Chapter 15: Original Sins

Ignipotens: Ruler of Fire

"Nessun maggier dolore, Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria."
("There is no greater sorrow than to recall, in misery, the time when we were happy.")
Dante, Inferno, V

Never ever question if there a depth to which human beings cannot sink to.

Never conceive of a limit for human deviance, perversion, and sickness. Never think that you have seen the most twisted, the coldest hearted, the most warped and disgusting abnormality, something so low and mean and awful and terrible that you can't believe that it could get any worse.

Because life will prove you wrong.

Dante spoke of nine levels in Hades. He was wrong.

There IS no ground floor in hell.

What is the source of this terrible curse? This black rot that infests people, in varying degrees, making us anguish and despair over what they are and how they could be?

Is it God? According to some religions humanity was made in his image. Perhaps this flaw within so many was his intention to prevent us from being exact copies of him. Or perhaps it was brought into us via humanity's consort with the devil. Perhaps something else: religious books often say that god's ways are beyond our ability to understand. And often so are the sicknesses and evils within humankind.

Or maybe nothing so messianic is at work here. Perhaps it is just the curse of our evolution. The ability to think better then any species on the planet…and at the same time, suffer a fate none of them endure. Animals need no reason to exist: they just do, and they always have. Humans NEED a reason to be alive, CRAVE one. It is simply not enough to live for humans: they must have a PURPOSE for this life.

Whatever the reason may be…

Never think you've seen the worst.

Do not attempt to understand it. You cannot. The minds of the people like that are as beyond your comprehension as understanding what it is like to be a hurricane. Perhaps you may fathom an inkling…but never the entirety. And maybe it is best. For is you truly understood…you might be one of them.

But…there is one thing you should understand, about the curse of evil…perhaps its greatest power…

Something a young girl cannot understand, as she cowers in her closet, listening to the roar outside. Even Theseus, in the Labyrinth, hearing the minotaur bellow off in the distance…even he couldn't have heard anything so beastly, perhaps because this was coming from a fully human throat. Somehow, that fact and the sound combined it make it truly horrid, truly terrifying, almost as bad as what was to come…

The door yanked open.

"THERE YOU ARE, YOU LITTLE SLUT!"

I will not tell you what happened afterward. Or how many times. Or how it would likely happen the next day, the day after next, and the day after next. If not by this man, by others.

There is no ground floor in hell…

Is this man evil? In a way…and yet not. He is to evil as a rusty run down shack is to buildings. Disgusting, petty, sick…but small, weak, worthless. Perhaps not to the poor girl who has to live in this hellish place…but in the grand scheme of things…a minor player. He may be evil, but he is a small, brutish evil.

But evil has a trick…and in that trick is its greatest power…

The same.

Night after night.

Until one night…

"HOW MANY…!" The man roared as he opened the door, expecting to find, as usual, the thing he used, which he thought he had every right to use as he saw fit. As I said, only humans need a reason to live. For some, those reasons are small, personal pleasurse. And some of those pleasures…can be utterly unspeakable…

But things had changed. Too much vile horror had been visited. And now it would all come roaring back…

As he found not the girl…but fire…

Terrible, raging fire…

She was eleven years old.

It is not content to stay where it is. Much like a virus, it must spread. And more then that. It must remake itself, refine itself, and build on its might.

And so sick little men, women, and children do their terrible things…and in their own way plant the seeds, water them, and one day they come to bloom…

And yet her hell was not over. In a way it had just begun.

You cannot understand evil.

But understand this.

Beware evil's taint.

That is its greatest power.

And through the appalling deeds of the small ones do the great ones live…

Endlessly...

She screamed. And screamed. And screamed…

And so did Savior as he threw the flaming wreckage off of himself. He staggered a bit, growling as he grabbed at his arm.

Savior had a phrase: to be Operation Market Gardened. Long story short (for a deeper explanation, if you seek it, consult Chapter Six of my original Titans story, Black And White (thumbs up, cheap pop), I feel no need to repeat myself here), it meant for a well thought out plan to be completely derailed by something no one could have seen coming. Like Sizzle suddenly popping up in Sam's body without Danny or Raven sensing it and blowing them all to hell.

Or so she thought. But she'd counted on the fact that the flame guards the Titans had been wearing would be at their previous level of strength. She was wrong. The battle with Sizzle had given Raven a better grasp on her power, and one of the first things she had done when she had gotten back to the Manson place was to enhance the talismans the Titans wore. That is what had saved Noel…and the other Titans. They had to be all right. No, Savior wasn't worried about them: he was too busy being enraged that Sizzle had snuck in the back door and blown everything up in their faces.

