A/N OK, I know that my last chappie wasn't that good, but I'll try to make
this one better, OK? Also, special thanks to kid titan for giving me an
idea for this chapter.
"Now what will we do?" asked Starfire, not even caring that it was fifth or six time she'd asked him that.
"I'm thinking," Robin muttered. He and Starfire were on the roof now, crouched in one of the few places that wasn't lit bright as day by police searchlights. Down on the ground, there was just as much activity as there had been during the day. All the reporters and news vans that had taken a slight rest were back with a vengeance in the wake of this new occurrence. "OK," he said, "On the count of three, One, two, three, GO."
Now this was a god plan of course, after all, what else could Robin do? Unfortunately, the best laid plans have a bad habit of running into unexpected . . . problems.
This problem came in the form of a crack in the ground, which caught Starfire's foot and caused her to unceremoniously fall to the ground.
That was when they were discovered. One of the media helicopters happened to spot them, and promptly, the reporters inside began to yell and point their fingers. The police down below had no idea what in the world those crazy reporters were doing. But even this didn't last long, because soon enough, the reporter inside managed to get hold of a decent radio, and through all of her jabbering, the police were able to make out one fact. Robin and Starfire were on the roof.
Meanwhile, Starfire was desperately trying to pull her foot free-it had gotten wedged in the crack and was stubbornly refusing to come loose.
"Just blast it free," Robin commanded, all businesslike now. Starfire nodded and powered up her left hand. She fired a clear, precise energy beam that blasted away at the chunks of cement imprisoning her foot. The instant she tried to put weight on it, spikes of pain erupted up her leg so she simply floated in the air.
For the second time that day, bright police spotlights blinded her as they shined right in her face. "No more games," said the man in charge. "You either cooperate or we start shooting." Robin looked over at Star and his eyes widened through the mask. There was a red dot on her head, right between her eyes in fact. The telltale indication of the laser targeting devices built into some rifles. Suddenly, a dozen more identical dots appeared on her Body. Robin had no doubt he was being similarly targeted.
He palmed a freeze disc, but didn't use it. He could tell that there were dozens of trigger happy cops all around him who were just waiting for an excuse to shoot, and as fast as he was, he wasn't about risk his, an especially Starfire's life on it.
Starfire turned to him and he gave his head a short shake. In moments, a SWAT team was on the roof. Two burly men forcibly held Robin still even though he wasn't struggling while a third attached two sets of handcuffs to his wrist. The rest of the team had their rifles trained on him, ready to fire if anything went wrong. Once Robin was secure, they did the same procedure with Starfire and then half hauled half tossed the two into a helicopter, which transported them to the ground so they could be placed into a secure transport van. They were thrown in the back, and then the door was locked and bolted, making the van's built in holding cell pitch black. There were no seats, and Robin and Starfire found themselves lying on the cold floor side by side.
"Why did you not try to escape?" Starfire finally asked when the van started moving. The utter lack of seatbelts, or even seats made for a very bumpy ride.
Robin could tell she was trying to keep the fear out of her voice. "Because," he said, "I didn't want to risk it, not with the possibility of you getting hurt."
Starfire was silent for a moment, then a bump in the road caused the entire vehicle to shudder. Starfire found herself hurled into the front, where she ran into an unexpected human cushion.
"Oomph," gasped Robin. Starfire's knee had rammed him right in the gut.
"Oh Robin, I am so sorry," Starfire hastily apologized. "Did I hurt you?"
"It'll be alright." Robin shifted into a sitting position. "I wonder how Cyborg and Raven and Beast Boy are doing," he murmured, half to himself. This situation had escalated to unbelievable proportions in a matter of hours, and he couldn't let I get any worse. They had to stop it now. "Starfire," he said, "I want you to melt your handcuffs, OK, we need to get free. Now."
Starfire happily complied. As she blasted away the restraints, the energy from her hands gave everything in the 'room' a greenish tinge. When her hands were finally free, she put them together and summoned just enough energy to light the entire place up. "Do you need me to-"
"No need," Robin cut in. He held up his hands, holding both sets of handcuffs dangling from his left hand. "Star, I want you to burn a hole through the roof, OK. Then I'll need you to fly us out as fast as you can."
It was a hastily hatched plan, but they had no choice. Starfire stretched out her hand and let the energy flow.
