Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.


Johnathan rubbed his face with his hand. He was exhausted, hungry, needed a shower, and wanted nothing more than to go home. It was almost ten and he still hadn't been home yet. He needed food and a shower. He rubbed his face again and could feel the stubble on his chin. He also needed a shave.

Tony sauntered in the room looking fresh and wide awake.

"Morning!" Tony chirped. Tony was known for being a morning person. He glanced over at Johnathan. "Whoa, what happened to you?"

Johnathan looked at Tony through his fingers. "Uhh, you don't recall the crime scene at 4 this morning?"

Tony shrugged. "I was already up anyway; it didn't bug me."

"What are you?" Johnathan asked astonished and judgmental. Tony chuckled.

"Human."

"You sure about that?" Johnathan asked. "Cause I feel like death warmed over."

"You look it too." Tony teased.

"Gee, thanks."

"No problem." Tony took a sip out of a coffee mug. "Seriously though? I survive off of coffee."

"How much have you had?" Johnathan frowned in his direction.

"About 8 cups." Tony grinned.

"8 cups!?" Johnathan exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know. It's a wonder I'm not bouncing off of the walls."

"No kidding." Johnathan rolled his eyes and put his head down on the desk. He needed to go home.

"I sent everything off to the lab, just so you know," Tony said.

"It's Saturday. Are they even open?" Johnathan moaned from underneath his arm pillow. He glanced up just in time to see Tony shrug.

"Dunno. Just sent it off. Who cares? If they get it today or tomorrow it just means that it'll be there and ready to go Monday which means a faster turnaround."

"Yeah yeah." Johnathan waved him off.

"Man, why are you even here? Like you said it's Saturday. Go home. You look like you could use a day off."

"I don't know, I just feel like I should be here."

Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "Dude, why? You're absolutely useless to me like this. Besides, everything's been sent off. Till Monday all we can do is paperwork and I can handle that. Go home, shower, sleep, and for all that is holy get that mess off of your face."

Johnathan looked up at Tony and grinned. "What? You don't like the beard? I think I would look dashing with facial hair."

"Man, get outta here before I shoot you." Tony shoved Johnathan's chair with his foot. Johnathan stood and gathered his stuff while laughing.

Johnathan stepped out into the hall and narrowly missed bumping into Chief Cramer.

"Whoa! Sorry! What are you doing here on a Saturday?" Johnathan asked. The chief grumbled something under his breath before giving Johnathan his attention.

"I had to come in. I got a call from Mr. Benson that there was something important he needed to discuss with me." Cramer huffed.

Just then an officer walked by them. He turned and grinned at them. "Hey yo chief! When are you gonna let me run the bat signal?"

"When my wife stops singing the pina colada song every time we go to the store."

Johnathan raised his eyebrows in question at the chief. The cop groaned. "Aww, chief…."

"Don't "aww chief" me. The bat signal is only for the Comish's use, you know that. Now get outta here." He waved the cop off and looked at Johnathan.

"Pina colada song….?"

"Don't ask," Cramer grumbled.

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir," Johnathan replied. "Now about Mr. Benson….?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, right. Yeah, I got a phone call from the little twerp's father this morning. Apparently, he's trying to cause trouble or something again. He didn't really say why he's coming in, but I had to get my butt down to the station quick." Cramer rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Lord if I have to settle another one of his "financial disputes" I'm going to lose my mind."

Johnathan frowned. Lenard Benson was old and rich. Whatever little of Gotham that Bruce Wayne or the criminals didn't already own Benson did. He was most well known for his "contributions" to the city police department. Whenever he made them, they were large and extremely generous. Of course, they usually came with a steep price. Most of the lower-level departments and staff were left unscathed but the Commissioner and the Chief weren't usually so lucky.

At first, Benson had attempted to use the police as his own personal brute squad to shake down anyone he didn't like. Batman of course had a few words to say about that. After a short chat between the Dark Knight and Mr. Benson, the police force was suddenly free to do their actual jobs again. Since then Mr. Benson had only ever "requested" simple favors in exchange for his kindness.

These favors usually involved one of his sons. Emmett Benson was into drugs and shady characters. Real messy stuff that the police usually didn't really mind helping out with because it got other big-name dealers and gangs off the streets in the process. Charles on the other hand… was into women, booze, clubs, and partying way too hard. His messes usually involved a lot of paperwork, a lot of unnecessary overtime that didn't accomplish any other ends, and a lot of headaches.

Both the commissioner and the chief had said that if they didn't need the money, they would tell the old man and his sons where to get off. But unfortunately, they did need the funding. The Wayne foundation gave them some funding but since Benson had little else to put his money in unlike Wayne, Benson's contributions tended to be bigger. A lot bigger.

"Oh, Chief!"

