Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans but I do own Razor McKlan and the characters from The Last Descendant.

A/N: This chapter is short but it plays a key role in the story. You'll probably see why when you read it.

Razor awoke the next morning in his bed. His clothing was missing except for the blue jeans and glove. Thinking about last night, he found it quite funny. Him sleeping through his so called date with a psycho while the others did the rest. For once when dealing with someone in need of anger management, he didn't need to lift a finger. Hell, he sure did sleep soundly.

Lifting up from his position and moving the covers off of him, he crawled out of the bed. Neatly against the wall was his sword leaning against it sheathed in its scabbard. Beside in it pairs was his armor in their individual piecing ranging from the helmet to the boots. On the table was his belt, twin handguns, glasses, plates, and normal clothes neatly folded. They must have been washed several times because all of the grime and dust was gone, along with the smell.

After getting dressed, he looked out of the window while slowly strapping the plates to his gauntlet one by one. The sun was rising and he knew it was almost time for Raven to get up. She'd probably be there to train again. Her progress had really surprised him. He'd knew she could now control her powers without fear of them leaking out in her emotions but what he wasn't sure of was if she really wanted to be able to express her emotions. Lately though, she somewhat seemed a bit differen. Less non emotional, to an extent, and more like an average teen, but she still kept to the monotone and sarcasm. Though Beast Boy did happen to say once that he saw Raven laugh and the world was still in one.

"Razor. You're awake. Sleep well?" "Mark. What do you want this time?" "Just trying to say good morning my dear brother. Anything wrong with that." "Don't make me laugh. You wouldn't contact me for something so pointless. Get to the reason why you called me." "Tell me. How does it feel to be in a team again?" "What?" Razor yelled out in in concern about the comment as Mark continued to speak to him through his mind, "How does it feel to be in a team again? I'll admit they're not like your team but they are skilled." "Why do you want to know?" "Just curious. Maybe I should pay them a visit. See if they live up to DSF's standards. I'm sure you remember DSF. You lead that team, remember?" "Shut up!" Razor yelled as his power started to surround his body in an aura. The tower shook violently as the aura expanded even more.

Nightwing and the others woke up to the constant shaking. "Is that an earthquake? No, can't be. There aren't any in New York." He got up as Starfire just awoke. "What's going on? Is this a quake of the earth?" "Don't know." Dick answered as he put on a pair of pants and rush out of the room. He ran down the hallway and into the living to be confronted by a sleepy Beast Boy and a wide awake fully dressed Raven. "What's going on?" He asked as the psychic replied, "Not sure." "Dude, there's Cy. Maybe he knows what's going on?" Beast Boy said about to fall asleep.

"Not a clue. All of us are here except Starfire and Razor." Raven said as the tremors suddenly stopped. "I'm right here friends." The Tamarainian said as she entered the room dressed in a robe. "That energy. I recognize it somewhere. But where…Razor!" Raven started toward the hallway, "It's Razor. Come on and see what's wrong." "How do you know?" Beast Boy said. "Trust me. I know." With that, she continued down the hallway with the others. As she came to stop before Razor's door and opened it slowly. A black light erupted out of the room blinding everyone for a quick second.

As their eyesight returned, before them was something they never thought they'd see. Razor's power was surrounding his body in an aura as a voice shot through all of their minds, "Well Razor. Looks like your friends came to see the real you. The cold blooded killer who calls himself a hero" "Mark, you bastard. Is that all you have to say?" "I'd love to talk a bit more but I have an important meeting to go to. Until we meet face to face again. I'll leave you to what little peace you have." "Dude, who was that?" Beast Boy said now wide awake. "Ok. Now I'm not the only one who heard that right?" Cyborg tried to convince himself that he wasn't going to crazy.

"Razor, who was that?" Nightwing asked as he saw the knight turn around to face them. He was completely armed, guns and all, and looked like he was about to explode. "Mark." The knight walked toward them and then past. As he entered the hallway he started toward the elevator, "Razor. What are you?" Nightwing whispered as the knight stopped. "I'm leaving now. Don't follow me. There is something I have to discover for myself. I'll come back when I'm ready. Until then, just leave me alone" Raven took a step toward him, "Razor, we're trying to help you." "Stay back! If you come any closer I'll kill you myself." He replied in a threatening tone of voice.

As Razor entered the garage below the tower, he got on his motorcycle and drove through the garage door and down the road over the bridge toward the forest where she found him. They all thought that would be the last they'd ever see their distant friend again. Though he really didn't take any missions with them, he was interesting nonetheless.

Nightwing stood in disbelief with the others about what just transpired. "Ok." Beast Boy said with a long pause, "What just happened." "Please tell me that was not Razor." Starfire asked a bit shaky from the frightful view. "His power, it's great. Just like I thought it would be but I didn't realize that it was that powerful. If he is that powerful then what kind of enemy are we up against?" Nightwing questioned as his communicator went off. "Nightwing. What is it?" "I need you and the others to come down to Gotham. We think there is a way to stop the Astral Knight though we need the Dark Knight's help." Batman said on the other side. "We'll come but his help is impossible right now. He just left and we're not sure if he's ever coming back." "I see." "We'll be there later tonight. Nightwing out." He turned off the communicator and slid it back into his pocket as the others looked at him.

"So what's the game plan Night?" Cyborg asked folding his arms across his chest. "Simple, we head to Gotham but one of us needs to stay just in case Razor decides to return or something happens. Raven, you should stay. You can handle yourself easily and I know you don't mind peace and quiet." Raven just nodded as the others went to go pack. This was going to be an interesting week as the others were getting ready to leave but her mind stayed on Razor. "Razor. What caused all that anger to swell up inside of you? Why did you leave? It makes no sense."

Beast Boy was sitting beside Cyborg on the couch with their suit cases in front of them, "Hey Cy. Does it look like Raven has changed ever since he came here?" "Well yeah. Nightwing said Razor's been training her on how to control her powers without suppressing emotions." "No. I mean, does it look like Raven might actually have the hots for a certain someone?" "You mean Razor? Are you kidding? Razor can't stand her. Come to think of it. He really can't stand any of us. Well, he tolerates us but like us? Naw." "Well, it's just that they've spent a lot of time together. It makes you wonder a bit." "B.B. If there is one thing that I've learned about Raven is that she won't ever like anyone like that." Cyborg said as Nightwing and Starfire stepped into the living room with the other two.

"Ready to go?" Nightwing asked as he adjusted his jacket. The four heroes took their luggage to the car and packed them in the trunk. Cyborg climbed into the driver side with Beast Boy on the passenger and Nightwing and Starfire in the back. "Hey Nightwing. Tell me something." Cyborg said, "Is it possible for someone to really have that much power or were we just imagining it?" "It was real. But what I'm more worried about is this Astral Knight. Razor said he's never been able to beat him one on one. If true, then what hope do we have?" "Not sure man. Not sure."