I've never been a team player. But, of course, I've never really been on a team of any kind either. When you grow up on the streets, you learn real darn quick how to take care of yourself without any help. You learn to be self-sufficient...or shove a cowboy boot up someone's ass, depending on the situation.

Robin told me to wait for the rest of the team. I should have done what he said.

But I didn't.

The fact that one of our own might be in trouble was a valid excuse, but old habits die hard. I'm a smoker. I know.

VROOOOM!

I pulled my Harley up into a wheelie and smashed through the front door of the museum. I was met with wide-eyed thugs, scrambling to get out of the way

B-BUMP!

One was slow to get out of the way, and he found himself trapped under the tires of my motorcycle. I ran over him and skidded the vehicle to a stop.

I hung my cowboy hat off the handlebar of the bike and stood up.

"Who else wants a one-way trip to the woodshed?"

Not one of them wanted the trip, it seemed, as they pointed uzi machine guns at me.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!

I ducked behind my bike, but there was no need. Noir blurred in front of me and twirled his blade, deflecting the shots.

The thugs apparently didn't want to fight. Instead, they used their gunfire as a delaying tactic as they filed out of what was left of the door I'd smashed through.

"They're getting away!" I jumped back on my Harley, threw on my hat and smashed the gas. The back tire skidded against the marble floor for a minute before it caught traction, leaving a long black line.

Outside, the thieves had piled into a large black van and was pulling away onto the street. Without warning, Noir jumped onto the back of my Harley. With no time to talk about it, we tore off after them. Buildings whizzed by on the left and right as we went faster and faster. The van made a sudden sharp curve and almost flipped over as it went up on two wheels before gravity forced it back down.

The back door of the van slid open and, once again, I found myself looking down the barrels of machine guns.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!

Chunks of pavement and road flew up around my bike and I turned hard to the left and right. Behind me, I felt more than saw Noir move.

"Hey!" I called behind me over the whistling air and gunfire. "Just what do you think you're-"

With a pulse of black smoke, Noir jumped off the back of my Harley towards the van. He landed heavily on the roof and would have rolled off if he didn't stab his sword into the van to use as a handle. The thugs stopped shooting at me for a moment as I'm sure they were trying to figure out how to get the swordsman off of their vehicle.

You have to give it to criminals: They might not be the sharpest knives in the drawer, but their actions are usually effective. They pointed straight up with their guns and let loose a torrent of gunfire. Noir dodged left and right, but there was no where for him to go. Finally, he leaped off and landed behind me on the bike again.

"Have fun?"

Not surprisingly, Noir didn't answer.

"Let me try, then."

I revved up the Harley and went even faster. I pulled up beside the van and saw the thug in the front seat yelling and pointing at me.

"Hah!"

I jumped off my Harley and landed precariously on the step bar of the van, leaving Noir to drive. I reared back my metal-knuckled fist and slammed it into the passenger side window. With that gone, I moved up and tried to reach into it.

WHAM!

A punch came out of nowhere and hit me high on the forehead. I was flung back...right into Noir, who was struggling with the motorcycle.

SCREEEEEEEEEEETCH!

The motorcycle flipped and skidded along the pavement, sending Noir and I barreling through the air. I hummed the ice song and enclosed us in a protective globe of ice.

The ice shattered into a thousand pieces on contact and Noir and I flipped and tumbled and scraped our way to a stop.

But the van and the thugs inside it didn't get away. Just as they reached a three way intersection, our teammates showed up.

Maybe being part of a team wasn't so bad after all.

Raven closed off one intersection with a wall of black telekinesis. Starfire and Robin on his R-Cycle blocked off another while Cyborg and his T-Car blocked off the last one. With no choice, the van skidded to a stop.

Noir and I sat up, dizzy and bruised.

CRASSSSSHHHH!

The pavement beneath the stopped van erupted upward, sending it flying up into the air...and, inevitably, back down. We watched as the Titans quickly surrounded the vehicle and detained the bad guys.

Terra walked up behind us with Beast Boy in tow, the yellow leaving her eyes.

Beast Boy was snickering.

"Hehehehe. Noobies."

Noir and I groaned.