Disclaimer: Don't own Titans or anything for that matter… I'm so poor…

A/N: I dropped again, didn't I? What happened? I thought I was doing OK… well at least I got two reviews… thanks to those two reviewers anyway! I appreciate it a lot!

Also, I plan on making this chapter much longer than the others so brace yourselves… HAPPY REVIEWING!

Around the Gotham bar, Charlie from a few nights ago is on the brink of wetting himself due to being totally drunk. He stumbles out of his seat and leaves the tip and lazily puts on his coat. The brunette pushes the door open and trips over to his car. He begins to fumble with his keys until he hears a shuttering sound from behind. He whirls around quickly to spot a rustling bush. He frowns and calls out,

"Yo… anybody there…?" No answer follows after a few long seconds. He starts chuckling a bit. "It's just my imagination…" He says to himself in a slurred tone as he turns back to his car and finally finds the proper key. He enters his car and turns on the ignition. The car goes zooming straight back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, he pulls over and accidentally knocks over a nightlight. He pays no heed as he exits his convertible and suddenly notices the back door hanging open. He panics and whips out his gun. "Who's there?" He shouts, reloading his gun. He hears a slide of something sharp and he turns around as he begins to shoot in random directions. Then, unexpectedly, his gun stops shooting. He shakily raises his gun to his eye height to see that most of it was sliced right off. He throws the gun to the ground and backs up. "Who's there?" He asks again in a stuttering mess. He hears and feels hot breathing on his neck. He doesn't budge as he feels an arm grab his neck and his feet leave the concrete surface. He stops at about thirty feet over the ground. He's roughly and abruptly turned around to face four demonic, red eyes glaring deep into him. He cowers and is about to scream for help but the attacker drops him a bit before catching him again. "Who are you?" Charlie shouts in fear.

"I ask the questions here; who do you work for?" The anonymous asks in a feminine voice. Charlie frowns and struggles a bit.

"No way am I telling you anything! If I did I won't be able to see daylight again!" He snaps. The girl in the mask doesn't speak for a moment.

"I see…" The attacker responds in an empty tone as she begins to loosen her grip. Charlie gasps as he notices that he's slipping out of grip. "…So you think that I would let you live too as if we never met?" She asks as the grip keeps loosening. Charlie begins to struggle. The anonymous in a samurai mask finally let's go and Charles falls to the ground. Before his face collides with the concrete, he's caught by the leg. "Let's try again…" The feminine voice says as he is dragged back up into the sky. "Who do you work?"

"Uh… F-fat Bruno…"

"The cigar case…"

"What cigar case?"

"You know what I'm talking about. The cigar case and the safe… where are they?" She asks harshly, tightening her grip on his ankle. The brown-haired male's breath went course.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Charlie responds, frightened stiff. The attacker's eyes behind the mask narrow to nothing and the grip is suddenly massively loosened. Charlie yelps in surprise as he is nearly dropped. "OK, OK, the safe is holding a cigar case! The cigar case is real important to boss, that's all I know!"

"Where is the safe?" The anonymous asks. Charlie gulps before continuing.

"In my room, second floor, once you walk up the stairs you turn to the first door! Please put me down!" He begs in a frightened mess. The figure frowns and lowers him to the ground. He's about to dash off until the anonymous threat pulls him back.

"Not yet. You're following me." The voice sounds into his ears as Charlie takes a gulp.

"W-why…?" He dare asks the mysterious fighter who was dragging him to the door and up the stairs. The girl is silent. Before they reach the door, she answers;

"Because you're my hostage… open the door." The apparently blonde girl orders suddenly, pushing him to the door. He tumbles around for his keys due to his fright and drunkenness. He finally finds it and opens the door. Charlie's roommate perks up and spots the stranger. He reacts immediately by whipping out his gun at the same time the to-be assassinator of Charlie slides her sword onto Charlie's throat, causing a bit of a slit. He chokes out of utter fear.

