Hola, fellow writers and reviewers! Sorry for the wait, though Science Fair was technically over when I last updated, he (the science teacher) forgot to mention that we'd be making 5 power point presentations on earthquakes and world changes, and Standardized tests (Already taken) and ITBS tests are coming up soon. And.. Oh never mind, you know how most schools can be with all those piles of homework which you can barely balance in your hands as its wobbling and about to tip over. Absolutely annoying.

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And thanks to everyone else that has or had ever reviewed this story. Since Spring Break has now officially started, let the updates of stories begin! Yahoo!

Chapter 9: Why be a Criminal?

"And so that's why I take the gold bars. Sure, I'd love to be selfish, but everything has a reason, and don't forget it." Dr. Light finished. Robin thought intently on what he had just said. His case seemed to be the same as George's, in fact, it was exactly a copy of the situation, except the fact that Light wasn't under control and was supplying the money to save his family. Robin felt an extreme sense of pity, but didn't express it. But it made Robin wonder, if that was the reason Dr. Light attempted to steal the gold bars the first time, did secret society exist back then? As if reading his thoughts, Light grimly replied,

"Yes." Silence then engulfed the trio, enshrouding them with awkward feelings and weird mentalities. Dr. Light sighed and held up his hands. Robin raised his eyebrow.

"I've done wrong, and I surrender." Light acknowledged him, and suddenly Robin remembered his duty as a superhero. Robin raised a green gloved hand.

"No. I'm not going to have you arrested for this. For this time, I will let you take some of the money. However, I'd like you to take me to the drop-off point." Robin replied. Light turned deafly pale, like a Raven losing control of her powers was behind him. Light's face was horrified at something, perhaps being caught showing Robin the way.

"I'll hide from view, don't worry about that." Robin said, reading Light's shocked face in a somewhat calm tone. Robin didn't know why, but his heart was fluttering like a butterfly. And, he didn't know why. Was it because he had in some way failed his duties, letting the villain get his prize? Or was something larger at stake? Robin mentally slapped himself. He was Leader of the Teen Titans, he could not act this way.

"Lead the way, Light Bulb." Rancid finally said, making his appearance known once more. Light merely nodded in reply and began to walk the long road to the place only known as... The Drop Off.

Meanwhile...

Cyborg was having no success at trying to make Starfire's body articulate air. And he hadn't a clue why not. As he was about to give up and leave Starfire for the dead (AN: Isn't he nice?) a past conversation struck him hard, and Cyborg mentally cursed. How could he forget?

"And if you ever need any help, my state-of-the-art mechanics of the 30th century will be right here, to fix you up in a jiffy." Cyborg stated proudly. Starfire suppressed the giggles coming up her throat.

"That is nice, friend Cyborg, but I do not need air to live. Tameranians are made differently from that of humans. I need sunlight. Tameranian systems are solar powered, much like what some of the technology here uses." Starfire replied, floating next to Cyborg as he fixed up the T-Car.

"I'll remember that, Starfire. I won't let you down."

But he had let her down. He had forgotten. Feeling like a total twit, he sat down on a nearby chair and buried his face into his hands.

"I'm sorry, Star, I let you down. I'm so... Wait a minute." Cyborg trailed off, and excitement seized his half robotic, half human structure. With his heart set, he went off to work on what may become his most advanced and useful device... ever.

Few Minutes Later...

It seemed to be dark and quiet when he finally awoke. Looking about he noticed the two girls still in the beds parallel to him, Raven still stuck to the bed and Starfire quietly whimpering. Beast Boy sighed in relief when he saw Raven's face full of content, no longer strained and hurt like a wounded dog. Beast Boy's heart filled with joy, knowing that Raven was going to recover just fine. It still nerved him slightly that her large gash was still there, and that Raven hadn't healed it by now. But he knew she would take care of it, and rolled over to look at the red head.

What he saw surprised him. Only a minute before she looked fine, with occasional whimpers here and there. But now, it seemed that there was a new girl laying there. The once glossy shiny red hair was now a dim lifeless dark maroon, and her skin was no longer a tanned orange. It was a sickly yellow, and it hurt Beast Boy immensely just looking at her frame. Beast Boy flashed his head over to the doorway, as a lot of noises could be heard beyond it. It sounded like something heavy, heavier than Cyborg, hearing the footfalls. It was coming in this direction. But knowing that only the titans resided in the tower, he relaxed. Beast Boy felt fresh and new, no pain jolted down his back, his vision wasn't blurred and Beast Boy also wanted to added that he looked good. Had to be the hair, Beast Boy decided, mischief twinkling in his eyes. He almost forgot why he was staring at the door, getting too into his own thoughts to remember why.

He was brought back to reality instantly when a huge block of machinery stood in the doorway. Two screws shined like eyes, and there was a weird box thing revolving in the center, held within place by a cylinder container which held the liquids and box in place. 'Now THAT can't be good.' Beast Boy thought, alarmed at the sudden appearance of this spectacle. As two robotic hands raised and began to glow, Beast Boy decided to take action. Turning into a cat he pounced from his roost (bed) and flashed towards the towering machine, set to take out the box cylinder thing which he proposed was the heart. He changed into a crocodile so he could snap it off with his long snout and sharp pointy teeth, when he was blasted by a blue energy force which didn't seem to be recognizable. BB screamed in pain as he hit the wall with a loud crash, thinking his innards had probably snapped in two, feeling the agonizing torture ripple through his body in waves. He had never remembered it to be this painful, slamming into a wall. Maybe it had been a while. He groggily looked up to his attacker, and nearly fainted. It wasn't that weird robotic thing at all, it was Cyborg.

