Summary: Follow the adventures of Slack, Red, Lightlad, Tag, Blizkid and Sev members of the newly organized Teen Titans H.C defending Hallow City from the perilous dangers it faces day-in-day-out. They'll have to face an assorted array of villains including, A psychotic gang lead by a team of super powered teens, a deadly bounty hunter with a mysterious link to one of the Titans, a bloodthirsty werewolf willing to turn any one in his way into a midnight snack and a multi billion dollar genetics corporation that's not all that it seems to be to name a few. But their most dangerous threats come from facing and overcoming each others assorted pasts as a team. Expect tons of guest appearances by the original Titans as well as other D.C. Comics heroes and villains.


Welcome back folk's, it's your favorite author who carries the title of Captain. That's right, It's the one, the only...The Captain J.T. Wolfe! I'm back from the depths of snow covered Canada with a chapter so hot off the presses, I had to freeze my computer in liquid ice to stop it from overheating and melting the core of the earth.

As Alway's, I'll be your host in wasting the next ten to fifteen minutes of your lives with an Up-To-Date report of what's been gone down in my hood during my extended absence.

Firstly: I apoligize for the lateness of this chapter (I usually try to make my chapters come out once a week, if not once every two weeks). I had stupid ass Exams which seriously slowed down the, Writing, editing and posting portions of this story. But now that Exams are over I've got all the time in the world to work on the next chapter, which, hopefully, should be completed and posted faster than this chapter was.

Secondly: This is the final (And I mean it this time) part of the three parter. It's double the lenght of the last chapter (Story wise) and was going to be split into two different parts, but I figured, you fine folks didn't want to wait another two weeks for Part 4, so here it is...the last part of my first Story Arc.

Thirdly: I'd like to thank, Splint, Dragontwin and Uberscribe for reviewing last chapter. You dude's can give yourselves a pat on the back knowing that you're reviews, do, and always will, keep this story alive.

Forthly: Of all the chapters I've written, I can honestly say this is one of my favorites (With the last chapter being the first), It's rich in Asskickin Action, dangerous levels of drama, a small slice of Romance and some a bigger slice of implied romance (You'll understand what I mean when you read it).

Fifthly: I'm look in for some idea's for 'extra' chapters. I already have the story pretty much mapped out but I need some 'filler' inbetween certain chapters to keep the flow going, otherwise this story will be over pretty damn quickly, and I know that's not what any you fine folks out there want. If you any ideas for the story please don't hesitate to tell me, You'll be getting full credit for the idea and the chapter will be dedicated in your honour. Any one willing to apply for the 'job' can either PM me their ideas or leave their idea in a review, all idea's are appreciated and encourged...and no this isn't a cheesy way for me to get reviews...though it is a good idea.

Sixthly: I saved the best news for last, that's right, I got my 360 fixed. Of course by Fixed what I really mean was I took it into Best Buy who gave me a free replacement one...I bring this up only because of how concerened I know you folks were last chapter. Well now you can rest at night knowing that my Xbox is fixed.

Finally: A disclaimer. I do not own any of the Teen Titans, Jump City or any other D.C. property owned in this non-profit work of fiction (As much as I'd like to). What I do own are the characters Slack, Red, Tag, Lightlad, Blizkid and Sev, Hallow City, the plot to this story and any other nonDC comics owned property in this chapter...unless it falls under other copyright issues, in which case I do not own it.

Now that that's over with. Please sit back, kick up ya' slack's and prepare to be blown away by Chapter 6: Part 3
The Good with the Bad.


Chapter 6: Part 3
The Good with the Bad

Lightlad awoke to the feeling of a warm, soft and wet object brush across his face gently, taking with it the intense pain that he felt across his face. Slowly and painfully opened his eyes to see Tag, with a semi-smile on her face, slowly brushing his face with a wet blood soaked cloth, he smiled at her as she cupped his chin in her hand and slowly stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"We almost lost you" She said softly, wiping the cloth across his forehead, he frowned at the pain this action caused as the cloth wiped over a large gash on his forehead.

"I was beat that bad?" he asked as Tag finished wiping away the blood on his forehead, she nodded lightly, to answer his question before helping him to sit up, allowing him to get a good look around at his current location.

He, as well as Tag, Red and Sev, were sitting and standing around what he assumed to be, the medical bay, this came idea came from the sight of medical cabinets along the long white and blue walls as well as the several beds covered by white sheets that lay across the room. Behind each bed stood a large clump of medical machines, each one Lightlad recognized, they were all used in hospitals to keep patients alive on life support.

To his right stood a shirtless Red, who gritting his teeth as Sev, who stood underneath his right arm, wrapping a thick white bandage around his shoulder slowly, the damage from the wound was hidden behind the thin layer of bandage already applied to his shoulder, though a thick red blood stain had drenched through part of the bandage.

"Do you really have to wrap them that tightly" He asked in an irritated tone, his shoulder already hurt beyond the point of belief and the bandage wrapped around it didn't help to decrease the pain.

"Sissy" Sev said, purposely wrapping the next layer of bandage tighter than the last, Red gritted his teeth and huffed heavily before turning his attention to Lightlad.

"I see your up" he said as Sev placed the remainder of the bandage on the counter beside Red and moved away from him and towards the sink. He spun the small knob and a small stream of steaming warm water came out from the tap, he placed both hand underneath the flow and washed the blood from both of them.

"How long was I out?" Lightlad asked rubbing the back of his head; Red grappled the bandages off the table, brought his tail up to his face and wrapped a thick layer of bandage around the newly created 'tip' of his tail, which was coated by a fleshy red gash.

"About an hour" Red said bringing his tail down to the floor, as it swept across the floor lightly, Red grinned inwardly.

"An hour and twenty two minutes" Tag corrected him lightly, Red rolled his eyes and grabbed a brown bandage off the table to his right, using both hands he applied the bandage to left side of his head where the damage to his temple had been received, he grinned as he placed the bandage on his head and groaned slightly at the pain it caused.

"Where are the rest of the team?" Lightlad asked as he attempted to get out of his bed, Tag quickly rushed to his side and lay him back in the bed gently, rubbing his forehead as she did, he smiled lightly and rested back in the bed.

"Blizkid's playing video games, I think he's trying to take his mind off of what happened. Slack…I think she's in her room, she said something earlier about it being 'her fault', but I don't know, that's just what I heard" Sev said, from where he stood Red gave Sev a questioning look before silently exiting the room.

To Lightlad's right Tag dabbed the crimson stained wash cloth in a small bucket of water by her feet. She squeezed the cloth tightly, ridding it of all the blood it had captured on his face, before running it over his left arm slowly.

"I'm gonna give you a shot that'll help with the healing" Sev said, he stood beside Red with both of his arms in the open medical cabinet above his head, he pulled down a small bin full of bottles, boxes and plastic syringes, he pulled out a syringe, stabbed it into one of the open bottles and withdrew a small amount of white bubbly liquid into the needle

"Arm please" Sev said, Lightlad looked at him questioningly, to his right Tag gave him a small nod, Lightlad sighed and reluctantly held his arm out.

"This might hurt" he said as he slowly began to insert the needle into one of his veins, Lightlad grinned at the pain it caused, he hated needles, seeing, touching or just being around them, it was a phobia that he'd lived with ever since he'd been given his first one as a child.

Sev continued to insert the needle's contents into Lightlad's arm; who began to feel the wounds across his body start to burn like Sev was holding a lighter underneath them. This new sensation hurt almost as much as when he'd first received them, he gritted his teeth as the burning feeling increased; increasing the amount of pain he was in at the moment.

"What the hell is in that?" Lightlad asked, trying to maintain a calm exterior as apposed to his energetic and pain filled interior, both feelings a cause of the burning sensation which continued to increase, causing him a great deal of pain.

"It's an experimental mix of antibiotics; adrenaline and pain killers…the combo should help heal your wounds quickly. According to the X-ray's we took earlier nothing inside you is broken, though your ribs are seriously fractured, this should heal them, I'd say, if you were up to it, you'd be able to fight again today" Sev said "Unfortunately this shot will stings like a mother for at least a good twenty to thirty minutes. The good news is it'll put you to sleep…which'll help with the healing" He added in as he withdrew the needle from Lightlad's arm, Lightlad sighed and relaxed in his bed, all of the sudden he was feeling extremely tired.

