AN) *Awkwardly sliding onstage* H-Hey fanfam! Sorry, but I've lost my motivation. My anxiety is getting worse, and so I'm always tired so I just go home and watch TV or nap. So you could say I've been running around in Gotham with Fish Mooney, Bruce, Selina and Alfred? Schools almost out! Three more weeks! I've also got the medicine I wanted! Accutane? It's for acne and it's really serious stuff. So far it's working! There are side effects though, dry skin, chapped lips, suicidal thoughts? That last one's scary. But I've never really had those, much. But please pray. I don't plan on that, because I have to finish this story for you amazing people, as well as Hamilband and Arrow is the Minus Sign, and actually watch Arrow and Flash, and tell more great stories to you! Well, do you have your ticket for a story ride! You do? Great? Hop in, buckle up, and keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times because here we go!

Richard growled, twisting against the straps that held him to the chair. He wanted to get the heck out of there. Master was going to kill him for getting caught in the first place. Drugged? Really? Usually he was the one behind the needle. The fact that he had a chance to escape and had botched it was killing him. He could be long gone if he hadn't run into those stupid heroes in their living room he would've been fine. Or if he had been able to get away from the Martian, clone and Atlantian.

His eyes perked up at the scrapping sound. A Bat. Wonderful

"Hello, Richard." Richard sneered, Batman drawing closer.

"Batman." He nodded, it had been a long time since he had come face to face with one of the Bats. Even longer since he had heard anything from Gotham, last piece of news he bothered to care about was the death of one of Bruce Wayne's sons. He couldn't remember which one, and didn't really care to think about it. There was too much death already in his life to worry about some rich kid who was drunk coming home from a party. "What are you doing?" Richard snapped, drawing his hand away the best he could with the restraints.

"Moving you. Interrogations over."

"Finally come to your senses and realizing me?" He smirked. "About bloody time."

"No, Richard." Batman almost sounded annoyed, good. He liked to annoy people. Certain people that is. "We're moving you to a holding cell."

"What, like a criminal?"

The man paused, latching the cuff onto Richard's now free wrists. "To be fair, as of now you are."

"I was just doing my job."

"Killing's not a job, Richard. It's a crime."

"Those people deserved it!" He shouted, trying to stay seated as Batman pulled him to his feet.

"Terry McGinnis?" The Bat snarled, angrier than normal.

Richard paused, trying to think if he could remember anything bad about McGinnis or the company he represented. Wayne Enterprises had an unusually clean slate these past few years. "Some of those people didn't then. But most of them did."

"No one deserves to die." Richard scoffed at his words, dragging his feet as Batman moved him out to the hall to wherever they were going to hold him.

"Whatever." Goody-two-shoes wouldn't understand it, not that the Bats really were, but Batman was so set in his morals that he refused to see an easier, better option.

While the Bats and League would say that killing was wrong, went against the laws and stuff, it actually was the most practical way. By killing, the problem was solved permanently. No villain breaking out of jail to wreak havoc again. The people Dick would go after probably wouldn't even go to jail. He was killing yes, but he wasn't about to kill innocent civilians. He killed those who deserved it and he saved the people the bad guys would kill. Sometimes killing was the best option, it was a truth he was learned. A truth his master had shown him.

It had been quiet for a few minutes, the Bat's grip had lessened on his arm. Time for the plan. Richard brought his legs up quickly, hitting the detective squarely in the chest, catching him off guard. He sprung out, bouncing off the wall and twisting his arms free of the cuffs. At least one of them. As Batman regained Richard took off sprinting, heading God only knew where.

"Richard!" He heard his name being called from behind him.

"So long chump!" He cackled, debating whether leaving his cuff one was a good idea. He could use it as a club and beat people down. Well the non-invincible ones at least.

He cursed under his breath, lights flashing red. Batman must've triggered some sort of alarm so people would be out to get him. What happened to a fair hunt? He could already hear voices.

