Thanks for the reviews. I thought that this fic (being my first romance and all) wouldn't be the best and I would have a hand full of flames but so fare so good. Just to let you know that the reason the blast to the pasts are so short is one, not many of you will probably like them and two, it builds suspense. If you dont want to read them then thats fine at the moment but soon it will be advised but I'll let you know when.

Date: - Just over four years after the Titans fought Last-Dance.

Time: - 06:12

Whereabouts: - Jump City, Titan Tower, main room.

Raven was sat in the main room researching on a laptop that was sat on a desk. She was now 18 but not much to her style had changed about her. Her body was more developed and her hair was slightly longer, she had also grown half a foot or so but that was all.

Raven was working hard, looking up research on a cult that went by, 'The Devil's Hand'. Four days ago, the Titans had been called out when a group of monk like men had been spotted breaking into Jump Cities Old History Museum. They had quickly taken down the four cloaked wearing freaks, but Raven had felt like they were there for a much larger reason than just trying to steal a few artefacts for money. The Titans had only just found out the name of the monks and that they we're a cult so strait away she set to work. Nothing came up for a while till she found herself taken to a .co.uk website. Raven read the information in her head as she gazed at the screen.

'…A selected few that go by the name of The Devil's Hand cult, have dedicated their life's to be the ones who bring back the Devil himself. Last time they we're arrested was when they we're found mere seconds from sacrificing a small teen boy who went by the name of Will Herington, the third child in the last 4 years to be kidnapped. The police didn't get there till later, but CCTV cameras picked up that it was the mysterious masked crime fighter, Last-Dance who…'

"Last-Dance!" Raven said out loud in shock. That was the last name she expected to find. "Crime fighter?"

Raven stared at the screen in complete silence before then typing in 'Last-Dance, England' on the search bar. Suddenly, information leading to a British crime fighter came up. Photos, paintings and information leading all the way back to the late 19th century. Raven looked at one of the photos taken back in 1907. He was on top of a fence with his cane drawn towards his stomach in defence. Although thier was simulates, a lot seemed different from the man she remembered four years ago. His top hat looked slightly larger and his tux was a lot more oldy style in the photo. Also, the bottom half of his face looked more rugged and his hair was short and either black or brown in this photo. It was hard to tell as it was black and white. The Last-Dance she remembers had long white hair.

"Well, if he is this old, I'm not surprised his hairs turned white," Raven found herself saying out loud as she examined the photo closely. She then turned her sights to the information attached.

'Last-Dance, 1907. One year before his mysterious disappearance.'

"Hm, disappearance," She said searching for more information.

'Was killed in battle fighting the legionary, blood thirsty French executioner who had a taste for murder. He went on to having a murderous rampage killing 14 people before Last-Dance finally stopped him. Witnesses say they saw the two fighting in Paris before the Executioner slammed his axe into Last-Dance's side and then both plummeted off into the canel. Police fished the body of the executioner out of the waters but Last-Dance's was never found.'

She carried on through some more information until she found a group of photo's taken in the middle of the First World War. Some of the photos were with solders but most were at balls and dances. She read the information out that was taken from a newspapers in 1915.

'Last-Dance returns! Last-Dance, the hero of 1888 to 1908, has made a new name of himself as the War Hero. He was spotted attacking a group of German solders who had sneaked into Belgium grounds in an attempt to ambush British and French soldiers. Authorities are bewildered at the hero's sudden appearance after over seven years of him to be assumed dead.'

There were more newspaper articles of him saving solders, children and dancing at balls. Raven suddenly stopped at one article.

'Last-Dance, dead, 1917. Last-Dance was seen by a full section of French foot solders in German grounds. One solder says "the Germans over ran them with soldiers and tanks before Last-Dance just leaped from no where and stopped them. He took several bullets but still stood and then charged at the Germans as we opened fire for support. A grenade was thrown and we all stopped our fire. When the smoke cleared and all noise stopped, we saw Last-Dance on the floor, blood poring all over his body. Sgt O'Brien went to check for a pulse but there was none. Next thing we new, there were more German's running at us and so we retreated back only to find Last-Dance's body gone when we got back." War marshals say that the German's may have taken the brave hero's body back as a trophy but they would do all in there power to get him back and giving him a proper burial.'

Raven looked up. If he died, then how is he back? This is all too strange. She tapped a few more keys and found the dates 1939 - 1951. It was on a more recent post website.