"See that wasn't too hard was it?" Tag said softly, Lightlad smirked and held himself back from saying something rude to her, which wasn't that hard of a task as he could hardly think of anything impolite to say to her, all he could think of were nice things, things that he'd not normally say around anyone but her.

"Yeah" was all he was able to muster up in response, Tag smiled and continued washing his wounds while he began to slowly doze off into a state of unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, three floors above the medical bay Slack sat on her bed with her head rested gently in her arms, her mind kept wrapping itself around various ideas, questions and theories that she had, questions like why didn't Cain kill her and the rest of them? And just who was Cain? Was Hoffman involved?

Suddenly the door to the room was wished open, bringing to her view the shadowed figure of Red standing in her doorway, he stood silently for a minute before Slack broke the awkward silence.

"You can come in if you'd like" Slack said standing up, from where he stood Red smiled and walked in slowly, entering the room exposed his body to the light, Slack saw the many bandages wrapped around his body and felt even more guilt for what she knew to be her fault.

"I just you'd want to know that Lightlad's up…Sev's fixing him as we speak. He should be battle ready soon" Red said taking a seat in a blue velvet chair that sat to the right of her bathroom. Slack smiled lightly, both at the good news and at Red.

Red looked around her room with a cat's curiosity, stopping every now and then to admire a piece of art on the walls or something that struck his fancy, which they're happened to be many of in the room.

"This is a nice place you have here" He said, complementing both her taste in room's as well as decorations, she smiled, again it was only lightly. Red saw that something was really upsetting her, and he knew exactly what it was.

"In case you were wondering, I came here to make sure you knew that this whole thing isn't your fault" Red said standing up in the chair and walking towards Slack was about to argue with him about how she could have done more, but Red cut her off, not rudely but with enough force for her to know that he wouldn't take her argument seriously.

"Slack, I know you think you could have done more, but there was nothing you, or any of us could have done…so please don't take it out on yourself. Take it from me, living with guilt over something you had no control over, It just tears you up inside and leaves you, well…..like me" Red said in a defeated and downtrodden tone of voice, similar to the tone of voice one would use after a tragedy.

Slack could tell two things from his statement: One, he used too, or still did, live with an unstable amount of guilt on his conscience, for what she couldn't be too sure, and Two: he was starting to express himself more, to get his feelings more out in the open, something she realized as a cause of her tutelage.

Slack smiled to herself, though unlike the previous two times, this was an actual, happy smile, she stared at Red for a minute, he sat starring frowningly at the floor, she smiled as she made her next move, quickly she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him into a deep hugging embrace.

"Thanks for letting showing me the light" she said, Red nodded his head and smiled slightly.

"Any time" he said breaking off the hug gently before standing up and offering her a hand up, she graciously accepted and the two walked out of the room quietly, both stopping to stare at the other every five or so steps, though this action went unnoticed by the opposite for the entire duration of their walk.

Several hours passed by as Lightlad slept off his wounds, Tag was constantly switching between two places, the first was being directly by his side, to either wash away the remnants of his healing wounds, he'd constantly babble in his sleep, most of the things he said were the product of his sleepy composure, though some of the things he said in his sleep like state made her blush, one such statement, which Tag found both complementing and at the same time embarrassing, included a two sided conversation with himself regarding his team-mates, where he constantly called Tag "His Beautiful teleporter".

One floor above Tag and Lightlad's heads, Sev, Slack and Red sat around a blue tinted table going over the facts they'd learned from their encounter. On the table sat a small set of blueprints to Hallow City's First, a variety of photo's of each apprehended suspect from the crime scene and four blank photo's all four of which had names written in them.

"So, what do we know?" Sev asked as he went through the various photos of the perpetrators of the bank robbery, he thumbed through them quickly before tossing them on the table like a deck of cards.

"We know that this heist was intentional and probably created to draw us out" Red said grabbing one of the blank photos with "Lizard" written on it in permanent marker.

"We also know that four of the suspects, the ones with powers, escaped without taking any of the money in the safe" Slack added in.

"Right…so maybe they were just there to draw us…err….you guy's out. Maybe the money was a bonus for them and since the cops showed up they couldn't take it…just throwing things out here" Sev said.

"We also have some names….Cain, Lizard, Fox and I think Lightlad said something about someone named "Quake" in one of his rants" Sev said picking each blank picture off the table and making a square with their pictures.

"You try putting any of their names in the computer database?" Red asked. Sev looked dumbfounded.

"No I did not" he said in a dumbfounded tone of voice, why hadn't he thought of that?

"Well…" Red said, Sev smiled and slid his chair towards the 'crime-puter' and quickly dashed his fingers across the black keyboard, he sat for a moment, tapping his fingers loudly on the table in front of him while the computer loaded his search.

Several minutes passed before the computer loaded a bright white page in the form of an online I.D card, Sev quickly scanned over the 'card', reading each important highlight he found in the text, he finished reading quickly and pressed a small white button on the otherwise black keyboard.

To the left of Slack and Red a small white printer was brought to life and a series of white papers began to eject from its core, bringing with them a 'breee-breee-breee' like sound.

The files finished printing shortly after they'd started, Sev wheeled his chair to them, picked them up and laid them across the table, Slack and Red stared questioningly at him.

"Well?" Red asked, Lightlad sighed, rolled his eyes, picked up the first piece of paper and began to read it aloud.

"Name: Joseph Hoffman. Aliases: Cain, Kane. Age: 18. Criminal offences: Two counts of conspiracy to commit robbery, One count of attempted robbery and two counts of armed robbery….it also goes on to list his height, weight and eye colour, but I doubt you'd care to know about that" Sev said with a smirk.

From where she sat Slack smiled wholeheartedly and it showed on her face, which was bright up with a bright red glow, not a blush, but a glow of success, she'd just been told great news that could not only help her find Cain, but also link Hoffman to the crimes he'd committed.

"Now this one's a good one. Name: Preston Hayes. Aliases: Ox, Quake. Age: 20. Criminal offences: Two counts of armed robbery, Two counts attempted robbery and three cases of assault, one of which was with a deadly weapon….this guy isn't playing around" Sev said reading the second paper from the printer.

Red could definitely understand why Lightlad was in the medical bay recovering from multiple body wounds and fractures; his opponent was a crazed psychopath.

"Another one. Name: Jennifer Fawkes. Aliases: Fox. Age: 18. Criminal offences: One counts of armed robbery, one count of attempted robbery and…uh, one count of sexual assault…against a uh, eighteen year old female bank teller…though the charge was apparently dismissed shortly after it went to court…doesn't say why that was, though" Sev said, which he found hard to do, sexual assault was a serious thing, not that armed robbery wasn't, but sexual assault was practically rape…thought it was tossed out.

He wondered why this was to himself as he tossed the paper into the pile of three which sat neatly on the table. He picked up the final paper and began to read it.

"Name: William "Willy" Pariah. Aliases: Lizard, Los Lobos…don't really get that one-"Sev said in confusion before continuing to read Lizard's paper. "-Age: 18. Criminal offences: One count of armed robbery, one count attempted robbery and three counts of assault with a deadly weapon" Sev read before dropping the paper to the floor.

"Something they all have in common, aside from them all working together, is that they were all bailed out of jail, on each offence, by none other than our suit and tie wearing friend, Dennis Hoffman" Sev said, Slack smiled again at the knowledge they'd just learned.

"Well, now we know what were up against a group of practically untouchable rejects who rob, steal, rape and assault those who stand in their way...luck surely does favour us" Red said sarcastically with a smile, Slack couldn't help but smile at his smarmy comment, Red noticed this and his smile only increased.

Just then the noise of three sets of feet slowly walking towards the trio could be heard, all three turned their heads to face the bringer of the noise.

In the hallway to the right of the table stood Tag and Blizkid with their arms wrapped around Lightlad in an effort to support him, Lightlad was without his costume, instead he wore a pair of blue jeans and a baggy T-shirt, which concealed the bandages wrapped around his waist.

"How are you feeling?" Slack asked, Lightlad gave her a fake thumb's up before speaking.

"Like a rematch" he said cockily, Slack smirked at his enthusiasm, straight out of the medical bay and he was already looking for a rematch…she had to admire commitment to the team.

"Is that wise?" Slack asked Sev. Sev shrugged his shoulders, stared quickly at Lightlad, then at Slack and spoke up.