"Antonio, put the gun down…" Charlie nearly pleads with the fear very visible within his tone of voice. Antonio doesn't budge, as if he's thinking whether to risk wasting his partner but gets rid of the enemy or do as she is silently saying. "Charlie knows best…" The anonymous says nearly in a whisper, sliding the sword a bit deeper into the tall brunette's skin. "Even if you did attempt to shoot, I would use Charlie as a shield." It adds as Charlie begins sweating mercilessly. Antonio slowly lowers his weapon and throws it into a corner. "Now for the safe, Charlie…" The unknown demands as she jerks at his mid-length hair. He whimpers and points at a silver cube that was probably the size of a book locker with a miniature lock on it.

The attacker throws Charlie away like last week garbage and grabs the box. She hears a click from behind and looks back. She sees Charlie with a trembling gun in his hand.

"D-don't move… or I swear I'll shoot!" Charlie screams. The assaulter frowns under the mask. Mini-safe still in hand, the anonymous turns around and slashes the gun in half again along with a stab close to the head. Charlie's trembling hands drop the gun as he acknowledges what just happened. The attacker removes herself from him as she crashes open the window and shoots into the sky.

Terra runs back into her apartment in her pizza-boy uniform with a bag slung over her shoulder. She spots David Cain sleeping on the floor again and decides not to wake him since it's better when he doesn't storm her with nearly unanswerable questions. She places herself onto the bed and opens the bag to see the mini-safe. She pauses to analyze it more thoroughly but doesn't touch it. Then, not even bothering with trying to figure it out, she stabs the lock and opens the door to see just as expected. "A cigar case…" She whispers to herself with a sly grin as she removes the gold case and opens it to find a bunch of cigars inside. Terra's expression drops like bricks. She's about to protest but a hand reaches out and takes a cigar. Terra freezes before looking up to see Cain smoking it.

"… Imported from Italy too…" He says after puffing out perfect circles of smoke. The muscular male looks down at Terra who was probably demanding an answer for his intrusion with her shocked expression. He grins. "I'm a light sleeper… I see you've retrieved something that might be of great use to your search on Gotham's Mafia…" David comments later, checking out the case.

"At least I thought it was… there are just a pack of cigars in here. I can't use these. I don't smoke." (Excuse me for the side note; Terra really does smoke in the comic but in the cartoon she doesn't. I think I should keep it as cartoon-related as possible just to maintain innocence. Also remember kids: smoking kills.)

"Perhaps a deeper look into it will do the trick… never leap before you think." The gray-haired male replies to her analysis' summarized results. Terra frowns deeply at the gold case and removes the cigars to spot a taped piece of paper at the bottom. Terra detaches the paper from the base of the box and notices that there's a code on it. She frowns. David asks what it said. "Uh… it says 'arma'. That doesn't sound English-…"

"It's Italian," Cain translates abruptly. "It means 'weapon'." He adds as he throws the cigar out the window. Terra, too deep in thought to wonder how Cain knew Italian, ponders on the bigger situation.

"…Weapon… maybe the code is a clue…" Terra thinks aloud, wanting Cain to follow and guide her through this. Sadly, he couldn't do either. "I don't follow." He answers as he places a hand on his chin in thought. "Think about it… doesn't weapon sound the least bit awkward to you? Maybe it's not even a code." Terra elaborates, stuffing the piece of paper in her pocket. David Cain nods, showing he agrees.

"It's a possibility." He responds to her thinking as he approves. Abruptly, he adds, "Terra, time for your training sessions. It's 4:00 a.m." Terra's eyes widen and avert to the digital clock which read the same digits Cain indicated.

"But I just-…"

"Now..." Cain demands as he hands to her some ten lbs. weights. Confused, Terra speaks up.

"What are these for?" She asks as Cain sits next to her on the soft bed.

