Blanket Disclaimer: Poison Tonic LX does not own the Teen Titans or any characters therein. Don't sue her, please, because if you do I won't have a home anymore…-Ralph, the muse
"Lookit what I can do, Miss Ren!"
He rolled his eyes as the Squirt did a cartwheel, landing neatly on his feet, grinning widely up at the Sorceress, who looked amused.
"That's nice, Nemo." She replied obligingly, ruffling the young clone's hair.
The Squirt's grin widened.
"That's nothing, squirt." He spoke up. "C'mon, don't tell me you've been on your own for a year and that's all you can do?"
The grin disappeared, immediately replaced by a scowl. "No, it isn't!" The Squirt said, and took a running start, then did a flip, twisting in mid-air and doing five consecutive back flips. "See?"
He shrugged. "Still not hitting on much." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.
The Squirt stuck his tongue out at him. "Meanie." He grumbled.
He rolled his eyes again. "You're six, right?"
The Squirt nodded, giving him a suspicious look. "And a half. Why?"
"Well, I've been wondering what six years of a trained clone fights like." He arched an eyebrow at the Squirt expectantly.
The Squirt's grin returned full force. "Fights like a dream, big bro." The little boy winked at him impishly. "Or a nightmare, depending on who you ask."
He shrugged. "Ah, I dunno, squirt…but I guess you are my clone, so you might have a couple good moves." He said, smirking.
The grin widened. "I'm just as modest as you, too." The Squirt said, putting petite hands on his hips. "So if you don't mind fighting a kid, I don't mind kicking your butt and showing you why Methuss wanted to make me evil."
He chuckled. "Hey, you are as modest as me!" He said, tweaking the Squirt's ear.
"Dudes, I wanna know what dictionary you guys are readin' from if you think that's modest." The Comic Relief said, looking from him to his clone and back again.
The Squirt giggled. "Any dictionary, silly! You can't get much more modest than us!" The boy said, looking up at him. "Right, big bro?"
"Right, squirt." He agreed. "Now then, to the gym, and we'll see who's kicking whose butt!"
The Sorceress smirked. "I'll referee. I'm not going to miss seeing you get beat up by a six and a half year old." She said.
The Squirt let out a shrill laugh while he frowned at her. "Oi!"
"Hey, don't blame her! It's not her fault she knows a winner when she sees one!" The Squirt said, trying (not very hard) and failing to restrain his laughter.
"Are you calling me a loser, squirt?" He asked.
The Squirt's grin (if it was at all possible at this point) widened even more. "Maybe, maybe not."
"I can definitely tell he's your clone, Red." Cyborg snickered.
"What was your first clue, metal man?" He asked, sneering. "The shocking good looks, or the witty repartee?"
"Back to what you guys said earlier—it's the whole shared-modesty thing." Cyborg said.
"Dudes! Confused, here!" The Comic Relief shouted, throwing his arms in the air exasperatedly.
"So what else is new?" He asked, and looked down at the Squirt, who had echoed his words.
The Squirt slapped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide and filled with confusion as he looked up at him. "I d-didn't mean to say that." The boy sputtered, sounding slightly frightened.
"Don't worry about it." He said with a shrug.
"B-but it just came out! I've n-never said anything without m-meaning to anymore!" The Squirt said, looking on the verge of a complete breakdown as his eyes filled with tears.
He patted the Squirt's shoulder awkwardly. "Hey, calm down. It's no big deal."
"But I…I…I…" The Squirt burst into tears.
"Whoa, squirt, don't start with the waterworks! Seriously, it isn't anything to cry over!" He said.
Before anything else could be said, the window was shattered, making them all cover themselves with their arms as glass sprinkled over them.
"Well, this comes as no surprise." Sneered one of the Original's clones. "Nemo is crying again."
The Squirt wiped his eyes quickly, glaring at the four super clones and the Boy. "Shut up!"
"And what'll you do if I don't, wuss?" The clone asked, smirking.
"Quiet, Three. We didn't come here for him." The Boy said.
The clone scowled and opened his mouth to say something else.
"I said quiet, Three, and I meant right now, not when you feel like it." The Boy said, giving the clone a significant look. "You don't really want to try my patience, do you?"
The clone shut his mouth and said nothing.
"That's what I thought." The Boy looked at them. "We tried this the easy way, Dawson. I'll give you and Maxwell one more chance to surrender before we use force."
"They aren't going to surrender and I'd like to see you try to force anyone to do anything, Neo." The Squirt said, crouching into a fighting stance.
The Boy rolled his eyes. "Very cute, Nemo. Four, get rid of him, please."
"My pleasure." The aforementioned clone grinned maliciously, and seemed to disappear for a moment, reappearing in front of the Squirt and picking him up with ease, throwing him towards the broken window. "Bye-bye, brat."
The Squirt twisted in the air, landing just at the edge of the window. "Are you kidding me?" He asked, hand on his hip. "What am I, a civilian?"
"Nah—chopped liver!" Four replied, disappearing again.
"Don't try pulling the same trick twice, Four, it didn't work the first time and it's not working now, either." The Squirt said as he leapt up and over Four's head as the clone appeared in front of him again and kicked him, sending him out of the window.
"Why you little—"
"Shut it, Three." The Boy said. "I see you've been practicing, Nemo."
"I was on the streets, not vacationing, dummy." The Squirt replied.
The Boy smirked and looked at the clones. "You three gather Four and go back to the apartment. I'll take care of Nemo, and we'll come back for Dawson and Prime later."
Three started to say something, but one of the other two clones cut him off. "Alright."
The Boy nodded and turned back to them with a decidedly disconcerting smile as the super clones disappeared.
"Why don't you just leave, Neo?" The Squirt asked.
The Boy glanced over his shoulder, as if to make sure the clones were gone, then looked back at them, smile gone. "Nemo, I want you to run." He said.
(THE RUSH)