DISCLAIMER: I own whut I own and that's whut I own. This fic disregards anything after the third season.

Chapter 3: "Real Underground, Baby" (again with tha ICP song names…)

Squad West POV

The huge, cylindrical mansion the West Squad inhabited was automatically turning on it's lights for day. As always, Gun Wraith was first to awake. He was always up at seven a.m. to say a quick prayer, cook breakfast, and catch up on the news. Moth was always second. As he left his dark room, he place a phantom of the opera half mask on and made his way to the kitchen and dining room on the Zen garden level. Guard was up at eight thirty and wore his black body suit he wore under his armor and blue jeans.

"Hey I." Gun Wraith greeted. (his dreadlocks now are just below his shoulders)

"What up, man?"

"Just cooked breakfast. Sausage?"

"Dude…" he stared at his friend with a stern look. (remember, he's Jewish)

"Hey, just jokin'… no need to be upset…"

"Your just like Gar.." Moth was seated reading a newspaper.

"Oh, sorry Phantom. Please don't hurt me."

"Shut tha fuck up. I am your leader, and I deserve respect." He stood in front of his brother, his eyes glowing red and his wings spreading from the back of his trench coat.

Stunned and frightened, Gun Wraith could only mutter "Yes sir.."

"Speakin' of Gar.." Guard interjected. ".. remember last year when he said 'Dude, I wanna be Changeling. Call me Changeling..' "

"Yeah. It didn't last a week" Gun Wraith laughed.

"Rae, just called him Dumbass…." Moth added with a smile.

"Those two are exact opposite soul mates…" Gun Wraith was smiling as he thought of the two.

"Yeah, but they are just that; soul mates.."

In their Earth tone room, Terra and Dyggar slept. They where both very tired from the concert last night and were taking their much needed rest. Hours later, Terra awoke to find Dyggar sprinkling her nude body with a soft white rose pedals.

"Mornin' Beautiful…"

"Mmm, what time is it?"

"Um, eleven twenty.." he answered her as he checked the clock.

"I still can't get used to not being waken up by the sunrise…"

"Well we're underground, baby…" (I worked tha title in hahaha!)

In the streets outside, Killer Moth was with a few of his moth monsters and was robbing the Southside branch of the Jump City Bank.

"Yes! Cower before Killer Moth! I am the moth master!"

"Bullshit…."

"What! Who dares..!"

"I do!" Moth shouted as he shot energy blasts at his winged foe. (I'm usin intelligent words!)

"Ahh! Attack my- Aaaahh!" Killer Moth looked on in horror as his creations were shot one by one by blue energy.

"Target practice…" Gun Wraith stated as he blew off his fingers.

Killer Moth headed for the back door, but was cut off by a series of blows from Guard.

"We do nice work.." The young Mahat Magar master looked down upon the man. "It's been kinda slow… I guess I should thank ya' …"

Killer Moth heard nothing but silence in his unconscious state.

The three headed back to their home, satisfied with a job well done.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes" Moth looked upon the pale, well dressed man.

"Yes, I was wondering where I could find the Titans."

Moth felt a strange vibe coming from him, but pointed his finger towards an island with a ten story T shaped tower on it.

Looking at the tower, he turned back and said "Thank you, Moth is it?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you, Moth"

"Strange guy." Gun Wraith commented before spreading his demon and angel wings.

"We'll probably see him again…" Moth's eyes glowed as he attempted to read the mind of the stranger. He shouted in pain and fell to the ground, clutching his head.

The man turned and moved his finger back and forth in a (no, no) manner. "Do not go into my mind without asking Moth. Doing such a thing to a Blood is dangerous. You have better be glad I am not my father."

"..Blood? You're tha son of Brother Blood!"

"Yes. Sebastian Blood the eight." As he bowed, he raised his hand. After emitting a red glow, he vanished.

The three picked themselves off the ground.

"w-What happened?" Guard asked with a confused look.

"i-I don't remember… Moth?"

"Me either…."

"Fools!"

"What was... Nothing I guess…."

"Let's go home guys.."

Titans East POV

Bumble Bee was training her team hard. Arsenal trying to hit Mas and Menos with paint marker arrows in a maze as Aqualad was swimming through a water filled part of the large chamber, trying to get all three of them.

"Roy! Save your ammo! Don't spray and pray! Mas! Menos! You call that hiding! Garth! At least try!"

"Hey! I'm an expect marksman Karen!"

"Yeah, and you can't even see us!"

"We move too fast!"

"Try! How's this!" the young Atlantian soaked his leader. As she lay stunned she looked upon her teammates.

"What was that for!"

"Sorry. Seemed I needed to cool you off.." Aqualad reasoned.

"Karen, you have been so worried whether Slade and Blood will return, you forgot we are human.."

"Hey.."

"Sorry Garth… Anyway, please. Just relax. We are a great team. We're tired and we can handle anything."

"Miss Bumble Bee, please settle down.."

As she sighed, she looked up at the guys. They all held out their hands and helped her up. "Ok… sorry. I've just been on edge.."

As she changed and dried off, Arsenal cooked dinner, Aqualad was conversing with the fish in a tank, and Mas and Menos played video games.

"Hey guys."

"Hey Bee" they all greeted.

"Any of you bother to check the mail?" They looked at each other questionably. "Figures…"

As she looked through the pile, she muttered to herself. "Junk mail, junk mail, coupons, fan mail, fan mail, fan mail, 'Greetings from Blood' –WHAT!" She dropped all others and the guys ran to her side. She slowly broke a wax seal of a family crest on the back and pulled out the letter.

"Pleasant Greetings,

My name is Sebastian Blood. I am the son of the seventh 'Brother Blood.' Sadly, my father has passed due to an unfortunate accident. I am his sole heir and wish to set things right. I would love to meet you all for my crowning of the new 'Brother Blood.' I seek peace between your respective teams. I only wish my father tried the same. It shall be a formal affair and I assure you, no harm shall be done. I hope it pleases you to know that I am turning the school concept my father had for the HIVE into a Church, The Church of Blood. You may do as you wish, bring any items you may require, but please, no weapons. I shall not have any in my possession. I have sent these to all four organizations and wish to see you next Saturday at nine. It shall be a glorious occasion!

Hopefully your ally,

Sebastian Blood"

All four groups were stunned. A new Brother Blood, who seeks peace. It sounded too good to be true. However after they all discussed it, they all agreed. The 'Blood Ball' would be something none of them would miss.

Titans West POV

"Gar…"

"What is it Rae?"

"That's who sent me the letter…"

"He just has a crush." He assured her. "He can't do anything about this." He raised their intertwined hands.

"I believe you, Gar.." as she kissed him, it did not matter if Trigon himself was in the room; they would not break, but could they hold up to what was ahead?

(Blood has held out the olive branch, but what are his true intentions? Shiiiiiit, I'm makin' it up as I go!)