"Stop!" He skidded, the junior squad running in front of him. Three guys he'd never seen before, one blonde chick, and the fanboy—Bart, he thought—from before. It was Bart who had yelled. "Stop running and let us help you!"

He whipped around to flee the way he came. He could probably take them, but he wasn't sure what powers, if any, that they had, nor did he know their skills. It wasn't really a smart idea to fight people who outnumbered you, and he wanted to keep his chance of escape as long as he could thank you very much.

And the other way was blocked too by the senior squad. Could these people stop messing with his escape attempts? He was trapped, this called for a hostage situation. Without thinking he lashed out and grabbed the skinniest looking kid there was and held his neck at a funny angle.

It seemed like time froze around him. There were faces which held equal parts horror, panic and anger.

"Nobody move or I snap his neck!"

Breakline

Hal smiled into the review mirror, looking at his daughter's excited face. She was bouncing around, contentedly watching the Disney movie they had placed in the player for her.

Hal had taken the day off. So had Carol, but he had also left everything behind. His phone, his League comm link, ad his ring.

"I think the world will be okay without me for a day." He smiled, Christi jumping happily. "Besides," he grinned sheepishly at Carol, "I need to spend some time with my family."

He seemed to be out of the doghouse. Hal really meant it, he loved Dick a lot, but…the probability of Dick coming back was very low. Not that he was giving up hope, but he didn't want to damage the relationships he had with others in his search.

"How much longer to Disneyland?" Christi asked.

"It's going to be a little ways honey." Carol smiled at her. "We're going to stay overnight so we have all of tomorrow."

"You excited princess?"

"Yes!" She cheered. "This is the best birthday ever!"

Hal laughed. A couple days off would be great, besides…what could happen in two days?

Breakline

Richard wasn't moving. The kid squirmed slightly in his arms, not trying to break free exactly but he obviously wasn't too thrilled about the situation.

"Dick, stop!" Bart was drawing closer, he looked desperate, eyes wide in panic. "We can't help you if you threaten to kill us."

"Stay away." He hissed tightening his grip. The kid squirming again.

"Sis…" It came out like a gasp, and Richard felt the tickle in his mind again.

"Knock me out and he goes down with me."

The Martian looked guilty and the tickle went away. They were at a standstill now. No one wanted to step up, for fear of the kid dying, and Richard didn't really want to kill him. Besides, if he killed the kid the heroes would pounce and be even more ticked. Killing was his last resort. But the heroes didn't know that, they thought he was a heartless assassin, but truth be told he had a heart only not a lot of people tried to look for it.

What was he going to do with the kid? Drag him along to freedom? Richard wasn't sure. He couldn't exactly let the kid go, cause the heroes would be right on his tail, but he couldn't exactly take him to a safe house. This was why Master said no hostages. Richard cursed mentally, now he really was stuck.

There was a tension on his arm, one that hurt. He yelped, trying to pull away from it. The kid had bit him!

"You bit me!" The kid was free, and the Martian was holding him. "You bloody bit me!"

"You were gonna kill me!" The boy shouted back, Richard blinking. For the first time he noticed his skin was green.

"These people are bonkers." Richard stared for a second longer than he was supposed to, and received a blow to the knee.

"Hail Hydra!" He shouted, swinging wildly at whoever had kicked him. His fist connected sloppily with a jaw, the jaw's owner grunting and head butting him. Richard swore he felt horns of some sort. It seemed all fury was unleashed there. More people joining the fray. Voices shouting for it all to be over.

"Guys, knock it off! Grayson!"

"That's enough, La'gaan!"

Richard despised dishonorable fights. Street fighting wasn't his thing. He was used to planning attacks, formal strikes and a discipline behind every action. That's what he was faced with during training and how he responded on mission. He normally didn't face disciplined fighters, but he almost always had a jump on them and therefore he dictated he dance. Which is why when faced with dirty fighting, or in this case a beat down, he thrashed around like a caged animal.

