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A/N: Great thanks to my only two reviewers to date; I would not have written more if I had not gotten any reviews. Too the rest of you (if there are any), is my story really that bad? Just tell me that it is really bad and I'll move on to something else, I'm not upset or anything but now I just want to know. I am really curious as to what people think and any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated as well.

Robin fucked up, and bad. He had let himself get so engrossed by his research he hadn't heard someone walking up behind him. He had really dropped the ball this time. He slowly stretched his arms to his sides.

"Don't make any sudden moves, I won't miss this time."

"Well hello Agent Keys. How's your head?" Robin replied still with his back to Simon he shifted his feet ever so slightly and tensed his mussels.

"I'm fine, now turn around, slowly."

"Where's your backup, Keys?" Robin knew he had to stall for a few moments to figure out what to do. Agent Keys was to close to avoid his shot but not close enough to disarm. Robin had to think quickly.

"Didn't bring any, came here on a hunch and my intuition has yet to fail me." He continued "don't run, I don't want to shoot, but I'll kill you if I have to."

There was a loud crash, a little man with a stack of books to tall for him had just ran into a metal trash-can that wasn't where it should have been, and sending it clattering down the nearby stairs. Robin saw his opportunity as Agent Keys was distracted, hit the print button on the keyboard and stepped forward put his foot behind one of Agent Keys' and pushed him hard on the shoulders, making him fall over backwards.

Agent Keys was caught very off guard by Robin and did not even attempt to break his fall, causing his head even more pain. He looked to his left, shock still on his face, just in time to see him duck behind a bookshelf a few rows away. He sprung to his feet, ignoring the intense pain in his head, and ran after Robin.

"Come on… give it up, you can't run forever." Said Agent Keys, trying to draw Robin out.

"I know what's really going on…" Robin's voice came from nowhere unparticular, and Keys spun around trying to look everywhere at once. "I've got proof. I was set up, someone lead you right to me so I would take the fall."

"If you have proof then surrender. We'll sort all this out, being a fugitive and suspected murderer won't really give you much credibility."

"This is too big for that, this whole thing comes from people with a hell of a lot of money and plenty of influence."

"Being on the lamb won't help you any co-" he was cut off by Robin

"And neither will being locked up on false charges, waiting for the bureaucrats to do something about this mess."

"Come with me, if you have real proof then you can clear you name."

"I'd never get that far, not alive anyway. There's too much money involved, money and bad politics."

"Then tell me, let me know, I can help you." Agent Keys was almost pleading.

"There's a café on 63rd and Warren, meet me there in two hours. Come alone, I get one hint of any kind of surveillance and I'll be gone before you even walk through the door."

"Are you sure we can't resolve this at the field office?" but he got no response, as Robin had already slipped by him, picked up his files and backpack and left.

Walking out onto the street, Robin walked down the street turning on the first corner he came too. After a few minuets of walking he tried a few car doors on a less crowded street until he found one unlocked. He set to work hot-wiring it and with in a few minuets he had the car started and he drove away.

"Another thrilling adventure in my new life of crime..." Robin joked to himself. He pulled the tape recorder out of the bag and began to record.

"Robin emergency log, and situation report entry number two, dated 10:45am, June 19, 2005. Today I went to the Jump City Main Library after hacking into the FBI mainframe and retrieving my file. I researched for several hours and came upon some very frightening conclusions. Having not killed my team, it was obviously a set up; to my self that is, the FBI as of yet remains unconvinced. The questions that were eating away at me were who, and why. Through my own, erratic bursts of memory I found out that the ones who did the job were mercenaries hired by Slade. In addition to murdering my team, they used some sort of drug or device on me that for a short period of time made me believe that I had done it. Just long enough to let me confess to everything to the FBI."

He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "I have been constantly dogged by one Agent unparticular. Special Agent Simon Keys, he found me in the library on a 'hunch' but I was able to get away. It has become apparent that this plot is far bigger than the Titans or myself. Slade has a company as a front for his criminal operations, and he uses the massive profits it generates from arms and medical supplies manufacturing to finance all his operations. It's called Vandex International, and one of its' subsidiaries is the Dalfor Corporation, and the former CEO of that company is now a US Senator and the leading candidate for President, Victor Jayman. I found, buried within mountains of paperwork and disguise that his Campaign received 11 million dollars from Vandex. From Slade. Slade is obviously backing a former partner, he wants to run the country, and even indirectly he could have major influence. Vandex is most likely also the source of the accusations against Governor Adams, which destroyed his chances in the Presidential race. A company so massive, with so much money, so many lobbyists, and their man in the White House will run the country. Slade will run the country. I'm going to stop this, expose it, I don't know how, but I'll get it done, even if they own the media. End Log"

Robin found a tailor after a short time of looking, and he parked 'his' car.

He emerged about an hour later wearing a very nice suit, and dress shoes. His hair combed over and his sunglasses on, if one were to look at him on the street, one would have a hard time deciding if he were a successful businessman or a very skilled mafia assassin. He got back into his car and headed to the Vandex International headquarters, which, conveniently was in Jump City.

Robin passed a sign that said 'Victor Jayman and Ian Gainsborough: Forge America's future, today!'

"The front that provides Slade with all his capital and lines the pockets of these guys, having its headquarters in Jump City. What a coincidence!" Robin said to himself, he thought he heard a cough but he chocked it up to the older car's muffler and pushed the thought out of his mind, he was on a mission.

A/N: Well, this one is a little shorter than I would like, but I'm not that great of a writer and I have a choice to make before I continue much further. I want everyone (or the two of you…) who reads this to please e-mail me if you want Robin to succeed or fail, it will be secret and I'll count up the most for one side or the other and write the story down that path, but I want to know what the readers would like to see. I had to do this because they are pretty different in the way the story will pan out and this is where I am seeing it will part ways, so tell me what you would rather see.

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