"The narcotics I gave him should rapidly heal his body for the next twelve hours, but I can't advise him to take drastic movements or hard landings, his ribs are still very fragile and will take the longest time to heal out of his whole body. Again I wouldn't advise it, but since I'm sure I can't stop you, I'll just say don't pull any John Woo jumps. You're not Superman you know" Sev said, Lightlad smiled and turned to Tag.

"I can be ready in twenty minutes" He said, Tag frowned, she didn't want him to get any more injured, but like Sev said and she knew, if he wanted to do something there was no stopping him, she looked at him and nodded her head slightly.

"Alright!" he said in enthusiasm before quickly rushing off towards the elevator.

At the same time both Blizkid and Tag grabbed seats around the table, Blizkid sitting beside Red and Tag beside Slack, Red smirked at Blizkid before rubbing his hair roughly.

"Were have you been?" he asked as he finished roughing up Blizkid's hair, Blizkid brushed Red's hand off his head lightly.

"I was playing video games" he said, Red smiled and brought his hand back to his body.

"Kid, you sure you're up to this?" he asked in a serious tone, he'd seen Blizkid get hurt once and didn't wish to see a scene like that again. Blizkid was like the teams mascot, he was cute and cuddly, not rough and unlovable like himself, and he hated to see him as the enemy's punching bag.

"Yeah, I can do it" Blizkid said with pride in his voice. Red placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him dead in the eye, his face no longer held the cocky and conceited look it had before, but it a serious one it its place.

"Do me a favour; try not to get hurt…OK?" Red asked, in response Blizkid nodded his head.

"I'll try" Blizkid said, Red smiled.

"That's all I ask" Red said.

Half an hour later Lightlad came bolting through of the elevator doors, dressed in a fresh costume and sporting a cocky and challenging look on his face.

"So, we gonna do this? Cause I'm lookin' to show Quake a rematch that'll have him crying to what ever sorry sons-of-bitches call him 'son'." he said with an over abundance of enthusiasm, cockiness and sarcasm in his voice.

"Slow down they're Rocky. We still haven't figured where the hell their staying at" Red said calming Lightlad down a tad, though he still held considerable amount of anger and enthusiasm in his movements.

"Sev, see if you can find any thing under the name Joseph Hoffman" Slack said, Sev smiled and tapped the keys of his keyboard, this went on for a short time before a blank white page was brought up on the screen. Sev quickly skimmed it over, highlighted a few sections of the page and spun his chair around to face the others.

"Looks like our Mr. Hoffman Jr. Recently purchased a lease on one: Five Forty One Evergreen Terrace. A nice luxurious two storied office, warehouse crossover, which previously belonged to the now defunct Trevor Miller Company" Sev said.

From where she sat Slack smiled, they had a place, a practical date and a target, now all they needed was a heads-up.

"Is there any way you could check to see if that's where their staying right now?" Slack asked, Sev rolled his chair backwards towards the computer, tapped a few buttons on his keyboard and pasted the copied information from the previous site into a search engine, this action brought up a black screen, Sev stared at it intently for a moment before ushering the others closer to him with his index and middle finger.

Onscreen a large black distilled image of an office building could be seen, the office had a small hanger like warehouse attached to the side of the building as well as a two story office beside it, from what they could see, it appeared as if the two were connected to each other.

"This is a plain view of the building using the Omega One Satellite orbiting Hallow City. If I use the infrared scanners we should be able to get a thermal vision of the inside of the building. People and any objects warm enough, should emit a reddish yellow glow, any thing cold will remain a solid blue. It's like that movie Predator" Sev said before tapping a few buttons on the keyboard, suddenly the entire picture became distilled and the dark black colour image on the screen changed to a bright wavy blue, with several dozen watery specs of yellow and red, four of which were tall and continuously moved around the building.

"Now several of the yellow and red specs look small enough to be computers or small electronics, which, in theory, should emit a large enough amount of heat for them to be picked up, as for these four bigger blobs…their definitely human. My best guess would be that it's them" Sev said.

"So, we have a target, what do we do next?" Red asked.

"Next, we go get the bad guys" Slack said with a smile.

The darkness of the Ten O'clock night hid the large white and blue office building and shielded it from the eyes of any of those who watched the area, replacing it's image with a light black and dark blue building that looked less like an office and more like a small prison complex. The building was surrounded by a silver wire framed fence which stretched a good twelve feet up and was covered by a series of sharp round wires, rendering the fence un-climbable. The night also hid the halfway open grey garage door which led into the warehouse.

The Inside of the building was a complete mess, tables and cubicle walls were tossed into a pile in the corner of the room, leaving only five of the once twelve cubicles still standing and operational. Hundreds of pieces of white paper lay sprawled across the floor, like artificial snow covering the artificial grass, which in this case would be the carpet and to top it off several bookshelves lay on the floor tarnished and practically destroyed with the books they held tossed across the top of the shelves.

In a small office attached to the back of the room, Cain stood behind a thick wooden desk which had "Boss Man" and an arrow pointing towards him, crudely carved into the surface of the desk, the handiwork of one of Lizards blades.

Cain held a small black cell phone in his left hand, the device rested against his ear gently; his face had a large angered grin on it, he listened half-heartedly as his uncle and boss, Dennis Hoffman, shouted at him for his earlier failure.

"Yes-…I understand but-, Ok well at least-….Look I realize it's my fault but what could I d-…." Cain said into the device, being constantly cut off by Hoffman whose abusive and abrasive voice came out of the other end of the phone loud enough that Fox, who sat in one of the three leather recliners in the room, could hear his voice from the other end of the line.

"Ok-Ok….yeah….alright bye" Cain said pressing the off button on his phone before tossing it angrily across the room.

"Damn it! Son-of-a-bitch!" he shouted in anger, kicking his right foot into the second leather recliner, which spun across the room before slamming into a half empty book shelf, knocking books off of it.

Outside his door Quake sat in a large leather chair with his feet up and rested gently on a tall lavender desk, his attention was turned towards a large flat screen TV atop the desk which displayed a series of bright and red flashes along with loud Hip-Hop music.

Suddenly the door to the office was slammed open harshly, strong enough for the small glass window to shatter against the wall as it did. Cain emerged from the room angrily. Quake turned his head towards him and raised his eyebrows.

"Trouble?" he asked, Cain glared angrily at him for a moment.

"What do you think" He said angrily before stomping across the room in a violent pace, he made it to a book shelf, placed a hand on the side of it and with one quick movement threw the shelf to the ground, shaking the room with the blow.

"Maybe you should calm down" Quake suggested from where he sat, Cain glared at him.

"You think" He said sarcastically, Quake gave a concerned look before turning his attention away from Cain, back towards the TV. Sometimes all Cain needed to do was vent his anger, something Quake did by brawling with Lizard.

"God damn Hoffman, always thinking about himself, I could have died, and does he care, no! And those god damn Titans, why couldn't I have just killed them, It would of made things so much easier" He shouted in anger, his comments directed at no one in particular.

"You might just get another chance to" Lizard's snake like voice hissed from the shadowed corner of the room. Cain turned his attention towards the area, Lizard sat in a brown arm chair with his head tilted out the window, as Cain approached him he pointed his arm towards a series of large black shadows which smoothly moved across the metal ground surrounding the complex.

"How can you tell it's them?" He asked, Lizard smirked, exposing his sharp fanged teeth, a sight that would disgust most who looked upon him. Fortunately Cain and the others had grown accustomed to it over the period of time in which he'd had them.

"Good eyes" He hissed sinisterly, Cain watched as Lizards pupils narrowed in on the teens, narrowing down to two small slits which resembled cat's eyes.

"It's them alright" he said, his eyes focused on a larger shadow which, unbeknownst to Cain, belonged to the body of Red, Lizard growled to himself as he rubbed his right hand over his left arm.

"Great they found us" Cain said tossing his arms into the air in defeat, this couldn't get any worse, not only was Hoffman not paying his Cruz or his men's bail all of whom had been captured during the police's raid on the bank, but he was threatening to cut off his source of payment, meaning The Reapers would have to find another source of income.

"We could take 'em" Quake said from his seat, both Lizard and Cain turned towards him, Cain smiled, recalling his earlier fight with Slack, he'd certainly be able to pull off those kinds of moves again and this time he wouldn't hesitate to kill her.

"Well then if were going to take them, we're going to need a plan won't we?" Cain said with a malicious smile, the other two villains followed suit and smiled along with him.

The Titans stood at the entrance to the building; a large grey metal door was the only object standing between them and their enemies, Slack looked at the door questioningly, it had "Reapers Turf" crudely spray painted on it with dark red spray paint.