"Today will be different. You will be lifting weights for now but later we'll get back to agility and stealth techniques." Cain explains to the baffled Mafia member. Terra is relieved that all she's doing is simply lifting weights but completely exhausted after training everyday early in the morning. "For now we will start at ten pounds. Once I notice you are used to ten I will hand you fifteen and it will increase by five until we successfully reach thirty and your strength increases. Understood?" Cain continues as Terra lifts the weights with some difficulty but is able to nod in reassurance. Cain nods back as he watches her do her killer exercises.

After the long, torturous hours of lifting weights with barely any breaks, Terra is shooting through the streets like a bullet in her normal 'pizza-boy' uniform, swerving around people and bumping into others as she mumbles excuses like 'excuse me' and 'pardon me'. She finally reaches a street where less people are in sight. A limo pulls over and Terra slips in as it drives on. Terra throws the pizza in the back seat to two men in suits. Silence sticks around for a short moment before the driver speaks up. "Terra, you have the case?" He asks in a bass tone. Terra chucks to him the cigar case.

"It has some sort of code in it." She adds as the driver pulls to a halt in an alley. The blonde man opens the case with some gloves and picks out the piece of paper with the note. He mumbles a few things to himself and finally turns to Terra. "This is not just a code. It's a pass."

"A pass for what?"

"For an entrance to New York's abandoned clock tower on the lower east side." He answers as he hands it back to her. Terra trades him with an awkward expression. He begins to elaborate for her after reading her confused look. "That warehouse usually holds a lot of odd meetings about weapons and even betting on the weapons they talk about. You have to get there." He orders later on. Terra awaits him for more information but nothing came up. She frowns slightly.

"Is that it?" She asks after the silence. He shakes his head.

"No, you'll need a disguise. I don't think they would let a fourteen year old girl bet on guns and missiles… actually, you're going to take over the joint before the meeting. Terra, new mission; head over to New York as fast as possible. I hear they organize meetings every month on the thirteenth at midnight. Right now it's 7:00. We have to get there quick before twelve. Pack your bags fast. Hurry up." He says quickly, unlocking her door and letting her literally fly out of the door.

Terra silently lands on the pizza store's roof and down at the back and makes her way around to the front. She bursts through and lays her pizza cap in front of the manager, Mr. Andrew. The Greek man looked down at Terra in confusion. "Terra, is there something I can do for you?" He asks innocently. Terra sighs before answering.

"Sir, I have to quit the job." Terra blurts out. His confused expression quickly switches to shock. She decides to explain before he protests. "I'm moving to…uh… Switzerland. I have many relatives in… Switzerville…" (A/N: I strongly advise you, do NOT attempt to look this place up. You're going to be looking for a long time because I made it up.) Terra lies with a nervous grin. The Greek suddenly shifts back to confusion.

"Does Switzerville even exist?" He asks. She shifts on her feet uncomfortably.

"Um… yeah… yeah, it does… in Switzerland. I'm sorry this is so sudden for you…" She apologizes with honest remorse. He passes her a great big grin.

"Don't be sorry. I wish you luck on your trip back to… Switzerville..." He says, a bit unsure about the 'Switzerville' part. Terra nods at his understanding.

"Thanks Mr. Andrew." She says with a grin of satisfaction as they shake hands.

"You have been such great delivery boy… you deserve something from us, yes? We will not take 'no' for answer, will we?" Andrew asks the workers in the back. They grumble their answers miserably. "That's what I thought. Terra, here is your last paycheck. You can keep pizza boy uniform too if you like." He adds as he hands over her last paycheck. She takes it and makes her way out the door with a parting wave.

Terra attempts to make a bee line back to the Gotham hotel as she begins to dial on her cell phone and wait for an answer. Then a gruff 'hello' greets her. "Cain, there's been a change of plans. We're heading to New York now." Terra advises as she speeds past bystanders. Cain doesn't answer after a dragging pause.

