A/N: I meant to make you guys confused in my last chapter. Ha, ha. Sorry, I just laugh at other's confusion. I'll explain some of what is going on in the next chapter after this one. In the mean time, I'll give you more confusion with the Titans. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Teen Titans. If I did, there would be a sixth season.

Chapter 2 Only Hope

Robin glared coldly up at the video camera on the bare wall opposite of the one he was leaning his back against. The room was gray all around. The walls, ceiling, and floor were coated in the same dull color, making anyone seriously depressed if they had to stay in there. A circle was cut out of the ceiling with a bright bulb in it. A thick plastic prevented anyone from actually breaking the bulb. They had thought of everything.

Suddenly the thick metal plated door to the small, closet sized room was opened. Robin silently got to his feet with his fierce glare never vanishing from his face. A young man that looked to be in his late twenties stepped into the room. He was very fit with muscles covering most of his big body. His blonde hair was cut short, military style. The man's eyes were black with no light in them. Robin noticed his movements were stiff and precise, almost like a robot.

Without a word shared, the man grabbed Robin by the front of his shirt. Robin was surprised by the brute strength the man possessed. Before the teen could protest, the man shoved him into the hallway outside the room where another man looking exactly like the first stood with handcuffs. The cuffs were made out of a thick material that was much stronger than regular cuffs.

The handcuffs clicked into place tightly around Robin's wrists. He looked down at them in silent disgust before he was jerked into place by both men. They escorted him down the hallway. Bright florescent lights blared harsh rays of light on the three as they silently walked down the hall. Blue glistening tiles made up the floor, and the walls and ceiling was all white. There were no windows or indicators to show anyone where they were going. Everything looked the same.

Robin! Please hear me! Raven's voice suddenly burst into Robin's soaring mind. A confused expression crossed his face for a second as he heard her in his head. For a second he believed he was hearing something.

Raven? He thought back. His voice in his mind sounded desperate for her. He hadn't heard anything of his friends for hours. He wanted so badly to know if they were okay. He knew he sounded crazy just shouting names off in his head, but it was possible Raven could have made mind contact with him.

I've been waiting for hours for one of you guys to leave your cell, Raven's voice sounded into Robin's head. You must listen to me. No questions right now, Robin. My connection is already really weak. A bad vibe is all around this place, wherever we are. You must get help, Robin. I'm afraid death for the Titans is near. I can feel it!

Calm down, Rea, Robin thought back after hearing her long winded rant. Her voice was fading in and out like some bad reception on a walkie-talkie. He got the gist of what she was saying, though. I have no clue where we are or how to get out. I'm gonna try to escape, but I don't think I'll succeed.

Follow my instructions, Robin, Raven's voice told him firmly. Her slight flare of panic was gone now. She was all monotone again. I'll lead you to someone who will help. When you are free from whoever you are with just call for me. I need to save my energy.

Robin nodded, as if she could actually see him. He looked to both his sides where the men were walking beside him. They had their black eyes pinned straight ahead. He knew they were strong, so getting away from them would be tough. He had been stripped from his utility belt he noticed when he woke up in the cell. He'd have to take these two on with only his combat skills. Only problem was that he was handcuffed.

The Titans had ended up here when waking up to a long deep sleep. What Robin didn't know was that all the other Titans were in their own cells similar to the one he had just been in. Robin also had no guesses as to what had happened that made him end up there or the reason why. He had pondered many options in his cell for the five hours he had been awake, but nothing was making any sense.

Robin quickly came up with a battle plan and didn't hesitate a second as he used it. He bent down and rammed his right shoulder into the side of one of the men. He tackled the guy into the wall. Robin winced. The impact was harder than he imagined it to be. But at he got what he wanted. The man slumped to the ground.

Before Robin could get over the harsh collision, he was grabbed from behind and forced back first into the opposite wall. A monstrous hand engulfed his neck and strictly held the boy there to the wall. Robin choked as his windpipe was completely cut off by the second man's hand. He was being strangled to death.

