I'm really sorry for not updating. I've been so busy it's not even funny. Oy. First of all, I will thank all of you for the reviews. I really didn't think I'd get that many. The maxes for my stories are usually two or three, so thank you.

Rocky Wolf- Thank you, my we do think alike. I think I prefer Mammoth over Beast Boy though… LOL only kidding, you're awesome!

Robinfan652-Once again, we think alike. I didn't like Terra that much either as Slade's apprentice. (I cheered when they played aftershock last week though; the new season is slightly… bland.) I don't like Cyborg either. It annoys me that he got his own season instead of Starfire. He's too foily for his own season.

Dlsky-So far you have been the most helpful out of all my readers, and thank you for pointing out the typo. (Stares at the floor sheepishly), I don't usually have typos, or try not to. Thanks for the great compliment on the imagery. You rule. Good luck with the new contest!

KaliAnn-Thank you. And you don't have to ask me to e-mail you the information though. Animation insiders dot net has a lot of great information, and so does J-Torres online. Try looking up the new season on Google too. They have good info. Your story for dlsky's challenge kicks arse! (I learned that word from the lone psychopath)

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BB- I sat silently looking at Robin in the dark of the lair. He still hadn't come out, so all I could see was the dark outline of his hair, which he had once taken, thirty, or even forty minutes to style every morning, but now lay limply.

Every ragged breath I took in. (I had a cold) I could see him flinch. It was as if when I suffered, he suffered. We shared each other's pain, and at that moment, I REALLY enjoyed it. I hit my arm on the floor. Robin flinched again. My voice wavered in. "What's the matter Robin? Too busy to help a friend?"

It got stronger. "But of course, I guess I'm not your friend, or I wouldn't be in this cage right not like your stupid pet."

I couldn't see him anymore, but I could hear quiet footsteps in the rafters.

"That's right, go on. Do what your stupid boss says; I have something to say though YOUR BOSS IS STUPID!" Stupid? Pfft, I was the one who really sounded stupid, what kind of fourteen year old has a temper tantrum in front of the enemy he (currently) hated more than life itself? What kind of weird teenager starts screaming at a person who is more than capable of killing them? Oh well, a Beast Boy has to do what a Beast Boy has to do, even if it means defeating yourself by beating the heck out of your vocal chords.

R- I have to admit, Beast Boy was REALLY getting on my nerves. I mean really, really, getting on my nerves. Like, Mad Mod, getting on my nerves. I should really congratulate Beast Boy though. It's not that easy to get me ticked off. What really got to me was that what he was saying was true. I really WAS giving in too easily.

Had I really forgotten my friends so fast? Slade had told me to keep an eye on my supposed 'former friend.' He said he was going out to 'take care of some business.' I knew better though. He was probably watching me from some shadowy corner. This was another one of Slade's supposed tests. How long could I stand watching my friend suffer? Ooh, everyone watch Robin suffer, how amusing. But there was more to the capture of Beast Boy. I have to admit, Slade's plan was brilliant.

First me, then Cyborg, then Beast Boy, no one had figured out what was happening yet. It was frustrating, which is why Slade probably told me. He was waiting for me to crack, but he could never break me. He actually thought I was becoming an empty hollow shell living up in the rafters. Very much like… a bat actually. Slade for once was wrong. I would NOT break I would not say one single word.

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Wow, that only took twenty minutes, sorry I haven't updated in so long, and don't accuse me of being one of those authors who holds out chapters for reviews. I'm about to win fifty bucks in a writing contest for our city newspaper. (Oh yeah) So what's slade up to? MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA- you guys will probably work it out… oh well, Happy Thanksgiving!