***
In the police car behind the PTV, Prisoner Transport Vehicle, a certain Sergeant Morris was watching the scene closely. So was every other officer in the twelve cars that were escorting the PTV back to a more secure facility. They finally had Robin, that was good, but it was right here at this stage that things tended to go wrong.
He hoped that this would be the exception. Turning on his radio, he contacted the PTV driver. How is everything going?" he asked.
"Fine so far. They're bein' pretty quiet back there."
For some reason, this scared Morris even more than the idea that they were making a ruckus. Keep alert," was all Morris could think to say. Thankfully, there weren't that many media crews to haggle with as they sped down the road, most of them were busy reporting once again at the scene of the crime.
Morris's cell phone rang. Odd, usually if someone wanted to contact him, they would use the radio in his car. "Hello?"
"Bad news."
It was the chief, and from his tone of voice, Morris could guess that whatever it was, it was pretty bad. "What?"
A couple of our special ops teams just reported back from the Titans' Headquarters. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but somehow, a conflict started with three of the Titans."
"I can guess who came out on top in that fight."
"Dozens of injuries to our own guys. We secured the building, but the Titans got away. I'm in the process of getting an APB out on 'em. You have the Robin situation under control, right."
How ironic that at that moment, Sgt. Morris would lose any semblance of control he had over the situation. He could only watch with a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach as a green bolt of energy sliced through the roof of the PTV from the inside.
"What's going on?" another officer asked over the intercom.
Morris squinted. Then he swore once he realized what was going on. He turned his radio on, grabbing the mike. "Stop the PTV," he yelled. "Stop it right now!"
No answer from the PTV driver.
"Stop the vehicle," Morris yelled again, still no answer. Was the driver unconscious? Had the Titans killed him?
They were on the freeway now, and Morris found himself having to put more and more speed into the car. With a serene gracefulness that utterly belied the situation, Starfire floated up out of the hole she'd created with Robin in her arms. If there had been any doubt that the two had gotten free, it was gone now. Morris pounded the dashboard with his fist. He was such an idiot! He should have known better than to simply handcuff criminals of that kind of caliber like they were petty bank robbers or something.
"Sir, they're loose!"
"I know, I know. Whatever you do, just hold your-"
A shot rang out.
"Fire."
Spurred by whoever had fired the first shot, the other officers began to shoot at Robin and Starfire. Starfire ducked at Robin's warning, and a hailstorm of bullets chewed through the air above her head. Robin's fist tightened around the freeze disc in his hand. Now was the perfect time to use it.
Morris saw The Boy Wonder prepare to throw an object that looked to be nothing more than a small Frisbee. Unlike every other officer, he knew what it was. Like every other officer, he was powerless to do anything about it.
Robin threw the disc. Immediately upon contact with the ground, the device exploded. The first car to come in contact with the blossoming wave of freezing cold was frozen over completely. It skidded off road and crashed into a guardrail. A sheet of inch thick ice spread outward in all directions. Morris slammed on the brakes . . .and was reeducated a little about the laws of motion. On a frictionless surface, the wheels of a car can stop turning all they want to, but if the car is traveling at a high velocity, its pretty much going to keep going. Morris tried to turn the wheel but all he got for his troubles was to send the car into a tailspin. A bone jarring impact Sent Morris's head slamming into the headrest. He realized that he'd just crashed into another squad car, which had been forced off road unfortunately. Just another reason that these Teen Titans were not to be taken lightly.
Finally, Morris reached normal road again, and it didn't look like Robin would be throwing any more of those hell spawned freeze discs now that it didn't look like anyone was shooting at him and his friend.
"Is it safe to get up?" Starfire asked Robin. They'd both ducked flat to on the roof of the car to keep from being hit or blown off by wind resistance.
Robin nodded and stood up slowly. Making sure to keep low.
"You have something on your chest," said Starfire.
"What?"
Starfire pointed at the Robin insignia on robin's chest. He looked down and his blood ran cold. One of those laser-targeting dots, just like before at the bank, was fixed on his chest. He looked at the pursuing squad cars. All except for one or two, they were two busy trying to keep from crashing on the mini-ice field to be aiming at him. No one in the two cars that had passed the ice field was aiming anything at him either.
Then who? Robin looked up. The helicopters. They must have had snipers on him all this time. He'd just come to his conclusion when the sniper fired. And he was right on target.