A great flash of panic racked both Robin's mind and body. His vision blurred and the edges were getting darker. He was going to die if he didn't do something in the next few seconds. He frantically hung onto what little consciousness he had as he brought his feet up and locked them around the man's outstretched arm. He then brought his whole weight down in one powerful move.

The man was forced to let Robin go. The teen landed on his hands and knees on the cold tiled floor. He took in sharp gulps for the sweet taste of air through winces of pain. A large red mark was on Robin's neck where the man's hand had wrapped around it.

Robin shook his head to shake off the fragments of dizziness. He gave an alarmed yell when he saw the man come back for him. The guy's face was expressionless. Robin's whole fight strategy had been thrown out the window at this point. He was forced into improvising mode.

With a vicious battle yell, Robin swung his handcuffs upward. The hard metal collided against the man's forehead and sent him to the floor. Robin noticed the man didn't even let out a cry of pain. Everything about these guys was off. He rushed the man, pinning him against the floor before the guy could come back at him.

"What do you want with us?" Robin harshly demanded. "Why did you capture the Titans?" The man only starred expressionlessly up at Robin without a single word. "Answer me!" Robin yelled. A look of a mix of surprise and anger crossed his face when he heard the beeping of a detonation. He threw himself off the man and covered his head with his arms just as the thing exploded.

The hallway was suddenly lit up for a second as fire licked the walls and cool tiles. Smoke filled Robin's lungs from the blast. A heat wave forced Robin to his stomach as he kept his arms over his head as his only protection.

The fire quickly died down and the excitement was gone. Robin uncovered his head slowly and choked on the billowing smoke. He glared behind him at the two robots. Their parts littered the floor in sparking and burnt out bits. Now it was obvious why the two men were so strange.

Raven! Robin called out with his mind. I need you!

Run, Robin! Go now! Raven's voice shouted urgently to him.

Robin didn't ask questions. He scrambled to his feet, which was difficult with his heavy handcuffs, and took off in a sprint down the hallway. He flew past a few doors with no labels. Some were normal wooden ones while others were like his cell's, thick hunks of metal with intricate locks. He wondered what was in them or how complicated it would be to open them, but he wasn't stupid or curious enough to stop and try.

He came up to an intersection in the hall. He had the option of running straight ahead, left, or right. The boy managed to skid to a sudden stop as confusion and fear slipped to his eyes hidden under his mask. He didn't know where to go next.

Turn right! Raven's voice told him. Quickly! Many are after you!

Robin took her advice and headed that way with no hesitation. He didn't want to even think about his punishment if he got caught by those robots. If that one robot was ready to kill him by suffocating him, Robin knew any other robot wouldn't take kindly to him.

He came to another intersection. This time Raven was ready with her instructions. Left, Robin! They should be close by. Get ready to fight!

Robin rounded the corner with a fierce battle yell. A robot turned around just in time to get a royal smack down. The teen superhero swung his hands up over his head as one giant fist and cracked them down on the first robot's head. The move sent the robot to the ground with smoke coming out of its head as the body went into spasms.

The teen jumped forward and sprung off the ground with his hands. His extended foot collided with a second robot's chest area and sent it soaring down the hall. Robin was like a whirlwind that couldn't be stopped.

He landed beside the third and last robot and grabbed its arm. The thing did the same to Robin, but the boy didn't seem to notice. He forced the robot to the floor in one swift move. Before the thing could get back up to attack, Robin had his handcuff's chain wrapped around the robot's neck. Robin gave a hard yank with a grunt of effort. The robot's head popped off and spun through the air before clanking hollowly on the floor.

The sound of beeping alerted Robin to his next move. He picked the robot's limp body up and threw him down the hall where the other robot had gotten back up and was running his way. The thrown robot slammed into the running one and sent it to the ground again.

Another loud blast sounded in the hallways as the robot exploded soon after impact. Robin turned just in time and managed to keep to his feet as a heat wave washed over him. He coughed again on the smoke as he fanned the gray clouds in front of him. Those robots had pretty big explosions. The teen wondered what caused them. He knew enough about robots to know he didn't make them explode.

