A/N: Whew! It's finale time! Sometimes I dread these chapters because it means I'm ending things, but I'm 100 percent sure I'm having a sequel, so things are okay. So get ready for an edge of your seat action chapter! I'll try not to disappoint. This chapter is long so enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the Teen Titans or Slade. I sure wished I did, though.

Chapter 19

Robin came at the kid who had dropped from the sky with his Bo Staff raised high over his head and a fierce battle yell. Sweat pored down his forehead from the past few minutes of so much work. His team had been going at this kid for more than ten minutes now, but with not luck. They hadn't even come close to touching him!

Before the kid could knock Robin down or out of the way with a massive wind current, the superhero jumped into the air, ready to whack the lights out of the other teen from above. As if he predicted the move, the teen pushed both his palms into the air above his head. All his fluent motions were him bending and twisting air and their currents to his very will.

"Starfire, now!" Robin yelled. His gut gave a small twist as air blasted strongly against his body. Soon he was flying the opposite direction. He flung his arm back and threw his Staff with a loud grunt of exertion down at the kid.

The kid didn't expect the throw and got clocked on the head with the butt of the Staff. He gave a sharp yell with a wince. He looked up at Robin with one of the meanest glares the leader had ever seen. It only made Robin grin to have been the first to hurt him. The spoiled kid needed a beating.

By now Robin was hundreds of feet above the earth. He could see the whole fight scene below him. He looked to his right as he began to plummet back to the ground. Starfire flew straight toward him and grabbed his wrists as he did hers.

He gave her a sharp nod of permission and tried to ready his stomach for the next move. Starfire blasted downward with Robin still hanging tightly to her. The kid glanced up at them with an annoyed frown coming to his features. He pushed his hands up at them. Robin tightened his hold on Starfire's wrists as an incredible blast of wind threatened to tear them apart.

With a loud battle yell, Starfire's eyes flashed their brilliant green. Two laser beams burst from her eyes, aimed at the kid blowing a mini hurricane at them. The kid's eyes narrowed in anger as he jumped out of the way of the deadly beams. That meant he had to stop his blowing for a second, which was plenty of time for Robin.

Starfire flew straight at the teen. She flung Robin down before quickly retreating back to the skies. Robin landed next to the kid but right away got out of his crouch and sprinted away from him, which only sent confusion toward the kid. The perplexed teen watched the superhero leave before he finally got his answer. When the kid was busy fending off Starfire and Robin, Slade had planted a bomb close to where he stood.

From off to the side, Slade smiled smugly under his mask as he detonated his bomb. The boom was deafening as the bomb exploded. Smoke billowed from the sudden fire in the middle of the street. Before anything had cleared yet, Beast Boy and Cyborg rushed into the black clouds of smoke with intentions of taking the kid down.

"Something's wrong," Robin muttered as he ran up to Slade's side. He didn't once take his masked eyes off the smoke. "Cyborg isn't shooting and the kid isn't attacking either."

"Hmm," Slade thought out loud. He observed the mass of smoke for a second more. "He's not there," he concluded. "The little brat saw it at the last second. But now he's angry. It will be harder to get to him now."

"Thanks for the pep talk," Robin said sarcastically.

"So that's where Gene gets it," Slade said. Robin looked up at Slade with a raised questioning eyebrow. "And all this time I couldn't figure out where Gene got his sarcasm from. The boy could torture someone with the amount he has."

Robin smiled wryly but didn't say anything. Slade could be a sarcastic person himself at times, but it was funny how he was irritated by others who had some in them. Robin glanced over to his side to check on Raven and the others standing with her. They made eye contact, and he right away felt her tension. Something was wrong. He could see it in both hers and Gene's violet eyes.

Reluctantly, Robin averted his gaze away from Raven. If the kid wasn't where he used to be then he was hiding from them. Robin searched the street intently. Slade was already doing the same. The kid couldn't have gone too far.

Suddenly they heard a blood piercing scream. All eyes flew upward in the direction they heard it from. Robin gasped as he saw Starfire slam into a sky scrapper at tremendous speed. Glass shattered and rained down on the group of superheroes. The team watched in horror as Starfire plummeted to the ground like a limp doll.

Beast Boy acted fast. He sprung into the air while morphing into a pterodactyl. He beat his long, leathery wings and was soon rescuing his fallen comrade. Robin looked to the building across the sky scrapper that Starfire had hit and growled in anger. The kid was standing on the edge of the structure with a smug smirk on his lips. He was staring straight at Robin.

"Damn kid is just playing with us," Robin said under his breath. "We're like his practice dummies."