Robin jerked, which was the first indication to Starfire that something was wrong. The movement was so unnatural that it couldn't be good. Starfire watched in horror as Robin slumped onto the hard surface, giving her a clear view of the blood seeping down his chest.
Morris had watched this whole thing in confusion, but it didn't take him long to figure out what had happened. Robin had been shot, he recognized the signs. But who had shot him?
The answer wasn't hard to come by. Who else but those arrogant helicopter snipers? It seemed like the situation was defused now, but Morris doubted that their problems were over just like that.
Starfire rose slowly, her heart pounding. Robin wasn't dead . . .yet, thanks to the injury-resistant design of his costume, but he was out for the count. Robin. her Robin, had been shot. She felt an emotion that she almost never experienced. She'd experienced it when she discovered her sister Blackfire's treachery and it was back now. She was angry. And she liked it. She gingerly picked Robin up in her arms and took to the sky. Blood was pounding in her ears, she couldn't think about anything except for how her Robin had been hurt by these sorely mistaken people, and how she would show them jus how mistaken they had been.
It was easy to figure out who had been responsible for this. The sniper was still perched on the helicopters ledge, shooting at them no less even as they approached. It took one beam of energy to quell the attack. She fired a controlled burst that knocked the rifle right out of the sniper's hands. She then aimed down at the road below and fired another controlled burst, the only difference being that she sustained this one for a bit longer. Shards of concrete went flying, and when the smoke cleared, there was a long, jagged trench that cut through the road. Luckily for the squad cars, she didn't rupture an gas mains, although she set at least five water mains off.
As the water from the ruptured mains sprayed high into the air, only to come trickling down onto his windshield, Morris promised himself two things. One, that he would retire, and two, that he would take nice, large aspirin when he got home.
***
These disguises you thought up are really lame," Beast boy complained. It was the middle of the night and Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy were in a dark alley. Beast Boy was holding up the dirty brown garment that Raven had given to him. Cyborg held an identical garment.
Raven looked coldly at him. "Stop your pathetic whining, the last thing we need right now is to be recognized and so you will wear it, at least for now." Even through her tough words, Beast Boy could sense her fatigue. He and Cyborg were no better off. First Robin had gotten framed, then the Titans had been forced from their own clubhouse after a knock down drag out fight with the police-and Robin and Starfire had yet to report back. It was a bad day, even for a Monday.
Sighing, Beast Boy put on the smelly, ragged cloak and wrapped it around himself. "What now?" he asked Raven.
Raven put her hood on. "I do not know."
Cyborg frowned. "Wait a minute you guys. My sensors are picking up something." Cyborg's eyebrow was narrowed in suspicion. "There's somebody right over . . .there!"
Beast Boy and Raven turned their heads to where Cyborg was pointing. Up. Looking down at them was a figure clad in a black and blue bodysuit. He wore a mask that resembled Robin's in that it was strapless and reduced he eyes to white orbs. He wore an amused smirk.
"Found me huh. Not bad."
Raven frowned. This guy seemed familiar . . .
It was Cyborg who realized it first. "You're-you're Nightwing," he blurted out.
"Yep." Nightwing hopped off of the streetlamp that he'd been balancing on, did an acrobatic flip, and landed gracefully in a crouch to cushion the impact. He stood to his full height. "And lemme guess. Cyborg, Beast, and Raven."
"Beast Boy," the green-skinned animorph corrected.
"Beast Boy then. Listen, I know of a place where you guys can hide out."
"From the police?" Raven asked.
Nightwing nodded. "Yeah, I know, not a very superhero thing of me to do, but Tim would never do anything like that, and if you guys are being falsely accused, I'm not going to just sit by and do nothing."
Ravens eyes narrowed. "How do we know that you're really Nightwing?"
"What?"
"It was a metamorph who got us into this mess in the first place. If he or she could impersonate Robin, who's to say that they couldn't impersonate you as well and lure us into a trap," Cyborg explained.
Nightwing nodded. "Good point. I have an idea though, ask me any question you can think of that only I would know the answer to."
"Tough criteria said Cyborg. He thought for a moment and then said. "What's Robin's favorite video game?"
"Crazy Taxi 2."
Raven turned to Cyborg. "Is he right?"
"He's right."
