A/N: Standard Disclaimers Apply

A/N: Ahhh so THAT'S how the update system works… Damn I feel silly now. Guess I was wrapped up in plotting out the story.

A/N: Hey Slyther, tell me how you really feel. And thanks to all who are reading this story.

ACT THREE, scene three

Shego smiled as she sat at her desk. Finally, the Council of Evil was doing something other than moaning at each other. D.N. Amy was perfecting the Syntho-Drone formula, Dementor and the Seniors were gathering the raw materials to mass produce them, Motor Ed gleefully threw himself into designing and building attack motorcycles, and Gemini's former minions made an excellent support staff for the Council's headquarters.

She would have her army.

"You seem pleased with yourself," a cool, quiet voice said.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Shego said, eyeing the tall man standing in the shadows. "These yahoos are actually doing something constructive, Kim and her merry little band have no idea what's about to hit them, as hard as it is to believe, Drakken actually helped us out by distracting the Titans, and…" she crooked her finger and smiled coyly, "I found me a real man."

Slade grinned as he slowly approached. He leaned over Shego, putting one hand on the desk and the other on the arm of her chair. Shego's eyes brightened as she wrapped her arms around his strong neck and pressed her lips to his.

…..

Doctor Drakken stepped back and admired his latest creation. The last of the focusing mirrors were in place, and the Great Laser Array was ready for its first test.

"Ah, yes," he said to himself, "what to destroy; what to destroy?"

Dr. Light stood silently in the background. The subliminal commands making him pliant and obedient were active once again.

"What about Titans Tower?" Light asked, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"All in good time, doctor," Drakken said. He pulled out a map of Jump City and closed his eyes, slamming his finger down. The evil scientist opened his eyes and grinned. He went to the computer and typed in the cross street.

"Corner Pizza?" Drakken groaned. "Ah well, I never liked pizza anyway."

…..

Kim adjusted her cheerleading sweater for the seventh time. She didn't speak to the other girls and completely ignored Bonnie's snide remarks. It was the first game of the season, and by extension, the first pep rally, and Bonnie warned everyone not to mess up.

"We'll be great," Tara, one of the blond cheerleaders, promised.

"You'd better be," Bonnie said under her breath.

Someone knocked on the door of the cheerleaders' locker room and opened it slowly. Ron stuck his head in, has hand over his eyes, wearing his Mad Dog costume, the heavy mask tucked under his other arm.

"You girls decent?" he asked.

"What do you want, Stoppable?" Bonnie snapped. The haughty cheerleader never understood why the blond boy's mascot routine was so popular. She found it distracting and disgusting, especially when Mad Dog shook his head, spraying foam everywhere.

"It's almost show time," he said. "The band is already set up and they're about to start the fight song."

Bonnie flipped back her brown hair and actually smiled. "Okay, let's go."

The cheerleaders rushed into the gym to a raucous ovation. The tumbling was flawless, and the dance routines were perfect. Even the usually accident prone Ron went through his crowd-pleasing routines effortlessly. He crashed through a small "Beat the Elks" banner, leading the Mad Dog football team in.

As Ron jumped about, he scanned the crowd and smiled broadly under his mask. At the top of the bleachers, all by herself was a pale girl with dark hair. She grinned and nodded silently.

The Mad Dog waved wildly, blew her a kiss, and performed his trademark head shake.

…..

"You know I stopped by your house, but your dad said you'd already left."

"I'm sorry, Ron," Kim said. "It was a rough night. I had a nightmare and…" she looked around the hall to make sure no one was listening. "You won't believe it, but Robin was in my room last night."

"Robin? From the sophomore drill team?"

"No, Ron," Kim let out an exasperated sigh, "I mean Robin, as in the Boy Wonder? As in Batman and…?"

"Well there are a lot of Robins in the world you know," Ron defended.

"Hello Ron, hello Kim," a quiet, raspy girl's voice said.

Kim turned and smiled brightly. A pale girl with deep violet eyes stood near them, her books clutched close to her chest. Her dark hair was pulled sharply back into a short ponytail, and she wore a red-wine colored top and black trousers.

"Hi Rachel," Kim said. "Did you enjoy the rally?"

Rachel looked to Ron and said, "It was… energetic."

"Wait to you go to the game tonight," Kim said smiling.

"I think I'll pass, this time. I don't much like crowds, and the rally was enough for me."

Rachel nodded and walked down the hall, just far enough to be out of Kim's line of sight. She narrowed her eyes. The pale girl was sure she heard them talk about Robin, and now she knew who to ask why.