Slade was standing beside him and staring up at the kid as well. "Then you and your team better get serious," he said down to Robin. "You better hope that alien girl isn't dead."

Without a word, Robin got out his grappling hook and aimed it at the building the kid was on. Soon he was whizzing through the air. Seconds before he got to the end of his cord, he took out a bomb from his belt and stuck it onto the building. The superhero then pushed off the brick structure and shot his grappling hook at another as he plunged to the earth.

Second later, the place where the kid was standing blew up beneath his feet. The kid gave a sharp yell of surprise. He hadn't seen Robin place the bomb. He got over his worry quiet quickly and floated on a ball of air. As if to punish Robin, the kid twisted a current of air and threw it at the other teen as he drifted lazily to the ground again.

Robin clung onto his grappling hook as the current hit him suddenly. He was in midair when the kid had flung it his way. It took a while for the current to pass and for him to land on the roof of another building. He watched as Cyborg and Beast Boy tried their best to hit the guy. Multiple attacks at the same time weren't working anymore.

The trick to bringing this kid down was to get close. The hardest part was just getting a punch in. The kid knew exactly how to keep a distance from everyone, but he wasn't good when it came down to close combat. Robin knew the fight could be over if he or Slade got that close.

An idea came to him from out of the blue. Like many other times before, Robin went with it with absolute no hesitation. He had learned that random ideas in a battle were better off performed right away instead of thought upon.

The teen scrambled to his feet and sprinted to a higher roof top. Once he was there, he took out three smoke bombs from his belt. He flung them to the ground around the kid on the street below. As a thick cloud of gray smoke sprung up, Robin sharply threw a bird-a-rang into it. As he predicted, the gadget was pushed back by a small blast of wind. The teen jumped off the building while throwing another bird-a-rang and right after it an ice disk.

The bird-a-rang came back at him and almost cut the teen's cheek. The ice disk wasn't planned and hit the kid somewhere. Robin fell through the smoke and landed on the kid's shoulders. He brought the other teen down to the black cement, hard. At the last second, he pushed off the kid and did a flip in the air to land perfectly behind the fallen teen.

Robin took on no pity. Before the kid could get back to his feet, Robin grabbed the back of his jumpsuit and forced him up into the air and flung him over his head. He let the kid lay there and cough up blood as he stood over him with a dark glare.

"You're going to regret that move," the kid seethed up at Robin.

"I'm not here to play," Robin growled back. "You hit hard, my team and I hit hard back." He paused to let his words sink in. "Why are you here? If you are here for Gene, then go back to your people now, and you won't have to get your ass kicked."

The kid was on his hands and knees now. He coughed some more, and a trickle of blood splattered against the concrete. He then looked up at Robin with a loathing glare. "This is what happens when you make me mad," he snarled.

Before Robin could react, the kid got to his feet and drove both his palms at him. Robin gave a sharp yell of surprise as his body was thrust backwards at an incredible speed. He landed roughly on the street, yards away from the kid, and finally came to a stop after some harsh rolls. He didn't get back up.

The team that had surrounded the kid as he talked to Robin was all too shocked to react quickly enough. With a quick swipe of his hands, the kid had everyone except for Gene, his friends, and the two passed out Titans caught in a swirling tornado. The kid spun his hands around faster and managed to pick everyone up off the ground. Finally the kid shot his hands away and sent them all spinning in different directions that were blocks away from each other.

"What do we do?" Rose asked Gene in a squeaky voice that clearly displayed fear. She clung onto his arm like it was her only lifeline. Gene winced as her emotions pelted him. He had a great difficulty trying to keep his mind from collapsing from the fright he was feeling from her.

"You gotta fight him, Gene," Zach said to his friend. "Rose and I have no clue how to take this guy down."

"I…I'm in no condition!" Gene said as he backed away from the kid. "I suck at fighting, anyways. We'll just have to run!"

The kid turned to face Gene and his friends. He smirked when hearing Gene say this. He slowly started to walk toward the small group of teens. "Running will get your nowhere in life, Gene," he said hauntingly. "But I know you. You don't really want to run. You just want to right now because you don't want your stupid little friends to get hurt."

The competitive side of Gene stopped his backing away. He couldn't stand having this guy read his thoughts like this. The spoiled brat needed some bars of his pride to be knocked off. A great part of Gene wanted to go at it with this kid, but another protective part wanted to defend his friends. He had little chances of standing up against the other teen. Running from him would be safer for Zach and Rose.

