Sitting, watching. Slade had thought that he had gotten away. The perfect plan. Over the years, so many failed attempts to break the spirit of the no-longer boy wonder. Who would of known that just by simply killing her, would do the job. In less than 15minutes he have completed the goal he had for years.

Nightwing would be too heart broken to come after him so soon. He had plenty of time to celebrate his victory. Well... So he thought.

Nightwing was gaining on the location. He knew Slade would be there. No, he wasn't physic-that was Raven's thing. Being Bruce Wayne's son had its perks. Like having access to the security cameras. Slade was on the roof top, probably enjoying the fact that he had killed my Starfire. Smug Bastard.

Jumping down behind the black, clad figure he spoke the first words out of his mouth since he was with her.

"That was too far" he growled out between clenched teeth. "She had nothing to do with the Titans...not any more."

"How wrong you are Robin. You loved her. It must be painful knowing that she died, and you never told her that you loved her." Spoke Slade, with his back turned to Nightwing, speaking in a cold and even voice.

Through gritted teeth "This ends know". Extending his bow staff he readied himself to fight.

"If I would have known that killing the girl would get to fight for real, I would have done it sooner." Pulling out the metal rod, he matched Nightwing's battle stance. Years of training and this is the one fight that Nightwing refused to lose.

Both starred at each other before leaping forward and beginning the deadly dance, to determine the winner.

Upper cut, high swing, thrust, block, rising strike, kneeing block-counter strike. If you were just I bystander you wouldn't know anything that was, all you would see is two men fighting with strikes and bloke so close to causing severe damage.

Jumping back., the wind blew through Nightwing's raven hair. His chest rising and falling in rhythm with his heart beat. So far only minor cuts and a few bruises appeared under his uniform. So far he was lucky. Over the years he had become a lot stronger and faster. Or the possibility that Slade had slowed down. He didn't care. He was winning.

Without warning Slade lounged out, swinging rapidly. Stepping to the side the attack was easily blocked and in the time that it took Slade to recover his balance and defensive stance, Nightwing and taken his opening and struck him in the stomach then on the neck.

Before passing out, Nightwing head Slade's chin, causing them to make eye contact. Getting up in his face so close Nightwing could see Slade's pale brown eyes glisten in fear of death.

"I will not stoop to your level and Kill you. Instead to can live your life in jail. Plenty of time to regret."

"I will get out. And when I do" Suddenly his was cut off. "You'll come after me. Yeah I know. And I'll be waiting"

Sneering Slade spoke again. "I'll tell the whole world Richard...That Bruce Wayne's little bastard son goes running around as a vigilante." This statement caused a chuckle to erupt out of Richard's throat.

"Do you honestly believe that anyone would believe a villain saying, that a rich playboy would dress up and risk his life, just to play hero. Doubt it. So what. No one will believe a deranged old man. Good Bye Slade." Pushing the pressure point on his neck he was out cold. Sirens rang in the distance. He had to get out of there before anyone saw him.

Standing on the fire escape he watched as the cops hauled Slade away. He knew this wasn't going to be the end. It never was, oh the joys of being a super hero.

One month later, back in Jump, the mask lay tossed aside on the night stand. Richard lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about what his 18th birthday had caused him. He got to go home, and see some old faces. But he lost the one he missed the most. He never said any words of love, never apologized for the past...asked for forgiveness. Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over. Rolling down his pale cheeks.

"I never got to say goodbye" escaped his lips in a painful whisper... "I never even said good bye"

"Hey don't you find it strange that there was no word of a funeral?" Bb asked in a questioning tone.

"Yeah man, it is strange...Im sure some of her family in Tamaran came and claimed the body." Cy replied while cooking what the Titan's were going to have for dinner. Sighing Bb sat on the couch by Raven. Sighing again he placed his head in his hands, elbows on his knees staring at the ground.

"Look Bb don't get your hopes up. And definatly, don't tell Nightwing. While meditating I felt an aura similar to Star's. There is a slight possibility that it was her. It was so faint though...I couldn't trace it. And now I can't find anything of it. Remember not a word." Bb stared. Then blinked, then stared some more. How could she say all of that without taking her eyes of the book? And Keep her voice to the unemotional tone it's always at? Some times he didn't get that girl...

"She had said that Star might still be out there...somewhere..." he thought as he looked out the window at the twinkling stars.,...

End...well...for now...as always I have to thank my friend Jessie for being my muse! Luv ya girl (in a friend way...o u kno wat I mean)