Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans but I do own The Last Descendant.

A/N: You've probably guessed that my writing isn't the best, as English has always been one of my worst subjects. After this chapter I'm going to look over the others and see how I can make them better. Might change them a lot or a bit but they'll still keep the plot of the chapter. Oh yeah, if you're wondering. This has nothing to do with The Last Descendant except with the fact that Razor McKlan and Mark are in it and keep their normal equipment and past. It's more like a "what if" fic. Like many of those "what if Spike survived his fight against Vicious instead of them killing each other" fics.

The full moon shone its silver rays of light through the blackness of the sky as chilly winds blew throughout the city. In the cover of darkness lied a familiar shadow searching for answers to his many questions. He was with the Titans for less then a week and now he already broke off from them. As he silently moved through the alleys, patrolling for any leads, he himself was being watched. He knew it. His senses told him though they couldn't tell him who it was.

"Someone help!" A woman's voice cried. Normally he wouldn't care about someone in danger, just his mission. But the others would help. Maybe it was time to turn a new way of life and help someone in need for once. Without being dragged by another for doing it. Then, in a burst of explosion, he took off into a dash toward the source. At the end of the alley connecting to another alley was a woman being mugged by two roughly dressed men with knives.

"Come on lady. Hand over to cash and jewels." The thug in a shredded coat ordered while his partner in crime reached for the purse. Razor reached under his coat and pulled out his grappling hook. With one quick spin he threw the hook toward the purse hooking the handle and with a quick jerk, ripped it out of the would be thug's hands. Both thugs quickly turned around, "Hey man. You best leave before we start cuttin' on ya. Ya dig?" The second thug smirked as Razor.

Ignoring their threat, Razor dropped his grappling hook and drew his twin handguns. "You know. Threatening someone with a gun isn't smart. You could," He paused a bit as he raised both of his guns and took aim, "get hurt." The thugs had horror in their eyes as the sight of the firearms. "Let's get out of here!" The first thug cried out in fright taking a full dash away from Razor with his partner not far behind. Next thing he knew, the two thugs were incased in a black energy and flung across the alley smacking the brick wall with a grotesque sound.

"Raven." He growled almost under his breath as the psychic walked from the shadows and into the light from one of the street lamps on the side of the buildings. "What do you want?" he growled while Raven lowered her hood and stared at him, "I understand that people come and go. It's part of life. What I don't understand is why you left. Normally I wouldn't care but you're important. Only you can get close enough to the Astral Knight and not be cut down." "So you've come to get me back. I'm not coming back." The knight replied coldly.

"I'll force you if I have too!" Raven's voice was very forceful as she took a stance. The knight holstered his twin guns while he picked up his grappling hook. Slowly he coiled it up before latching it onto his belt. As he turned around and started to walk away from the psychic, a black barrier erupted before him. "You can't force me to come. You know that. You'll lose if you try." The barrier slowly faded away as Raven looked at the floor, "If that's going to be the case then I won't let you out of my sight. Not until you tell me why you released your powers like that."

The knight sighed as he adjusted the collar to his coat, "Fine. Come if you want but I have my reasons for doing what I did." With that, he disappeared back into the shadows with Raven following in close pursuit.

For hours of the night they traveled the city. One in search of his nightmare, the other for answers. "Listen Razor. I don't know a thing. I swear!" A man in one of Mark's uniforms backed up against a fence with a bloody nose and lip. Razor popped his left hand's knuckles as he grabbed the man by the shirt, "Wrong answer." With one mighty in the gut, the man was attempting to catch his breath, "One more try." Razor smirked as he held his right fist in front of the man's face. In utter fright, the man started to turn a pale white.

"You must stop this!" Raven grabbed Razor's arm and pulled it back. "You are not going to kill him!" Razor glared at her as he turned around and started to walk off. "You better back off of Mark. He'll kill you like Odin did to the others." The man threatened. "Others?" Raven's mind pondered as Razor jumped onto the man, picked him up and tossed him against the wall landing in a trash bin. "Stupid punk."

Slowly he walked out from in-between the two buildings and into the city streets. With his hands in his pockets he strolled down the sidewalk with a sour look on his face. Above him was Raven, flying as graceful as ever, watching him take every step. People stared at the two as they walked. Raven was famous so it was common for others to look at her, yet, her to be following a man so closely staring at him was considered unusual.

"He'll kill you like Odin did to the others." replayed in her mind, "What did he mean by that? These others. Who are they? Why won't you tell us, everything, or at least anything. Just let us know who you really are." Sirens whistled in the distance. Razor and his unwelcome companion turned to watch as police cars appear from the distance moving closer and closer into view. The cars quickly passed the two leaving them behind in silence. "Come on. We have to go see if they need our help." Raven said as she flew a bit upwards before turning behind to check if he was following. Come to her surprise, he was gone. Without a trace until the sound of a small jet could be heard until it stopped behind her. "You coming?" questioned Razor as he now had on his armor.

