A/N: Standard Disclaimers Apply

ACT THREE, scene five

"I do not see why I have to wear this strange contraption," Monkey Fist complained.

He wore a skintight suit with bright dots at his joints. Shego rolled her eyes. She wore a similar suit, although hers was in her trademark green. Above them, Professor Dementor manned a large bank of computers.

"I told you, Fiske," Dementor screeched in his high pitched and heavily accented voice, "this motion capture suit will copy your kung fu styles to the computer! Then I will use the data to hardwire that knowledge into our Syntho-Drone army!"

"Ingenious," Monkey Fist said as he raised his guard.

"Yeah, I thought so too," Shego admitted as she lashed out a kick.

Monkey Fist deftly avoided her kick and countered. Shego parried, and the dangerous dance went on. Both sides were simply sparring, and the mo-cap suits worked perfectly. Dementor smiled as the data compiled. He leaned back in his chair.

"Impressive," an icy voice said from behind.

Dementor turned with a start. "Slade! Why must you sneak about all the time?"

Slade said nothing, his faceless mask concealing his smirk. He walked slowly in the control room, his hands at his back. The dark villain knew about Dementor's plan and sat next to him at the console. His eye locked on Shego as she toyed with Monkey Fist.

"Now tell me, Professor," Slade said, "what other knowledge do you intend to program the army with?"

…..

Kim didn't need to look at the phone as she dialed the number. Her thumb flew across the keypad from rote memory. She casually slid into her chair and spun around the room. Saturday. Glorious Saturday. No school, no cheerleading practice, no villains, just a day to relax, shop, and spend with her best friend.

"Hello?"

"Ron?"

"Hi, Kim! What's up?"

"Oh, not much, I just thought we'd, you know, go out and catch a movie or hang at the mall, or something."

"Sounds great, Kim, but I gotta take a rain check."

Kim arched an eyebrow and looked at the phone as if it suddenly changed to lead.

"Oh?" she said weekly.

"Yeah, I'm going on a picnic with Jinx."

"Ron, who is Jinx?" Kim said slowly.

"She's a LRV cheerleader, and she gave me her number last night. Called after we got home, and wow, we're going out today."

"Ron, why would a girl whom you've never met, suddenly give you her number?"

"I dunno, Kim. All I can say is the Mad Dog's got Mojo! She heard about my restaurant last year, and she suggested I whip up a pic-a-nic lunch for the two of us."

Kim could see Ron's beaming face. She put the phone to her forehead and sighed deeply.

"Okay, Ron. You have a good time."

…..

Robin paced the living room, once again feeling caged. He ran his hand through his dark hair nervously and actually set out a chessboard. His imagined opponent was white, forcing him to think reactively. The game was not going in the Boy Wonder's favor. He sat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and stared at the board.

Raven walked slowly into the room. She slept well, but her eyes still had a tired appearance. Her floor length gown draped around her firm body as she quietly made herself some tea. She took the first warm sip and turned.

"Were you up all night?" she asked.

"Slade's still out there. Something is up. It's been much too quiet. None of Kim's rogues or our enemies have done anything lately."

"What about Drakken and Light?"

"They are as good as caught. Star, Cy, and Beast Boy should have them wrapped up with a pink bow by tonight."

"You sound confident. They did blow up our hang out."

Robin didn't move. He still stared at the chess match. "Yes, and by doing so they gave Cy all the info he needs to find and take out their weapon."

Raven moved behind Robin and reached over, brushing her fingertips across his shoulders. "My god, you're muscles are tight." She set her tea down and worked her hands across the back of Robin's neck. She secretly delighted in the experience, but Robin shrugged his shoulders and turned quickly.

"Raven? What are you doing?" he said, completely surprised by her touch.

Raven stood to her full height. She was a good half-head shorted than him, and narrowed her violet eyes. She purposefully looked past him, fearing what she'd say if her eyes met his. "I was trying to help you relax," she snapped. "But I can see you'd rather mope."

She stormed to her room, slammed the door and scolded herself for being stupid. As much as she fought against it, tears welled up in her violet eyes.

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