Lex Luthor watched his beautiful bodyguard/chauffeur Mercy sweep the room for bugs and other foreign devices as she did whenever they entered the mansion. She was amazing and words like 'athletic' and 'agile' did not do her justice. Part of him wondered what it would be like to cross the line of employer/employee that was drawn between them. It would never happen of course – she was far too professional for that – but it was a fun thought nonetheless.

"The place is clean, Mr. Luthor," Mercy informed him.

"Excellent. Shall we check-" He frowned. "I thought I closed all the windows before I left. Why is that one slightly ajar?"

Mercy's eyebrows shot up and she went for her gun. She never got the chance to pull it out. A black-clad figure from the ceiling dropped down and spin-kicked her hand, audibly crunching finger bones. Mercy's face went white with pain, and then she was mercifully (no pun intended) put out of her misery with a nerve block. Lex watched aghast as his bodyguard fell to the ground like so much dead weight. As she fell, an ominous dark outline materialized behind her.

"Batman," Luther croaked, reaching toward his desk drawer. A batarang flew through the air and imbedded itself in the mahogany, coming awfully close to slicing off a few of Lex's fingers. He wisely withdrew his hand.

"So, the vigilante from Gotham pays me a visit. I suppose there's a reason behind this illegal intrusion of my home and assault upon my chauffeur."

"There is," said a familiar voice from behind. Lex whirled around to see his perennial foe, Superman, along with the famed Wonder Woman. Lex gulped. He may have had some semblance of a chance of dealing with Batman, but not these other two. His shoulders slumped.

"I bet you have no idea why we're here, Lex," said Batman.

"Enlighten me."

"Does the name Megan Hartwell mean anything to you?" Wonder Woman asked.

It did, but Lex remained silent.

"I'll give you a hint," she continued. "A little girl. Her parents were involuntary test subjects in one of LutherCorps's lab experiments. They died a year later, but not before you created Megan from their respective reproductive cells. You gave her implanted memories, a little brainwork done to make her completely loyal to you. Our guess is, something backfired and she wound up psychotic instead."

"I changed her last name to Fraud," Lex added unrepentantly. "A bit of irony for you. And yes, she did become psychotic. Things happen. That was twelve years ago. What does this have to do with you breaking into my home?"

"Don't feign stupidity Lex," advised Superman. "You know about the recent altercations between the Teen Titans and the law, and most importantly, you know how it started."

"Its not my fault that the girl went crazy."

"Perhaps not, but it is your fault that she hates the Teen Titans," said Batman. "The memories you planted in her- they included a natural hatred for other metahumans.

Lex scowled. "How could you possibly know all of this?"

"You'd be surprised at the resources I possess," said Batman. "Now here's what you're going to do . . ."

Garvey Winters rewound the tape and watched it again. And again. And again. There were five different video analysis experts watching it with him. He had told them to say something at the first possible indication that the video had been doctored, such as a break in the footage or spliced frames. They were silent.

He looked back over his shoulders at the Teen Titans, who, with him, were on the police cruiser's main deck. They were handcuffed, although Winters knew the only thing keeping them from breaking free was that they had lost the will to fight. He wasn't surprised. They looked tired and bruised. The orange-skinned one had a bloodied makeshift bandage around her arm. They all looked so young and so . . .vulnerable.

He turned around to fully face them, taking in a deep breath. "Well," he said, "It looks like Robin is innocent, at least from this video."

"Still," said the Madame Director, speaking up from behind. "These teenagers have done hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of damage and injured at least dozen government agents, not to mention the KomBats and my murdered men. If they are indeed innocent of the robbery, they are still guilty of a multitude of other felonies committed after the fact. At the very least, they acted in extreme disproportion to-"

"We acted disproportionately?!" Beast Boy exploded. "You sent in a whole friggin platoon after us with like no proof."

The Madame Director ignored his outburst. "In my opinion, Mr. Winters, these five should be securely restrained and immediately transported to a more secure facility."

"Awful bloodthirsty on this one, aren't you?" Winters noticed, then shook his head. "Never mind. I suppose you're more than justified given the deaths of your men."