Johnathan's eyebrow twitched. He turned to find one of the few people he actually despised standing outside of the chief's office door just down the hall. Charles waved at both of them with an ecstatic-looking smile on his face.

"Here we go again," Cramer muttered. He made his way over to his office and the waiting disaster.

"Good morning. What can I do for you this time Mr. Benson?"

Johnathan had to hand it to him. Cramer could fake being polite just as well as the most experienced socialites. It probably came with the territory.

Out of pure curiosity, Johnathan followed Cramer to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Chief I'd like to file an assault charge if you please." Charles' smile was far too wide for someone who had been the victim of an assault of any kind.

Johnathan blinked. That was certainly a new one. The look on the chief's face was priceless. He looked half stunned and half bewildered as though he couldn't figure out whether he had woken up in the right person's dream, or nightmare rather

"I-I'm sorry. Did I hear you correctly? You want to-what?" Cramer kept shaking his head as though he couldn't believe his ears. Johnathan didn't blame him. He certainly didn't believe what he was hearing.

You heard me. I would like to file a report against someone who assaulted me." Charles was beaming.

"Well, do you know who it was that assaulted you?" Cramer looked like he couldn't figure out what else to say.

"Yes, I do. It was a young lady that was in attendance at the fundraiser banquet last night. She physically assaulted me."

"Wha-?" Cramer looked confused. It took Johnathan a minute to figure out that Charles was talking about Airen.

"Now wait a minute…" Johnathan protested. He couldn't believe that Charles would be slimy enough to try and pull a trick like this.

"Hold it. Hold it." Cramer put his hands up. "Logan, you know something about this?" Cramer asked.

"Yes sir."

"Alright, let's have it."

"Sir, the young lady that he's referring to was simply defending herself from him after he refused to take no for an answer. In fact, you can check the inside of his right wrist for the bruise she left trying to get him to let go of her rear end. I saw the whole thing sir, and so did several other witnesses." Johnathan glared at Charles who sneered back. Cramer turned back to Charles.

"This true?" Charles gapped for a moment trying to think of something to say.

"I-"

Cramer sighed. "Listen, son, your father is generous with his contributions, and in return, we do not mind helping you and your brother out every now and then." That was a lie. "But we do not and will not help you fabricate criminal charges against a perfectly innocent woman as revenge for her ignoring and turning down your advances. We simply do not have the manpower, the time, or the funds. Now if you will please excuse me, since I am already here, I am sure that there is some real work waiting for me in my office." With that Cramer unlocked his door and went inside closing it behind him.

Johnathan smirked triumphantly and Charles. "Well, have a nice day." He turned to walk away.

"You know, you may have won the battle, but you won't win the war," Charles called after him. "Eventually I will win, and when I do I intend on taking that sweet little thing to bed with me." Johnathan stopped dead in his tracks.

'Don't do it. He's just baiting you. It's exactly what he wants.'

"But he is threatening her. We must stop him. We must kill."

'No! He's just a punk with a mouth. He's not worth it.'

"You know, I wonder what she likes? I bet she likes it rough." Johnathan turned and looked at Charles. He was smiling evilly at him.

'A very big mouth.'

"Even if she doesn't, that's what I'm gonna give her. I'm gonna fuck her so hard she won't know what to do with herself. I'm gonna make her scream and cum so hard she won't be able to do anything else."

Johnathan's face grew hot. How dare he speak about Airen of all people like that?

"I'm gonna make her lick my cock and ride her like there's no tomorrow. I'm gonna make her mine and by the time I'm done she'll be calling me daddy."

"Kill."

It happened all at once. Johnathan wasn't even sure it was all him. One-minute Charles was giving him an evil smile and the next he was right in front of Charles and feeling his fist connecting with Charles' nose. He heard the satisfying crunch of Charles' nose breaking and watched as Charles' expression went from smug to fear in an instant.

Charles was then on the ground screaming and holding his nose with blood pouring out of his hands. Johnathan felt his eyes dilate and just when he got ready to jump on Charles and finish the job, somebody pulled him back.

Strong hands grasped his arms from behind and someone was telling him to chill. He realized that it was Tony about the time Chief Cramer came out of his office and got Charles to his feet. Once they were several feet away Tony let go of Johnathan. Charles pointed at Johnathan with his hand that wasn't full of blood.

"I want him court-martialed!" Charles shrieked.

Johnathan lept toward him only for Tony to grab and pull him back again. Charles shrieked and fell back against the growing audience of spectators. Cramer grabbed Charles' arm and steadied him.

"Alright, alright enough! Listen here, you're lucky he didn't kill you and you're even luckier that I don't let him. Now somebody get him outta here and get him cleaned up." An officer appeared out of the crowd and escorted Charles away. Cramer turned to Johnathan. "You, my office. Now." Cramer said pointing at him. To everyone else he turned and shouted, "Scram! Shows over! Back to work!"

