I could torture you for a few more weeks, but I won't.

ME: Ahem… Forgetting something?

Oh yeah… Squid are out to take over the world!

ME: Rolls eyes She so obviously owns Teen Titans. I mean, just look at how much RobStar fluff there is! Oh, and the complete lack of any RaeMal, RaeRed, and/or RaeRob moments is another dead give away. Not to mention the Teen Titans movie that was clearly the work of a RaeRob shipper. rolls eyes again It's called a brain, people. Get one.

Randomness. Yeah. I'm just cool like that.

"Oh, friends are just enemies who don't have enough guts to kill you." - Judy Tenuta

Chapter Four- the tragic end of my period of evilness. Oh, and I might throw something else in here, just to make it a little more interesting. But no one guessed what would happen. I'm kinda disappointed, but happy too.

Flash was there immediately. "What's wrong, Jenny?"

"Just look." Jinx pointed to Raven's bed, where she was levitating, her bruises, cuts, and all other wounds disappearing in a wave of white that encompassed her entire body.

"She's…"

"Yeah. She is."

The white aura surrounding her gently let her down onto the bed once more. Upon her landing, Raven groaned.

"Gods, I'm so freaking sore… And would you please stop staring at me like I'm a ghost or something?" she snapped as she ripped out her IVs. Raven sat up, and got off the bed.

"I am going to my room for some much needed meditation. Do not disturb me," she ordered.

All Flash and Jinx could do was nod dumbly.

"Good." And with that, she marched out of the room.

Snapping out of her stupor, Jinx remembered why she was even there in the first place.

Jinx dragged Flash into Red X's room and picked up his tray.

"So what was with the flashy white light?" he asked, seemingly nonchalant.

"A friend was getting better."

"Really? Which friend? Wouldn't happen to be Raven, would it?"

Jinx gave him a stern look. "Who said Raven was even ill?"

"Not sick, just some how incapacitated, probably a coma. And the British chick mentioned something."

"Whenever I see Arissa next, her mouth is as good as gone."

Red X pretended to pout. "Aw… But then where will I get my gossip?"

Flash glared at him. "You won't."

"Such a shame."

Jinx rolled her eyes. "Well-" Her communicator went off, as did Flash's. She grabbed his tray and left the room quickly, Flash close behind. They went to the common room, stopping only to drop off the tray.

She opened the video link, and saw Cyborg. "Hey Vic. How's it going in Gotham?"

"The 'questionings' are hell. They're more like interrogations. The Doom Patrol came today too, so they're 'helping' out."

"Oh, sorry to hear that. They want me and Wally there tomorrow so they can 'talk' to us about what happened."

"Poor you. Anyway, can you check on Raven? I suddenly lost track of her vitals. It's like she disappeared."

"No, she just healed herself."

"Oh, is that- SAY WHAT?"
Jinx giggled and Wally chuckled.

"I healed myself. Going deaf already, Vic?"

"Rae! You're awake!"

"No, I'm just sleep walking my way around the Tower."

However, Cyborg wasn't paying attention. He was too busy telling the other Titan's to be bothered with such a minor function like that.

Soon, all the Titans were visible on the screen, even Jericho, who was in a wheelchair, and Speedy, who was on crutches. They immediately began bombarding her with questions, concerns, and random things. Raven did the best she could, even holding a conversation in sign language with Jericho while she 'chatted' with Starfire and Bumble Bee.

However, this all was cut short when Bruce Wayne came into the room.

"Mr. Wayne, or should I call you Batman?" Raven asked, her tone that of frosty politeness.

"Mr. Wayne is fine for the moment. I'm sure you're aware of the questionings by now. You, Walter, and Jennifer are due here tomorrow morning at exactly o' nine hundred hours. Failure to comply will result in a house call from the Justice League."

"Oh joy," Raven muttered sarcastically. "What a pleasant way to spend my first full day after waking up from a coma."

Bruce gave her a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It is, isn't it?"

Raven rolled her eyes, and instead of being terrified, as Nightwing would've been in her position, she cut the connection. "Gods, what a pain in the ass! He's a billionaire. Surely he has better things to do with his time."

"No, I'm pretty sure he doesn't," Flash said.

"Obviously."

"It's good to have you back, Raven. We missed you a lot."

Raven's expression softened. "Thanks."

Jinx beamed. "You're welcome! Oh, and you need to check Red X. Arissa mentioned that still had some head trauma, which caused minor amnesia. He doesn't remember the battle at all. Think you could check that out?"

She sighed dramatically. "If I must."

"He's in the single room. He also has a gash in his leg, so you might want to heal that."

Raven phased through the floor, ignoring anything else Jinx had to say. She strode briskly into Red X's room, her no-nonsense air already working on Red X.

"You have a gash in your leg, correct?"

"Yeah…"

"Which leg?"

"The left."

"May I see it?"

"What're you going to do to it?" he asked suspiciously, not trusting Raven.

"Heal it. Unless, of course, you want don't want to walk normally for the rest of your life. Then I'm just here to check out your thick skull to see what kind of damage is there."

Red X gestured to his leg. "Heal away."

Raven rolled her eyes and pulled away the covers. She placed her hands on his knee, and concentrated. A soft blue light pulsated from her hands, and Red X could see the cut in his leg closing up, leaving the skin as if there never was a wound.

"Nice work, Sunshine," Red X muttered, looking over his leg.

"Now for your head…"

She took leaned forward, and in one smooth motion pulled off his mask. Red X let out a strangled cry of surprise.

