Hello, Fanfictioners all! I've been away in my great-gran's cabin on the coast of Oregon. No internet, no power, almost no hints of modern society for miles. Peaceful, I guess :P Anyways, I'll tried to make this chapter the default length because of the short chapter 2. I hope you like it. *Theme song music plays* (PS: The Asher Faye show is not in any way related to Teen Titans, my story, FanFiction, or anything else in the DC universe)

Titans Tower

The Titans were scattered, devastated, and bloodthirsty. After Night's message to Titans Tower, the team just sat on their plush sofa in shock, then freaked out. Beast Boy said, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO! HOW?! Dude, do you know how much that thing was?!" then started to cry, (He spent an incredibly long time saving up for his exclusive Mega Monkeys controller,) Starfire flew toward her room, the door wasn't fast enough this time to avoid getting plowed down. A scream followed that literally made a cup on the table explode in superheated green shards, followed a string of alien speech that were probably very rude Tamaranean words. Raven paled so she almost looked pure-white, then various things in the living room and kitchen flew out the window. She stormed off through one of her portals muttering, "Stupid … went in my room … Azar curse him … idiotic … skinworm spell ..." etc. Cyborg suddenly looked violated, then ran out of the room.

As for Robin, he walked over to the wall and punched it so hard, it exposed the drywall and ironworks. He then sat down on the couch and rested his head in his hands in shame. How had that lunatic known about that photo? Even more important, how did he bypass the suitcase lock?

The Flying Graysons photograph from when he was a young boy still in the circus was one of his most sacred and personal possessions. It was his only relic from when his family was alive. Before he was trained by Bruce and was a Titan. So much had changed since then . . .

Robin shook the thoughts from his head. Right now he needed to focus. He needed to gather information on this 'Night' guy. He ran over to the computer and did a search on Asher Faye.

Night's Hideout

Night was sitting on his chair eating an apple. The plan had worked perfectly. The Titans were enraged. Rage is a weakness. It makes people blind to what they should be seeing. And the Titans were easy to manipulate when enraged.

The only so-called, 'Titan' he respected was Raven. She knew how to keep her emotions under control. He also considered her to be the most powerful Titan. The daughter of an intergalactic demon tyrant? Forget about it. The others were weak, and they will undoubtedly fall.

His thoughts were interrupted by a person coming in through the door. Night quickly covered his face with his scarf and hood and tossed the apple over his shoulder.

The person who came through the door was also dressed in black and grey, with a cape ripped at the end. He was lean and fit, like Night, with a white mask in the shape of a skull on his face, with a red cross across the eye. Another cross was on his chest.

"Alright," Red X said. "I don't usually take contracts for mystery men, but you said you had some of the Titans' stuff. Make this fast."

"Fine, come over here," Night replied. "I expect you will be pleased with what I have."

Titans Tower

"Ok team. I gathered lots of info on Night, and I have some notes on where he might be hiding. It should be accurate, since it came from various journals and police records, including some darker sources, but they're all from Rome, so it'll all be in italian, but we can just use our translation software."

Robin had gathered all of the Titans in the ops room after he did a little digging. He was surprised at what he found. He was born in Rome, where his mother had died upon birthing him. His father, Nathan Faye, moved to Florence in hopes of scoring a better job. He didn't. Life was hard. His father made just enough money to feed the two of them. They lived in an old shack they built themselves out of a fallen tree that baked in the summer and froze in the winter. And, just to rub salt in the wound, their shack was on the base of a hill on the other side of a huge three-story mansion with a pool, four balconies, and enough raw luxury to keep a family of nine ecstatic for the rest of their lives.

By the time Asher was twelve, his dad was getting greedy. A few days before, a nice family took pity on the two men and let them stay at their house. It was a simple, single-story house, with a basement, two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room, but for the Fayes, it was like paradise. So his dad started crossing the line to the darker side of the law. He stole, scammed, and cheated his way to more money.

But that all stopped when people got wise.

Nathan and Asher awoke one morning to the sound of lots of seriously ticked-off people. They opened their shack door to find an angry mob being led by police officers. People in the mob were holding baseball bats, wooden planks, and water guns. A few even had knives. One had a pair of huge daggers in each hand.

Nathan told Asher to run, run as fast as he could for as long as he could. Asher obeyed with a tearful final, "Arrivederci!" to his father. His last sight of his dad was him in handcuffs receiving punches to the face.

Afterwards, An envoy from the League of Assassins spotted a crying Asher on the streets. The envoy saw his potential and took him to the League of Assassins outpost in Rome, where he was given clearance to take the boy to Talia al Ghul for special training, where he learned most of his skills. Some techniques he knew were from the great Lady Shiva, whose hand-to-hand combat skills rivaled Batman's.

Asher was assigned to Jump City, where he carved out a name for himself eliminating threats to his league. He was eventually brought before Ra's al Ghul, the leader of the League, who told Asher to kill him in order to make Asher the new leader. Asher refused, which resulted in him to be excommunicated from the League of Assassins. He became a mercenary, one to rival Slade.

After Robin told Asher's tale to the Titans, he received concerned looks and impatient gestures. "Well? You said you had information on where he was. Where is he?" Raven said.

Robin made a slow down gesture. "First of all, they're only hunches, so they probably won't be one-hundred percent accurate. Second, we need a plan of attack. You saw how easy he beat us. I think we need an extra teammate. At least, only temporary."

"Who?" Beast Boy said. "All of the villains hate us. And we can't call the honorary Titans. They're too far away. Besides, this is personal. Who will we call?"

Robin grimaced. "I have an idea. I don't like it. In fact, it disgusts me. But I think it's our only option. There's only one guy who has the skills, intelligence, and cunning to take down Night. Chances are, Red X will be there, so we'll need the added muscle to beat him too."

"Well then who?" Starfire said.

"SLADE?! Are you kidding me? Robin, we would have a better chance waiting for Titans East! Man, that plan is just insane!"

Robin anticipated this reaction. Lucky for him, he had reasons to back up his plan.

"Cyborg, Slade is our only option. He's evil, untrustworthy, and a lunatic. But he's our best bet for getting our stuff back. Do you really want Red X looking through your system blueprints?"

Cyborg was silent.

"Look, guys," Robin turned toward his team. "we've all had personal things taken from us. In fact, I want to beat him bloody and take his mask. But right now, we need to put all that behind us and bring this lunatic to justice. We're the Teen Titans, and this is what we do. Who's with me?"

Everyone put their hands up.

Robin grinned.

(Think the scene in The Avengers that shows the team getting ready for their battle with Loki and suiting up)

Slade's Hideout

Slade watched as five familiar teens walked through his door. A tan, fire-haired girl, a tall, half-man half-robot, a young, green-skinned boy, a small pale girl wrapped in a violet cloak, and a black-haired boy with a mask and short cape.

"Titans, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Slade said.

Robin stepped forward. "We need your help."

Sorry for the late upload. Please review! I haven't gotten much. Critiques, praises, and suggestions are all welcome! Just PM me if you need anything concerning the story. Peace!