Johnathan reluctantly made his way into the office and sat down. When the door was closed, and the chief settled in before him Johnathan spoke up.

"He had it coming…!"

"I don't wanna hear it. The less I know the better." Cramer gave Johnathan a look. "Look, I wish more than anything that I had seen you punch him, and I wish even more that it was me who had done it. But his dad is powerful and I gotta do something to appease them both. So," Cramer sighed. "You're suspended."

"What!?" Johnathan cried standing from his seat.

"Sit down! I'm not finished!" Cramer frowned disapprovingly at him. "You're suspended for a week. You can't just go around punching people anytime you want. But since I haven't had a problem with you before and since it was a Benson boy I'm letting you off easy."

Cramer dragged his hand down his face. "Look at it this way, you're getting a week of paid vacation. You sure look like you could use it too. Get some sleep, go on a vacation, something! Just relax for a week and when you come back, you'll be refreshed."

"But the case-" Johnathan protested.

"Can wait. All the forensics were sent off this morning and the labs backed up anyway. Nothing more you can really do until it comes back and what little there is Tony can handle on his own. You need this, and I need this to cover my ass." Cramer looked at him. "I was there last night."

Johnathan's head popped up. "You were there? How come I didn't see you?"

"You were a little too busy dancing with that young lady you were there with." There was a hint of a smile on Cramer's face.

Johnathan blushed. "Oh."

"Yeah. I thought you said that there weren't any ladies in your life?"

"There aren't," Johnathan said simply.

"Well I saw her, and it looked like otherwise to me. Why don't you go and spend some time with her? You know, before you two get married and grow old and start driving each other crazy." Cramer smiled.

Johnathan grinned. "Like singing the pina colada song in public?"

Cramer frowned. "Get outta here before I call Charles in here for a return punch."


"Why?" Violet asked with a judgmental eyebrow raised.

"He said some….inappropriate things," Johnathan muttered looking at his plate.

After going home to shower and taking a nap Johnathan had gotten a call from Violet. Apparently, word about his little "excursion" with Charles had gotten around. They had met at a favorite diner of theirs for a late lunch to discuss.

"About….?" Violet had her arms crossed and sat back in the booth. She clearly did not approve of his actions.

"Someone." Johnathan took a bite of his sandwich. He wished she would just drop it. Things were hard and confusing enough without having to explain it to someone.

"Who?" Violet frowned.

"Look, would you just drop it okay? He deserved it, I got suspended for a week, end of story."

Violet's eyes opened wide in surprise and realization. "Airen. He was saying stuff about Airen wasn't he?"

"Vie…" Johnathan groaned in irritation.

"She told me about what happened with him last night, and how you stepped in. It was about her wasn't it?"

"Okay, fine. Yes. He was talking crap about Airen."

"And you punched him? Over her? I thought you couldn't stand her?" Violet asked confused.

"Yeah well, so did I. But apparently, I can stand her a little more than I thought." Johnathan said.

Violet frowned while she studied him. "He didn't get involved, did he?" She lowered her voice so as not to be heard. His sensitive hearing picked up on it anyway. Her demeanor and the way she had said "he" told him who she was talking about.

He swallowed hard before answering. "I might have heard him just before, maybe…." Johnathan said quietly. Violet's eyes grew big.

"Johnathan Edward Logan!" She hissed.

"Now hold on! There is no reason to get all mothering and stuff. You know I can't control who he, you know, likes." He said quietly.

"I know that, but I thought you had him under control! That you could control his urges and stuff. Like killing!" Violet hissed.

"I can. Otherwise, we would be having this conversation in a prison right now." Johnathan said lowly.

Violet huffed. "You're lucky you only got suspended."

"You think?" They glared at each other for several minutes. It wasn't until the bell above the diner door rang and Airen walked in that Johnathan noticed his neck getting stiff.

"Hey, guys!" Airen greeted as she came up to the table. She was wearing her usual white t-shirt and jeans with converse and her midriff exposed. She had her worn tan should book bag slung over her shoulder and her favorite coffee drink in her hand. Her blonde hair was down in its usual wild and unkept tangled mass.

She paused when she saw that they were in a glaring contest. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing," Johnathan grumbled and looked down at his plate.

"Nothing," Violet confirmed. She glared at Johnathan one final time before smiling up at Airen.

"What's up?" Violet asked as she scooted over in the booth to give Airen a place to sit.

Airen grinned. "Did you hear about what happened this morning?"

"No, what?" Violet asked curiously.

"Someone punched that creep from last night, Charles Benson, out! Gave him a broken nose and everything!" Airen beamed. "I wish I had been there to see it."

Johnathan kept his head down but smiled. A warm feeling of pride and something else filled his chest at her praise and clear approval of his actions.