The two rocketed off toward the crime scene, scanning below for signs of white cars with their sirens flashing red and blue lights. As they detected the scene, they lowered down toward the ground landing gracefully. Police surrounded the large building with their guns drawn, spot lights searched every inch of the five story factory for any hint of movement. "Miss Raven. So glad of you to come." The sergeant in rushed toward her holding a communicator in his hands. "What's the situation." Raven quickly responded as she stared at the building.

"Some man wearing a ski mask ran in there and started shooting. Everyone got out safely but he manage to take five hostage. From what I understand, Miss Raven, is that he wants a get away car with a trash bag containing fifty grand inside." As the cop finally finished, an explosion erupted in front of the factory tearing down the door and killing the cop foolish enough to open it. "He's got the place armed with bombs. Damn, getting in there is one thing. But without tripping a bomb is another." The sergeant said a frustration.

Razor started to walk toward the building as the cop yelled out, "Hey you. King Arthur, you can't go in there. This is police business, the renaissance is on the other side of town." Raven stepped beside the knight, "He's with me." The cop was about to protest but quickly thought otherwise as he backed off and put both of his hands up showing that he surrendered. "It's armed with explosives but they can be avoided." Razor said placing a hand on the building. Closing his eye, he focused himself into sensing everything inside.

He walked inside the building and looked around. Oil, hot tempered steel, rubber, large mixing domes, wheel barrels full of parts, and the equipment used to make everything. He realized that this was an auto factory. Different then the ones he had back home but the equipment was definitely the same. They proceeded through the first large room and past all of the equipment; then through several doors until they came to another large room. On the other side were stairs leading up to the second story. The first part was indeed large but the back must have been as tall as normal rooms. This was where all the stair climbing was going to be. As Raven was about to step beside him, he quickly raised up his arm.

"Stop." "Bombs?" "Yes. Laser wired. Break the beam and they explode. The room is full of them." "How can you tell? I see nothing." "I can sense the bombs presence and my sunglasses are detecting the beams. Teleport us over to the stairs. But be careful not go anywhere below the third step." Raven did as she was asked, wrapping her arms around the knight and chanted her special words, "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Energy surrounded them both as it imploded into itself disappearing while at the same instant, the same energy reappeared about halfway up the stairs leaving Razor and Raven standing there, looking up at the top of the second floor.

"This guy must be fast. Can't believe that he was able to set so many traps." Raven muttered as they walked up the steps and down the hallway. The lights were turned off so it was pitch black. She couldn't see but she trusted Razor. She knew that he was able to see in the dark with his glasses. She held onto his pauldron, following him like a little child. She wasn't scared of the darkness but the bombs made it impossible for her to travel alone. Suddenly she felt Razor come to a stop, a click was heard as a few seconds later she felt him sliding his glasses over her eyes. The blackness of the room turned many shades of green. Night vision, weird way to see but when it's dark, you don't complain.

"What about you?" Raven asked a bit puzzled. "I can sense my surrounding. From the tables to bombs to the walls around the building." She just nodded as he continued forward. After about five minutes of walking down hallway after hallway, they came to a flight of stairs. "He's up there." Razor said slowly walking up the steps. On top of the steps was a large room with many box offices. Across the room was a side office with its door open. Light was coming out of the doorway, shining what little it could across the blackness of the large room. They crept up silently toward the room as Raven peeked inside.

"He's in there. Holding the detonator and a gun. The five men are on the ground against the wall. One of them looks to be shot on the shoulder." Raven pointed out in a telepathic message. "Hold him still but make sure you don't trap the hand with the detonator. I'll do the rest." Raven nodded as she started up her little chant, "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Is if by magic, a black energy unleashed around the man's body trapping him like it was rope. "What?" The man was surprised.

Razor quickly charged in drawing his large sword from its scabbard. Raven watched his every movement but the man was fast, she heard the sound of two pieces of metal being sliced yet only saw Razor lift his sword up for the first swing and stop in a stance. "Nice going." She said unwilling to admit that Razor's ability to swing a sword was faster then she could keep up. The barrel of the gun and top of the detonator fell down to the ground with a high pitch clang. The man looked in horror at Razor as he was suddenly picked up by one hand.

"Raven, let's go." She nodded her head as she walked in the room and stood in front of everyone. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" The energy surrounded everyone sending them out of the building and down to the streets below. Razor tossed the man to the ground and glared at him. "Um DK. These are yours." Raven said placing his sunglasses on his eyes. The cops quickly pounced on the criminal throwing cuffs around his wrists. Within a matter of seconds, the Dark Knight ignited his jetpack and took off to the sky. "Razor, are you ever going to tell me what happened?" "No." "Then are you at least going to return to the tower?" "Not sure. Just need some time to think." "Fine. But you're still not leaving my sight."