AN: Hey, don't forget to read and review, even if you don't like it, because you can always tell me how to improve my fic.
"Now what will we do?" asked Starfire, not even caring that it was fifth or six time she'd asked him that.
"I'm thinking," Robin muttered. He and Starfire were on the roof now, crouched in one of the few places that wasn't lit bright as day by police searchlights. Down on the ground, there was just as much activity as there had been during the day. All the reporters and news vans that had taken a slight rest were back with a vengeance in the wake of this new occurrence. "OK," he said, "On the count of three, One, two, three, GO."
Now this was a god plan of course, after all, what else could Robin do? Unfortunately, the best laid plans have a bad habit of running into unexpected . . . problems.
This problem came in the form of a crack in the ground, which caught Starfire's foot and caused her to unceremoniously fall to the ground.
That was when they were discovered. One of the media helicopters happened to spot them, and promptly, the reporters inside began to yell and point their fingers. The police down below had no idea what in the world those crazy reporters were doing. But even this didn't last long, because soon enough, the reporter inside managed to get hold of a decent radio, and through all of her jabbering, the police were able to make out one fact. Robin and Starfire were on the roof.
Meanwhile, Starfire was desperately trying to pull her foot free-it had gotten wedged in the crack and was stubbornly refusing to come loose.
"Just blast it free," Robin commanded, all businesslike now. Starfire nodded and powered up her left hand. She fired a clear, precise energy beam that blasted away at the chunks of cement imprisoning her foot. The instant she tried to put weight on it, spikes of pain erupted up her leg so she simply floated in the air.
For the second time that day, bright police spotlights blinded her as they shined right in her face. "No more games," said the man in charge. "You either cooperate or we start shooting." Robin looked over at Star and his eyes widened through the mask. There was a red dot on her head, right between her eyes in fact. The telltale indication of the laser targeting devices built into some rifles. Suddenly, a dozen more identical dots appeared on her Body. Robin had no doubt he was being similarly targeted.
He palmed a freeze disc, but didn't use it. He could tell that there were dozens of trigger happy cops all around him who were just waiting for an excuse to shoot, and as fast as he was, he wasn't about risk his, an especially Starfire's life on it.
Starfire turned to him and he gave his head a short shake. In moments, a SWAT team was on the roof. Two burly men forcibly held Robin still even though he wasn't struggling while a third attached two sets of handcuffs to his wrist. The rest of the team had their rifles trained on him, ready to fire if anything went wrong. Once Robin was secure, they did the same procedure with Starfire and then half hauled half tossed the two into a helicopter, which transported them to the ground so they could be placed into a secure transport van. They were thrown in the back, and then the door was locked and bolted, making the van's built in holding cell pitch black. There were no seats, and Robin and Starfire found themselves lying on the cold floor side by side.
"Why did you not try to escape?" Starfire finally asked when the van started moving. The utter lack of seatbelts, or even seats made for a very bumpy ride.
Robin could tell she was trying to keep the fear out of her voice. "Because," he said, "I didn't want to risk it, not with the possibility of you getting hurt."
Starfire was silent for a moment, then a bump in the road caused the entire vehicle to shudder. Starfire found herself hurled into the front, where she ran into an unexpected human cushion.
"Oomph," gasped Robin. Starfire's knee had rammed him right in the gut.
"Oh Robin, I am so sorry," Starfire hastily apologized. "Did I hurt you?"
"It'll be alright." Robin shifted into a sitting position. "I wonder how Cyborg and Raven and Beast Boy are doing," he murmured, half to himself. This situation had escalated to unbelievable proportions in a matter of hours, and he couldn't let I get any worse. They had to stop it now. "Starfire," he said, "I want you to melt your handcuffs, OK, we need to get free. Now."
Starfire happily complied. As she blasted away the restraints, the energy from her hands gave everything in the 'room' a greenish tinge. When her hands were finally free, she put them together and summoned just enough energy to light the entire place up. "Do you need me to-"
"No need," Robin cut in. He held up his hands, holding both sets of handcuffs dangling from his left hand. "Star, I want you to burn a hole through the roof, OK. Then I'll need you to fly us out as fast as you can."
It was a hastily hatched plan, but they had no choice. Starfire stretched out her hand and let the energy flow.