But not as much as she thought she had, and she was going to rue that miscalculation.

"All right you crazy bitch." Savior growled. "War it is!"

And then another wall collapsed on the white teen. Standing still in a burning building can have some serious drawbacks.


Though when it comes to drawbacks, perhaps nothing can match being the first in the sights of a malevolent psychotic ghost made of fire. Danny had gotten that reminder plenty of times over the past couple of days…but this was the worst: looking at Sam, a girl he cared as deeply about as much as he cared for his mother, in Sizzle's grasp, Sizzle warping her features so that it looked at Danny with so much vile, venom, and sadistic joy.

Danny clenched his hands. While his powers had not been working during the meetings, Danny had theorized that if push came to shove, he'd be able to call on them. Time to put it to the test, as he reached down within himself…

"Ah ah." Sizzle said, waving one finger in a chastising manner. "You don't want to be doing that."

"Shut up you monster!" Danny said.

"You start changing, I roast this vessel to ash."

That stopped Danny dead.

"…w-what?" He asked in a small voice.

"My unique taking of this girl has more then the advantage that it let me fly in under your radar." Sizzle said, as she walked forward, slowly circling her hands at the wrists in the way some people do when they're explaining something. "It gives me a closer link then any of my previous hosts. Long story short…you turn into that ghost form, and I'll leave your girlfriend here in such a way she'll be cooked through and through before you can do anything. And she'll feel all of it, I can assure you." Sizzle said. "You so badly wanted to fight me, Danny Fenton. Well, go ahead. Change. You can get to witness the first ever case of assisted spontaneous human combustion."

Danny's gut filled with ice again.

"Go ahead. I'm waiting." Sizzle said, smirking.

A million things ran through Danny's head…and what kept coming up was that nothing was worth this fight. If he turned back, and Sizzle left the host as she promised, and they got her with the Oxygen Destroyer…Danny wouldn't be able to go on. Not with the memory of Sam igniting before him, her screams ringing in his ears and his nostrils filling with the stench of burning human flesh…

Danny's arms fell limp at his side.

"Oh you poor fuck." Sizzle said. "Don't you wish you'd been a good boy and died back when I came out? But no…you had to be a hero. Well my dear boy, being a hero has a very, VERY high price." Sizzle said.

And then she was suddenly right up in Danny's face.

"Time to pay up."

The punch broke Danny's nose, sending him flying off his feet and flat onto his back. He wasn't sure what hurt worse: the dull crunch of his cartilage breaking or the feeling of the back of his skull slamming against the rather hard ground.

Sizzle lowered her arm…revealing a strange sight. While the arm lowered in the way of a contented person, the facial features of Sam Manson were alight in shocked horror. And if we look closely, we see that the red haze surrounding Sam seemed to have increased, mostly above her, faintly forming the upper part of a torso and a head. A head with faint facial features of its own, these ones showing content.

"No…" Sam whispered, in her own voice. While before Sizzle's demented dulcet had issues forth from her mouth, like it had with all her original hosts…this was different. In the previous hosts, their entire form and mind had been subjugated to Sizzle's iron fist. Here…it appeared Sam Manson still existed, and could still see and react in a form visible to others.

Which was exactly what Sizzle wanted. She'd waited too long for this: she was going to make it memorable.

"No…!" Sam said, as she suddenly found herself walking forward, her legs disobeying her every command to stop, as her hands raised, the fingers cracking, as Danny, blood running down his face, tried to get up. He looked up with a shock and horror that mirrored Sam's.

Sam's fist slammed into his gut, doubling him over.

"NO!" Sam screamed, as her hand reached down and grabbed Danny's hair. "NO! STOP IT! STOP IT!"

Her body didn't obey, as it snapped up its knee and slammed into Danny's face. Sam felt the impact, felt the strike run up her leg, felt Danny's features contort under the blow, felt blood splash on the limb…but she had absolutely no say so in what it was doing. As Danny reeled back from the blow, her arm lashed out in a vicious backhand, smacking Danny across the face and sending him flying a few more feet.

"Oh god, NO!" Sam screamed, as she realized she wasn't just a host, she was a puppet in every sense of the word. "STOP IT! STOP IT!"

