Woot! I actually got 8 reviews, I can't believe it! And they were all good too! Ha, what funness!

First, to my WONDERFUL reviewers:

Jaina12- Thank you. I felt pretty sneaky about putting those hints in too.;) But I couldn't think of anything else to say!

lil LIK Star- Thank you as well, and now with all my reviews I do intend to keep going, but the only question I have is, will you still read it once I reveal something you might not like?? I sort of switched my words around in the first chapter so that you wouldn't be able to tell who Nightwing had hurt, and I did that on purpose. In fact, unless I have very clever readers, I have decided not to reveal it until the third chapter, so please don't hurt me!

Melee- Here it is, my update. Soon enough for you I hope!

artemisgirl- I know my grammar is prolly really awful in these, but sometimes I hate following conventional rules when writing for fun. I tried to make new paragraphs, just for you, and so it would be easier to read in this new chapter. Let me know what you think.

chickiidoo- Wow, you called my idea "great." I don't know what to say....Are you on drugs, insane, or "smarter than the average bear?"...Just checking... Cuz I know what is wrong with me, so I want to know what I did to drag you down to my level...:) J/K

Jeanniestorm- I'm not revealing anything about the singer and if there is a connection to Sl- Wait, hold on a sec. (bends over as the little gremlin, Kremkar, from my computer whispers something in my ear) Ahem. Disregard anything I have just said, er, written; apparently I reveal all about the singer and her ties in this chapter you are about to read, well I reveal most of her ties anyway, not necessarily all of them. (Leans down and throws a cookie on her desk. "Thanks Krem, you're a real pal.")

x-RAVEN-x -Well, since you really, really, really want me to update, okay, here it is. I really, really, really hope you're not disappointed. And your guess as to my impending pairing....I'm not telling.:) (Ducks as a computer monitor is chucked at her head)

Lain the Fluff-Master- And finally, last but sure as hell not least, to my lucky reviewer #8, whom I absolutely adore:) I'm glad you like the whole western setting, I wasn't too sure about it because I thought it might come across as corny. So, this chapter will be dedicated to everyone who reviewed, but most of all, to you, since you were the sole reason this fic is getting its chance in the unsafe waterery region that is Love ya!

Now, on with the next installment!


Wild, Wild West: Chapter Two

After only ten or fifteen minutes of walking, a rather large bar with the sign 'Sandstone Saloon' hanging high above came into view and the two heroes headed toward the wooden double doors.

"This must be the place huh?" Richard asked, walking up the tiny steps and through the swinging saloon doors.

"Yep," Victor said, coming up next to him. "This is definitely the place I'm seeing in my head. Terra's got to be around here somewhere, so while we're waiting we might as well sit down and get a drink. Looks like there's a show or something." They found a table up front, close to a small stage and placed their drink orders with a young girl who had come over as soon as they sat down.

Richard was never much of a drinker, he felt like it comprised his state of mind with long-term effects, but after turning 21 four years ago, he would oblige every now and then when Cyborg, er, Victor would ask him to go out or something. No sooner after they had received their drinks, all the windows were closed to make the room darker and a spotlight shone brightly on the dark red curtain directly ahead. As a young woman stepped onto the stage, Richard and Victor did a major double take, recognizing the girl whom neither had seen since the Titans had first formed ten years ago. She was wearing fishnet stockings, a frilly black and red can-can skirt, a black and red halter top covered in sequins and a solitary red feather sticking out of her curly black-haired bun.

"Welcome, welcome gentlemen," Kitty Anders cried out, loving her job and yet despising it at the same time, only because she was no longer the main attraction anymore. "Are y'all ready for the show now?" The saloon full of men yelled, hooted, hollered, and whistled their agreements.

Victor and Richard merely sat stunned in the very front, eyes glued to this Kitty Anders; "Is that who I think it is?" Victor finally whispered, shaking his head back and forth.

"Yeah, I'd recognize those beady little eyes anywhere," Richard answered, visibly shuddering. "But what in Slade's crazy world is Blackfire doing here? And acting so perky at that?"

The men's thoughts were thoroughly drowned out as Kitty started her next lines and the crowd grew increasingly rowdier. "Well, then," Kitty drawled, pulling back as the curtain opened. "How 'bout everyone here gives a round of little ol' applause for Jump Town's rising star: Miss Purty!"