***
In the police car behind the PTV, Prisoner Transport Vehicle, a certain Sergeant Morris was watching the scene closely. So was every other officer in the twelve cars that were escorting the PTV back to a more secure facility. They finally had Robin, that was good, but it was right here at this stage that things tended to go wrong.
He hoped that this would be the exception. Turning on his radio, he contacted the PTV driver. How is everything going?" he asked.
"Fine so far. They're bein' pretty quiet back there."
For some reason, this scared Morris even more than the idea that they were making a ruckus. Keep alert," was all Morris could think to say. Thankfully, there weren't that many media crews to haggle with as they sped down the road, most of them were busy reporting once again at the scene of the crime.
Morris's cell phone rang. Odd, usually if someone wanted to contact him, they would use the radio in his car. "Hello?"
"Bad news."
It was the chief, and from his tone of voice, Morris could guess that whatever it was, it was pretty bad. "What?"
A couple of our special ops teams just reported back from the Titans' Headquarters. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but somehow, a conflict started with three of the Titans."
"I can guess who came out on top in that fight."
"Dozens of injuries to our own guys. We secured the building, but the Titans got away. I'm in the process of getting an APB out on 'em. You have the Robin situation under control, right."
How ironic that at that moment, Sgt. Morris would lose any semblance of control he had over the situation. He could only watch with a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach as a green bolt of energy sliced through the roof of the PTV from the inside.
"What's going on?" another officer asked over the intercom.
Morris squinted. Then he swore once he realized what was going on. He turned his radio on, grabbing the mike. "Stop the PTV," he yelled. "Stop it right now!"
No answer from the PTV driver.
"Stop the vehicle," Morris yelled again, still no answer. Was the driver unconscious? Had the Titans killed him?
They were on the freeway now, and Morris found himself having to put more and more speed into the car. With a serene gracefulness that utterly belied the situation, Starfire floated up out of the hole she'd created with Robin in her arms. If there had been any doubt that the two had gotten free, it was gone now. Morris pounded the dashboard with his fist. He was such an idiot! He should have known better than to simply handcuff criminals of that kind of caliber like they were petty bank robbers or something.
"Sir, they're loose!"
"I know, I know. Whatever you do, just hold your-"
A shot rang out.
"Fire."
Spurred by whoever had fired the first shot, the other officers began to shoot at Robin and Starfire. Starfire ducked at Robin's warning, and a hailstorm of bullets chewed through the air above her head. Robin's fist tightened around the freeze disc in his hand. Now was the perfect time to use it.
Morris saw The Boy Wonder prepare to throw an object that looked to be nothing more than a small Frisbee. Unlike every other officer, he knew what it was. Like every other officer, he was powerless to do anything about it.
Robin threw the disc. Immediately upon contact with the ground, the device exploded. The first car to come in contact with the blossoming wave of freezing cold was frozen over completely. It skidded off road and crashed into a guardrail. A sheet of inch thick ice spread outward in all directions. Morris slammed on the brakes . . .and was reeducated a little about the laws of motion. On a frictionless surface, the wheels of a car can stop turning all they want to, but if the car is traveling at a high velocity, its pretty much going to keep going. Morris tried to turn the wheel but all he got for his troubles was to send the car into a tailspin. A bone jarring impact Sent Morris's head slamming into the headrest. He realized that he'd just crashed into another squad car, which had been forced off road unfortunately. Just another reason that these Teen Titans were not to be taken lightly.
Finally, Morris reached normal road again, and it didn't look like Robin would be throwing any more of those hell spawned freeze discs now that it didn't look like anyone was shooting at him and his friend.
"Is it safe to get up?" Starfire asked Robin. They'd both ducked flat to on the roof of the car to keep from being hit or blown off by wind resistance.
Robin nodded and stood up slowly. Making sure to keep low.
"You have something on your chest," said Starfire.
"What?"
Starfire pointed at the Robin insignia on robin's chest. He looked down and his blood ran cold. One of those laser-targeting dots, just like before at the bank, was fixed on his chest. He looked at the pursuing squad cars. All except for one or two, they were two busy trying to keep from crashing on the mini-ice field to be aiming at him. No one in the two cars that had passed the ice field was aiming anything at him either.
Then who? Robin looked up. The helicopters. They must have had snipers on him all this time. He'd just come to his conclusion when the sniper fired. And he was right on target.