"I've just received the news and ready to move. What sort of transportation will we use?" Cain asks on the other line with his voice screaming curiosity. Terra is about to respond when she hears matching footsteps from behind and then slow down as she did. Terra looks back and sees no one.

"…I'll talk to you later." Terra finishes as she hangs up before Cain had any breathing chance of demanding an answer or whatnot. Terra looks back again and shakes her head as she moves along and turns a corner. A fit figure slips up from the slimy shadows and moves forward to peek over the sharp corner to find Terra out of sight.

Terra takes a gander below as she gradually recognizes the sly anonymous. He had short, red hair, a striking, black mask and a red, well-fitting suit with the addition of blinding, yellow boots. Terra's face contorts in shock. "Speedy?" She whispers his name in shock along with some insignificant hints of hurt. Terra watches as he continues to look for her below. Terra shakes her head as she flies off, thinking about Speedy and probably betrayal of trust.

Outside the hotel, Cain and Terra await the transportation that they were promised from Marcello's very lips. A car interrupts the patient waiting period and screeches to a halt in front of them. "Get in; we don't got time to lose." A voice booms through the door as they enter the vehicle and zoom north. Terra checks her watch. It read '7:30' in red, hot digits, blaring in the slight darkness of the car.

"Can you hurry up, Joe? It's urgent." Terra complains as they continue to jet through the streets frantically. Joe decides to keep silent as they take a sharp turn and both Terra and Cain go bashing onto one side of the car due to the sudden, forceful jerk it gave. "…Never mind." Terra states later on after healing from the crushing heaviness of Cain's body forced onto her.

"We'll get there in time so no whining." Joe orders grumpily as they tear through the fog furiously at eye-blinking speed.

By time Terra arrived at the Big Apple, Terra was already crouching in her seat like a dead man as she slept. Cain takes the liberty of nudging her rough enough to wake her up immediately. "We're here." Cain responds to her baggy-eyed yet confused expression that cloaked her face. Terra frustratingly grabs her case and slips out the car as one of the flashing nightlights above splashes sunny yellow onto her small, shadowy frame. The Mafia teen checks her watch and an expression that showed that she had just woken up washed over her pale face.

"It's already eleven?" Terra asks herself in utter shock as Joe's vehicle begins to drive off from vision distance.

"I suggest we hurry before twelve arrives. Marcello said that we have to takeover the auction before it starts." Cain notes to Terra who was much aware of the situation. The fourteen year-old girl nods in agreement. "We have to find the clock tower. Terra since you have the levitation powers here I think you are an appropriate decision to go looking for it." David mentions to her who seemed pretty much ahead of him as she levitates above the city soaked in sparkles of different sort of lights and bustling streets. She looks around and seems to have spotted something. Terra doesn't hesitate to fly into that direction as Cain follows on ground.

After a short while they arrived at the clock tower and Terra dives below in front of the tower and waits for Cain to reach her. As soon as he does, he says, "Terra, I am unable to accompany you during the raid since this is your job." Terra nods in understanding. "I will be out here if you need me." He adds as she flies back up to a window and slides in soundlessly.

In the tower, Terra has her mask on her face and sword tightly gripped in the sweaty, gloved depth of her palm. Suddenly, faint voices bounce off the walls from below. "Get the cannons ready, Mike, it's nearly twelve." She heard a rough tone collide into her hearing well enough for her to hear clearly. Terra levitates a little lower so that she can approach them without giving out any signals of her presence. Then a response is heard, "Don't you think I'm trying? These things are heavy." Terra's curiosity takes her over and she takes a peek over the wooden rails of the many staircases down below to see a group of hi-tech cannons, machine guns and other dangerous weapons all in a band together. Terra's eyes widen behind the frowning, red eye caps of her demonic samurai mask. How were street rats able to get their hands on such enhanced technology?

