Jump City
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Highspeed enjoyed the freedom his speed gave him, letting him leap across buildings with ease, no speed limits keeping him down.
"Not yet anyway," he inwardly muttered, stopping on the edge of a skyscraper.
"Out on patrol?" Darkwing questioned, hovering next to the speedster.
"No, just getting some air," Highspeed sighed, thinking back to his previous thoughts.
"Same. Have to admit, the thrill of flying never wears off," the winged telekinetic mumbled, her hidden eyes surveying the evening city.
"Neither does the thrill of moving fast. Though the way Glickson's going about, he'll deny me that feeling. Why is it that some of the biggest villains have power in the government," Highspeed sighed, receiving a sceptical look from his teammate.
"You don't really think he's a villain?" Darkwing asked.
"Think about it. Government agents go after teens with powers after Glickson rises to his new power. These new laws regarding superheroes. No way it's a coincidence. He's up to something, I can feel it," Highspeed explained, determined to prove his theory.
"Okay, but how do we deal with him? Spying on him will only add fuel to this fire," Darkwing sighed, seeing the logic in the speedster's ideas.
"For the time being, we monitor anything he does regarding these laws. Also, we need to keep an eye out for suspicious activity regarding government agents. Not much, but it's a place to start, at least until we find a better way," he mumbled, watching as Darkwing prepared to fly off.
"Do we tell anyone else?" she asked.
"For now, it's just you and me. Once we have enough evidence, we'll tell the others," Highspeed muttered, getting ready to run as Darkwing nodded in agreement.
Tower garage
Roughhouse sighed as he started work on the wrecked T-car. It wasn't hard to see the hard work Cyborg had put into it. He was already covered in oil and grease, working on the engine.
"Nothing beats that new parts smell," he sighed, delicately fixing each part into place, almost in a trance as he worked.
"How's it going?" Cyborg's voice asked over the communicator. Roughhouse paused, stepping back to admire his craftsmanship.
"Pretty well. Just have to install the defences. Trust me, I've got a much wider range of toys to play with," he replied, a grin on his face mirrored by the half-metal Titan.
"Nice. Call me when you're done pal," Cyborg chuckled, signing out. Roughhouse sighed contently, looking over the various new features he could install. Picking one, he set to work installing it, slowly but surely finishing his and Cyborg's artwork.
Training room
Nightphoenix wasn't in the best of moods. While on patrol, she'd encountered the H.I.V.E 5, taking them all on herself. They'd won, so the punching bag was the target of her anger, receiving a brutal beating.
"Every hero suffers defeat once in a while," a dark voice whispered. The winged Titan whirled to see Starshadow standing there, leaning on the door. While the dark Titan never wore a mask, her hair did an excellent job hiding her face.
"How long have you been standing there?" Nightphoenix asked, taking deep breaths.
"About five minutes. I thought I had temper problems," the dark girl mumbled. Ignoring the remark, Nightphoenix pondered how Starshadow could move so quietly with her heavy boots.
"I got beaten by those five punks. How do you think I'm going to take it?" Nightphoenix muttered, taking a powerful swing at the punch bag.
"You can't expect to win every fight. Especially when the other side plays dirty. That's why there's five of you here, not one," the dark teen whispered, turning to leave when a streak of yellow flew past, almost knocking her from her feet.
"Probably should make that eight now," Nightphoenix sighed.
Main room
Blockrock sighed contentedly as he relaxed on the couch, taking a nap. After Airblaze's call and a good dinner, he decided he needed the rest.
As he napped, he didn't stir when the doors opened. A boy with light brown skin, black hair, brown eyes hidden behind a mask and a yellow, light blue and light green outfit snuck in, hovering above the ground.
"This should be good," he whispered, flying over to the sound system. Cycling through songs, he found the perfect one. Turning the speakers on, her put on the song, covering his ears as Grow Up by Simple Plan blared out.
"Sunburst! You are dead and buried when I catch you!" Blockrock yelled, chasing the new Titan as he flew out of the room, laughing like a madman.
Jump City
Sorceress was bored. After spending most of the day resting, she'd volunteered to go on patrol, wanting some fresh air.