"How do you expect me to see your scalp through the mask? Besides, it's not like I don't know who you are."

"You read Britain's reports, didn't you?"

"Naturally. I must admit, you don't seem very angelic to me. Must've been wishful thinking on your parent's part."

"That's why I go by my middle name."

"Mhm," Raven mumbled as she pulled his head forward, pushing his light brown hair way to examine the base of his skull. "I see the problem. You got hit just above the base of your skull, probably with a piece of shrapnel. It evidently has caused acute memory loss."

"Great. Can you get my memories back?"

Raven bit her lip. "Technically…"

"But?"

"It's a very painful process. Are you sure you want to do it?"

"Yes."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," she warned as she placed her hand on his head. He heard her say, "Commemini," and then his world was black and he was falling.

Flashback$flashback$flashback$flashback$flashback (really hope you've gotten the idea by now)

They had finally gotten him to an abandoned warehouse, after chasing him all over the city, when he suddenly disappeared again, leaving only hundreds of Slade-bots to mark that he was ever there. The Titans tore into them, brutally dismembering the robots.

"I'm in the center of the city, Titans. Hurry up…"
He taunted them from the screen, always a step a head of them. But not tonight. It would end tonight, and all anyone could do was pray that the Titans won.

They set out again, running to the giant statue of a globe that marked the exact center of Jump City. They found him there, perched upon the globe as he would on the world if they did not stop him.

Nightwing grit his teeth. "Your reign of terror ends now, Slade."

"Ah, but I've only just begun, Robin." He chuckled. It was not a nice sound. It was metallic, cold, and spoke of sin in great volumes.

"Titans, GO!"

The group launched forward, each launching an attack. When the smoke cleared, however, Slade still stood there as though nothing had happened. "Hm… Nice try, Titans, but no where near good enough. Although, I suppose if I was actually alive, I'd be dead…"

The Titan's eyes widened as the power of Slade's words hit them. However, before they could do anything about it, he lashed out at them, capturing a hovering Starfire in a long, fiery tendril of power.

Mas y Menos gasped. "Senorita Starfire!" They joined hands and went running toward Slade. But before they could reach him, he sent out two more bits of power, slashing the twins across the stomach.

They froze, and looked down in horror at their abdomens. Then, the screams started. The look on their faces was pure agony as the hydrochloric acid from their stomachs spread over their bodies, eventually reaching the heart and lungs, killing them from the inside out.

Titans East looked Slade with revulsion.

"YOU BASTARD!" Arsenal yelled. "They were only twelve!"

Bumble Bee had tears streaming down her face and Aqualad seemed frozen.

The group could all sense maniacal gleam that lit his eyes grow brighter and the leer that they knew was behind the mask. "And the youngest fall first. Two down, seventeen to go."

It was then they could see his true purpose. Assuredly, he could've killed them easily, cornering them and taking them out one by one. But no, that wasn't the point. He wanted the world to see them, their cold, mutilated bodies, and know that it would be useless to even attempt going against him.

"Titans! Regroup!" Nightwing shouted.

All, save for Starfire, who was still in being held in Slade's grip, moved back to where he was standing.

"We need to get Starfire out of there he does anything!"

Slade might've heard Nightwing, because he then said, "Think of how easy it would be for me to snap her neck, like a little twig. But then again, where's the fun and pain in that? Maybe I'll poke out her eyes first… You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?"

It could've been his twisted thoughts or stench from the already decomposing corpses of Mas y Menos that caused Kole to throw up at this moment, the one meal she had managed to swallow last night splattering all over the asphalt.

Jinx took one look at her, and sighed. "Leave it to me." Her eyes started glowing pink, and almost faster than light, a slash of pink energy flew out and sliced Slade's hold on Starfire, who was caught on a disc of Raven's power and brought to where the Titans were standing.

Slade was no longer as confident as he had seemed a moment ago, but that changed quickly as he snarled and lashed out to grab another hostage.

The Titans scattered, but Jericho wasn't fast enough.

"You're going to get exactly what a traitor like you deserves," Slade hissed. He grabbed one of Jericho's legs and bent it like it was nothing more than a blade of grass. His mouth opened it what would've been a shriek of pain, had his vocal chords worked.

"Hm… You like that? Well, try this." He snapped Jericho's other leg, and his mouth opened again in a silent scream.

"Get away from my teammate!" Raven yelled as she slammed into Slade, making him drop Jericho while simultaneously pushing him off the globe. Argent created a pair of long arms with her powers and caught Jericho before he could hit the ground.

"Aw… Does the little Raven want to play?" Slade sneered. "If that's the case, then I have a few toys that might do the trick…"

Slade-bots began flooding the square, along with some strange machinery that Raven had never seen before. Slade jumped to the top of an eight story building, and she pointedly ignored the robots around her and followed.

As she was nearing the top, Slade tsked. "Uh-uh, little Raven. You might get hurt." He sent a large blast of energy at her quickly, and it knocked her unconscious.

She started falling. The other Titans were too being held back by the robots, and they couldn't get to her. Just as she was about to hit the hard asphalt, a figure stepped out of the alley and caught her.

"Falling for me already, Sunshine?"

Um… Yeah. Hate me if you want to, but I had major writer's block on this. Oh, and I decided to put Argent and Jericho together. Do you think I should change the rating on this? I might have to bump it up for gore. Oh well. Review with your thoughts. I'll probably finish the flashback next chapter, so don't worry.

Final Randomness- "There's nothing in the middle of the road but a yellow stripe and dead armadillos." - Jim Hightower, Texas Agricultural Commissioner

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