"I wonder who lives here" Lightlad said sarcastically, Red smirked and placed a palm on the door roughly, he pushed his palm against the door to test how thick the door was. He only had to push for a second before he was met with heavy resistance; this door was not only thick but blocked from the inside.

"Well, were not getting in from here any time soon" Red said removing his hand from the door, Slack stared silently at Red for a minute, then tilted her head to the left, where she was met with the sight of the back entrance.

"Hey, Tag couldn't you like teleport us inside?" Lightlad asked, from where she stood Tag gently shook her head from side to side.

"My powers don't work like that" she said softly, the others stood looking at her curiously.

"I can only teleport to where I can see, otherwise I could land us in the middle of nowhere, or a wall, or worse" she said, saying the last part extremely quietly.

"Me and Lightlad will go around back and see if we can find you three another entrance inside" Red said, Lightlad stared questioningly at him.

"We will?" He asked, Red turned to face him and nodded.

"Yeah, we will" he said, Lightlad rolled his eyes and looked at Tag, who had a pleading look upon her face, he sighed and raised his head.

"Alright, we'll do it" he said, Red smiled.

"Besides, what's the worst that could happen?" Red asked, Lightlad rolled his eyes, he could think of at least ten things that could happen and those just involved the two of them being alone with Red.

As the two walked to the other side of the building Slack, Tag and Blizkid began looking for another way into the building, they turned a corner and came to a small parking lot, with several small cars, all of which were destroyed beyond the point of repair as well as heavily vandalized.

The group walked through the parking lot slowly, as they continued past several of the destroyed and vandalized cars they began to feel the eerie feeling of being watched, which Slack could tell was the case, though she didn't want to draw attention to the fact that she knew, instead she continued to walk through the parking lot, looking for a second entrance into the building.

On the opposite side of the building, Red and Lightlad stood before a half opened steel garage door which led to the inside of the dark and chillingly empty warehouse. The room, as far as the two could see, was dark and notably empty. Red knelt below the door to get a better look on the inside, his nocturnal vision being of great help at the moment.

Inside he saw various signs of abandonment, a large turned over black shelf, dozens of torn brown boxes and hundreds of damp papers scattered along the solid concrete floor. Red ducked his head under the door and in an instant vanished into the darkness; Lightlad followed this action, though more cautiously than Red had done, who knew what was inside there, there could be rats, spiders or worse….Quake.

Lightlad finished traveling into the warehouse and raised his body; he now stood in a completely dark and empty room, with only the light of the outside lamppost illuminating the floor of the room. He looked around for Red, who stood several steps in front of him, deeper into the darkness of the warehouse; he turned around to face Lightlad and frowned.

"Hurry the hell up" he said waving his arm in front of him, Lightlad was ready to give Red the middle finger when he began staring oddly at him, Red saw this and returned the odd stare.

"What?" he asked, just then a pair of thick arms shot out of the darkness and grappled Red's throat, strangling him roughly, before the arms hoisted him into the air.

From the darkness of the warehouse emerged Quake, who held onto Red' neck with both of his large fists, he smiled at Red, who tried to pry the giants fingers from around his neck, Quake only smirked and with one swift movement, drew his arms, and Red's body, back to his own body, before tossing him violently across the room.

Red flew in the air for a minute before landing roughly on the hard concrete floor; he attempted to stand up when a pair of thick blades struck into the small space of land beside both sides of the body, forming an 'X' shape which pinned him to the ground. Red tilted his head upwards to be met with the sight of Lizard's smirking face.

"Miss me?" he asked, Red grinned at him before kicking his left foot upwards, his foot connected with the top of Lizard's head knocking him backwards and loosening his blade's grip around Red's body, Red crawled out from underneath the blades and stood up quickly. Lizard pulled his blades from the ground and stood up so that the two were now face-to-face, something which made Red feel slightly uncomfortable as Lizard smelt like a mix of decaying flesh and, curiously, air freshener.

"I seem to remember you being shorter in the 'right arm' region last time we met" Red said with a smirk, Lizard grinned and brought his right arm up to in front of Red's face.

"You can slice him. You can dice him. But Lizard will just keep on coming" he said, gripping his fingers into a fist as the thick bone blade shot out of his forearm.

"Well then, I guess this time I'm gonna have to do more than slice and dice you" Red said.

Lizard brought his left knee behind his back and with one quick movement shot it out in front of him, kneeing Red in the stomach roughly; Red took several steps backwards and gripped his chest. Lizard swung his left blade horizontally at Red's throat, a move that if it succeeded would surely kill him, Red leaned back in time for the blade to narrowly avoid slicing his throat open, he regained his posture and kicked Lizard in the side of his chest, Lizard growled and swung both arms backwards, the left arm blade missing Red entirely, but the right arm blade slashed his right bicep, Red gritted his teeth and covered the wound with his right hand.

Lizard smirked and grabbed Red's head with both arms, Red punched his fists into Lizards chest as Lizard began to swing him around violently, finally Lizard let go of Red who now stood in a daze. Lizard smirked and kicked his left foot forwards, slamming it into Red's chest, a move which knocked the dazed Red several steps backwards.

Lizard took this time to rush forwards, both blades aimed at Red, Red managed to regain his posture in time to dodge Lizard stabbing his blades into his chest, instead Lizard's blades missed and impaled a large wooden box, rendering him stuck against the box. Red reached above his head and grappled the handle to a large metal box atop the shelf to the right of him, at the same time Lizard pulled his blades from the crate. Lizard took a swing with his right arm, the tip of his blade slicing lightly into Red's stomach; Red groaned and swung the box downwards, aiming it at Lizard's head. The box hit him on the top of the head with enough force to knock him to the floor as well as diminish the box into several metal scraps.

Meanwhile Lightlad had managed to slow Quakes assent on him by repeatedly blasting him with light-blasts, all of which seemed to have little to no affect on him, other than slowing him down.

Quake now stood before Lightlad, who aimed his hand at his head and fired a light blast, which burnt deep into Quake's shoulder, Quake, unaffected by the blast, smirked and shook his head sideways slowly; Lightlad swallowed back his fear as Quake dug his fingers into a fist. Quake swung his right arm forwards, punching Lightlad hard in the stomach, Lightlad coughed heavily and fell to one knee, Quake smiled and grappling him by the shoulders, he proceeded to lift him up into the air, Lightlad fought to break free but Quake only smiled and tossed him backwards strongly.

Lightlad flew like a rag doll through the air, as he flew he turned his head sideways to see Red give him a sympathetic look before tilting his head back towards Lizard.

Finally Lightlad's body came to a stop, slamming through a weak wooden door, cracking its wooden frame into several dozen splinters. Lightlad coughed heavily and tried to sturdy himself out, from what he could tell he was now in the office part of the building. Across the floor lay dozens of computer parts, monitors, computer base stations, keyboards, the works.

Lightlad scrambled to his feet and spun around to see Quake slowly walking towards him, Lightlad bent down and grabbed two of the monitors, one in each hand, before he flung the first one at Quake, the monitor spiralled through the air for a short time before it slammed into his Quake's left bicep, and falling to the floor roughly. It seemed not to cause him any damage at all as he did little more than flinch as it came in contact with his chest, he smirked and stomped his right foot through the monitor.

Lightlad pulled the second monitor behind his back, this time he was going to make sure he damaged Quake, he tossed it violently at Quake, who smirked, held his left hand out and managed to catch the monitor in it, Lightlad sighed, he really hated this part.

Back outside Slack, Tag and Blizkid continued through the parking lot, when a beam of greenish fog collided with Slack's waist, sending her flying towards one of the defaced cars, her body skidding on the hard concrete of the building, scrapping and damaging the back of her costume in the process.

Tag and Blizkid turned their heads towards the source of the blast, in the middle of the parking lot stood a grinning Fox, with bright green fog glowing from her arms.

"Well, hello again sweetie" she said in a cheery voice. Tag's face light up with a slight blush, though she tried to pretend like it hadn't. Behind her Blizkid's fore arms began to turn an icy blue and a small white mist began to rise from his arms.

"Don't even think about it!" she spat at Blizkid who stood with his arms at his sides. Fox moved her right arm in front of her, aiming her now green glowing arm directly at Blizkid's chest, he stood looking at her with a mix of a smirk and a smile, Fox glared angrily before firing the green fog at Blizkid.