"What the hell is going on?" a voice shouted in anger and confusion. Robin had been so busy fighting he hadn't taken into consideration why the robots were there. He spotted two figures standing beside each other against the wall. They surprisingly didn't have any handcuffs because the robots had been securely holding them, but they did have blind folds.

Robin ran over to them but stopped in his tracks when he realized he knew the two. It was Red X, Jump City's greatest thief and the Hive Five's silent member, Kid Wicked. Now Robin was too confused to form words in his mouth. He decided to let them take the blindfolds off and let Red X express himself to give him some time to think.

Red X and Kid Wicked looked around in clear puzzlement before Red X let out a string of curses. "What is going on here, kid?" he finally asked Robin. He looked down to Kid Wicked and asked as an afterthought, "And who the hell are you?"

"Look," Robin said firmly. He finally got his mind under control. "I'm just as confused as you two, but I need your help. My team has been captured like you two. I somehow got free for a second. It seems like whoever is calling the shots is collecting superheroes. That must mean there are others like us who are captured. They all need help."

"Oh! Don't tell me you're going to force me to play hero again," Red X said in disgust.

"I didn't force you," Robin retorted. "You choose to save Jump City yourself. Anyways, I'm asking both of you to give someone a message. That person will save us."

"Who?" Red X asked. He liked the idea of being messenger rather than savior.

"His name is Gene Summers," Robin said after some hesitation. He didn't know if it was a wise choice to get the kid involved. Gene was still learning how to use his powers. He was only a mere novice. But Robin still trusted the boy to help his team. "He's in Tokyo, Japan," Robin continued.

"Gene Summers?" Red X asked in surprise. He gave a small chuckle before saying, "The shrimp made it after all." Robin guessed Red X and Gene had bumped into each other at one point then. This just helped Robin's conscious.

Robin was surprised when he saw Kid Wicked nod. Both older teens stood back as Kid Wicked raised both hands and slammed them down onto the floor. A black portal formed where his hands were. Robin was tempted to go ahead and jump into it, but he knew he needed to stay. He didn't know why he felt the need to wait behind. His mind told him it was smarter to escape, but his gut told him to stay. Robin knew his gut was always the better choice.

"Thank you," Robin told Kid Wicked quietly. The kid just nodded again.

"Aren't you coming?" Red X asked.

"Just hurry," Robin answered. "Go."

"You are one strange person, kid, you know that?" Red X said with a sigh. "Don't choke on your seriousness, 'kay." With that said, he jumped into the portal. Robin smiled slightly when hearing Kid Wicked sigh under his breath before following after the thief. Soon the portal was gone.

Robin was then alone in the hallway. The pungent smell of smoke still lingered in the stagnant air. Robin ran his handcuffed hands through his hair in nervous habit. He wondered if what he had just done was the right thing. Sometimes he hated being leader and making choices like this. He could be praised to embarrassment or demolished by the choices he was forced to make in such little amount of time.

Every time he made one he worried. The worry turned to stress which lead to other bad side effects. Sometimes he just wished not to be like this, but then he would remember that characteristic of him made him such a good leader. If you didn't care about what choices you made for the team, then that meant you didn't care about the consequences.

Robin turned when hearing quick footfalls come up from the intersection. A whole squad of robots rounded the corner with stun guns slung over their wide shoulders. Robin gulped down a lump in his throat as he let the pack surround him with guns aimed in his direction.

"You didn't go with them," a voice said from behind one of the robots. The teen who had spoken made a part in the pack of robots and came to the front of them. Robin's eyes widened when he saw the kid. It was the boy who had almost killed Gene a few months ago, and who he had knocked out just at the last second. Robin had forgotten that he had left the boy to die on the street. How wondered how the kid survived.

"What are you doing here?" Robin asked through clenched teeth. This single kid had taken down his team in seconds with his blast of air currents. Anyone who messed with his team like that was sure to get on Robin's bad side.

