Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans

Monday mourning, the guard came to my cell. Just as I knew he would. He tells me that they have to let me go. I'm out. I'm free. I saw that coming to. They gave me my possessions back, wich came to about 64 cents in small change. I didn't ask were the rest of my money was. They had a "doctor" look me over. He said I was fine, and physically fit for release. I'm not. At lest im out of here.

I was just out of jail, enough cash for a phone call. Only two places I could call now. First one is my last resort, my plan Z, my hopefully never gonna happen phone call. So I dialed the other number, Bruce, at the tavern.

"Hello, this is Jessica Speaking, how can I help you?"

"Hey kid, its me, is Bruce there?"

"Oh my god, Murdok is that really you? What happened? Are you hurt? Are you in jail?"

"I'll tell you later, just go and get your father."

She set down the phone, and ran off to get her father, in a few seconds I could hear his heavy foot steps.

"Murdok Is that you, Were are you?"

"Relax Bruce, I need you to pick me up, Im at the corner of 53rd and West Addison."

"Ok, I'll be there in a jiff."

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He arrived 5 min later. Driving a blue Chevrolet Cobalt. I practically fell into the passenger seat.

" What the hell happened, we were worried sick...you look like shit."

"I'll fill you in after I get some rest, you wouldn't happen to have an extra bed would you?"

"I have an extra couch on the second floor."

"The second floor?"

"Yah, I own the first and second floor of the building, my daughter and I live on the second floor, and the tavern is on the first."

"Oh..." I said before falling asleep in the front seat.

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Bruce woke me up when we reached the Tavern. He said he was going to carry me up to the second floor, but I told him, "If you value your dignity, you'll let me walk myself." He let me walk.

As soon as stepped inside, Jessica almost jumped on me. She dropped the tray of beer and other beverages on a vacated table. She asked me too many questions, too quickly. She gave me a slight head ach. I told her I needed to sleep. I told her I would talk later. I told her I would be fine. I told her, thanks for caring.

I walked/dragged myself up the stairs. At the top there was a small room. A TV, coffee table, lounge chair, and couch were present. I headed to the couch and collapsed onto it. I was asleep when my head hit the pillow. Then came a loud clank of something being dropped. I opened one eye and saw Bruce, and a large metal case. My gun, the one in left here. He told me that the police either didn't see it or didn't think it was mine. I said thank you and rolled over, embracing the warm and comfortable couch.

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I was woken up again to a new sound. The sound of a fighting. A common sound at the tavern. But this was different, it wasn't just the sound of blows being exchanged, but explosions, chanting, and strange animal sounds. I figured this was it; it had finally got to me. I was going insane. It took longer than I thought. I could still here the sounds. I forced my body to get up and investigate.

I found a window the sounds seemed to be coming from. I gazed out, and found the source of the noise. Go figure. The time I need allot of sleep, The Teen fuckin Titans decide to have a big fight outside my window. Damn it. I recognized the titans, but I couldn't place the guy they were fighting. Big guy. Big tech suit. His human head poking up through the top. Something about a map, or Greek mythology or somthing like that. Whatever. He seemed to be doing quite a number on the titans. The leader Bird man, whatever, was out cold on the pavement. Next to him was the flying chick, the one that shoots green crap. The little green boy was likewise out cold on a car hood. The African American robot hybrid was down for the count, with his arms ripped off. The last girl, with the violet hair, the big guy had her in a choke hold. By the look of it, she didn't have much longer. What a jerk, he doesn't know how to treat a lady. Some one should teach him some manners. None of the titans were in any condition to do it. The police couldn't do it. And there sure as hell weren't any civilians ready to jump in. I guess that leaves me. Damn it. I moved back over to the couch. I opened the case on the coffee table and took the rifle out. I carried the heavy gun over to the open window. The girls pale skinned face was starting to turn blue. I pulled the butt of the gun deep into the pocket of my shoulder. I lined up the sights with the robot suits head area. I couldn't get a good shot. The sights kept moving on me. I didn't have the energy to hold the heavy rifle still. I couldn't take a shoot like that. I might hit the girl. I set the rifle down. There was one last thing I could do. Kids, don't try this at home. I jumped out the window. I landed on the Robot/man's shoulder. It didn't seem to hurt him, but it suppressed the hell out of him. It suppressed him enough to drop the girl. Now his focus was on me. He tried grabbing at me, but I grabbed his head and neck in a sort of head lock. Using a move made famous by pro wrestlers.

The 'sleeper hold' does not really put someone to sleep. It is ment to cut off the oxygenyn to the brain. It makes the victim pass out. The robot/guy was taking awhile to pass out, and he was putting up a good fight. I was on his back, were he couldn't reach me, but that didn't mean he couldn't slam me into things, like cars, see also lamp posts, see also brick walls. My overly existed body was wearing down quickly. But I still kept my death grip on his neck. Luckily, he blacked out before I did. Unluckily, he fell backwards onto me. My last thoughts before blacking out were, "That's gonna hurt in the mourning."

Heroic isn't the right word, but it's the first to come to mind.