Blizkid brought both arms in front of him as the blast drew closer; suddenly the white fog coming from his arms fell to the ground, summoning up a large block of ice the size of a refrigerator, the block acted as a shield protecting his body from the haze like blast, the blast instead hit the block of ice, causing the block to emit a bright green glow before exploding into hundreds of small ice shards.

Fox frowned, she hadn't expected him to do that, or much else but fall to the ground for the matter. She turned her attention towards Tag, who smiled at Blizkid's ability to protect himself; Fox proceeded to aim her arm at Blizkid again and began firing at him again, Blizkid waved his arms in a spectacle much like the way a conductor conducts his symphony, with the Ice being his instruments, accompanying his arm swing's with a solid form, each arm swing would create a long slender line of ice which would protect Blizkid from being blasted by Fox's projectiles.

Back across the parking lot, Slack began to get to her feet, having witnessed the ongoing fight between Tag, Fox and Blizkid, she knew it was up to her to do all she could to help the duo. As she got to her feet she heard a 'click' like noise from behind her, she turned around slowly to come face-to-face with the long slender gold tinted barrel of Cain's trademark firearm. Looking past the pistol she could see Cain with a smirk on his face.

"We gotta stop meeting like this, angel" he said.

Back in the warehouse, Red leant over the, presumably, unconscious Lizard's body, using extreme caution as he did, who knew what Lizard might do if he was playing possum. He came face-to-hideous face with Lizard, placed a hand on his forehead and tapped him gently, making sure he was unconscious before he would turn around and help Lightlad.

As he finished prodding Lizards head with his forefinger he began to get up, suddenly Lizards eyes shot open, startling Red. Lizard drew both arms in front of him and stabbed them forwards, Red, completely un-expecting this quick action, fell victim to one of the two blades, which stabbed through his left shin, the other, fortunately, missed it's intended target of Red's kneecap.

Red groaned in pain as Lizard pulled the second blade back towards his body, before stabbing it at Red's left shoulder, Red, expecting this move, grabbed the blade by it's hilt and used it to pull Lizard's body upwards. Lizard panicked as Red brought his body up to face his. Red kicked Lizard in the stomach strongly, knocking Lizard backwards, and freeing the blade from Red's shin painfully, Red groaned loudly as the blade was forcibly removed from his leg. Lizard attempted to regain his posture only to be met with the sight of Red leaping towards him, Red wrapped his arms around Lizard's back and tackled him, knocking him from the three foot high, four step tall, docking bay the duo had been fighting on.

Lizard crashed to the floor roughly, slamming his head on the hard cement floor as he did. A small pool of blood began to form around his head, which somewhat excited and somewhat frightened Red, he hadn't meant to kill Lizard, but then again, he did do what he had to in order to survive.

Red grappled Lizard's left wrist with his index and middle finger, checking for a pulse or any other sign of life, Red was relieved to find that Lizard's vein gave off a small 'thump-thump' a sign that his heart still beat and that Lizard still had life in him, Red sighed a relief filled sigh before standing up, a task he found difficult due to the pain in both his leg and chest, he gritted his teeth and took a step forwards using his left leg, which caused him a large amount of pain.

He took several more steps, moving towards the foot of the docking bay, he plopped down on the step, brought his left leg atop his right one and began examining it, he prodded the wound with his index, middle and fore finger, grinning as he did, from what he could tell, Lizard hadn't hit any arteries, veins or bones, which was lucky considering the size of Lizard's blade and how close it had come to slicing his main artery open, Red sighed again, kicked his left foot off his right leg and began to limp towards the office building.

Inside the office, Lightlad's luck hadn't faired much better than his team-mates, Quake had brought him to the floor by tossing both the monitor he'd thrown at him, as well as a solid glass display case, showcasing a autographed baseball bat, which had broken on impact with Lightlad's chest, scrapping his costume open and knocking him to the ground, it also launched the solid wood bat across the floor, opposite his body.

As Quake approached Lightlad's body, he began to feel the intense pain coming from his ribs increase, he sighed and closed his eyes, figuring the less he could see the worse off he would be.

"I'm gonna finish you off once and for all" Quake said grabbing Lightlad by the soft flesh around his damaged ribs and raising his body above his head, slamming the top of Lightlad's head on a large florescent light which hung loosely from the ceiling.

Lightlad opened his eyes, cringed in pain and tried his hardest not to concentrate on Quake's increasing squeeze on his ribs, he was like an anaconda, the kind of snake that squeezes the life out of its prey before devouring them in a single swallow.

He knew from where he was being held he couldn't manage to kick his opponent, his legs we're being blocked by Quake's tree trunk like arms; he had very few options and no weapons at his disposal, this wasn't good.

Slowly he tilted his head upwards, the bright florescent light above his head blinded him momentarily, he squinted his eyes and saw, much to his delight, a way out. The closest pair of bolts holding on to the light, preventing it from swinging to the floor, were loose and could be easily pulled from their respective holders.

Lightlad reached above his head and grabbed onto the light tightly, Quake saw this, though Lightlad wasn't sure if he knew of his intended actions, which was a mistake on his part as Quake increased his grip around his ribs tenfold, Lightlad suppressed a cough and quickly moved his hands to the two bolts, he fumbled with them at first, they were drenched in some sort of grease which had managed to ruin his first and second attempt at grabbing onto them, finally on the third try his fingers were able to grasp the objects. He curled his fingers around the bolts and pulled them out of the light quickly, dropping the light slightly, his head being the only object standing in its downward swing, Lightlad moved his hands to the sides of the light and prepared to swing.

"Scream for me mutt!" Quake said as he again increased his grip on Lightlad's ever so fragile ribs, Lightlad suppressed a second cough of pain and smirked.

"How's this for screaming?" He asked, at that very moment he raised the light above his head and just as quickly swung it at Quake's body.

The light whished past his head quickly, continuously gaining speed before it slammed into Quake's head and chest, shattering the plastic frame and bursting both of the chemical filled bulbs on his body.

Quake screamed in pain and released his grip on Lightlad, who fell to the floor with a soft 'thud', the carpeting of the office cushioning his fall, be it only slightly.

Lightlad got to his hands and feet and quickly rushed down the rows of cubicles, he stopped momentarily to grab the wooden bat before ducking behind the last cubicle's wall, taking the time to plot his next course of action as well as heal from the sudden and strong pain in his waist.

Quake stumbled backwards in a pain filled stammer, his left side of his face was cut deeply, as was his chest and stomach, the shattered plastic 'glass' of the light had taken it's toll on him as he was sure some of his wounds would require stitching.

He placed a foot backwards to stop himself from falling over before he straightened himself out. His left eye was completely shut with a thick piece of broken plastic stabbed into the small space above his eye and below his eyebrow, he pried the plastic from his eye painfully and tossed it to the floor, he tried to open his left eye but found it an impossible task.

Lightlad hid behind the cubicle wall, his back pressed up heavily against the back wall of the box shaped working unit. He was panting in and out as he clutched the bat with two hands, ready for Quake to show up around the corner, his heart thumped madly in his chest, it felt like it would rip itself out if he didn't calm down. Finally after a minute of sitting and waiting he slowly began to calm down.

He turned his head around the corner and saw, much to his surprise, nothing, there was no enraged Quake stomping towards him, just an empty hallway, he swallowed, pressed the bat to the floor and used it as a cane to get to his feet, putting pressure on the bat and not his sore ribs.

He walked slowly around the corner, the bat pressed firmly in his hands, the wooden handle splintering his hands as he clutched it, he walked slowly and cautiously, step, look, step, look, that was how he proceeded down the isles of cubicles.

Soon, when he reached the last one, he felt a sense of relief, Quake was gone, he'd probably run off in pain when Lightlad had smashed the light over his head, he sighed in relief and lowered the baseball bat into his now relaxed right hand.

Just then he heard a loud, progressing stomping noise from the left of him, slowly he turned his head that way to see Quake rushing towards him, emerging from his hiding place, inside one of the last cubicles.

Lightlad brought the bat up to a position in which he could strike Quake with it, Quake continued to rush forwards, with Lightlad only increasing his chance at success as he did, finally Quake came within striking distance of the bat, Lightlad swung it horizontally with enough force to hit a home run, the bat collided with the side of Quakes waist, he grinned down at Lightlad as he slowly moved his left hand to the bat, Lightlad did little more than stare in awe as Quake pulled the bat from his grip. 'How could that blow not have hurt him?' was the only thing in Lightlad's head at the moment.