The entire saloon clapped a bit longer, then instantly got quiet as a shadowed figure was revealed sitting atop a piano and the piano player began his slow haunting melody. As the light around the singer grew, Richard noticed she had long red hair peeking out from underneath a scarf that covered everything but her almond-shaped eyes. Richard found himself immediately captivated by her looks, reveling in her dangerous curves, slender legs, and heaving bosom.

Miss Purty's outfit matched her tune this evening, sleek and snug, it hugged every curve in the right place, exposing her slim shoulders, tiny frame, and flourishing outward at the bottom with a well-placed slit up to her top right thigh; the light purple silk illuminated her red hair wondrously, but unfortunately more eyes were drawn lower to where her crossed legs dangling off the piano were the highlight of the show. I could make a safe assumption they're not here for my voice, she thought facetiously. Knowing full well her 'boss' would probably beat her if she ever let on that she felt like that.

Clearing her throat, Miss Purty sang out the tune her 'boss' had picked out for this evening, unbeknownst to her, ensnaring the handsome man in the very front. Is that? Richard thought, desperately trying to find any trace of familiarity in the woman's face. Could it really be Star? I can't tell, it's so hard to see with that stupid scarf covering her face. If he had any other inclinations as to who it might have been, they were thrown out the window the second her mouth opened and a sweet, incredible voice rang out. With her singing talents displayed, Victor and Richard, suppressing growing smirks, both tried to figure out who this mystery singer was.


There's no me without you, There's no meaning to life without you,

Tell me why should I care 'bout doing my hair, When I can't stop the thinking about you,

There's no moon without you, There's no Saturday nights without you,

There's no walk through the park, No beat in my heart,

No I love you, No I can't live without you,

You told me everything would be cool, Said I wouldn't always feel blue,

How come I feel like a wreck? How come the skies are all gray?

How come my eyes are all red? Why am I alone in my bed?


Richard's mind shut down when Miss Purty started singing, her pure state of pain and sadness screaming out in her tone, made his insides quiver and he knew, right then, that he just had to meet this amorous anomaly.He desired to love and to be loved once again as he sat there listening to her sing, secretly hoping that maybe she could be the one. But she can't, his mind argued. She probably isn't even real, just another one of Slade's mindless creations. You can't love her. He frowned for a moment. But still, his rational side interjected, Even if she is fake, maybe she is still real enough to help us find the other Titans and get everyone out of here. Richard's thoughts ceased to exist as another verse started and he was inexplicably drawn into her angel-like voice.


You told me everything would be fine, Why am I losing my mind?

How come I feel like a fool? Why do I keep losing you?

Why do I love in despair, When you're not there?

There's no me without you, There's no meaning to life without you,

Tell me why should I care 'bout doing my hair, When I can't stop the thinking about you?

There's no moon without you, There's no Saturday nights without you,

There's no walk through the park, No beat in my heart,

No I love you, No I can't live without you


The young woman stood up now and walked around the stage, creating an air of beauty around her. The music grew more intense, as did her performance, and in an instant her eyes had locked with Richard's, undeniably stuck there as she noticed the handsome stranger staring at her with rapt attention. Woah, she thought, trying to keep herself on task and remember her next move. Who is he? He's gorgeous! Their eyes remained glued to each other until she had to look away and continue on with her act.


So blue for you, So deep in love with you,

So hard to say bye-bye, When you know how hard I've tried,

I, I, I tried baby No No No ooh,

You told me everything would be fine, Why am I losing my mind?

How come I feel like a fool? Why do I keep losing you?

Why do I love in despair, When you're not there? Oh no

No there's no me without you, There's no meaning to life without you,

Tell me why should I care 'bout doing my hair? When I can't stop the thinking about you,

There's no moon without you, There's no Saturday nights without you,

There's no walk through the park, No, no, No beat in my heart,

No I love you, No I can't live without you


Meanwhile, in the dark corners of the Sandstone Saloon, Sheriff Wilson sat there watching the show, completely intrigued in the strange young man that came in with Mr. Stone.

"Hmm," he whispered to his colleague, Deputy Jennifer Jekyll. "It seems our newest patron is quite taken with Miss Purty, wouldn't you agree?"

The deputy just sat there and grinned, "Oh yes most definitely it would seem. And, if I may say so myself, it seems as if Miss Perfect herself is smitten with tall, dark and mysterious as well."