"Stop it?" Spoke Sizzle's voice above her. "Girl, I loathe this fucking child with every ounce of my being. I told him to die, and he kept refusing. If he'd just been a good boy at the beginning, I'd have been too concerned with other vendettas to spend more then a few minutes cooking him. But he had to be a hero. And what do heroes get? They get this. And what way to drive the cost of it home then to be beaten to death by the woman they love?"

"No…stop it…!" Sam screamed, as she started walking forward again, as she reached out and tried to once again reclaim her body, pouring all her willpower into it, as Danny got to his knees, moaning, blood dripping from his face, as Sizzle drew back her leg for a kick…

And stopped.

"Well well, what have we here?" Sizzle said, as the red fiery haze twisted and flowed down, until it was facing Sam, the puppet master examining her toy. "Resisting are we?"

"I WON'T…LET YOU HURT HIM…" Sam snarled. "WON'T…WON'T…"

"Ah, my dear girl…you must understand…he deserves this."

"NO HE DOESN'T! YOU'RE SICK! YOU'RE COMPLETELY INSANE!"

"Actually, you are. You let yourself fall for a male. And you actually think you're resisting my control. I'm just pretending you are." Sizzle said.

Sam's eyes widened, and then her leg set down and swung back, not affected by her attempt to claim it at all, and swung forward to bury itself deep in Danny's ribs, flipping him over with a gasping scream. Sam screamed herself, but she couldn't stop her body from stomping on Danny's stomach and then kicking him in the face when he reared up from that blow, thudding his head back against the ground again.

"Oh, this is more fun then I thought." Sizzle said, ignoring Sam's screams of rage and horror. They were almost as good as the boy's pain, as he tried to get up, coughing, blood spilling from his mouth. Too red though: probably from his lips rather then inside him. She'd see to that though. "All those years of frying males, I was missing out."

Danny was trying to get to his feet: Sizzle grabbed him by the hair, slammed two more fists into his gut, and then viciously elbowed him in the face. Sam felt something crack from that blow, and her scream was tinged by a sob because of it…

"Stop it…" She begged.

"No." Sizzle said. "Because THEY never stop girl. They pound on you until you can't fight back, and then they hold you open and take what they want, no matter how much you beg, no matter how much you scream, no matter how much you cry. ALL OF THEM. THEY'RE ALL THE SAME! And you're going to learn, girlie, that the price for loving a hero is a high as the price for being one. When I'm done with this kid, he'll be cursing your name for the rest of his very short life!"

"NO! NO!" Sam screamed as she tried to resist again, and found once more she couldn't control her limbs, she couldn't turn her head, she couldn't even close her eyes. All she could do was watch…and feel…and listen to Sizzle's delight as she beat Danny to a pulp.

"YOU MAY DO THIS WITH MY BODY, BUT IT WILL NOT BE ME! HE'LL KNOW THAT IT'S NOT ME!" Sam screamed as Sizzle approached Danny again, as he looked up in a daze, one of his eyes starting to swell shut.

"Sam…" Danny said.

Sam went dead silent, as she looked at Danny, trying to stand again, even so badly battered.

"Fight back Danny! Fight back!"

"Won't do any good girlfriend. My seed possession has many bonuses! Another is that while I have total control of your motor system not to mention your body as a vessel to focus my powers…but I'm not linked to your nervous system. Go ahead Danny! Hit her! You'll just hurt her!"

"Sam…oh Sam…" Danny whispered.

Sizzle smashed him across the face, fully breaking his cheekbone and sending him flying again.

"No…NO STOP! STOP!" Sam wept.

"You still haven't learned Sam. This is my world now. And all the begging won't stop me. I take what I want. And I want to show him death's door. After a lengthy detour through hell." Sizzle said, as she started after Danny again.


Danny wasn't the only one in hell.

Though perhaps Tucker had more mercy: despite his horrific burns, his body had both suffered a blow to the head from the explosion and gone into shock, so while he was still in great pain, it wasn't the immense agony he would be in if he'd been fully conscious. Where he could still hurt anyway: the third degree burns on his body had destroyed a good chunk of his surface nerves. The downside was that he probably only had a few minutes to live.

Or, considering the debris falling his way, a few seconds.

Before an angel came to his rescue. A dark angel, as black power seized the flaming debris and threw it away from him, more dark power snuffing out the flames around him as Raven floated down.