Quake picked up the bat, brought his knee up to chest level and, holding the bat in both hands, slammed it down on his knee, cracking it into two separate parts, leaving only a blunt end and a sharp handle. Quake tossed both ends away from his body; they rolled across the floor before hitting a cubicle wall, stopping their descent.

Quake grabbed Lightlad by the throat, Lightlad tried to break free but his attempts were cut short by Quake head butting Lightlad in the forehead, knocking Lightlad into a heavy daze, Quake lifted Lightlad high above his head and held him there, slowly squeezing the life from him as he drained his lungs of oxygen.

"This time I won't make the mistake of letting you live" he said as he increased his grip around Lightlad's neck, Lightlad, still in his heavy daze, looked down at Quake who held a look of malice, which quickly changed to a look of pain.

From behind him, Red, who'd stumbled into the room minutes prior, had seen the duo fighting…well Quake fighting, Lightlad was doing more of a 'loosing painfully' routine than fighting. He limped his way to the duo, and, knowing he stood no chance against Quake in his current disposition, grabbed the broken handle to the bat, which was made now into a large splintered weapon, and stabbed it deep into the back of Quake's left leg, a task which required most of his strength as Quake had legs like a thick oak tree.

Quake released his grip around Lightlad's neck, Lightlad fell to the floor for a second time and quickly got to his feet, taking a minute to regain both his breath as well as feeling in his neck, Meanwhile Quake had turned around, without pulling the handle from his leg, to face Red. He cupped his right hand with his left and swung both at Red's head, striking him in the jaw and knocking him to the floor.

Lightlad wrapped his palm around the back of the handle, the tip of which was now drenched in blood, and quickly pulled it from Quakes leg, gaining a loud groan. Quake turned around to face Lightlad, who stood with the handle clutched in both hands in a stabbing position, he smirked and began to wind his right arm behind his head, knowing full well that Lightlad wouldn't dare stab him; he didn't have the courage too.

Lightlad saw Quake's glare and intended action, suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt a surge of anger flow through his body, he was sick of being beaten, sick of getting tossed around and most of all sick of Quake.

Using what strength he could muster, Lightlad stabbed the handle forwards, plunging it deep into Quake's stomach, Quake let out a yelp and turned his head downwards, facing the handle which was stabbed deeply into his stomach, he looked up at Lightlad, who had a disturbed look on his face, the look coming from his previous action, he couldn't believe what he'd just done.

Quake fell to his knee's, his hand clutched the handle of the bat, with one swift movement he pulled the entire length from his stomach, he stared sleepily at Lightlad before falling flat on his face, his head landing a half a foot from Lightlad's feet.

From where he lay, Red slowly began to get to his feet; he rubbed his head and stared at Lightlad, who was still in shock over what he'd just done. Red stared first at Quake, then Lightlad, then, finally, the handle; he swallowed and turned his attention back to Lightlad.

"You O.K.?" he asked, Lightlad stood quietly for a minute before quietly turning his head up towards Red.

"Y-yeah" he said shakily. Red nodded his head and approached Lightlad, walking around Quake's body as he did. Like he'd done with Lizard, Red knelt beside the body and pressed his fingers into his wrist, again he was somewhat shocked to learn that there was a pulse, be it an irregular one, but a pulse none the less.

"Well, you'll be glad to know he's alive" Red said, Lightlad sighed heavily and wiped his right palm across his forehead, he didn't know what he'd have done if he'd killed Quake, sure he would have gotten away with it due to it being in self defence, but the guilt he'd have to live with would be just as much as a death sentence as the electric chair.

"So, what do you say we go help the girls?" Red asked. Lightlad took another look at Quake's body, he wasn't going to take Red's word for granted, he wanted to make sure he was truly alive, he watched as Quake's chest slowly raised and lowered, satisfied he turned on his heel to face Red and followed after his, for the time being any way, limping leader.

Across the building, in the parking lot, Slack slowly got to her feet with the barrel of Cain's gun aimed for her forehead, she knew that as quick and nimble as she may be, nothing was quicker than a speeding bullet….except for Superman that was.

"Nice move, sweetheart. Now tell your little friends to stop making asses of them selves and give up, otherwise you might just find yourself with two less kneecaps" Cain said moving closer to Slack. Slack noted two things about him and his current stance, the first: the hand he held the gun in was shaking, as if he were at odds with the idea of ending Slack's life. The Second: from where he was standing, Slack could easily disarm him with a swift roundhouse kick to his hand, which she decided was her next move.

Slack drew her right leg behind her back as Cain straightened his grip on the gun. As he finished adjusting his aim with the pistol Slack kicked her right foot forwards then upwards, striking Cain in the right hand fiercely, knocking the gun from his hand and forcing him to draw his hand back in pain.

"You little slag" he spat out, drawing his hand behind his back, Slack smirked and brought both fists in front of her face, ready to deliver a fierce two hit punch combo that would surely knock him unconscious.

From behind his back Cain reached his hand to the back of his pants where the thin black leather handle, Cain grappled his hand around the handle and pulled out a long, slender combat knife, the blade of which was roughly a foot in diameter. He brought the knife in front of his body and hunched over. He readied the knife into a slashing position and slowly circled Slack.

The two circled around each other, like a duo of vultures circling above a decaying carcass, Cain constantly swung the blade at Slack tauntingly, not intending to strike her but instead to scare her, though his advances hardly made her flinch in fear, instead they only inspired her to inflict more damage on the cocky teen.

Finally Cain made a serious move, rushing forwards and slashing the blade at Slack's chest, Slack twisted backwards in time to dodge the slash forcing Cain to strike empty air. From behind him, Slack kicked her foot forwards twice, the first kick striking Cain in the back and the second in the shin, bringing him to his knee. He spun around to face her, spiralled the blade in his hand, moving it upside down in his hand, and leapt at her, Slack dodged left, but not quickly enough as Cain managed to slash the back of her left hand.

Cain smirked as Slack drew her hand back, she reached into her utility belt and pulled out a small roll of black bandages, she unrolled a small length of the bandaged, tore it off and wrapped it around her hand tightly.

During that time, Cain had managed to rush across the parking lot, dodging the occasional burst of green or shard of ice coming from Fox, Blizkid and Tag's fight, and gotten a hold of his pistol, he raised it in his right hand, aimed it for Slack's forehead and was ready to squeeze the trigger when he heard the clanging of metal from behind him, he spun around with his hand still griped firmly around the gun, to be met face-to-fist with a large red fist, which slammed into his jaw and sent him stumbling several steps backwards.

Across from Cain, Slack and Red, Lightlad was helping Blizkid and Tag fighting Fox. Fox aimed her arms at Blizkid and Lightlad and fired two green blasts, the first blast hit Blizkid in the chest and forced him to the ground fiercely, Tag filled up with anger as Lightlad put a shield around the two, protecting them from the second of Fox's two shots.

As the shield came down Tag blinked her eyes and disappeared into a puff of white smoke, suddenly she reappeared in front of Fox, who smiled cheerfully at her, something which Lightlad noticed as both strange and oddly eerie.

"Hello Sunshine" Fox said cheerfully, playing off the fact that she'd just knocked unconscious her much younger teenaged enemy, again Tag felt a surge of anger, suddenly and quickly she acted on that small hiccup of anger that surged threw her body, punching Fox in the face with enough force to knock her onto the floor. Fox landed softly on her butt and looked up curiously at Tag, who, herself, looked shocked at what she'd done.

"What would you do that for?" she asked in disbelief as she got to her feet, Tag, again found the urge to punch the arrogant girl who stood before her, and like before, she followed through with that urge, punching her again in face, knocking Fox back lightly, she lifted up her head to reveal a small line of blood streaming from her nose. She wiped the blood away with her right hand before bringing it, and her left hand, together; slowly a green mist began to form around the two as she aimed it directly for Tag's chest, she smirked and was prepared to fire the blast at Tag when a beam of whitish ice slammed into the side of her body, knocking her to the floor and capturing her chest and knee's in a large square block of ice, which held her pinned to the hard cement floor of the parking lot.

Tag and Lightlad turned their heads to see Blizkid, standing with both of his arms at his sides, both were glowing white and giving off an excess of white smoke, which rose above their heads and slowly evaporated in the air. He released a deep breath and slowly began to calm his self down, the smoke around his arms slowly began to decrease and the white of his arms slowly reverted back into their natural or, rather, unnatural, blue colour the others had come accustomed to.

