A.N. Alright, so this chapter is all Slade, since Raven got a chapter all to herself last time. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Teen Titans. Though I wish I did.

Slade

The train of thought did not stop for about five hours. By that time Slade was gripping the arms of his seat to keep from murdering the lunatic in the back of the train car. The conductor kept asking idiotic questions like "So, where you come from do they have bus stops? 'Cause I've heard about them there bus stops, but I don't think they're real."

They stopped by a sign that said Welcome to Lenore. Please turn back.

"Looks like my stop," muttered Slade. He couldn't get out of that demented train fast enough.

Lenore was a very unusual town. It looked like a cross between an old Western and a Japanese village. Pagoda-like buildings held cantinas, Ye Old General Store sold supplies for planting a memory garden for one's ancestors, and Satsuki's bought, sold, and rented out books and DVDs. Wanted posters for criminals both human and supernatural covered the walls like coats of paint.

Slade assessed his surroundings and headed for the cantina, a good place to find information in any culture or adventure movie. On the outside it looked like a place where monks would meditate, if not for the giant sign reading CANTINA. On the inside it was an old-Western-worthy seedy bar. With a few exceptions .

Vampires. Assassins. Para-dimensional beings. Bounty hunters. Drunks. Ghosts. Legit knights in shining armor. Mercenaries. Slutty looking bar wenches. Gang members. A suspicious looking green cube that kept getting closer to Slade every time he looked away.

This is why I like to stay on Earth.

Think of it as a vacation.

Like that'll work.

. . .

Alright, I'll stop talking. See how long you can go on without me.

Thanks.

Slade was interrupted from his one-person argument by a shove from the side. He gave the fool responsible a glare, which seemed to surprise said fool. Slade was also surprised when he had to look three feet up to inflict the glare.

Maybe that was a bad idea.

For the record you lasted about three seconds.

Shut up.

"Well, what do you know, a new guy." rumbled the man...thing beside Slade, who was at least nine and a half feet tall. "I think you don't know what you're doing here, new guy."

"I think you should go about your normal business," replied Slade. He started to walk away, but was stopped by a shove in the back. Even on his guard, Slade stumbled into the bar.

He's strong.

You think?

"You really shouldn't have said that," boomed the Slade's assaulter.

"You really shouldn't have done that." Slade knew he should not get into a bar fight to start off his hopefully short stay in Lenore, but against his better judgment he wanted to.

He dodged the first swing easily. The man was not as fast as he was strong. Slade recognized that speed might be his biggest advantage, but greater intelligence was usually on his side as well. After dodged three more punches and a bar stool, Slade quickly landed blows under his opponent's ribs and on the side of his neck.

The giant roared. The red and black tattoos covering his visible body bulged and some...shifted? He slammed a table down on where Slade had been a tenth of a second before, only to feel a sharp pain in the back of his skull.

The less experienced occupants of the cantina gave collective a gasp as a chair leg was shoved into the back of the huge man's shaved head and out through his mouth. The battle hardened customers either paid no attention or clapped. One sauntered up to Slade and held out an envelope.

Slade glanced at it. "What's this?

The man chuckled and tipped his fedora to Slade. "Your reward. Basco had a price on his head."

Slade smiled under his mask as he took the envelope from the small, stocky man. "How high of a price?"

"Three hundred grand. Enjoy your stay in Lenore."

A.N. I personally kind of like Lenore, but have no idea if you, the readers, do. So please submit feedback! Reviews are much appreciated.