"The only thing is whoever did it did it in the police station. As in, in front of witnesses and everything. I mean, who would be stupid enough to go and punch someone in the police station?" Airen said annoyed.

Johnathan's chest deflated and his smile was replaced with a frown. Of course, she would find some way to insult and disapprove of him, even if it was unknowingly.

Violet looked at Johnathan out of the corner of her eye. "I have no idea," Violet said sounding astonished. She turned and gave Johnathan a pointed look and knowing smile. "John, do you have any ideas?" Violet taunted.

He looked up and glared at her hoping it conveyed his message of "shut-the-hell-up". He turned to see Airen looking at him genuinely waiting for a response.

"No idea." He mumbled dejectedly and looked back down at his plate.

Airen looked at him like he had grown a second head and sat down next to Violet.

"Well, whoever it was deserves a medal. Then they need some common sense beat into them. Punching someone out in the middle of a police station…..I mean what kind of idiot…?" Airen ranted.

With every word, Johnathan shrunk closer and closer to his plate. Violet choked on her drink and laughed. Airen noticing their odd reactions looked at them confused.

"What?" She asked innocently. This only made Johnathan turn redder and Violet laugh harder.


"I didn't kill him." Sparrow landed on the roof she'd been on the night before. Black Hawke was already there seemingly studying the building across the street.

"Kill who?" He didn't turn to greet her when she'd landed.

"The thug the police found last night."

"Actually, it was early this morning. And why don't' you tell them that?" He asked. She shrugged.

"Figured you would do that for me."

He laughed dryly. "What am I? A messenger pigeon?"

"Sometimes, yeah," Sparrow replied amused at his joke.

He turned suddenly looking very un-amused. "Listen here, you've only been in town for a few months and already you're causing trouble. Do you know how mad Batman was when he found out you were there last night? I don't know how people do it where you're from, but here we don't kill!" Hawke got louder with every word. "You haven't been here long enough to ask any favors of anyone especially since you can't be bothered to meet any of the people whose territory you've encroached on! So do your own damn errands." He growled.

Sparrow used her mask and the shadows to hide her surprise. Something was clearly bothering him tonight. He was usually very calm and laid back. She hadn't seen him lose it like this before.

"Sheesh, sorry. I just thought since you actually had a relationship with the police here and Batman who will also want to know what happened I'd tell you and you could pass on the message." She shrugged. "But since you don't want to I'll just fly right up to the commissioner's window and-"

"Alright! Alright, I'll do it." He sighed. "I'm sorry for being so short. I'm having….personal issues." He finished lamely.

"Well, that's obvious." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Alright, so tell me what happened?" He mirrored her stance.

"Well, I was watching the building for a particular group of people. They've been breaking into similar buildings to steal papers and analysis reports and stuff like that. Not long after you left last night they showed up. I snuck in and eavesdropped on them to see if I could make out their plans. From what I heard they're working for somebody. Someone who wants to make a presence on the world market. Sort of a legitimate financial income through illegitimate methods."

Hawke nodded showing that he followed.

"When they found what they were looking for I made my move. I tried to capture one to try and get him to talk but, well…things kinda got out of hand."

Hawke snorted. "That's obvious."

She gave him a disapproving glare. "They pulled out guns and started shooting. They were automatic weapons, stuff that thugs like that would've only been able to get through an organized gang or something. I fought back but there were four of them and one of me and well, with my powers I couldn't just straight-up fight back in odds like that. Or else I would have killed them."

She took a deep breath. "They started yelling and after seeing my powers they got scared and just started shooting blindly and randomly. That's how one of them ended up killing one of their own. One guy wasn't paying attention to where he was shooting. Some sort of "spray and pray" type deal. Well, he ended up spraying right into one of his buddies' backs.

"When they saw what he did the other three took off, with the information. I tried to save the guy's life, but he was already gone when I got there. I tried to make it as obvious as I could what had happened." She finished.

"You moved the body!?" Black Hawke shrieked.

"Noooo….I didn't touch the body. I may be new, but I'm not stupid. What are you anyway, some sort of cop?" She said insulted.

"No, we just-we get very strict training from the bat." He said lamely.

"Uh-huh…..anyway…..I didn't touch anything, I didn't tamper with evidence. I just made sure nothing was hidden or unclear so that nothing was misconstrued. Then I made an anonymous tip call to the station."

"So if they were praying and spraying with automatic weapons…..are you bulletproof?" He asked after a moment of thinking.

She frowned in his direction. "No."

"So how did you not get shot?"

"I'm agile." She deadpanned, very unimpressed with his questions.

"Mmm….well I'll pass the message along. Thanks." He turned to leave.

"That's it? No lecture? No "please give the bat a call"? No good-bye?" She asked.

"Consider it my apology for yelling at you." With that, he transformed into a black hawk and flew off into the city lights.