"Oh…oh you poor boy…" She whispered. This was always the worst part of her life: when innocents, lacking power but not bravery and heart, were caught in the crossfire in the war between good and evil, especially a war this personal. Tucker had been Danny's best friend…and he'd paid the price for it. A price that he should not have paid, but evil never hesitated when it came to extracting pounds of flesh from those who didn't owe them.

But…sometimes…mercy came, as Raven knelt down before him. She with in some luck: her healing ability required her to take pain into the body and Tucker's condition negated a good chunk of the pain…but still, healing him would be difficult.

But she didn't care. She'd die before she let him do so, as she laid her hands on his seared, melted flesh and concentrated.

"Azarath…Metrion…ZINTHOS!" She chanted, as black power flowed out and around her and Tucker, and then with a dark flash of power, it disappeared. Raven staggered back, gasping a bit under the pain…but it wasn't as bad as she had expected…

She looked at Tucker, seeing that the burns were indeed gone, replaced by smooth, undamaged flesh that clearly showed through his ragged clothes…as a white line removed itself from his ear and flowed back to Savior, who was kneeling nearby, grimacing.

"Noel?" Raven asked.

"Hey Rae. Good to see you're alive." Noel grunted through gritted teeth.

"You took most of his pain into your body to make my healing him easier."

"We owe him that." Savior replied, as he got up, the pain fading. Motion caught his eye, and then Starfire dropped down.

"I cannot see Danny: There is smoke everywhere and I am trying to avoid an ambush, but we must find him, quickly!" Starfire said, her voice worried and urgent.

"We will." Raven said, as she looked at the ground: a large scoop of dirt was pulled out via telekinesis, about six by six feet, as Raven lifted Tucker into the ditch and laid him down in it. Yanking nearby stones from a walkway, she builds a small but thickly lined fort over Tucker.

"He should have enough air in there to last about an hour. After that we'll either have won or died, I doubt there's any other option." Raven said. "Where's Cyborg?"

"He's ok. He's grabbing the gear, but let's not wait for him. We have to find Danny. Split up!" Savior ordered, and the three Titans scattered, trying to locate the teen in time.

None aware that they were already too late.


Danny was in utter agony, and not just in his battered, bleeding body. He was tormented in his heart and soul as well, as he listened to Sam's screams and cries as her body did the dirty work. He had thought he had finally managed to grasp Sizzle's cruelty and hatred for him, but now he realized he hadn't even been close. And he never could have been. She was beyond all his intellectual capacity. She wasn't a hurting victim or even crazy. She was evil, and she reveled in it.

As she was now, as she violently kicked him in the kneecap, and then when he doubled over she slammed an elbow into his spine. Danny crumpled to the ground, his vision a blur, his eyes stinging with blood. He got up, trying to get away, and he heard Sizzle laughing behind him, her sadistic joy rent with the undertone of Sam's sobs. In part of him, a great rage stirred, not at what was happening to him but the anguish Sam was going through. Why did Sizzle have to do this, forcing such suffering on not just him but her? What had she ever done…

…Except care for him. Deeply. And in Sizzle's mind, that was enough reason to punish her as well. She probably saw it as a betrayal on top of how much she wanted to kill Danny.

Danny could make out a vague shadow to his side, but his sight wasn't gone enough to confuse it for a Titan. Where were they, he wondered? Were they truly dead? Dying? Injured? Would Savior tend to his own wounded before he would help Danny?

"Oh look, a tool shed!" Sizzle said. "I wonder how good the structure is."

Sizzle tested this by picking up Danny and throwing him into the side of the small wood building, hard. Unfortunately, it was of good construction, as Danny's body took all the impact, as he crumpled to the ground, whimpering. He had tried to be strong, tried not to scream for help or beg for mercy that would not come, but he was not James Bond or an Akkadian, he wasn't trained to resist great amounts of pain, and every part of his body was in sheer torture.

"Wow, good assembly there." Sizzle said, as she walked up to the shed. "Wonder how well equipped it is."

Danny's mind was fading into murk again, as he rolled over and tried getting up, trying to get away. He couldn't hear Sizzle rummaging through the shed.

"No, too life threatening. Too life threatening. Too life threatening. Ah, perfect!"

"WHAT!" Sam screamed as Sizzle stepped out, wielding a rake, the kind used to sweep up leaves in the fall. "NO! NO!"

"You are terribly stubborn sister." Sizzle said as she approached. "You don't have a say, except to hear him SUFFER!"