Cain slowly raised his head to be met with the sight of Red's fist again colliding with his face, sending him stumbling backwards several steps before being met with another of Red's brutally fierce moves, this one a sideways kick to the stomach that caused Cain to slam into one of the several defaced cars, denting the side of the vehicle severely. Cain lay against the vehicle, his arms sprawled across the roof and his chest and lower torso imbedded in a large dent in the side of the car, this guy really wasn't holding back like Slack was, he could see how Lizard had lost and arm to him. He spun around in time to dodge another one of Red's blows, this one an overhead two handed slam, that missed striking Cain's head by inches and instead dented the car's roof severely.

Cain spun out of the way of Red's reach, drew the pistol from it's holster in the back of his pants, and aimed it for Red's chest, Red, instead of showing signs of fear or panic, stood relatively calm. Behind him Slack stared at him with a worried and horrified glare, knowing that there was hardly anything she could do from where she was standing, she was to fear full to try to throw another one of her boomerangs at him, should, for what ever reason, the object missed, it would give Cain a chance to kill Red, And unfortunately, she was too close to use her built in grappling hook, located above her left and right wrists, to disarm him.

"You take another step and I'll blow your God damn head off, you red skinned freak!" Cain shouted cocking the gun with his thumb, Red stared at him tauntingly before taking a step forwards.

The gun trembled in Cain's hand as sweat streamed from his forehead, slowly he wiped it away with his left arm, swallowed and squeezed the trigger two times, the barrel of the gun exploded in a blaze of fire as the two bullets flew from it's tip. The bullets traveled through the air for a short second before coming into contact with their target.

The first bullet dug deep into Red's left shoulder, Red gritted his teeth and continued his advance on Cain, his shoulder hurt immensely and large flow of blood rushed forth from the fleshy wound, the second bullet found a better home than it's brother, digging deeply into Red's stomach, Red groaned out loud and stumbled several steps backwards before he landed with his back against the car nearest him, he slowly slumped down into a sitting position, grabbing his shoulder with his right hand as he did.

"Red!" Slack shouted in a mix of worry, fear and anger, she began to rush towards him, Cain took this time to his advantage and rushed the opposite direction, escaping from the occupied heroes, who all rushed towards Red's unconscious body. As Slack reached him she knelt down on one knee and grabbed his head gently.

"Can you hear me Red?" she asked, gently rubbing her fingers through his hair, Red groaned before opening his eyes and turning towards her.

"Cain" he muttered in a gruff whisper, Slack shook her head.

"Don't let him get away" Red said, attempting to get to his feet, Slack stopped him by sitting him down before she got to her own feet.

"Lightlad?" She asked, Lightlad, who stood beside Red, turned towards her, staring at her curiously.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Take care of him, ok?" She said, Lightlad nodded his head, got to his knee's and attempted his best to comfort Red, which was awkward for the others around him as he referenced many things Red had done in the past two day's they'd known each other, all of which gave Red a negative light and Lightlad a positive shine.

Cain rushed through the courtyard of the building, glancing behind him from time to time to see if Slack, or any of the others had caught up to him, though, so far luck had been in his favour.

He turned a corner quickly, practically tripping over his legs as he did, only to come face to face with a long silver wire fence, blocking him from his only exit. From what distance the others had gained on him, he could imagine he had little to no time to scale the thing, as if that wasn't enough, the greyish barbed wire he'd used to protect the building and its inhabitants safe from unruly eyes, would surely prevent him from climbing over the top of the building.

He paced for a short second before he heard the increasing sound of feet rushing towards him. From what he could tell it was only one pair of feet, so only one person, and from the lightness of the steps it was a female, either Slack or that other chick…what was her name?, Tag, that was it, or something stupid like that.

Quickly Cain ducked behind a duo of small metal barrels to the side of the building, he pulled the pistol from the back of his pants slowly, he heard whoever it was chasing him turn the corner and come face-to-face with the same silver wire framed fence he had just a second ago. Cain cocked the pistol and stood up quickly, slamming the gun forwards, the barrel aiming directly at Slack's forehead.

"Say goodbye. Bitch" He said with a smirk. Slack tensed up as he moved his finger from the barrel to the trigger, before squeezing it lightly. Instead of the mix of fire and searing pain Slack had expected to follow the gun's trigger being squeezed, she was left with nothing but the comforting sound of the empty gun's 'click-click' as the hammer struck nothing but air.

"Goodbye, bitch" Slack said roundhouse kicking Cain's hand, knocking the gun out of his hand once again. This time Slack wasn't taking any chances, just as quickly as she'd kicked the gun out of his hand, she spun around and kicked him in the face, he grabbed his face with his hands, which left his chest exposed, which just so happened to be Slack's next target, she spun around again and kicked Cain's chest strongly, knocking him off the ground for a slight second before he slammed his body into the thick cement wall of the building.

Cain's body slammed into the wall with enough force to shatter a thin layer of the cement, sending small chunks atop his body, which now lay on the floor. He groaned and tried to get to his feet, when he felt a foot atop his shoulder, preventing him from getting up, he groaned and fell flat on the ground.

"You're not going anywhere" Slack said, pulling a pair of circular handled handcuffs from a pouch on her utility belt. She knelt down, with her knee pressing into Cain's back strongly, earning a groan from him; she smiled lightly, grabbed his arms and attached the cuffs to his wrists, making sure to apply them tightly enough that he wouldn't be able to escape.

Slack grabbed Cain by his shoulders and pulled him up to his feet roughly, he was in too much pain to do anything else but be pushed along by Slack, as she transported him back to the buildings parking lot.

As she reached the parking lot, shoving Cain along with her, she saw that Red was awake, with Lightlad and Blizkid helping him to his feet, Slack rushed Cain forwards and approached Red, who was still struggling to get to his feet.

"Let me help you" she said gently, wrapping her right arm around his shoulder, allowing him to transfer some of his weight off of the wounds. Red groaned as he was helped to his feet, the pressure of his weight applied to his wounds, making him grit his teeth in pain. Being shot twice had taken its toll on him, as his entire stomach was numb from a mix of pain and the anti-biotic's Sev had told Lightlad to apply to his wounds, to stop them from catching an infection and to dull the pain.

To their right Cain stood with a smirk as he watched Red being helped along by Slack, he couldn't help but appreciate the damage he'd inflicted upon Red, taking great pride in the state of pain he was in at the moment.

"You two make a cute couple" He said in a sarcastic manner, from where she stood, Slack blushed slightly, Red had less of an embarrassed reaction to his comment, instead his face held a mixed emotion, that emotion was a mix between anger and irritation.

He growled lightly before throwing a strong punch at Cain's face, knocking Cain backwards and finally onto his back, Red smirked and rubbed his knuckles across his jacket as Cain's already broken nose began to resume bleeding.

Suddenly, the noise of police sirens was heard, the group turned their heads towards the direction of the noise. The formerly dark street that they'd taken to the building, slowly become illuminated with the bright red and blue glow of the police car's lights, all of which were headed in the direction of the building.

Among the half dozen black and blue police cars, with H.C.P.D. tagged on the car's doors, were two white, orange rimmed ambulances, a red Dodge Charger with dark black strips across the hood, and a black Ford truck with a set of 'decorative' bull horns atop the grill

The cars quickly pulled into the parking lot of the building, doors slammed open and dozens of bodies began to emerge from the vehicles, officers, dressed in entirely black uniforms, rushed into the office building with their weapons drawn, using extreme caution as they did.

From the black Ford truck emerged a tall bald headed white man; he looked to be within his forties or fifties and was dressed in an entirely black police uniform. The man had a large greyish brown moustache above his upper lip, and a small patch of grey hair underneath his lower lip. He ordered several of the officers around with a fierce southern accent, one which Slack guessed came from either a Texan or Alabaman descent, though it would be impossible for her to tell the difference under these circumstances.

He turned his attention towards the Titans and approached them quickly, as he did Slack noticed that he wore a black Kevlar vest over his uniform, the same kind of vest SWAT team members wore to prevent bullet wounds, as he approached the team he held his hand out.

"I'm Sergeant Gregory Scythes from the Hallow City Police Department; you might have met me at the earlier arrest, though I have to say if not, it's an honour to meet you now, Mrs.?" He asked as Slack shook his hand, Slack looked up at him, smiled kindly and replied.