He came face to face with angry eyes, freaking red eyes! This face too was strangely green, and definitely had horn like thingies.

"Sod off, bloke." He snarled, wiping the liquid off his upper lip. Huh, it was blood, guess he had a bloody nose.

The green dude snarled, drawing back a fist to punch him. Things had calmed down, Richard moving to block the blow. But it didn't come, Richard blinked, Bart was doubled over clutching at his face.

"I'm sorry." Greenie sounded really concerned.

"Ow!" He shouted. "I think it's broken!"

Richard froze, staring at Bart with blood running down his face, Greenie panicking considerably.

"You have super speed you could've moved!"

"I don't have super thinking smart butt!" Bart countered, tipping his head back to stop the blood.

"Don't." Richard hadn't expected the word to come out. Bart looked toward him, something akin to happiness in his eyes. Greenie glaring. "You'll gag on the blood." He moved the kid's head forward slightly. "Pinch your nose that should stop it."

Bart smiled, his friend hissing "Assassin."

Richard all but rolled his eyes. That seemed to be the fall back insult for these guys. A firm hand was latched around his arm, the clone scowling as he guided Richard away.

"Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?" He all but sighed, the hairs on Richard's neck standing up.

"Why do you have to make things difficult, boy?"

"I killed him, didn't I?"

"Yes, you killed him. But correctly? No."

"Hobby?" He shrugged, trying to mask the obvious painful flashback. But he figure the clone had heard his heart rate increase.

Breakline

The holding cell wasn't too bad, he had definitely seen worse. One time Master was so ticked at him he locked Richard in the lair overnight. For a few days. Richard was almost certain that his master had forgotten about him, but the man was too mad for that.

It was a solid gray, so not a white room thank goodness, but not exactly chipper either. There was a cot, with folded bedding resting on it.

"Wow a pillow." He said, grabbing the pillow and fluffing it. "I don't always get pillows, you know." He threw over his shoulder to the Leaguer he knew entered the room. Who it was he didn't know. "Oh, Canary." He wasn't her biggest fan, psychological questions were his least favorite in the world. And she had a habit of asking them. "Another interrogation?"

"No, I just have one question." She paused, as if waiting for him to protest. He just planned to not answer if he didn't want to. "Why did you help Impulse?"

"Bart?" She nodded. Richard didn't know exactly why himself. "Well, I felt kind of bad." Canary looked surprised, Richard sneered. "What? Don't think assassins can have manners? The kid did take a hit for me. I'm not too used to that, to be honest. You don't exactly stop your enemy from getting beat up. Not even Master takes a hit for me. If I get hit it's my fault. When he took one for me, I at least owed him some advice."

Canary nodded, seeming like she was trying to digest what he had said. "That makes sense. Richard, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

She allowed the door to open, Richard debating making a break for it, but the woman in the door stopped him.

She was tall, a long lavender cloak hiding her face and body. When the hood dropped a pale gray skin was exposed, along with a reddish jewel in the center of her forehead. Her hair was purple as well, Richard noticing the theme, and rather short. Her eyes, purple, obviously, were very hard to read. Her emotions seemed to be hidden well. That was no fun, Richard liked to read new people.

"This is Raven." Canary explained. "She and her team are independent from the League, if you don't feel you can trust anyone to tell you the truth, trust them."

Richard looked the girl over again, trying to really read her. While Black Canary didn't seem to be lying, he couldn't exactly trust her. Raven, as hard as she was to read, didn't seem to be a liar either.

AN) This was pretty hard to write with my stuffy nose, but I got it done! Teen Titans yay! I hope you enjoyed. Please depart the ride in an orderly fashion, leave a comment down below and wait for another story-ride to update or this story ride to expand! Thank you, and have a fantastic day at Cedar Point: America's rocking' rollercoaster! (I've been there so often I have it memorized!) Have a great day fanfam!