To the side, Morris frowned, pieces of a puzzle that had been forming in his head suddenly coming together. "With all due respect sir," he said, "the Madame Director is lying. We sustained no casualties in our confrontation wit the Titans."

"I can assure you, we did," said the Madame Director, scowling at Morris. "Two of the local police officers were killed by ultrasonic blasts like those that Cyborg can create. Five others were found with birdarang shiruken imbedded in their necks.

"That is true," spoke up another one of the present police officers. "I saw that myself."

"That's because probably because the same person who impersonated me in the robbery pulled another metamorphosis and killed the officers disguised as myself and the other Titans," said Robin.

"Preposterous!" sputtered the Madame Director. "For this person to have done that, they would need the most intimate access to our-"

"Agency? Exactly," Morris said, stepping forward. His hand slipped into his coat. A metamorph could turn into anyone, Madame Director. Including you." His hand came back out of the coat, this time with gun in hand. "Isn't that right, metamorph? I knew there was something different about you. Hair's too perfect. Suit's too crisp. Too energetic. Not enough wrinkles. You do good impersonations, but they're not perfect."

"Officer, put that gun down now!" commanded Winters. "Are you out of you're god-given mind?!"

"One way to find out," said Morris. "Ask her something. Something only the real Madam Director would know."

The Madame Director chuckled. "Too smart for your own good," she said. Then she moved. Far too fast for any of the room's occupants to react. In a split second, Morris found the gun he'd had trained on her now held by her and trained on Winters. "Mr. Winters," she said. "Please join this intelligent policeman here over-" A hailstorm of bullets cut her off. No one aims guns at the Director of HACTA, even one of the lower Directors. A dozen bullets slammed into her body, compliments of the other present military and law enforcement agents. She didn't even blink. "I get shot one more time and Winters here dies," she said, smirking at the shocked expression his ruddy face. "Now all of you, into the corner with the Titans. I-"

It was then that she noticed the Teen Titans were gone.

"Well, that explains a lot," said Beast Boy. The Titans were in the cargo hold, thanks to Raven's phase powers.

"We're in a really bad position," said Robin. "Running at half-strength and stamina. She's just getting warmed up, and it looks like she can duplicate all of our powers."

"You're the leader," Raven said. "What do we do?"

"I don't know. The facts are, she's at least as powerful at us and has a ship full of hostages that we know she won't hesitate to kill."

"Not very encouraging so far," commented Cyborg.

"We need to draw her out of the cabin and onto the deck," said Robin. Hopefully, the element of surprise will be enough. Care to do the honors, Star?"

"With pleasure." Starfire gathered energy to herself, her hands and eyes glowing with a bright, deadly green aura.

The sound was deafening as Starfire's pure energy tore up through the deck and up into the early morning sky. Megan would have noticed it from a mile away. As it was, the explosion occurred right outside her window.

"Excuse me," she said in faux politeness. To her now-bound hostages. "This shouldn't take long."

She stepped outside. If she had looked to the side, she would have seen the sonic cannon locked on her. But she didn't, and as a result experienced a four hundred decibel blast from the left side. It sent her reeling right into a starbolt and the ensemble was completed with a deck table smashing down upon her, wielded in Raven's telekinetic blast.

She was so shocked at first that she didn't move for the first few seconds. Jus laid their, absorbing all that had elapsed in the last five seconds. There was something wet trickling down her nose. Blood. They had made her bleed.

Megan scowled. She was going to kill them. She easily pushed the table off of herself and stood up. They were surrounding her. Battle ready. It didn't matter though. They would die today.

Her right arm began to shift, molding itself into a perfect, working replica of Cyborg's cannon arm. She aimed it at Beast Boy and fired.

Beast Boy had been hit once by a sonic blast and didn't intend to repeat the experience. He went small. Serpentine. His shrinking body reducing in volume just enough to avoid the blast.