"Dude.. How could you just... blast me? Where did our love... go?" Beast Boy asked weakly. Cyborg sighed, momentarily regretting his decision on blasting his green friend.

"You were going to destroy my Solar Magnetic System Organizer 3000, BB. It's the only way to save Starfire, and you were going to ruin it in your state of mild confusion." He replied. Beast Boy felt really stupid after that was said. He was going to destroy Starfire's one chance of survival, and now was full of shame. Cyborg just muttered a "Don't worry about it BB, it wasn't your fault." before dragging the SMSO3000 over to Star's bedside. Cyborg connected everything together, placed some wires on Starfire and placed a huge yellow cylinder over her, which went all the way to the ground.

"The intensity of the sun on Earth isn't helping Starfire, so all we need is to multiply its intensity here by that of Tameran and wa-la!" Cyborg continued to speak out loud his thoughts and procedures, knowing that Beast Boy would want to hear, and in some way, Raven as well, even if she wasn't conscious.

"Okay SOMO, (The machine, Cyborg named it SOMO lol) time to take it up 100,000 notches." SOMO responded with a whirling click, and before long, the room was bathed in a blinding light.

Out in the City...

"Here we are." Dr. Light whispered into a com link. From his hidden position, Robin looked at it with clear distaste. It was the docks. It all made sense. Slade had shown them it's location earlier, when he ambushed them with his Slade-bot army. But the titans had no way of knowing in the beginning. Slade was supposed to be dead, so his return was quite unexpected. He had rubbed it in their face, and they never caught on. He felt like a total idiot, but remained quiet.

"Okay, where's the entrance?" Robin replied softly. Dr. Light nodded his head in one direction, used his hand to tell Robin to stay put, and walked towards an abandoned port. Or at least, was supposed to be abandoned. When Dr. Light reared the dimly light opening, he whispered some jibberish that Robin couldn't catch. Two scruffed up looking men scuffled out, each having a machine gun hanging about their body. Light stiffened when he saw the pair, he obviously had a grudge against them. Light readied himself. It happened so fast, Robin barely saw what had occurred. Light was pinned on the ground by the more muscular of the pair, squishing the lightweight and not allowing any movements. The other looked around, looking for the bags that Light usually put them in.

"Where are they scrumbucket? We haven't all day, and you know what happens when you're late." The man said coldly, his hard stoned expression smirking evilly.

"Rancid's got it." Light managed to say, before the rest of the air in his lungs collapsed. He used all his energy to keep himself alive. He hated the man holding him down with a passion, and was going to get his revenge someday.

"You mean Ransom Rancid? I'd a heard that he'd been bad boy, and didn't f'llow the rools! (I spelt that wrong on purpose)" The man asked again, with his pea sized nut of a brain letting that thought drift within his head.

"I do mean Ransom Rancid. And you've heard wrong. He's followed all the rules." Light murmured. Both men being thick as they were, just accepted Light's version of the story, though they both disliked him as much as he did them.

"When's 'e arriving, aye?" The big buff man asked in interest.

"Now." And there was the speaker himself, the street biker bad guy with a whole load of gold bags behind him. Both armed men jumped to get over there faster, releasing Light as they went. Johnny narrowed his eyes and his left eyebrow twitched. Dr. Light reacted immediately to the signal and whipped out a light phaser. The bigger of the two heard it first, and turned around to meet his fate. As both men made eye contact with each other, Light fired the finishing blow that ended the man's evil reign. It struck him hard, blasting him through a nearby port building and out into the dark calm sea, disturbing it's peace with preposterous ripples.

The man's partner in crime yelled a cry of fury, grief overtaking him as he flung himself to tackle Rancid and kill the cocky piece of.. melons. (heh... Just the guy's opinion, don't kill me) Johnny was prepared, and performed an uppercut to the chin, knocking the guy over. (I'm getting annoyed of saying "the guy" so he will now be named... Bob) Bob double-backed and attempted to do a low kick and trip Johnny. But Rancid, now amused of Bob's weak attempts at trying to hit him, merely jumped over the leg and grand slammed the living daylights out of Bob. Bob groaned, his crushed lungs no longer providing a steady source of air. Light and Rancid looked down at him, both feeling satisfied with the revenge denied to them for so long. Their past history were was made into a living hellhole because of Bob and his companion, and now all was made up for it. Light and Rancid eyed each other, both giving permission to do the final blow. While they were debating none heard a soft groan issue from the ocean, something strained feeling crushed under the pressure applied to it…

To Be Continued…

Author's Note: Yay for update! Sorry it took awhile, but blah blah, it's all made up now. A much longer chapter than most of these have been lately, this has climbed to 2187 words, and others are usually 1700 or below, depending on the mood. Then there are more with 1800+… Anyways, I hope this makes up for the delay, it sounded pretty interesting when I wrote it, but an author can never be sure. Well, they can, but not all the time, or they'd just be too... perfect. Your turn to update now CrazyDeafGirl! D