Robin jerked, which was the first indication to Starfire that something was wrong. The movement was so unnatural that it couldn't be good. Starfire watched in horror as Robin slumped onto the hard surface, giving her a clear view of the blood seeping down his chest.
Morris had watched this whole thing in confusion, but it didn't take him long to figure out what had happened. Robin had been shot, he recognized the signs. But who had shot him?
The answer wasn't hard to come by. Who else but those arrogant helicopter snipers? It seemed like the situation was defused now, but Morris doubted that their problems were over just like that.
Starfire rose slowly, her heart pounding. Robin wasn't dead . . .yet, thanks to the injury-resistant design of his costume, but he was out for the count. Robin. her Robin, had been shot. She felt an emotion that she almost never experienced. She'd experienced it when she discovered her sister Blackfire's treachery and it was back now. She was angry. And she liked it. She gingerly picked Robin up in her arms and took to the sky. Blood was pounding in her ears, she couldn't think about anything except for how her Robin had been hurt by these sorely mistaken people, and how she would show them jus how mistaken they had been.
It was easy to figure out who had been responsible for this. The sniper was still perched on the helicopters ledge, shooting at them no less even as they approached. It took one beam of energy to quell the attack. She fired a controlled burst that knocked the rifle right out of the sniper's hands. She then aimed down at the road below and fired another controlled burst, the only difference being that she sustained this one for a bit longer. Shards of concrete went flying, and when the smoke cleared, there was a long, jagged trench that cut through the road. Luckily for the squad cars, she didn't rupture an gas mains, although she set at least five water mains off.
As the water from the ruptured mains sprayed high into the air, only to come trickling down onto his windshield, Morris promised himself two things. One, that he would retire, and two, that he would take nice, large aspirin when he got home.
***
These disguises you thought up are really lame," Beast boy complained. It was the middle of the night and Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy were in a dark alley. Beast Boy was holding up the dirty brown garment that Raven had given to him. Cyborg held an identical garment.
Raven looked coldly at him. "Stop your pathetic whining, the last thing we need right now is to be recognized and so you will wear it, at least for now." Even through her tough words, Beast Boy could sense her fatigue. He and Cyborg were no better off. First Robin had gotten framed, then the Titans had been forced from their own clubhouse after a knock down drag out fight with the police-and Robin and Starfire had yet to report back. It was a bad day, even for a Monday.
Sighing, Beast Boy put on the smelly, ragged cloak and wrapped it around himself. "What now?" he asked Raven.
Raven put her hood on. "I do not know."
Cyborg frowned. "Wait a minute you guys. My sensors are picking up something." Cyborg's eyebrow was narrowed in suspicion. "There's somebody right over . . .there!"
Beast Boy and Raven turned their heads to where Cyborg was pointing. Up. Looking down at them was a figure clad in a black and blue bodysuit. He wore a mask that resembled Robin's in that it was strapless and reduced he eyes to white orbs. He wore an amused smirk.
"Found me huh. Not bad."
Raven frowned. This guy seemed familiar . . .
It was Cyborg who realized it first. "You're-you're Nightwing," he blurted out.
"Yep." Nightwing hopped off of the streetlamp that he'd been balancing on, did an acrobatic flip, and landed gracefully in a crouch to cushion the impact. He stood to his full height. "And lemme guess. Cyborg, Beast, and Raven."
"Beast Boy," the green-skinned animorph corrected.
"Beast Boy then. Listen, I know of a place where you guys can hide out."
"From the police?" Raven asked.
Nightwing nodded. "Yeah, I know, not a very superhero thing of me to do, but Tim would never do anything like that, and if you guys are being falsely accused, I'm not going to just sit by and do nothing."
Ravens eyes narrowed. "How do we know that you're really Nightwing?"
"What?"
"It was a metamorph who got us into this mess in the first place. If he or she could impersonate Robin, who's to say that they couldn't impersonate you as well and lure us into a trap," Cyborg explained.
Nightwing nodded. "Good point. I have an idea though, ask me any question you can think of that only I would know the answer to."
"Tough criteria said Cyborg. He thought for a moment and then said. "What's Robin's favorite video game?"
"Crazy Taxi 2."
Raven turned to Cyborg. "Is he right?"
"He's right."
AN: Hey, don't forget to read and review, even if you don't like it, because you can always tell me how to improve my fic.