to join the melee.
-TT-
Down below the battle raged on. One by one, the formerly frozen Titans charged up their powers, and sailed off the shelves and into the fray. Those without powers either shot out some kind of line, or just jumped off into the empty space. All except one.
Robin stood on the edge of the bottom shelf, searching the faces in the crowd anxiously. His heart leapt in relief when he spotted the familiar flush of red hair floating above the conflict, the graceful form it belonged to still very much in one piece, even after slamming Madame Rouge into the wall beneath him.
"Starfire!" he called.
Her head jerked up towards him. Her expression lit up.
He smiled. "I could use a hand."
She sailed up towards him, giving him a highly welcome rib-crushing hug before she took his hand and flew them down to the combat.
-TT-
The air was filled with explosions and flying bodies. Limbs and blasts of power crashed into each other. The ranks of the villains steadily dwindled. Everywhere she looked, young heroes who barely knew each other were functioning as a cohesive unit, tag-teaming, coming to each other's rescue, taking on villains together. An older lad whom Argent swore she recognized from somewhere even tackled her out of the way of a laser blast from a large yellow-and-red robot and blasted the felon away with a stream of fire.
Argent promptly returned the favor by smashing an oversized plasma hammer into the chest of an amphibious humanoid charging towards him.
She glanced briefly towards the elevated platform above the fighting. Her friend Starfire, Robin, and a few others were up there, surrounding the thing that looked like a saltshaker and a giant gorilla. She would have liked to watch longer but a little pink-haired girl in a darling blue miniskirt suddenly required her assistance to avoid getting squashed by a robotic villain with arms like a steamroller. Argent flicked the villain off course with her powers, and then went looking for the cantankerous older git that had captured her.
-TT-
The Brain could not believe what his visual implants were seeing.
Against all odds, against even all logic, his hereto-for unstoppable coalition of villains was losing. To a group of teenagers. Half their size. And led by the most pathetic and incompetent one of them all. Beast Boy, that pestilential green runt constantly trailing on the heels of the Doom Patrol and his worthy foe Mento.
To say the Brain was ticked off would be a massive understatement.
At least defeating the infinitely more capable Titans leader Robin and crushing his fledgling network was a satisfying challenge. But this? This was embarrassing.
He decided he was going to leave with his dignity intact.
And not before leaving a parting gift to rid himself of the young Titans for good. As Mallah carried him up the scaffolding and away from the Teen Titans, he remotely activated the fusion bomb. Satisfied that it would all be over soon, he only waited to escape the humiliating situation.
-TT-
"He is not getting away." Beast Boy declared, shifting into a pterodactyl and taking off after the retreating form of Mallah. Robin ran behind and underneath him, shooting off a grapple line. The cord pulled taut and Robin was soon riding straight towards the ceiling after the changeling.
The two soon overtook the Brain and his henchman. Monsieur Mallah looked up in surprise as he found the way blocked by both of them.
The tables had turned. Behind them, countless white defenders busy sweeping the board of black pieces. Before them, Robin and Beast Boy, the alpha and omega Titans, holding them in check. The Brain may have thought his fusion device would stop them, but neither the shape-shifter nor the Boy Wonder were fazed. They both knew their friends could handle it.
The game was already over.
The formerly crushed Titans network was reborn and taking flight.
All that was left now was to capture the king.
Robin's expression was steely and cool as he uttered the final, completely accurate statement:
"It's over Brain."
(A/N)- Gah... this makes me want to go back and watch the episode all over again...
