Hola my fellow readers! I am so so so so so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've kinda been busy with three other stories. (Sigh) I should really just stick with one story and wait until I'm done with that one and then move onto the next. Oh well, what can I say. I'm not the most patient girl in the world. What're ya gonna do? Well, enough with this pointless rambling, here it is; the nineteenth chapter! Hope you like it! ;)

Chapter 19: A Little More Time

Mar'i flew around the streets of Gotham City, trying to find any sight of Deathstroke. So far, she was having absolutely no luck.

She groaned in frustration, planting her hands on her hips and floating back to the ground.

"Where the hell could she be?" She asked herself, looking around the empty streets.

Suddenly, Mar'i felt a presence behind her. She brought her head up in alert and turned; her hands and eyes glowing a bright green.

"Who's their?" She growled in determination; ready to fight.

"Cool your jets Mar'i, it's just me." Shadow said, coming from out of the darkness.

Mar'i's arms fell. "Shadow, you're suppose to be looking for Deathstroke."

Shadow walked towards Mar'i, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I kinda wanted to talk to you for a minute."

Mar'i looked at Shadow and then gave out a sigh, folding her arms across her chest. "Fine. Shoot."

Shadow gave out a nervous sigh and motioned Mar'i to sit down on the street curb that was behind them. She did and Shadow began to talk.

"Mar'i . . . would you; I mean—do you like having these powers?" He asked.

Mar'i raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. "Well, these powers have their downsides and their upsides."

"Well, if you were to choose to either keep these powers or get rid of them, what would you choose?" He asked.

Mar'i looked at Shadow and then looked down at her father's black boots with steel on the soles. "Well, to be honest—I'd really rather be normal then have these powers."

Shadow rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You're not alone. If it weren't for these powers—my parents would probably still be together."

There was a silence between Mar'i and Shadow until Shadow broke the silence.

"What would you say . . . if we could get rid of these powers?" He asked. Mar'i looked up at him, her light green eyes fixed on his violet ones in great interest. Shadow continued. "What would you say—if I knew someone who could get rid of our powers for good? Someone that can make us—normal."

Mar'i's eyes grew wide in both amazement and shock. She was speechless, but only for a few seconds.

"I . . . I don't know." She said. "Do you really know someone who could actually make us normal?"

"He sure does."

Mar'i and Shadow both stood up in alarm to where they heard the voice. They saw someone standing in the shadows, until they walked closer to them, revealing their identity. It was Deathstroke.

"What do you want?" Mar'i asked; her words were dripping with venom.

Shadow rested a comforting hand on her shoulder once again. Mar'i looked back at him.

"Mar'i, Deathstroke is the one I'm talking about. She's the one who can get rid of our powers." He told her.

Mar'i looked at Deathstroke and then looked at Shadow. "Are you out of your mind? She's the enemy! She practically killed us? Why should we trust her?"

"Mar'i, you don't understand. I don't blame you if you don't trust me, but you should. Jealousy took the best of me. I'm jealous of you, Shadow, and your siblings." She told her. Mar'i looked at her with confusion. "You don't know how lucky you four are to have these powers. I would kill to have powers like you guys."

"Why? I would kill to be normal again. I hate these powers." She told her.

Deathstroke gave her a friendly smile and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. "If you hate them so much, then get rid of them. My father has the technology to do this."

Mar'i glared at Deathstroke. "And what are you going to do when you have our powers?"

"Mar'i, I assure you, I won't do anything bad with your powers. I just want to know what it's like having them. You don't know how dull and boring it is being normal. I'm tired of it. I want to know what it's like having incredible powers. I want to know what it's like to be unique, incredible—different."

Mar'i looked at Deathstroke; very unsure.

"Come on Mar'i, what do we gotta lose?" Shadow asked.

"A lot! We've got our powers, our lives, the city; need I go on?" She asked.

Deathstroke sighed. "Obviously, you two need a little more time to think about it." She said. "I guess I'll catch up with you guys later."

And with that said, Deathstroke jumped up in the air and disappeared into the night.

"What in the world are you doing? This plan is taking way too long. If we would've gone with my plan, we'd probably already have their powers."

"Chill dad. You've always told me to be patient, now I'm telling you to be patient. A good plan cannot be rushed."

Slade groaned. "Well, I sure hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm positive it'll work. Besides, I am the daughter of the Titans' greatest nemesis."

Well, I hope you liked that chappie. Sorry if it seemed kinda rushed and stuff. My sister was watching TV and I can't really concentrate when the TV is on. And I was too lazy to go to a different room. Well, I hope you'll like the next chapter. I'll post it soon (I hope). See ya, oh and to the people who are reading my other stories, please please please please please don't write a review on why I haven't updated on the other stories that are in progress. (Cough)(Cough) Corey (Cough). Sorry, had to tell ya. Peace out!