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Chapter 3: Resurrection, part 1

It had been 3 weeks since the Borac incident. Crime had been unusually sparse since then, due to rumors that Raven was the one who had blown him up.

"I know this sounds weird, but I miss the criminals." Said Robin, flipping through the channels on the massive screen. Then, with a jolt he flipped back to the local news channel. "That face look familiar to anyone?"

Borac was being interviewed.

"No fuckin' way, man! He blew up! He's dead!" yelled Beastboy, starting to panic. Raven was still staring at the screen, looking increasingly worried. "Look!" Borac was holding up the book that had the dragon Malchior trapped inside.

"What the hell could he want with that?" asked Cyborg.

"I don't know but whatever it is, it can't be good. Titans, go!"

Private ship "Dragon's Hate"

Jump City Harbor

22:07

"Ah, Mr. Morello. How kind of you to join me here. Can I get you a drink?" Borac strode out of the shadows.

"Sure. One thing been bothering me about this though." Said Morello, taking a glass of champagne from his host.

"You don't say? What, may I ask?"

"Why? First all the secrecy, asking my associates to dredge it out for you, and now you go to the press? It don't make sense. And why you'd want this in the first place is beyond me."

Borac's eyes began to turn hollow. "Mr. Morello, I don't expect you to tell me how your business is done." Morello grabbed his forehead. "Is there something wrong?" asked Borac expectantly.

Nothin, just got a killer headache. Got any aspirin?"

"Certainly." Borac handed the bottle to Morello, who gulped down a pill. "You don't like it in your business when people ask too many questions, do you Don Morello?"

The mob boss doubled over, clutching his stomach.

"I'll take that as a no."

Morello was beginning to foam at the mouth.

"Well neither do I."

Morello's stomach began to bloat.

"Goodbye, Don Morello."

The mobster fell twitching to the ground.

"You can come out now kids." The Titans came out from their hiding places.

What the hell did you do to him!" shouted Robin, checking the man's pulse. He was dead. "I just gave him a special pill. Just one and in minutes," Borac turned to face them, an evil grin crossing his face. "It'll cure all your ills."

Robin charged, drawing his staff. Borac threw open his trenchcoat, drew the sai-shaped sword, and ran right at him. The blade glowed orange, weapons clashed…

And Robin's staff was cut cleanly in half. "Finish him, Blink!" yelled Borac. Robin turned to face his new attacker, but the imp was nowhere to be found. Robin felt a sharp pain as Borac punched him in the kidney. "I'd love to stick around and play, but I'm afraid I have some business to attend to. You can take over from here, Blink."

Now the little imp made his appearance, flitting up over the edge of the deck and making a beeline for the mobster's corpse and dove through the back of its head. I a matter of seconds the wound closed up, and he was rising to his feet. "You gotta be shittin' me." said Raven.

Borac darted across the deck, turned a corner, and ran straight into a huge metal fist. "Ah shit, why is it always you?" asked the killer, rising to his feet. Cyborg roared and charged his smaller opponent. Borac rolled aside, drew a pair of knives, and threw them into the big man's legs. "You coulda been a contender." Said Borac, turning to scuttle up the wall.

Meanwhile, the other Titans had another problem on their hands. Lightning was crackling along the mobster's body, as bolt after bolt of electricity arced out at the young heroes.

"What the hell just happened!" yelled Beastboy, ducking around a corner. "He's possessed a corpse that's much bigger than he is. It's amplifying his powers." Said Raven, as a lightning bolt shattered a nearby window.

Then the bolts stopped. Blink was staring up at the ritual circle Borac had made, and a dragon was beginning to form there. Gale-force winds whipped about the ship, knocking everyone to the ground, as Malchior rose up to his full height.

Borac looked up at the massive form. "Welcome back, brother."