And Sizzle brought the rake down, the spines slashing across Danny's back, and he finally screamed out loud as all the nerve endings ignited at once, rearing up, as Sizzle swung the rake back and slashed/struck him across the side, ripping open more flesh wounds on his left arm as he rolled from the impact.

"Ho boy, are we having fun yet?" Sizzle asked.

"YOU'RE A MONSTER! A MONSTER!" Sam was screaming.

"I am what they made me." Sizzle said as she walked up. "You consider that."

And she broke the handle of the rake over Danny's back, and when he reared up from THAT blow she slashed him, hard, across the face, ripping apart his features in a line of bloody wounds as he was flung back onto the ground.

"Bored now." Sizzle said, as she tossed the rake aside…and spied something behind the toolshed. Stacked cordwood, put aside for the winter. Though human eyes could not really see it, Sizzle's fiery optics seemed to fade a bit, as if she was forgetting where she was.

"Hmmm…I…well…but…" Sizzle said. "Daddy…"

And then her eyes grew furious.

"No. No more. NO FUCKING MORE!" Sizzle screamed as she stomped forward and snatched up a piece of wood, as Sam screamed again and begged her to stop, but Sizzle didn't hear Sam, didn't even enjoy her suffering any more, because she was utterly lost in rage, as she strode back over to Danny.

"Here's a little something for you DADDY!" Sizzle screamed as she brought the cordwood down on Danny's back, carefully aiming for the muscles: she didn't want a broken back robbing her of any of her well deserved pain. Danny screamed as the powerful club slammed against him, reverating through his form, as he tried to get away.

"HERE'S HOW IT FEELS BIG BROTHER!" Sizzle screamed as she smashed Danny's kneecap with the log, shattering it. "LIKE IT, BIG MEN? HUH? HUH? WHO HAS THE BIG ONE NOW?" Sizzle bellowed as she slammed blow after blow into Danny's body, not hearing his cries or Sam's, just feeling her overwhelming need to pay them all back, again and again, because her pain never faded so she'd return it back on the world TENFOLD…

The log, slick with blood, finally slipped from her hands, but it didn't matter, as she kicked Danny onto his back and climbed onto him, no longer making any noise at all, as she raised a fist and brought it down on Danny. A dull crunch rang through the air.

"I'm sorry Danny." Sam sobbed as her fists went up and down, up and down, blood coating the knuckles. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"I'M SORRRRRRRYYYYY!"

WHAM! Sizzle brought her hands together, raised them up, and brought them down full force on Danny's face. The impact made Danny's whole body spasm, and then it went limp.

Sizzle finally regained control of herself, blinking, and then looked down on Danny's broken body, his face an utter mess. But she apparently hadn't broken any ribs, somehow, as his chest was still rising and falling, slightly. She smirked to herself.

"Well…all good things must come to an end…" Sizzle said, as she flexed her aching hands. She was amazed she hadn't broken any of her host's fingers. The girl must drink her calcium.

"No…" Sam whimpered.

"Oh yes. Take a good look Sam. Remember it. Because you'll be seeing this sight for the rest of your life." Sizzle said, as she leaned in close to Danny's swollen, battered, bloody face. "You're all scum Danny. All of you. Your sins unite you, no matter your actions. I saw it all, on my quest to find a way back. Saw all your crimes, all your atrocities. Well, it ends now. It's time for mankind to learn the price of his sickness. He'll learn to curse that sack of flesh and tissue that hangs between his legs. And when they all get down to hell…you can show them around, Danny."

A speck of fire ignited on the tip of Sizzle's finger, as she slowly raised it up, and then brought it before Danny's face.

"But before you go…breath in deep Danny." Sizzle whispered. "I want you to feel ME inside YOU."

And then Danny, his brain fogged by pain beyond any human should endure, did indeed take that breath.

And sucked Sizzle's flame in, down through his throat and into his lungs…where it ignited inside him.

Danny's body jerked violently upward as fire exploded within his lungs…and then he slumped down, his head wilting to the side, all light fading from his swollen eyes.

"………………………………..No." Sam whispered.

She suddenly found she had control of her form again, as Sizzle drew herself up even further, her entire body appearing above Sam's now, though the red tendrils still drifted down, attached to the teenage girl, as Sam pulled herself off Danny, staring in utter horror at the boy she had…loved…the boy Sizzle had destroyed.

The boy who had born the brunt of the sins of mankind, real and imagined.