"Here, let me fast forward a little for you," the sadistic teen said. He put his palms together in front of him, and then separated them in one fluent motion. Gene watched in horror as Zach and Rose were flung away from his sides. They crashed into the brick buildings with sickening cries of pain. Gene felt like his heart stopped when he saw his two best friends fall to the sidewalks lifelessly. For a few seconds he couldn't breathe. He gasped for air as he looked back and forth from side to side, hoping and praying for them to move. No movement came.

"No," Gene whispered in distress. He raced for Rose's body but was quickly knocked down by a strong gust of wind. He landed on his butt with a wince. With a fierce look in his narrowed eyes, Gene looked up at the other teen with a disgusted expression planted on his face. "Why did you do that?" he shouted at the kid.

"Because I could," the teen answered nonchalantly. He began to look at his fingernails as if they were more interesting than the mayhem he had started.

With his hands bursting into black fire, Gene flew to his feet and levitated toward the other teen in his furry. He stopped half way there and created a quick force field to protect himself from the severe blast of wind the kid hurled his way suddenly.

Gene took this time to calm his anger. He didn't want it to get out of control. He knew he couldn't afford to become that monster again. This was the great downside of his powers. One sudden flare of emotion could destroy something. He constantly would have to keep them in check.

"Just because you can do something, that doesn't mean you should," Gene spat at the other teen. "If you want me, then don't hurt everyone else."

"Who told you that sappy story?" the kid asked with a harsh laugh. "I say if you have a power then freaking use it. I'm sick of all these sentimental superheroes going around saying corny things like that. It's like they were all spoon fed this crap when they were young by their mommies and daddies. What are you, Gene? Some superhero prodigy? That's laughable. You can barely levitate."

"What is it with demented psychopaths that they feel the need to tirade about things they dislike?" Gene asked with a smirk. "Just because you had a rough childhood, it doesn't mean I have to go through the snore fest of your rants. I guess because you don't have a psychologist, you just have to get it all out when you're battling someone. Now, how does that make you feel?"

Gene gave a small gasp as he put his hands up to make another quick shield. The brutal blast of air this time pushed Gene back at least a foot. The kid freaked out just because Gene made him angry. Gene mentally noted that information. Maybe it could come in handy.

It took a while for the wind current to pass. The kid stood there with his hands clutched into tight fists and his brilliant green eyes narrowed in pure hatred. His calm and pristine act was gone. The tables seemed to have turned. It was now Gene who was standing evenly but in a firm fighting stance. He glanced to both his fallen friends and fought the urge to run to them. His only option at this point was standing up against this guy.

"What do you want with me?" Gene asked bluntly.

"My mission was to bring you to the people I work for," the kid said venomously. "But I have my own plans." Gene frowned as he heard this. His body stiffened as the kid suddenly relaxed his threatening expression and smiled wickedly. It took a lot of will power for Gene to fight the fear rising in him. The kid's vibes were almost overpowering. Something about him was just so foreboding. The feeling was like a mist swirling lazily around his body. It threatened to suffocate Gene as it churned ominously.

"What plans?" Gene asked coolly.

"How 'bout we play a little game?" the kid suggested randomly, completely ignoring Gene's question. He bent down and picked up a broken piece of the street while saying, "I'll draw a circle around us. If you stay inside the boundaries of the circle, I can't hit you with any really forceful blows. But once you step out of the circle, I can do whatever I want with you."

"What if I force you out of the circle?" Gene asked. He narrowed his eyes dangerously as he apprehensively watched the teen draw the thin white line around him with the piece of pavement. The lone scratch and scrapping sound was nerving Gene to the bone.

The kid stood up in surprise when Gene asked this. "You really think you'll be able to beat me?" he tormented with a smirk. He finished the circle and stood confidently a yard in front of Gene with his arms folded in front of him.

Dark energy was allowed to flow through Gene's arms. His hands were quickly consumed by the now familiar black fire. "What makes you think you'll be able to beat me?" Gene asked with a raised eyebrow. "You're only doing this for your own practice and pride. That means you need to beat someone that is as great as you because you suck at close combat."

The kid frowned as he heard Gene say this. "Are we going to start this or what? I want you begging for your life before your friends that I blew away get back here," he said.

"I guess we're both impatient," Gene muttered. He let a flash of his emotions explode from his body. A street lamp was suddenly possessed by the boy's powers. It broke away from the sidewalk with a swift jerk of Gene's left hand. The lamp seemed to have been flung by an invisible force as Gene threw his arms in the air before promptly bringing them back down, a loud battle yell accommodating his forceful move.

When the kid saw the street lamp coming at him suddenly, he crouched down to prepare himself for incoming object. As the dangerous flying metal pole seemed like it was going to knock into the kid, the teen shot high into the air.