"Like I'm gonna tell you," the kid said with a cold laugh. He grabbed the front of Robin's shirt and pulled him close so their noses were almost touching. "And don't forget that I still loath your worthless guts for that act you did a few months ago," the kid said with a wicked and sardonic smile crossing his lips. Robin could see the evil gleam in the teen's eyes. This kid was sick.

Robin knew if he said anything it would do nothing to spoil this kid's fun. So Robin did nothing at all but smirk back as if challenging the other teen. The kid's smile dropped when he observed this. Robin knew his one expression was angering him because it meant he wasn't fazed at all by what the kid was saying. The kid lived for power over others. Robin wasn't bending. This was like the equivalent of slapping the kid.

"You won't be wearing that expression when we're through with you," the kid said. Cold venom dripped in his voice. From behind his back he pulled out a syringe. Robin glanced at it with a flit of fear rising in him. He never liked needles. Who did?

Robin tried to bolt even though he knew he had no chance. He personally thought it would be better to go down with a stun gun's spark flashing through his body than have some drug forcefully pushed into his veins. He was quickly pinned against the wall by two robots on his arms and two on his legs. Robin watched with weariness as the kid approached with a satisfied grin. He was happy to see Robin squirm.

The kid piteously plunged the syringe deep into Robin's stomach. The teen gave a painful wince but managed to resist the urge to cry out to give the boy more pleasure. The kid pushed the chemical in the syringe into Robin and watched in delight as Robin groaned as he undertook the unwanted substance. Soon Robin's body let him pass out.

-Red X and Kid Wicked-

They both landed on the outskirts of Japan's greatest city, Tokyo. It was late at night, so the flashy neon lights lit up the horizon where the city was standing tall and proud. They were in the middle of a field. The smell of cow dung was in the air from it being spread over the ground as fertilizer for the crops.

"Couldn't you have transported us to the city?" Red X asked Kid Wicked as he rolled up his nose under his mask in disgust. He had lived in the city most of his life. He hadn't smelt something as bad as this since the sewers.

Kid Wicked was breathing hard from his extensive use of power. He glared up at Red X. The kid personally disliked complaining. He had used all his energy into that portal here. He thought Red X would be grateful enough.

"You don't like to talk much, do you?" Red X asked Kid Wicked as he finally noticed that he hadn't heard him talk even once. Kid Wicked shook his head. "What are you, a mute?" Red X said with a chuckle. Kid Wicked shook his head. "Oh," Red X said with embarrassment. "No hard feelings." He patted the kid's head.

Kid Wicked swatted the older teen away with a tired sigh. He started to trudge his way through the field of sprouting green leaves to where a road was that he hoped lead into the big city. Red X paused before running to catch up with the boy.

"Hey! I have a brilliant idea," he said while walking backwards in front of Kid Wicked. He avoided the deeply annoyed look Kid Wicked was giving him and went on. "How 'bouts you go find Gene and inform him about Robin and the others while I go do something useful?"

Kid Wicked looked at the other teen skeptically. He rolled his eyes with another sigh. He didn't expect the thief to do anything good. He didn't even think Red X would help him find Gene. But Kid Wicked wasn't set out to find Gene for the rescue of the Titans. He was going on this quest for his own team that had been captured by the same people a week before. Red X had no reason to search for Gene, and Kid Wicked fully understood that.

"Have some faith in me, kid," Red X said. "I'm not all selfish and heartless. You go find Gene. Have fun with it. Go have some sushi. Tokyo has sushi, right? Anyways, I'll be around." With that said he stopped in the field and started to fiddle with his newly stolen belt. Kid Wicked watched in mild interest as Red X cursed at the belt till finally it worked with a sputter and he was gone with a wave. It had just enough Xenothium in it for one last transport.

Figures, Kid Wicked thought before turning back to the road. It would take him all night to walk to the city. He would then have to spend all day looking for Gene. The Hive Five better thank me for this, he thought.

A/N: I got the soundtrack for POTC 2 and it is great when you want to type! I don't know why I just typed that, but I'm in a goofy mood today. Hope you liked the chapter! Please give a review!