HOLY CROUTON DETINATOR! I HAVE 21 REVIEWS! (Passes out) AHH! I can't believe it! I really hope that author(ess) note didn't bother you much… and if you didn't read it, please go back and do so. Well, thank you, mah duckehs! Lol… Please enjoy the next chap, chaps! )

"Come on, Jorge! How long can it POSSIBLY take to open a door?" said a man wearing black.

"Well, John, It's LOCKED!" said the man named Jorge.

"No dip, Sherlock! Nobody EVER locks their places up at night!" said John.

"Shut up, John." Jorge said haughtily.

Both men were wearing black clothes and black ski masks.

"Come on!" Jorge whispered to his working prow-bar.

"Yes." The door popped open and the two men walked inside the building.

They heard the door close behind them and something else…

"It's a little early for skiing, isn't it, guys?" they heard the voice of a female behind them. They turned around, and no one was there. They reached for their guns and found that they weren't there.

"I've already got that covered." They heard a male's voice. A pair of guns slid towards the criminals, and they knew that they were empty. The two looked at each other.

"What the hell?"

Two dark figures dropped from the ceiling.

"Now, is there really a need for that kind of language? We have a lady present." Said the deep voice of a male.

Suddenly, the long heel of a black boot connected with John's jaw and sent him flying into the opposite wall.

"I'm out." Jorge said as he dashed for the door.

One of the shady figures stepped in front of him and a gloved fist hit him in the face.

Jorge staggered back, holding his face in pain. Another fist in the face, and he was out. Another delivery for the cops.

Meanwhile, Twilight was having no trouble blocking kicks and punches. John started getting slow and reckless, and she took the chance to punch him in the stomach and sent him into the ground unconscious.

"That was too easy… isn't there anything… challenging around here?" Twilight complained.

Vesper rolled his eyes behind his Robin-like mask.

"Come on… we gotta go before the cops get here." Vesper said as he grabbed the two criminals and tied them to a lamp post outside the bank.

Twilight sighed and walked with Vesper in the shadows of the night.

TITANS TOWER

Nightwing sat miserably on the couch, lazily flipping through channels, but paying attention to none of them.

'What did I do wrong? Why did she leave? Why did I abandon her? Why did I… replace her?' Nightwing thought.

++ FLASHBACK ++

A beautiful red headed girl sat on the edge of an oversized luxury "T" and starred out into the city. A young boy named Robin hat next to her quietly.

"Hey, Star, how are you doing?" He asks her.

"I am…sad for my sister." The girl named Starfire answered.

"And, for… yourself?" he inquires.

"I am just glad the truth was discovered before I was replaced." She replied.

Robin looks at her as if confused, which he were, very greatly.

"What are you talking about?" he asks her.

"Well...you...everyone was having such fun with her and then Cyborg said—" Robin interrupted her.

"Look. Your sister was… interesting. But she could never take your place." Robin turned and smiled at the girl next to him. "No one could ever take your place."

The little red-headed girl stared at her best friend and smiles happily.

++ END FLASHBACK ++

Nightwing sighed. Whether she had replaced him, or even remembered him, he didn't know. He didn't even know if she was alive.

Nightwing sighed once more and turned off the TV and headed toward the training room. He felt like beating the crap out of something…

Once he arrived at the training room, flashbacks invaded his mind once again.

++ FLASHBACK ++

Robin was in the training room, doing what else but training.

"Robin? Can we, like, go somewhere?" asked a girl. She wore a tiny white T-shirt that had an "S" on it and a blue mini skirt, or should I say, mini-mini skirt. The size? Oh, I'd say about… quadruple anorexic. She had red ankle boots and electric blue eyes.

"Sorry, Supergirl. Not right now." Robin said without stopping.

"But, we like, never do stuff anymore! I am, like, this close to leaving." She said as she left the room.

Robin rolled his eyes and kept beating the crap out of his punching bag.

'Yeah, well, maybe then Starfire will come back.' He thought.

++ END FLASHBACK ++

By the time that this flashback was over, Nightwing had the punching bag on the floor, for the hook that kept it up had ripped of the ceiling.

RAVEN AND CHANGELING

"Geez, Raven, you didn't have to puke all over me…" Changeling said after entering the living room after his umpteenth shower.

Raven rolled her eyes and continued reading her book.

'Maybe Cyborg was right. Maybe it really wouldn't work out between us…' While Changeling pondered himself with the question, Raven thought about the exact opposite.

Well, I guess the entire story is gonna be made up of short chapters, lol. I hope you like it, anyways. I am trying to make them longer, it's just that I just fixed my comp (YAY!) and it is now like 11 o' clock my time, and I am tired, so I decided to end it there. Please drop a review before you leave! Tah Tah, mah duckehs! Lol! D BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Pointless laghter)