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Two Sides of Law

Chapter Nineteen

Hideout

RAVEN

We rounded up the prisoners and Plasmus within two long, painstaking hours. My shoulder was sore from a particularly hard hit from a certain concrete wall. Beautiful how fate works out isn't it? Nightwing lead us over to the place he'd tied Collin up at.

"Uh, dude, he's not there." Changeling said, as if we couldn't already see that. Nightwing put his head in his hand, mentally slapping himself for his stupidity.

"Don't worry, Nightwing. We'll find him." Starfire said reassuringly. By the way, Starfire had learned more modernized ways of speaking. She'd also found out about a handy invention call the contraction.

"He's headed for the tower." he muttered.

"Mumbling again." Terra said, rolling her eyes.

"Rae, get us to the tower!" Nightwing commanded. I instantaneously surrounded the bunch of us in telekinetic energy and we were dumped out in the evidence room. Without a word, the masked hero ran for the vault with the Red X suit inside of it. We hurried after him, not needing to see the inside of the safe to know whether or not it was still there. He grunted.

"Damn it!"

"All ya gotta do is set a match to the guy, man." Cyborg said to his friend from the metal door. Nightwing looked up, smirking.

"I didn't think of that."

"You're not really going to, are you?" I inquired. I mean, Red X was bad, but not bad enough to have a death sentence or deserve to be blown to smithereens.

"No. It's just a really good threat."

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NIGHTWING (I figured I should switch views more since I'm almost done with the story)

My team took their positions around the warehouse on old pier forty-one. The tracking device I'd implanted on the suit had led us here, to Slade's old hideout. Sanders was no doubt looking for a lead on Slade. I'd staked out in the basement, ready to attack at any moment.

I watched him walk about the room with a slight cocky bounce, as if reminiscing. He inhaled deeply, mumbling something inaudible. He continued his stroll, dragging his finger through inch-thick dust and rubbing his first to digits and thumb together. He walked down an aisle of crates and stopped at one in the corner. He knelt down and observed the dust on the floor and crates. He snickered and began pulling it from the wall. What was he doing? Had he found something? Wow, Dick. You're really loosing your touch if this lowlife can show you up in detective work. I thought

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RED X

The suit was a tad snug, but it fit. After all, I had been nearly nineteen and damn near fully grown when I'd first tried the thing on. It felt good to be back inside. I felt mysterious. Confident. Happy.

The dust gave him away. Both of them. Slade and Nightwing. Yes, I knew Nightwing was there, but then again, I didn't care. If he came along for the ride, I'd have help. I hated to admit it, but I was glad the Boy Blunder had the know-how to find me. How he could find me and not Slade, I had no earthly idea. I mean, the guy had run into the basement to escape. Basement. No exit. C'mon, it was elementary stuff!

I examined the dust. There was a slight change in thickness and it showed evidence of being stirred. I followed the trail to the old crate in the corner and pushed it aside. Behind it, there was a square cut in the wall that led down a tunnel. I crawled through without hesitation, and kept crawling until the ceiling let up and I could stand. I came to a door and opened it, and walked for about twenty minutes. I never looked back to see if my little stalker was following me.

The tunnel was rock and had dimming or broken lights lining the top. Didn't come out where I'd expected. I thought. I came to another door; this one was made of steel. I pushes slightly, testing it. I leaned into it, pressing hard and the door creaked open. It was open just enough to slip through. I didn't want let Slade know I was here with something as foolish as a creak of a door.

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RAVEN

I sat in the rafters of the warehouse on pier forty-one, waiting. I'd glance at my opened communicator every so often, just to make sure no one had come out of the basement. Our leader had cleverly left his communicator open and placed it on the floor so that we could all see if someone was there. One of the many crates kept in the cellar obscured part of the screen which made me think he had also been intelligent enough to conceal it.

I changed my position several times whenever limbs went numb. I'd been sitting there for nearly an hour before I'd seen any activity. It was in the basement.

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NIGHTWING

I crept down the path as quietly as possible, as not to give myself away to Collin and anyone else down here. I followed a good distance behind the escaped prisoner.

How Collin had outsmarted me was beyond my comprehension. How had he figured out where Slade was in one night while I couldn't in four years? At least, I thought Collin was down here for Slade…

I walked along the rock corridor, thinking one thing: this looks familiar (A/N: More snaps! Who can tell me where X-ie and Night-ie are?) I don't know why it didn't hit me before.

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RED X

I looked around the large cave-looking room. Cracks were visible along the floor. My eyes scanned the cracked walls. And out of nowhere, Slade plummeted toward me with a ferocious kick at the ready.

"HAA!" His war cry echoed through the room as he landed, barely skimming my head, only knocking my mask askew. He turned calmly. His dark eye looked at me with more hatred than ever before. I could tell he was smiling.

"Collin." He greeted cheerfully. Too cheerfully to be Slade. "How are we today?" He joked. I threw a punch which he easily evaded. He grabbed the cape on the suit and flipped me backwards. I stopped when my back hit a hard wall. I grunted and looked up and saw his face right in front of mine. " No answer? I'll assume you want a fight, then." And with that, the bastard drew back a hand.

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A/N: sorry for another short chappie, but I've got a LOT to do. No worries. I'll make the last chappie really long and fluffy.

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