Harold Altman died at 3:37 AM that night, finally succumbing to his terrible injuries without ever waking up. Cyborg watched the monitors slow and stop without expression. He shut them down and covered Harold's face with the sheet, his expression never changing. They had given up on the two person watch schedule so he was not only alone, he should have been resting. He hadn't been able to. After briefly informing Batman on the comm, he stood over the table and it's grim contents without moving for a long time. Almost against his will, he turned and looked at Harley. She should have still been sedated but somehow, her eyes were open, looking groggy and drugged but aware. She was smiling with horrid malice and glee, her eyes on his, and spoke in a honey sweet voice, "Semper Fi, do or die."

He didn't say a word to her as he calmly refilled her sedative. His face didn't change at all, his movements were crisp, measured and correct. Something in his manner persuaded him not to speak again. Truth be told, it was the first thing any of the Titans had done that had frightened her at all. Then he went to bed.

Gar was awakened by Rae's elbow smacking him soundly and squarely on the nose. He recoiled and reflexively caught her other hand as it flew blindly at his face. She was flailing in her sleep, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He grabbed her and restrained her arms and pulling her back to his chest, which produced a single yell and wave of swirling black that threw nearly everything in their room around. She stared, bug eyes indicating her terror, for a moment before realizing she had been dreaming and taking a few calming breaths. "You're fine," he said soothingly. "You're fine..."

She twisted away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed, elbows on her knees and head in her hands. He stroked the bare skin of her back. It was an image that would stay with Gar for a long time. Her unselfconscious nudity, the bleakness of her posture, and empty expression made her look more vulnerable then he had ever seen and it nearly broke him. He wanted to say something, to tell her anything that might help but he just couldn't think of a damn thing so he stroked her back gently and stayed quiet.

After a few minutes she shuddered and turned to look at him. She immediately reached for his face. "You're bleeding," she said hoarsely.

"You got me with your elbow," he replied. "No big deal."

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice becoming more normal.

"Nothing to be sorry for," he replied. She went to their adjoining bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. After washing off what blood there was, she gave it to him and he held it to his nose to stop the bleeding. She still sat on the edge of the bad. "Want to talk about it?" She shook her head almost violently. "OK. Want to come back to bed?"

"Can you just leave me alone for a second please?" she snapped and made a nearly spastic quelling gesture with her hand. "Just let me have a damn minute."

"Sure," he said, moving away from her.

Rae sat there for several minutes, went to the bathroom again, and then returned to lie down. Even though he made no move towards her and didn't even begin to speak she snapped again, "Let's just go to sleep." He rolled over without responding. Sometimes this was what being with Raven was like.

Starfire was deeply asleep when Rob entered their room. When Batman had gotten word of Altman's death, they had agreed to hang it up for the night and get a few hours rest before hitting it again. He could, of course, move with near absolute silence and got undressed and in bed with no noise at all. It was when he actually lay down and the bed inevitably shifted that she woke up. "My love," she said sleepily, "has something happened?"

"Altman died about a half hour ago. I need to sleep," he said tersely.

"Then we have learned nothing?" she asked. He shook his head and fell prone next to her. "Do you need your..." Star had begun to ask if he wanted his pill but he was asleep as soon as he stopped moving. After briefly considering, she got up. Robin never stirred. She hovered silently from the room and went to the infirmary. Harley was out again. The still, covered form on the other bed made tears start in her eyes. Star pulled the sheet down and looked at the ravaged face. She lay her hand on his forehead in what a human would call benediction. Haltingly, she spoke in her native tongue, "Sleep in peace and healing, Warrior who lost his way. Battle and pain are for us, the living."

Batman entered the spare room he had been told to use and was just able to remove his cowl and cape before he was unconscious.

A notification from Robin went out to everyone in the tower at about 11:00 AM that a lunch meeting would be held to discuss what could be done. In their room Gar took the message, vainly hoping that he had gotten to it in time for Rae to sleep through it. He failed and she groaned and rolled towards him as he read the text. "Lunch meeting," he said. She nodded sullenly. "I'm showering," he said getting up.

"Gar?" she said. He turned. "I'm sorry for the way I acted after I hit you." She shook her head and looked rueful. "I'm also sorry I hit you."

"Nothing to apologize for," he said.

"No, I'm being serious. You were trying to help and I was…" she trailed off and shook her head. "I had a bad case of being me."

"You did." He made a circular gesture with one finger meant to encompass both of them "But you have to remember that you being you is part of why this works." She smiled at him. "Anyway, lunch meeting at noon. I'm showering."

At noon exactly, Rae and gar came down the stairs to see that their was a truly enormous amount of take out food piled on the table and that they were the last to arrive. In spite of everything, Gar perked up at the smell. "Dude! Greek food!" He pilled up a truly impressive amount of feta salad, hummus and falafel and laid to with a will. No one at that table was skimping but his effort was impressive.

"Thank you all for your promptness," Batman said. "As you all know, any information Mr. Altman had is no longer available. The clown has been laying low as far as we can tell. Robin and I managed to intercept one shipment of explosives but we have almost nothing else."

"Almost?" Cyborg cut in.

"Nothing else," Batman corrected himself. "Additionally, I can't stay here forever. With word getting out that I'm not in Gotham, Barbara has more then she can deal with." That caused a silent stir to pass through everyone except Robin.

"When are you leaving?" Starfire asked.

"Not quite yet," he replied. "I do have a sort of… a request to make." He turned to where Rae and Gar were sitting. Almost comically, she had a soda can to her lips and he was poised with a falafel halfway to his mouth. Both froze. "If Changeling and Raven would agree to go to Gotham and assist her, I think it may be helpful here."

They both put down their respective consumable and looked at each other. For once, Gar took the lead. "Why?"

"If you recall, there was some speculation that the two of you were the target. It may lead him to take some action that will help us find him, such as following you back. If we were there, I would have an easier time finding him. He falls into… patterns."

"What if we took Harley with us?" Raven suggested. "That might encourage him to head back."

"And remove an annoyance we're dealing with here," Robin said. Batman nodded agreement.

Rae and Gar looked at each other in the way couples do, seeking approval before either speaks for both. It made everyone at the table smile a little, except of course Batman. Gar shrugged and said, "OK. Road Trip."