A/N: OMG! There's nothing to do here! My house is so boring! So, in my boredom, I wrote chapter three…hope it doesn't suck…

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Two Sides of Law

Chapter Three

Past Events

RED X

The kid just stood there, dumbfounded. I rolled my eyes under the mask. Not that anyone could tell. This Robin kid was a real pain in the ass. He always attacks before he investigates. I swear, it's gonna be the death of him.

Oh, and slightly off topic: WHY THE HELL DID HE DECIDE TO CALL HIMSELF "ROBIN"! I mean, 'Robin' doesn't even sound threatening! He could at least call himself 'Hawk' or 'Eagle' or something! Okay, I'm done.

So the traffic light just stood there with a look of utter shock etched into his face. He was in a half-hearted horse stance with his knees barely bent. I could have easily broken his legs in the worst place right then and there. But I didn't. Maybe I should have. His staff was held weakly in his left hand, which slowly lowered with realization of my words.

"Why would you want him in prison?" He asked, pure curiosity showing. The kid really needed to learn how to do a monotone. Keeps people guessing. The Goth girl on the team-what was her name…Rae! That's it! Her name was Rae. That's what the traffic light called her in battle, anyway.

"I've got my reasons, kid." I said. The harshness of the voice modulator rang out.

"Tell me." Wow. So the kid did know how to use a monotone. Maybe Rae taught him.

"I don't really feel like it." I told him. I loved toying with this guy. He was so easy to mess with.

Suddenly, Slade came plummeting toward me off the balcony of the warehouse. As he got close, he extended a leg. Without missing a beat, I jumped back, nearly colliding with the Grass Stain. He jumped up in surprise and quickly morphed into a gorilla and took a shot at me. I ducked so he punched Slade instead. Cutie (A/N: it's Starfire. That's what X called her in the epi that he came back.) flew over us and started pummeling us with emerald lights from her hands and Grass Stain turned into a fly to get away.

Slade escaped the barrage with an assortment of gymnastics while I pressed a button on my stolen belt to teleport me to the other side of the room. When I got there, I noticed Rae leaning against the wall. She looked hurt. I didn't get it. She had healing powers, so why didn't she just heal herself. She was off to the side a bit, half hidden behind a couple of crates. As not to let Slade find her, I teleported.

When I arrived in front of her, she just stood there and gawked at me, letting a soft gasp escape her lips. Sheer terror shown in her eyes. She could beat the shit out of me if she tried. What the hell is she so afraid of? I pondered.

"What are you doing, Sunshine? We need your help." I said to her.

"I…I can't." Her voice wavered slightly. I gave her a skeptical look, although she couldn't tell.

"Heal yourself, genius." I told her.

"I can't." she repeated.

"Why not? You aren't afraid of Slade, are you?" She stared at me. Her familiar anger was returning to her gorgeous violet eyes.

"My powers don't allow me to heal myself unless I go to sleep." She snapped. "And if I go out there now, I'd be useless. I'd get in the way, and if Slade got away because of me, Robin would never let me live it down." She paused for a minute. "And what's with the 'We need your help' thing?"

"You're useful." I replied. It took me a minute to realize she meant 'Why are you helping us?' I chuckled softly to cover up for my mistake and made it seem like a joke. "I want that guy in jail just as bad as you guys do." My voice wavered for a moment, but, once again, I was saved by the magic that is a voice changer. That night was still vivid in my mind…

Flashback

A brunette woman and a young boy sat at the dinner table in silence. They were slightly dressed up. The woman wore a black dress with her hair pulled back in an elegant bun. A few curls fell to the side, framing her tanned face. The boy was, to his displeasure, adorned in khaki pants and a black and red sweater. He had refused to wear shoes, so his navy socks tapped against the wood floor soundlessly. His mother, the brunette, had combed his messy, lengthening black hair so it was slightly presentable.

The boy twirled pasta around his fork with a saddened expression on his face. His pointed nose flared slightly, giving him a look of anger. He looked over to his mother who was swirling a glass of red wine in a crystal glass. He knitted his eyebrows and glared at the woman with his holding stare. She looked up to find two blue eyes fixated upon her.

"When will he be here?" the boy questioned.

"He said he'd arrive by six-thirty, baby."

"It's already seven. And don't call me 'baby' anymore. I'm turning thirteen."

"But you'll always be my baby, right?" The woman touched his hand affectionately, but he pulled away with pointless force.

"Is Jericho coming?" The boy asked. His mother completely ignored the rude thing that her son had just done and thought for a moment.

"It's Tuesday, so I believe he'll be with his mother tonight."

"Great." the boy mumbled, downing the rest of his glass of sparkling apple cider.

The door opened abruptly to a man in a brown trench coat and a bowler hat atop his graying hair. The brunette got up to help him get in the door, but he waved her away, muttering something. He closed the door to block the pouring rain from drenching the carpet at the entry way. He propped an umbrella on the wall and hung up his coat and hat. He slid his shoes off and placed them behind a chair near the door. He came into the dining room and sat down with a sigh of contentment.

"So how was work, Slade?" the woman began.

"Horrible. There are a couple of bozos who keep calling us back despite the fact they don't apply." Slade answered, dishing himself up some fettuccine alfredo and bread. "And three of my stocks dropped over three points today."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, well…Say, Collin, could you pass the wine?" Slade questioned. The boy began to pass the bottle to the man when the woman cut in.

"I thought you were trying to quit." She pressed.

"It's been a rough day. One glass couldn't hurt, Danni…"

I was ripped from my thoughts by a black and orange streak headed towards Rae. I instantly pushed her aside, but I couldn't move fast enough. Slade kicked me hard in the ribs. A loud crack echoed throughout the warehouse. I staggered back to the wall and looked up to see Rae on the ground, looking at me with shock written all over her face. As I scanned the room, I got pretty much the same response from everyone else there save the madman himself.

"It seems I hit a weak point in your defenses." Slade said coolly. His tone bothered me. He sounded as if he believed he were better than you; like you were gum on the bottom of his shoe (A/N: See how Red X and Robin think alike? Sorry, had to point that out…).

"Perhaps your only weakness is the fear that innocent women will get hurt." Slade scoffed. He bent down to get in my face. "Isn't that right…Collin?" (A/N: Dum dum dum)

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A/N: So there you have it! Thankies for reading this! I'll try to get the next chapter up, ASAP but there aren't any promises… :mumbles: stupid "responsibilities" get in the way with my obsession with fan fiction…