A/N: Many thanks to Phantom Moon for the great title, I got a couple of good suggestions, but this was the one that stuck out. As far as the villain, nobody's gotten it yet...

Mind Trap

Chapter 4

Gar looked around Raven's small room, "There's a back door, right?"

"Of course. Dad sits so that he can see both doors. You can't climb very high in crime if you're not paranoid."

Gar paced, his hands clasped behind him, "So the doors are out unless we can get him to move." He sat on the bed, "Do you have anything you can use as a weapon?"

"You wanna get the mob on your tail?"

"Right." He sat and stared at the phone on her desk, "How many phones in the house?"

"This one, one in the entry way, and one in my parent's room. Why?"

"I think I have an idea." He pulled his cell phone off his belt and dialed a number from memory. "Hey, Vic?" He paused and Raven could here their friend yelling at him. "Vic, cool it, okay? I need you to do something for me." He paused again, then spoke, "It's simple. I just need you to call Raven's place. That's it, you got the number?" One last pause, "Now would be good, thanks."

Gar clipped the phone to his belt, "What's the chance of your father coming up right now?"

"Not much."

Gar gripped her elbow gently and helped her stand, "We're gonna go wait at the top of the stairs. When your father answers the phone, we take off for the door, and hope Vic keeps him distracted for long enough."

Raven grabbed her book bag with a wince, "And then what?" She asked him in a whisper as they walked into the hallway.

"We go to the police."

"You know the evidence that went missing? It went missing from a police lockup."

Gar stared at her for a moment, "Then we figure something out."

"You've not thought this through too well, have you?"

"I wasn't much in the mood for thinking."

"And Robin?"

"He knew what I intended to do, he's willing to take the risk."

"Well, you could have at least given me a chance to put some clothes together."

"Sorry, didn't think of it."

The phone started to ring. Both teens strained their ears, desperately listening for sounds from her father. As soon as they heard him pick up the phone, they crept down the stairs and out the back door. They walked across the back yard and into the street without stopping or speaking. They remained silent until the house was behind them. "See?" said Beastboy, "We're home free."

"Until he realizes that I'm gone."

"I don't think he'll put too much effort into trying to find you, you're out of his hair now."

"It's going to become a pride thing, you took me away from him."

"Well then, we'll just have to burn that bridge when we get to it." He pulled his cell phone out and called Vic, "Hey, Cy... I mean Vic, can you come pick us up?"

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Gar dug through his desk with mounting irritation, slamming drawer after drawer and returning to the first after he had exhausted them. Raven watched him from his bed where she sat, trying not to jar her sore ribs. Finally Gar found everything that he had been searching for in his messy drawers, an ace bandage and an old thirty five millimeter camera. He walked over to the bed and dropped them both on it.

"What are those for?" Raven asked him.

"The camera is to take pictures. I know that we can't talk to local police, but someday there will be somebody we can talk to, and I want evidence." He picked up the camera and checked its film, "We've got a whole roll." He said as he lifted it and aimed it at one of the bruises on Raven's face.

Once he had gone through several rolls of film, he picked up the ace bandage, "I want to wrap your ribs. This'll hurt, but it will heal better."

Raven sighed and pulled her shirt up enough for him to wrap her amidst many hisses of pain, and apologies. "I need to pick some stuff up for class tomorrow."

"What do you need?"

"Tooth brush, toothpaste, clothes."

"Well, tonight's laundry night, so I can wash what you've got there, and as far as the other stuff, I'll take you down to a store as soon as you've had some rest."

"I can't keep using the same clothes over and over again."

"I know, I'll be calling my parents tomorrow, I'll get them to wire me some cash."

"Gar, you don't have..."

"I don't mind, really. My parents don't have much in the way of expenses out there, so they won't mind." He walked over to his closet and started to dig around, "Hop up so I can change the sheets for you."

Raven walked to a chair and sat in it carefully. "I don't think I can sleep right now."

"I didn't think so, but you should still take a break. If your ribs aren't broken, they're cracked and I don't want to put any more strain on them." He pulled a set of plaid sheets out of his closet and dropped them on his bed. "I just thought of something, did you get any blows on the head?"

"I don't think so."

"Let me know if you get dizzy, or have blurred vision or anything like that, okay?"

"Yup." Raven watched as Gar turned and began to make the bed, "How do you know so much about working on people?"

"My parents aren't just scientists. They do medical work for the local natives. I've picked up a lot from them. Of course, humans have a lot in common, physically, with some animals."

"Oh." Gar stepped back, revealing a neatly made bed. "Thank you."

"No problem."

After Raven had settled back on the bed with a grateful sigh, she spoke again, "Where'd everybody else go?"

"They went to get pizza. We're in college, when in doubt, pizza."

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The small engineer studied the readouts carefully. "Not good, not good, not good. I shall have to check every connection, there must be some damage."

"What is wrong?"

The engineer turned and saw its master, "Milord, it is minor."

"You seemed quite perturbed over something minor."

"Ah, yes, well... It's probably a bad connection somewhere, I just..."

"What effect is it having?"

"The green one is have partial memory recall, if it is not stopped, the others will simply come to think that he is mentally disturbed. Overall, it will not effect our ability to hold him."

"Unless this is just evidence of a larger problem."

'That is why I must check the connections. I will discover the problem, master, you can be sure of the."

"I do not wish to lose another collection."

"If I may, sir, these humans are not rare."

"Not yet, but I have received word that their time is near."

A/N: Figured out who it is? Another hint, he hired Lobo to take down Superman. Lobo is the gray skinned biker who 'fragged my home world for a science project. Gave myself an 'A'"