"Danny…" Sam whispered, as fresh tears slipped from her eyes, as she reached out and touched his face, his horribly battered face, the pain he took for her, because he wouldn't fight back and let her come to harm…

And then Sizzle started to laugh, long and loud, as she threw back her head and laughed to the heavens, as if she was mocking God. And she probably was. He was usually portrayed as male.

"Danny…oh Danny…" Sam whispered.

And then the rage re-awoke in her, as she stood up. She knew she could not strike her enemy, or harm her in any way…but she still had her voice, and if she could do anything she would speak.

"Well, are you HAPPY?" Sam screamed. "ARE YOU HAPPY YOU ABOMINATION! YOU CRAZY SICK MONSTEROUS THING! IS YOUR ROTTEN HEART FINALLY SATED?"

Sizzle's laughter had been dying off, as she slipped down to face Sam again, like she had before. Her face was not encased in rage, or mad joy…but rather something even worse. Pity.

"No. I'm not happy." Sizzle said. "Because I can't be happy."

Sam had no answer to this, even as twin pairs of fresh tears leaked from her eyes. Sizzle's flaming hand reached out and scooped one off the face, somehow keeping it from evaporating.

"I can't be sad either. I only have one feeling child. That pain that flows through your being? Imagine it being a thousand times worse. That is my existence. All I have comes from that. All I have is my rage and my agony. I can't make it go away! I can't escape it! I couldn't leave it behind even after I died! It's my entire subsistence, the only reason I still exist! Happy? I can't be happy child. You think you've seen me happy? All you see is just a façade, a cheap illusion of the real thing. How can you feel something you have no idea how to feel?" Sizzle asked.

"……..Why…why…" Was all Sam could say.

"Because I have to. It has to be done. They all have to pay for it. All mankind. They ruined this world, this sex, and they ruined me. And now I'm going to do the only thing I can do: I'M GOING TO RUIN THEM!" Sizzle screamed as she suddenly shifted forward, engulfing Sam, and her eyes showed shock before the look faded, as Sizzle banished Sam deep into the recesses and told full control of her body. She didn't need the girl any more: she had punished Danny Fenton for defying her, and his body lay at her feet, worthless garbage now. Now she had to bring his fate to all his kind, every last one of them.

But she figured she'd wring one last bit of blood from her stone, as she turned a bit and stepped up to Danny's limp form, his lungs melted to cellular scrap in his chest, his heart an exploded sack of dead flesh. Or at least that was what Sizzle assumed, but she knew full well what heat did to a human body.

She smirked. It had been worth the wait. Now to give his soul a rocket boost to the nine gates.

"Pucker up your nose girlfriend!" Sizzle said, her being framing Sam's face with another giant sick smile, a false smile with nothing behind it but the torment that was all she knew, as fire ignited on her hand. "You haven't smelled a burning body until you've smelled one up close! BURN BABY BURN!"

The blue-white blast flew through the air and struck her, and ice instantly formed on Sizzle's body before she could react in any way, sheathing her whole form in less then a second and then growing thicker and thicker until it stopped, a crude structure of ice three feet thick that completely encased Sizzle's body.

For about two seconds, before it began to shake and then exploded off Sizzle as she shattered the ice with a scream, turning furious eyes on the man who had dared shoot her with something so cold.

"Sizzle." Savior said, as he lowered Victor Fries' ice gun.

And then Cyborg thudded down behind Savior. And this wasn't the Cyborg we knew. He was at least twice as tall and wide, his black and metallic head sticking out from the special battle body he had brought just for this occasion. Normally, the HY-Gogg (that's a Gundam if you're curious, look it up, it first appeared in Gundam 0080) shaped battle suit clad in metallic silver was too bulky to use in normal combat…but in this abandoned city, Cyborg had no need to worry. And it resisted heat quite well, which was the original reason Cyborg had brought it. Armed to the teeth with weapons specially modified for this fight, Cyborg lifted his arm as sections snapped open and several kinds of guns emerged.

Starfire floated down on one side, cocking a large metallic gun that looked straight of the MIB movies, as Raven floated down the other side, whispering a few words that caused tendrils of icy wind to blow around her hands.

Sizzle glared at them, the Titans she was sure she had killed…and they met her gaze, as Savior raised both his arms, holding the ice guns of Fries and Leonard Snart, known the world over as Mr. Freeze and Captain Cold.

"We'd like a word with you."

NOT The End