'"… And as for Last-Dance, what is that all about? I thought he died in the First World War, but it says that in 1939 he returns and helps fight the second war in England, stopping the Germans and the rest of them from bombing civilians? From, 'needing help with my homework'." "Dear needing help with my homework, isn't it obvious? Last-Dance is a ghost. He pops up in England's most needed times to take care of business. He began in the Jack the Ripper time so he could get rid of him, then again to stop the French executioner and then again in Ww1 and 2. Then, when he's all done and finished, he just vanishes till he's needed again. I hear he's been spotted again though, saving a few kids from some cult. Wonder if this will go down in the history books too. From, 'the all seeing eye'."'

"These guys are freaks," Raven said looking at the posts for a while longer before switching off. "Well, I need to find out about this Devil Cult, and since Last-Dance has taken them dawn before, maybe he can help," Raven thought aloud before then thinking back to four years ago. "I can also get some other answers too while I'm at It," she though before switching of the main computer and making her way to her bedroom.

The next morning, Raven sat at the kitchen table and waited for her leader's arrival. He always woke up earlier than the rest of the team but later than her. He was a man of routine. He would make his way to the kitchen, grab some breakfast and a bottle of water then go down to the gym for an hour before the rest of the team would even awake. She quickly stopped him this morning though and pointed to a pile of papers on the table. He raised an eyebrow before sitting down to look at them.

"Last-Dance?" Robin asked, finding the name familiar.

"He's the break-in we had four years ago when we first formed the Titans, In that old warehouse. The one who kicked our asses then left without a word," Raven said, taking a sip of her tea.

"But, it says here that he's a hero," Robin said looking at a sheet with a photo on.

"It also says that he fought the Devil's Hand Cult. We could use his help," Raven said looking at Robin with an emotionless look.

"Yeah, and on top of that, it says that he's all the way in England in some place called... Barkstone?" Robin pointed out reading from a sheet. "There's no way the team can go all the way to England just to find this guy who knows something about a cult that was easily took down."

"They may have been weak, but I think they were here for a reason. They were looking for something in particular and the fact that they travelled all the way to American think kind of proves that," Raven said as she leaned towards Robin. "I know this sounds stupid but I can't get them out of my head. I feel like I've met them before or have heard of them from somewhere I... I don't know."

"Are you sure your not just over thinking this?" Robin asked still looking at the pages.

"Do I usally over think things like this?" she asked as Robin gave her a look. "Look, there are such artefacts even on Earth that can bring back powerful creatures. My farther for one," she said as Robin looked at her wide eyed.

"But we stopped him!" Robin said to the point.

"Yes, but Demons don't work like us," Raven said looking a little worried now. "You stop a demon in this world, he'll only return to his own till he's again summond. If this cult have the right materials and knowledge..." She said looking serious. "These guys can prove to be extremely dangerous if they do know what their doing," Raven added.

Robin looked at Raven as she leaned back in her seat and began to drink again, not taking her eyes of the boy wonder. He began to think for a while before speaking back to her.

"I see your point but we can't risk Jump Cities well being to go look for this guy all the way in England who might be able to help us with some guys who might be more dangerous than we suspect are," Robin said simply as he put the papers back on the table.

"So I'll go alone," Raven shrugged. "With my teleportation powers, I could be there and back again in a few days if I find him quick enough," she said as Robin fell silent in thought. "The rest of this teem is more than capable to keep the city safe without me."

"Okay," he finally said after a long pause, standing up. "If you think you're up to it but, if you do find this Last-Dance guy, be careful," Robin said, eyeing her in suspicion. "I remember that guy beating up pretty hard so he'll either be a powerful allie..." he started.

"Or a deadly enemie," Raven nodded. "I know."

"Okay then, you have three days, max," he finished before leaving to the gym.

Raven instantly finished her tea before making her way to her room and getting ready for the trip. Not really taking much, she grabbed a small bag and a bit of UK money. Then, sitting crossed legged on the floor, she began to chant. England was a lot thuther than she usually teleported so this was going to need a lot of power. After five minutes of chanting, a black flame slowly formed at the front of Raven but her eyes stayed shut. She carried on the chant as the flame sparked higher and higher until it was almost high enough to touch the ceiling and then, burst apart and circled her. Both halfs of the flames ran round her like a dance until they began to grow longer in size and soon, they totally encircled her and Raven was seen no more. The flames soon disappeared to revile that so had Raven. All that remained now was an empty, dark bedroom.