Please pardon me, this is my first Titan's fic.

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     Soft laughter echoed down in the still night air; it wasn't malicious, nor was it cruel – it sounded elated, perhaps a bit mocking to the Boy Wonder. He leapt over, and swung around the exposed pipes of the construction site, and clamored over the wall, up and over onto a fire escape. The shadow loomed not so far from him – long tuxedo coattails flittered on the wall.

    Robin cursed softly at the fact his group had been separated in their search of the museum. He can't stop to call them; he was too close to losing the thief to risk the delay. A flip from the clothesline and he bounded on the rooftop, shoes clacking against the terra-cotta tiles of the restaurant. He can see the inky-black hair of the rogue, the white tuxedo of satin. "Stop right there!"

    Quick as a wink, the thief spun on his heels to look back, cane tucked under arm, left foot resting against the right knee, one black glove tilting the collapsible top hat. Oh great... a show off! Robin muttered darkly as he stalked closer, acting more like an angry feline then a flittering day bird. The black painted mask glistened dully in the sickle moonlight, the shape reminiscent of the phantom of the Opera. "I was wondering when you're going to say that, little day bird." The voice, a teenager's no doubt -- but deeper then Robin's own -- purred almost lazily as he shifted pose, leaning on the walking stick. Robin can see a large bulge on the side – no doubt that the statute he stole was in there.

    The Ravenette bristled at the nickname as he leaned upwards, so he can match eyes with the taller boy. At this proximity, he can see the mask was of boiled leather, the thief's skin was dusky, almost coppery, and that he did not use the 'filters' common among the costumers to cover his amber eyes. "You better hand over the Jade Fox, who ever you are."

    A look of feigned insult, the rogue shook his head. "You don't know me? Le sigh – am I really not that newsworthy?" He reached his hands out, almost mocking, then a card appeared in one of the gloved hands from nowhere. "My card" He tossed it, his light grin grew wider as Robin caught it easily.

    "A Jack of Spades?" Robin questioned with a raised brow.

    "Jack of all trades and A Master of the craft, my friend," A sweeping bow, hat brushing against the ground. "I am called Trick Master – at your service, correction, at your twitting." He leapt to his feet, tethering on the edge.

    Twitting...? Robin nearly gaped – that was carnie slang! The Boy wonder darted after – just as Trick Master dropped down onto a taxi below, as he waved to the Titan's leader.

    The bright yellow vehicle sped off, oblivious to the extra passenger. Robin attempted to follow after – but alas, it was much faster then any one foot, and soon, he lost the thief.

    "Damn it!" The dark-hair teen cursed as he pulled out the Titan's Com. "Hey guys, I just lost track of the thief, but I can get you some more detail on him. He's wearing a white tuxedo, with a black mask, and is currently hitching a ride on the roof of a Taxi. He calls himself Trick Master."

    "Roger." "Got it" "We'll be keeping an eye out." Came the chorus of replies.

    Robin started to double back to the R-Cycle – where he had left it when he first spotted Trick Master scrambling up the exposed beams of construction site. As he knocked the kickstand back to place, his mind raced over the few clues he gleamed from the encounter. Older... obviously had been with a circus at some point in time, and clearly this wasn't his first little escapade.

    He slide the helmet on as the engine revved into life – If he act quickly, he can still find that bandit!