The sheriff clenched his fist as a strong surge of anger welled up inside of him, but he hid it well and stood up. "Well then," he said frighteningly calm. "Maybe I should introduce the two lovebirds; it would give me a chance to meet this young man, not to mention, to let him know that Miss Purty is my property. Teach the both of them a lesson, won't you say?" Deputy Jekyll chuckled quietly and walked off, making her way to order another drink at the bar.

Sheriff Wilson walked over to the two men as Miss Purty took her final bow, eyes still locked with the newcomer, that is, until she saw the sheriff nearing and her eyes narrowed at him, sending daggers his way. She walked off stage as the curtain closed, acknowledging the signal her 'boss' had given her to tell her to clean up and get into something comfortable because she was about to have some company. Miss Purty huffed off stage to her dressing room and the sheriff came up behind Victor.

"Well hello Mr. Stone, it's a pleasure to see you as always," he said, smiling warmly at the mechanic who personally took care of the sheriff's car and paddy wagon. "And I see you've brought a friend as well."

Victor looked startled at the sheriff as his new memories registered him as a client of his and the sheriff of Jump Town as well. "Oh, yeah," he mumbled, getting up to shake Wilson's hand. "Hey there Sheriff. This is Richard Grayson, he's an old acquaintance of mine." Richard stood up and shook the man's hand, trying to get a good look at his shadowed face, cast by his oversized hat.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grayson," he said, nodding toward the empty stage. "If you don't mind me being so bold, I couldn't help but notice you were quite enthralled in Miss Purty's performance up there?" Richard slightly blushed but nodded furiously.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sheriff," he sternly said. "Oh, you noticed, huh? I'm afraid I couldn't help it, sir. She was incredibly talented, as well as beautiful." Wilson just nodded, keeping his smile plastered on his face.

"Would you care to meet her?" he asked innocently. "I could arrange something if you'd like." Richard's face lit up at the mention of a meeting, but he glanced over at Victor to see what he wanted to do.

Victor, though, was preoccupied, looking around Richard's back toward the bar. "You know what?" he said rather absentmindedly. "Why don't you go ahead and meet her, Dick? I see someone I want to talk with anyway. I'll meet you out front whenever you're ready."

With that he took off away from Richard, as he looked over toward the bar and saw why; a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young woman had stepped out of the back room and was serving up drinks.

"Thanks, Vic," he called out after him, watching him approach Terra and ask to talk with her privately.

He turned back toward Sheriff Wilson, getting cold shivers up and down his spine.

"Are you sure it's okay?" he asked, uncertainty in his voice. "That you and Miss Purty wouldn't mind? I surely wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone."

"Oh of course not," Wilson reassured him, placing a hand on his back and leading him up some stairs at the back of the bar. "It's no trouble at all, I promise you. I enjoy meeting and making new acquaintances, as I am sure Miss Purty will be absolutely thrilled to meet another fan, such as yourself."

He lead Richard down a hallway filled with doors and stopped at the very last one, engraved with a gold star and the name 'Miss Purty' on the outside.

"Ahem, Miss Purty?" Sheriff Wilson called, knocking on her door. "Are you in there?" A hurried scuffling was heard from behind the door and a muffled voice answered.

"Yes, sir," came the quiet voice, sounding familiar to Richard.

"I have a visitor for you," the sheriff informed her, making it sound almost like an order. "He is a new friend of mine and I would like him to be completely satisfied with his time here at Sandstone Saloon. He seemed very amused by your performance, and he wishes to meet you personally." Richard didn't like the tone of voice he was using, making the situation seem much more than it was intended to be. "He would much enjoy to meet you," Wilson continued on. "I trust you'll make him feel very welcome, my pet?"

"Yes, sir, of course," came the quiet voice once more, sounding almost defeated. "Anything for a fan and a friend of yours. I shall do my best not to disappoint."

"Good, my dear," he cooed back. "Good. Now then Mr. Grayson, I shall take my leave and I trust you to keep my investment in tip-top shape. You can leave whenever you feel like it; it was a pleasure meeting you and I hope to again someday." Wilson bowed slightly to Richard, turned around, and walked back downstairs, leaving the former Boy Wonder to enter the room by himself.


A'ight now. If I can get (pulls number out of ass), hmm, 9 more reviews, then I will post chapter three! Take that all you crazy readers!

Next Chapter: Richard finally meets Miss Purty face to face, but she definitely isn't what he expected. He gets caught up in the moment, but in the process he finds a new friend and vows to help her escape her imprisonment.