RR76: I am SORRY. SORRY for the embarrassment that was last chapter. For the last two weeks I have been kicking myself for that piece of (censor) that was last chapter. I swear, this will more than make up for it... I hope. This will show you why I upped the rating (not a sex scene).

Oh yeah, there's a hidden joke in last chapter. Only Poopy Penguin would get it though. When Cyborg says, "And as far as we can tell, he's not another used car salesman, quarterback, or porn site." I'm making a referance to the source of Carson's name: Carson Palmer, the quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals. I woulda given him a Raider name, but none really... fit his charecter.

On the plus side, the Coloniel is named after Justin Fargas. On the DOWN side, his last name comes from Jason Elam, the Broncos kicker. In celebration of the game against Denver, you see.

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The Wild Ambition: Hey, makes sense. They just escape and go out and do more bad things. Of course, Carson is on the FBI's most wanted list, so more than likely (in fact, I ASSURE you) that he's killed more people. And will kill again. Oh yeah, could you give me the link to the FBI's site? I tried it under dot com, dot org and dot net (it doesn't let you use the site names), and I didn't come up with anything.

Queen-Of-Azerath: Yeah... uh... I was too lazy to come up with actual last names for them. Hope you don't mind.

rav4990: No promises, but I'll do my best.

Fourthelement: Carson isn't really a Titan. He's just a guy they picked up in a warehouse that's currently living with them.

Don't own, don't sue.

The alarm blared and a red light filled the room. Robin bookmarked the page and closed down the FBI's site, bringing up a map of the city. A blip on the far side of the screen indicated where the crime was taking place. "Bank robbery downtown. At least three criminals," Robin reported. The door to the hall hissed open and Carson stepped out, walking to the computor.

"Something happen?" he asked casually, looking at the screen. The other Titans instinctively took a half step away from him.

"Bank robbery. Wanna come with?" Robin asked. Carson shrugged. "Gets kind of boring going over newspaper articles all day. Then again, you should know," he said smugly, tilting his head in the direction of the newspaper covered kitchen table. He turned back to Robin. "So yeah, might as well."

As they headed in the direction of the garage, Cyborg stopped Robin. "You sure it's a good idea to bring him along? I mean, last time-"

"We'll see what happens," said Robin, cutting off his friend.

A gunshot rang out in the bank as the three criminals (robbers sounds cheesy) backed out of the bank, bags of money in both hands. A birdarang hit one of their legs and he fell to the ground. The weapon returned to it's owner as Robin, Cyborg and Raven stood blocking the path of the thieves. Their heads turned to see a wooly mammoth blocking their path on the other side, and Starfire hovering over them, her hands glowing green.

The one in the middle grinned and started laughing, confounding her would-be opponents. "Robin and the Teen Titans, isn't it? Heard you guys took down Johnny Rancid. I tell ya, you did us a favor. Killed half of us before that gig here in Jump came along."

"Um... half? Us? What's she talking about?" Raven asked.

The leader's grin widened. "I'm talking about them," she said, extending her arms. Bikers, thugs, rapists, serial killers and so on stepped out of the surrounding buildings. They circled the Titans, cutting of their escape.

"I'm guessin' at least 40 of them," Cyborg said. "And I doubt they're here to just congragulate us."

The leader leaped onto the top of the bank and stared at the small army she had assembled. "We are the White Scarves. And you are our latest victims!"

The White Scarves tightened their circle, further surrounding the Titans till they were almost back to back. Robin saw no alternative. "Titans, GO!" he shouted.

The Titans charged outward, engaging the White Scarves in hand to hand combat. Their leader just watched gleefully, staring down at the battle beneath her. The Titans were fighting valiantly, but they were no match for the superior numbers of the White Scarves, who seemed nearly indestructable. Every time they were knocked down with a blow that should have rendered them unconcious, they got back up and fought more furiously than before. Slowly, the Titans were pushed back.

Robin fell down, knocked back by a blow from one of the thugs. The thug smiled wickedly and pulled out twin knives. He positioned one just above Robin's throat and drew his arm back to make the killing blow. Before he could, arms wrapped themselves around his head and slammed sideways, snapping his neck. The thug fell down to reveal Carson standing behind him. He stooped to pick up the knives from the dead thug's corpse and without a word went to his work.

A biker rode at him and swung a chain at Carson, wrapping the chain around his left arm. Carson pulled his arm back and the biker flew free of his motorcycle, slamming into a building. Four more bikers rode at him and Carson pulled his revolver out, picking off each one without missing a shot. He stabbed behind him with one of the knives, impaling a would-be attacker. He pulled the knife free, turned, and brought the knife to meet his neck, decapitating him. Carson pulled the other knife out and slew another attacker.

Someone came at him from behind. Carson stepped out of the way of the massive thug and stabbed him in the chest with a knife, then drove the other into his back. He kicked a biker out of the way and stabbed both sides of his head with his knives, killing him instantly. He left the knives where they were and drew his saber, wading into the center of the fray in a whirling dance of death, cutting down enemy after enemy until there were no more enemies to speak of. He stood in the center of it all, surrounded by bloodied, dismembered bodies and watched as the other Titans rose to the grizzly monument to the mysterious boy's power. Carson sheathed his sword and stood there silently.

A bullet whizzed past his ear and he turned around to see the leader of the White Scarves standing, holding a gun. She lowered her free hand to her side and flexed her fingers, indicating her challenge. Carson lowered his own hand to his holster and flexed his fingers in return. The Titans stared in awe at the scene unfolding before them as Carson stood ready, an old-west style quick draw about to take place. The seconds dragged on, seeming like hours, until...

The White Scarve's leader suddenly drew her other gun, firing both in unison. Almost at the same time, Carson drew his revolver and fired a single shot. The three guns belched smoke and flame, and when the smoke cleared, both fighters stood unwavering.

Until, that is, the leader of the White Scarves wobbled and fell. The Titans rushed to her body and turned it over to see a hole between her eyes. They turned back to Carson, who was walking towards them, his left hand clutched into a fist.

Raven opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Beast Boy swallowed hard and chuckled nervously. "Guess you were quicker on the draw-"

Carson interrupted him by extending his left hand, fingers facing downward. He opened his fist and two bullets fell at his feet, still warm.

"I wasn't," Carson said quietly.

RR76: And the plot thickens... I think. Now do you see why I upped the rating?

R/R