A/N: Standard Disclaimers Apply

A/N: Okay, show of hands… Who has figured out where Slade planted the bombs? Or, are there any bombs in the first place?

Act Four, scene three

Jinx stretched across the rock coyly while two old enemies dueled below. Monkey Fist attacked with bestial ferocity while Ron instinctively parried. The blond boy gasped and screamed as if in total panic, but the lilac-eyed witch saw through the feint. Ron was in complete command. She idly envied the boy; to be so skilled at a subconscious level amazed her.

"For too long you have been a thorn in my side, Stoppable," Monkey Fist growled as he lunged at the boy.

Ron rolled deftly out of the way, "Blah, blah, blah Monkey man. Change the record once in a while."

Monkey Fist roared and blindly charged Ron. Ron quickly pulled back a thick branch of young pine and let it fly. The bough struck Fiske squarely in the chest, dropping him like a stone. Monkey Fist landed in a heap. Ron relaxed his guard and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Jinx slid from her perched and flung her arms around the victorious Ron. "You were amazing! I didn't know you could fight like that!"

Ron didn't return the embrace. He looked to Monkey Fist and, surprisingly, pitied him. Jinx followed the blond boy's eyes to the fallen villain. Her lilac eyes narrowed as Monkey Fist slinked away.

"Aren't you going to finish him off?" she asked.

Ron looked at her in shock. He visibly tried to process the question, and his mouth dropped open.

"I can't believe you said that! Monkey Fist is beaten, and," he turned to the retreating villain, "and you know it! That's right! The Ron-man beat your sorry monkey butt, again!"

"You can stop the show," Jinx purred into his ear, "I'm still very impressed."

…..

Shego leaned across her desk. Maps of Middleton sprawled across the desktop, and Shego's green eyes narrowed. The thief in her said to target only valuables: banks, jewelry stores, fur stores, and other luxuries. The villain in her advised that the target should be scientific targets, chiefly Middleton Rocket Technologies. The Council of Evil didn't help. They soon fell back into the member's individual agendas.

They had their army, and couldn't agree where to use it.

She read Dementor's report again. Shego skimmed past the scientific jargon the report was rife with, trying to glean how loyal the troops would be, and more importantly, to whom.

Shego stood and rolled up the maps. A dark grin spread across her face.

…..

"We're wasting time."

Robin turned and narrowed his eyes at the dark cloaked Raven. "We have one hour, forty-three minutes, five seconds. Assuming the bombs are conventional, and complex, there's still one hour to defuse them."

Kim glanced at her communicator. Robin's countdown was absolutely right. "I wish Ron were here. He'd luck his way into finding them, or even the Tweebs would have a better idea where to put three bombs than I would."

"Tweebs?" Raven repeated drolly.

"My little brothers. It's kind of a combination of 'twins' and…"

Robin spun and cut Kim off. "That's it! Raven, Kim, let's go!"

Raven took the sky as Kim watched Robin rush toward…

"My house?" she gasped.

…..

Beast Boy grinned broadly with his eyes narrowed and focused. At last, he had his own personal time with the Gamestation, and intended to enjoy every possible moment. Cyborg and Starfire were cooking, and, no doubt, creating some Tamaranian/Southern fusion loaded with grease, meat, and gravy. He would have his salad and soy burgers.

"Oh yeah!" BB exclaimed as he was about to surpass his personal best.

Suddenly the GS froze, and a large flashing T appeared on the screen.

"NOOOOOOO!" BB cried as he slumped back in the broad sofa.

Star and Cy appeared, the broad Titan still wearing his cooking apron.

Robin appeared on the screen.

"Robin!" Starfire cheered. She was literally floating.

"Titans!" Robin commanded, "Slade's making his move. I need you here!"

Cyborg yanked his apron off. "We're on our way."