Gene gave a disgusted grunt and summoned his powers away from the lamp. The object turned back to its original color, crashing and flipping down the street because it had no more direction. The kid was still in the air and coming back down to the earth when Gene grabbed two large garbage bags with is powers. He flung them at the kid. The other teen simply pushed his palms at the objects with a smile returning to his face.

While the kid was still falling back toward the earth, he swept a hand threw the air, blasting a current right at Gene. The teen gave an alarmed yell as the current forced him into the air. In a desperate act to prevent himself from flying out of the circle so soon, Gene created a force field to slam into. His back crashed into the field with a wince. He landed on the street, his sneakers only an inch away from the white line of the circle.

"You're going to have to try harder than that," the kid taunted as he landed lightly on the ground inside the circle. "But now it's my turn to be on the offense," he said. Gene's eyes widened as the kid ran at him with his fist raised, ready to punch Gene's lights out.

Gene charged back at the kid. He could see the hesitation now in the other teen's eyes when seeing someone coming back at him. Gene let his mind block out all other distractions and flow. He was going to have to use his mind more than his powers. His powers alone were never going to win him this fight.

The kid came down upon Gene with a tight fist. Gene crouched down and swung a hand above his head to create a small shield. The kid's fist slammed into the hard black mass. He gave a small cry of pain while retracting his bloody hand. He had busted his knuckles in his dumb move.

With another quick swipe of his hand, Gene created another force field a few feet above the ground and right beside the other kid. The teen jumped onto his small platform. Before the kid could get his head back together, Gene's extended leg was colliding with his skull.

Blood spurted into the air as Gene's knee rammed into the kid's nose, breaking it upon impact. The harsh force sent the other boy rolling. Gene landed evenly on the ground and smirked as he watched the kid slide to the very edge of the circle. An inch of the kid's head went over the white line.

"I beat you at your own game, dude," Gene said with a sigh. "But I'm not here to play hero and drag you off to prison. Just go back to your people and leave me and my friends the hell alone!"

As if to emphasize his point, Gene latched his powers onto the boy's ankle and pulled the kid toward him in one forceful jerk of his hand. The kid screamed as he sailed through the air. Gene let out a furious battle yell as he executed a perfect round house kick that caught the other teen in the chest and sent him back to the ground gasping for breath.

The two were silent as they caught their breath. Gene was only being fueled by adrenaline and his ability to endure. By now he was thoroughly worn out. He thought the other kid was too because he was just laying there wheezing. Gene didn't blame him for making such embarrassing noises. He had some internal injury, busted knuckles, and a broken nose. Most people would be passed out by now.

"I do not loose!" the kid suddenly seethed. He sat up while forcing the air from behind him at Gene. The teen didn't anticipate the move and couldn't come up with a force field in time. A piece of glass from a broken window somewhere was caught up in the current and sliced right through Gene's side with the cut, painfully reopening the wound.

Gene gave a loud yell of agony as he felt the shard of glass pass through his skin. He held onto his side as the force of the shard going through his body pushed him completely off balance. The teen fell sideways and stuck out his free hand to keep himself from doing a face plant. That hand went out of the circle.

The kid with the broken nose slowly got to his feet with an evil grin coming to his bloody features again. He noticed Gene's hand was outside the circle and also the cause for his pain. The shard of glass was sitting in a pool of fresh crimson blood next to the teen gasping for control over his pain on his hands and knees.

"I didn't loose because there was no rule on what happened when I went out of the circle," the kid said smugly. He stood over Gene with his arms crossed in front of him. "You going outside the circle, on the other hand," he said while pointing to Gene's hand, "had a rule."

Gene could barely create a shield in time for the bombardment of air. He winced as the kid put more glass shards in his currents. The kid relentlessly rained fierce currents of air upon Gene, cracking the shield more with every blast. Gene was too weak to keep his shield up. He was helpless.

The kid saw this and tilted his head back, laughing at the sight before him. His evil and sinister vibe was now practically choking Gene. Finally the teen just couldn't hold his ground any longer, and the shield was broken.

Unremittingly, the laughing kid blasted Gene with currents filled with tiny pieces of glass. Gene winced as their edges sliced and cut through his skin. He was practically paralyzed. The only way to protect himself now was to cover his head with his arms, hoping for deliverance from the torment.

-Robin-

He awoke with a quiet moan. The world was fuzzy when he opened his eyes, and it sounded like he was in a fishbowl. The effect made the teen queasy. But the teen sat up anyways. He regretted his move when sharp flashes of pain raced down his side. He had broken a few ribs maybe, but besides a sprained ankle, the rest of the damage was only cuts and bruises. He would be fine in a few days.