Robin, who'd had two birdarangs at the ready threw both with uncanny accuracy. Megan saw them coming in her peripheral and twisted, the very molecules of her body stretching and elongating, shifting her torso out of the way. It was like she was made of rubber. She aimed her own sonic cannon at Robin and fired, the shot going wide "You fools are in such a hurry to die," she mused aloud. Attacking me here, now . . ." She triple backflipped into the air, allowing one of Starfire's starbolts to pass harmlessly underneath her. Robin was amazed at how easily she could duplicate a move that he himself had used many times in the past. It had taken years to perfect, and here she was, able to copy it with a mere thought.

The problem, Robin realized, was that none of them could get close, putting those who were close range fighters such as himself and Beast Boy at a disadvantage. This girl had all of their powers and abilities at her beck and call.

As if in response to his very thoughts, Megan began to shift and change. The process was nowhere near as refined as Beast Boy's, but the end result was the same. Her mass increased exponentially. Her face twisted into a hideous grimace and kept shifting, scales etching themselves across her face.

"Dude, she's goin' prehistoric," yelled Beast Boy.

"You know what to do," Robin yelled back, gratified to see that for once, Beast Boy wasted no time in moving to action, beginning to transform himself. Soon, two killers that had not walked the earth in 65 million years stood facing each other. They looked similar, like the T-Rexes from Jurassic Park except infinitely more real. Their weight caused the cruiser to shift to one side, and only then did Robin realize that a fight between two dinos might very well be enough to sink the ship.

It didn't matter though, as the two were already charging at each other, smashing holes into the ground as they ran, wood splintering. The entire deck trembled with their force.

Megan was larger, Beast Boy realized as he charged. Whatever morph she had was bigger than his T-Rex and probably had about 3 tons on him. He would not survive a head on battle.

So he changed tactics, digging a gigantic claw into the deck and braking, turning his momentum forward into momentum that would power his sudden turning motion. As planned, his gigantic tail slammed into the side of Megan's head, shattering several teeth. She roared and tried to nip at his tail, but his slightly smaller form was also slightly faster.

A sonic blast caught Megan on the underside of her dinosaurs form's chin, snapping the beast's head back and shattering more teeth, perhaps even bone.

After a mere ten second fight, Megan realized that she would lose a dino to dino battle. She didn't have Beast Boy's experience, and engaging him directly was opening her up for attack from his pesky teammates.

Beast Boy went smaller still. Velociraptor. Also carnivorous, although much, much smaller and in extension much faster. The Velociraptor had a long, wickedly curved claw on the second toe of each foot and Beast Boy didn't hesitate to use that to his advantage, darting under Megan and slicing twin gashes into her vulnerable underbelly, rocking back on his tail. It was a move no real Velociraptor would have conceived of, but Beast Boy was much more intelligent than the extinct creature whose form he had taken.

Megan had no choice. She had to morph. Bird, perhaps. Being descended form dinosaurs, the jump from reptile to avian would not be long, and it would take the others off guard.

The fight was far from over.

Sgt. Morris watched helplessly from inside the cabin as the faux Madame Director and apparently misjudged Titans waged a titanic battle, oblivious to the fact that they would sink the entire ship if they kept it up. He himself was busy looking for a way out of his bonds, which were ironically the very handcuffs that had previously been on his belt. Utilizing Raven's telekinetic ability, the shape shifter, whoever she was, had bound all of them with their own cuffs and incinerated the keys with a concentrated sphere of star energy.

All past grievances aside, Morris found himself rooting for the Teen Titans, hoping that despite all government operations to subdue them, they still had enough fight to take on this new and deadly player in the game.

AN: Yeah, It's been a LONG time since I updated this (or any) fic. There are multiple reasons (school, computer viruses, etc.) that contributed to this, but suffice to say, I didn't think I was going to bother with it anymore. Then I received a review a few weeks back reminding me that there had been no official notification of the status of the story, and I had left an readers merely hanging out there in the void, so to speak. For that, I apologize. I decided to write another chapter and, if it works out, I plan to update on a regular basis again. If not, then at least you know why. Comments, constructive criticism, all welcome.

-Godfather