"Must be great, living in this city," her partner sighed. She had shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes behind a green mask, and an outfit of emerald green and turquoise.
"Trust me Starstream, it isn't as exciting as it's made out to be," Sorceress muttered, leaping from building to building. While she wasn't as fast as Kid Flash or Highspeed, Sorceress was capable of incredible agility, while Starstream could fly almost as fast as Highspeed with Sunburst's acrobatics.
"At least tonight seems quiet," the green clad titan mumbled, cursing herself for jinxing it when an explosion rang out, along with the cry of "Fourth time this week!"
"Come on," Sorceress said, flames dancing around one hand while lightning cackled on the other, as she ran, leaping from building to building down to street level, shooting fire at a black SUV. As three more thundered towards her, she stood firm, muttering a spell.
A small portal opened, a small pink, spiky wisp flying out and darting inside Sorceress, the strange energy changing her into a pink ball with long thin spikes. She span in place, the spikes eating away at the SUV that failed to avoid her.
"Nice," Starstream whispered to herself, firing emerald green bolts at the SUVs, each one erupting in a small, powerful explosion. After taking out one, she tried to find the third, only to watch it fly right past her, landing on its roof.
"They're getting sloppy since the last time," Blastback monotonously sighed, inspecting his handy work.
"Never thought I'd be able to talk to you without trying to hit you," Starstream muttered, watching government agents stumble out of the ruined SUVs.
"Back to business. Who sent you? And why?" Sorceress demanded, addressing one particular agent.
"Like I'm going to talk to a stupid kid," he mocked, paling when Starstream's eyes started burning green.
"Word of warning. I just have to say the right words and I can take you to a dimension where the laws don't apply. You wouldn't want that, would you?" Sorceress taunted, lightning still dancing around her fingers.
"Senator Glickson authorised it," the man mumbled, gulping when the mystical teen stepped forward.
"Tell him that if he sends anymore government agents after any super-powered teen, he will have every Titan wanting to settle matters personally," Sorceress threatened, fire dancing in her dark brown eyes.
"I second that," Starstream agreed, eyes still burning. Blastback simply nodded, turning and walking off to find the rest of his team.
Tower Garage
For the second time that day, Roughhouse stepped back, admiring the finished T-car. He was about to leave when Sunburst burst in, hiding behind the T-car as Blockrock ran in, hands glowing a deep, earthy green.
"Don't even think about it!" Roughhouse growled, stepping in front of his hard work, a wrench in hand. Blockrock relented, remembering the rumour about how messing with Roughhouse's work earned you a new bruise on the head.
"Take that Blockrock," Sunburst taunted, yelping as he dodged the wrench Roughhouse threw at him.
"Out! Before I decide to test the new features," Roughhouse threatened, eyes glowing crimson. Sunburst didn't need to be told twice, matching Highspeed in terms of quick getaways.
Control room
Highspeed sighed in frustration, reading over old news articles, trying to find anything on Senator Glickson. So far, there was nothing of interest, so with each article, his determination only increased.
"Look at me. I probably look like a certain boy wonder when he's hunting Slade," he mumbled mentally, quickly scanning down through yet another article. Still nothing, a random book flew across the room.
"Breathe and relax. Telekinesis is a mental power. Mental powers are effected by emotions," he whispered to himself, taking deep breaths.
"Robin? I didn't know you got a new look while on vacation," Firestorm laughed, the fiery Titan's face appearing on the monitor.
"Very funny. I'll go and get Nightphoenix," Highspeed sighed, walking off.
"Actually, I kinda needed to see you," Firestorm said, scratching the back of her neck.
"Really? What for?" Highspeed inquired, whirling round.
"Someone's set up a robotics factory. The robots there are terrorising the area, and everyone else is on other assignments. I can't take this mission alone," Firestorm said, almost pleading.
"Alright. I can be there in an hour or so. Meet you near the factory," Highspeed replied, cutting the connection as Firestorm nodded.
Firestorm's location
"Alright. I can be there in an hour or so. Meet you near the factory." Firestorm simply nodded, the connection cutting out. With the screen blank, she began giggling, allowing herself to laugh evilly.
"Oh yes, I'll meet you there. Don't worry," she laughed, walking outside into the rainstorm.