Terra then spots a large man in a white and black suit and a matching, tall mask with the additions of goggles that glare a devilish red. "Where is my pay?" He asks in a certain Chinese accent as he holds out his hand, obviously expecting cash to be placed on to it. Terra takes the distracting opportunity to descend a few more flights and continue to watch what was occurring.

"The money is right in this brief case, Mr. Chang." One of them answers with more of a lively voice, passing over the case to the pale man. 'Chang' peeks into the case and nods.

"Excellent. You may keep the experiments." He assures as he leaves them to hold the deadly weapons. Terra jumps over the last flight of stairs and waits until all of them seem distracted with the weapons again. The youthful teenager flips the sword within her hand and she pounces forward like a snake diving in, whips out a handkerchief and places it over one of the organizers faces. He struggles for a while before Terra lets him go and he falls limp onto the ground. The others hear the commotion and one more is already attacked and knocked unconscious. Two more remain as Terra hides in the shadows as quickly as possible. In a swift move though, she whacks another across the back of the head right after quickly and abruptly emerging from the darkness of the jet black shadows. The last one in view points his gun at her threateningly but before he was even able to spell out his threat, Terra slashes it in half then crushes his nose with a direct, concrete hook in the very center of his face and blood flies as he goes flying back an inch or so. Terra rubs her sore fist as she turns to the advanced technology she was witnessing. Terra looks at them in awe. Such advanced technology made her feel like she was sucked from the 21st century and popped into the 31st. Analyzing the great superiority of the gadgets, Terra begins to admire.

A small clanking sound makes her avert her attention toward the rear just so her face can come in contact with a cold pipe. Her whole body is sent back straight into a wall and half of her face goes numb. As she scowls, she looks up to see the man she thought she knocked out before. Terra can't help but notice the big pipe he was holding in his palm and look up at him in utter fear. He swings again, hits her dead-on causing her to go scattering across the cold floor. Terra quickly removes the mask from her face as she attempts to heal her bloody cheeks and nose. She spits out the salty, crimson liquids from her mouth and looks back at her attacker who was more than ready to strike again. He pauses once he sees Terra's face. Out of nowhere, a malicious grin slowly slides onto his face. "A girl, huh…? Well don't worry, girly, I'll make this real quick for you…" The brunette chuckles as he throws away the pipe and picks up a knife to take its place. He leans down to her and places the sharp point of the weapon on her abdominal, seductively cutting through her clothes. Terra looks away from him with eyes screwed shut as his hot breath beats onto her ear and neck. She suddenly takes in a huge gulp of air as she feels the metal cut into her skin and slide in slowly. He wiggles it around a bit so that the damage and the pain would increase. Terra yelps in anguish as she claws the ground unconsciously. The man in a suit chuckles again as he slips it out at turtle speed. When it's finally out, Terra is coughing out her own blood and trembling to the overdose of unbearable agony. The tall male gets to his feet and raises his sharp pocket-knife in the air as he is about to strike her down into a gory mess.

Fear…

Pain…

'Can't… focus… going to die…' Terra thinks weakly and depressingly as tears form up in her eyes. Is this how it was supposed to end? Dying pointlessly without knowing anything about her past, without love or anything that can make a person happy? Die with nothing but a bloody, expensive suit?

"You're dead, bitch!" He exclaims as he's about to take the last swipe with his bloody knife. "No…" Terra whispers weakly as she feels her blood leak out of her and her whole body begin to give out. 'Not like this…' Terra thinks to herself. He swings.

'…Not like this…'

A black out.

Please review or I will kill you because I seriously do know where you live…

P.S.: Before you report me for so-called 'explicitly graphical violence' hear me out; I bet you've seen worse than this. Come on people, I was being as less descriptive about the gore as possible. Give me a break, at least I try to keep it lowly descriptive. Besides that, please review this, I need serious feedback. Am I lacking again?

By the way, this is the edited version. BAM! Hope I improved it. Again, please review.