Suddenly Robin was aware of his surroundings. The fuzziness of his vision was gone, and he could hear clearly. He turned his head around when hearing a crazy laugh that sent chills up his spine. The memories of what happened before he was knocked out hit Robin like a sledge hammer to his head.

Robin saw that Gene was in desperate need of help. The poor kid was being pelted with wind currents. Robin quickly looked around; trying to understand what was going on. How long had he been out? No one else was there besides Gene's two friends. They were both in dire conditions, passed out on sidewalks.

Pushing through the flaring pain, Robin got to his unsteady feet. Conveniently, his Bo Staff was lying off to his side, only a few yards away. He went to it and picked it up, going as fast as he could. The kid would have to go down in one blow. If he didn't, both Gene and Robin could be in big trouble.

Robin suddenly sprinted toward the kid, ignoring his hurting ankle and ribs. He jumped high into the air and raised the Staff above his head. To keep his location a secret the whole time until impact, Robin didn't let out a single battle yell. His move would have to be swift and silent.

The kid had been so wrapped up in his evil revenge upon Gene that he had no idea of the attack until there was a harsh blast of white pain exploding in his head. Confusion and anger crossed his face before he lost contact with the world and fell to the ground limply. He was out before his body hit the street.

Robin showed his disgust for the kid with a small growl of distaste. He ignored the kid while absently dropping his Bo Staff. It clanked hollowly on the black cement. Robin hurried to Gene's side with his expression soon switching to one of deep worry.

"Hang on, Gene!" he told the boy. His tone was calm but stern. Gene was gasping and on the brink of tears from the pain his body was going through. Robin looked his body over. For a second his mind went into lock, which was so rare that it always scared the teen to death whenever it did.

Gene grabbed Robin's hand and pleaded in between gasps and winces, "Don't give up on me, Robin! Keep me awake!" His body was shaking slightly as the cuts and gashes flowed with the thick crimson liquid. Robin could barely watch the unfortunate teen go through so much agony.

"You're half me, Gene, you know I'll never give up on you," Robin said to him quietly. He squeezed Gene's hand with a forced smile. "Now, keep your mind off the pain. Talk to me. Tell me about your two friends."

As Gene forced himself to talk about Rose and Zach, Robin started to tear off pieces of his clothing. He tightly wrapped strips of the cloth around some of Gene's many wounds. He kept edging Gene on and created random topics for the boy to talk about. Robin ignored the fact that Gene had a slim chance of surviving.

"Robin!" someone called from behind the teen. Robin spun around in surprise at the sudden voice. Raven levitated quickly toward him. Robin noticed the side of her head was crusted over with dry blood. He was just relieved she was okay. He hoped the others were as lucky as her.

Raven landed next to him and looked over Gene's body in horror. She almost had to turn her face away from the bloody sight. "I've cut off most of the blood flow," Robin said wearily to her. "But he has already lost a lot of blood and is about to go into shock or pass out if we don't keep him with us."

"What do you mean?" Raven asked him in surprise. "He's already unconscious. At first I thought he was dead."

Robin's masked eyes widened as he bent down next to Gene. "No!" he murmured to himself. "He needed to stay awake!" He checked the teen's pulse and bit his lower lip. "He's breathing," he told Raven solemnly, "But really slowly. I don't know how long he'll last."

Raven kneeled down at Gene's head and closed her eyes. Robin watched her in silent wonder. The sorceress put her hand over the boy's forehead and mouthed her mantra. After a minute, she gave a small wince and opened her eyes.

"What's wrong, Rae?" Robin asked her. He had no clue what she had just done. He guessed she had gone into his mind or something, but he wondered why. He ran a bloody gloved hand through his hair in nervousness as he waited for her dreaded news. He could tell from her grave face and emotional vibe that the news wasn't going to be uplifting.

"Gene put himself in a healing coma," Raven said emotionlessly.

"That's good, though," Robin said quietly. He knew she wasn't finished yet but wanted to get his thoughts out there anyways.

"The healing coma is for two reasons, Robin," Raven said. "One is for physical healing which only takes an hour to a week." She paused as she searched for her next words. "The second is for mental trauma. It is for getting over bad memories or other things along those lines. This coma is difficult to wake from because you are fighting an internal battle with yourself. It can take a few hours, a few months, a few years…or the rest of your life."

A/N: Whew! That was a long one to type, but it was fun! All I need to do now is sum my fic up in the next chapter, and I'll be done with this one and on to the sequel! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and my evil little cliffhanger. Please give a review! Thanks!