"Slack" Slack said. Scythes smiled and nodded his head before sticking his hand in a pocket, he pulled out a large black cigar from a small pouch in his pocket, bit the tip of it and light a match off of his vest. Bringing the match up to the cigar he light the tip of it, took a deep puff and held it between two fingers before looking over the office building.

"It's a damn fine job you did here, Mrs Slack. Your friend Sev, phoned and said you might have needed backup, but I can tell that ain't the case" He said as he stuck the cigar back in his mouth; he turned his attention towards two officers, one a young white male with long Elvis-style sideburns and combed down brown hair, the other was a older officer of Latin descent with bright brown skin, he had a small goatee and short black hair. Both men sat on their squad car while their fellow officers rushed to and from the crime scene.

"Dobson, go get the detectives and tell them to meet me over here" Scythes ordered to the younger of the two officers, the officer, now known as Dobson, leapt off the car and rushed away from the group, heading towards the red and black striped Dodge Charger.

"Martinez…what the hell are you sitting around for? There's work to be done still!" Scythes shouted, the second of the two officers nodded and followed a series of officers into the building.

After a short moment Dobson reappeared with two trench coat clad men, the first was a tall bald headed African American man with a thin black goatee around his face and deep blue eyes. He was dressed in a dark black trench coat as well as a pair of black dress pants, white dress shirt and a black tie with the letters "B.M.F" printed on the tie sideways, Red smirked; he could guess what the abbreviation stood for.

The second man was a younger looking white male, he had a head full of combed down brown hair and a clean shaven face, he was dressed in a beige trench coat, brown dress pants, black un-tucked dress shirt and a red and yellow striped tie, tied loosely around his neck.

"Sergeant" the black man greeted with a nod, Scythes nodded his head also, before turning his attention towards the Titans.

"This is detective Jeremiah Brice and his partner Luke Patches" Scythes introduced him and his partner to the Titans, Brice held out his hand and Slack shook it gently, both smiled as they did before Slack broke off the handshake and shook detective Patches hand.

"So, you're the Titans?" he asked, he spoke with a slightly gruff and unconcerned voice, as apposed to his partner's deep, low pitched and actual concerned filled voice.

"That's right" Red said cutting in, Patches stared cockily at him, examining the red skinned teen that stood before him. The two were about the same height; with Red being perhaps a few inches taller than Patches, though that didn't seem to matter to him as he grinned at Red.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all" Brice cut in, preventing either of the two from making a comment about the other.

"It sure is" Patches said grinning his lips into a fake smile and nodding his head in agreement, this, like his smile, was a fake act of optimism and was obviously forced.

"We'll, I'm glad to see your taking so kindly to them Patches" Scythes joked as he chewed the tip of the cigar with his front teeth, Patches frowned, he didn't like Scythes' attitude towards police work, and he especially didn't like the quips that he made constantly.

"You know. We could clean up the rest of this mess, if you needed to get back to the Tower" Brice said, he, unlike his partner, was more than happy to help those who helped him and the city, and if what the papers said about the Titans was true, he had no problem helping them out.

"Yeah, you guys can take the rest of the night off, watch a movie, grab some popcorn, roast some marshmallows, have yourselves a little celebration party, leave us with all the paper work, take all of the credit for the arrest and get all of the media's attention that we deserve!" Patches quipped.

Brice shot him a 'shut the hell up' look, Patches frowned, reached into his trench coat's deep pocket and pulled out a small packet of cigarettes, he fumbled with the pack for a second before he shook one loose, placed it in his mouth and light the tip of it with a silver lighter.

"What my partner was trying to say is that, even though you're responsible for their capture, we're the ones who have to arrest them, which includes filling out the tedious paperwork…but hey that's our problem to worry about" Brice said with a smile, Patches, from where he stood, rolled his eyes and huffed loudly.

"Well, if you lot are gonna head back to your Tower, I'll be the first to say, I look forward to working with you lot in the future" Scythes said with a smile.

"Same here" Brice said before prodding Patches' shoulder, Patches stared at them for a minute before Brice again prodded his shoulder, he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah…it was real fun" he said with a sarcastic emphasis on the word 'fun'.

The Titans walked away from Scythes and the two detectives and began moving through the crowd of police cars and ambulances, moving towards the T-Car. Officers constantly rushed past them without doing so much as batting an eye at them, which was weird, normally police officers acted cautiously and cockily around heroes, often making rude remarks behind their backs or attempting to act better than the heroes themselves, it was like the cops in Hallow City were immune to feeling inferior.

As they continued along, two white garbed men rushed in front of them, carrying a stretcher with a bloody Lizard laying on it, he moaned in pain as the men loaded him into the back of one of the ambulances. One of the white clothed men slapped his hand against the back of the truck before he and his partner got inside the ambulance with Lizard, they closed the doors loudly and the ambulance took off down the street, followed closely by the second ambulance, followed soon after by a duo of police cars.

The walk back to the T-car was short and quiet, with little more than Red and Lightlad complimenting each other about the damage they'd inflicted apon their targets and Tag telling Blizkid how proud she was of him for saving her from Fox, something which Blizkid fond immensely inspiring.

Slack led the way to the vehicle with Red following closely behind her, limping on his leg every second step he took. Lightlad walked to his right, acting as a spotter should he need it. It seemed weird to the others, but, for whatever reason it was, the two had bonded during their fights with their 'rivals', though there was no way of knowing if this new friendship would be permanent.

The group piled into the car quietly, Slack took over Red's duty as personal driver, with Red having to sit in the back due to his injuries, something he objected against, only to be convinced by a mix of Blizkid's pleading and Lightlad's dodgy comments about how 'Red couldn't drive with a messed up leg any how', Red grudgingly accepted the fact that he wasn't allowed to drive and got into the car with the others.

The ride home was as silent if not more so, than the walk to the car, no one spoke the entire length, with only the odd cough from Red acting as any sort of noise generated by any of the organic beings in the car. Despite the fact that this could be considered their first true victory, none of them felt like celebrating, not that they didn't deserve too, it was just…there was something about what had happened earlier, how almost each member had been closer to death in this one day then any other time in their lives…well for some of them, for some like Red and Slack, they'd faced dangers much worse than this in the past, besides, it was too late to celebrate anyway.

Several hours had passed by since the Titans arrived back at the tower. Across from their tower, Hoffman stood in his penthouse, gazing out the window at the large white 'T' shaped tower across from him and his building. He held a large brown cigar in his fingers and had a thin glass of liquor in his right hand. He moved the cigar to his mouth, took a long hard puff in of the flavourful tobacco, exhaled the smoke and moved the cigar back down to his waist level.

From behind him, the doors to his room were opened loudly and a series of footsteps began to approach him. He placed the glass on the table and turned around slowly, to be met with the sight of Bruno Beest standing before him, a frown on his already angered face.

"The police just phoned, you're nephew and his friends are in police custody. Bails set at a half a million each" he said, Hoffman sat in his chair, brought his free hand to his head and probed his temples with his forefinger and thumb, he exhaled sharply before looking up at Beest.

"I want them out" he said, Beest looked at him confusedly.

"That'll set you back two million dollars, sir. With all due respect, this company doesn't need the bad publicity your nephew's going to generate" he said with concern heavy in his voice, Hoffman again exhaled, he knew he shouldn't be making these kind of risks, his company needed the money now more than ever, if the media was going to pin the whole back fired plan on him, he'd need all the money he could get to divert their attention off of him and onto someone else.

"Just do it" he said angrily, Beest raised his eyebrows in a mix of confusion and a anger, but said nothing, instead he just nodded his head and walked out of the room silently.

Hoffman spun his chair around to face the tower, it stood on the edge of the city, lights gleaming brightly, continuously taunting him, like a giant middle finger in the middle of the city aimed right for him. He growled at both himself and the tower, before crushing the remainder of his cigar in his fingers.

"You may have won this time, but mark my words, it won't happen again" he said in anger, his comments directed at the tower itself, as if it could hear him, which it, and it's inhabitants, surely couldn't. Hoffman sighed, leaned back in his chair and pulled out a small brown box, he opened the box, pulled out a fresh brown cigar, placed it in-between his lips, struck a match off the table and light the tip of the cigar, he may need to eliminate the Titans, but first he'd have to come up with a plan.

He'd let them enjoy their success for a few days, as the old saying went "Be proud of your enemy's and enjoy their successes" and that's what Hoffman would do, at least until he could make a fool proof plan that was, then he'd strike without mercy, and make sure each one of them understood what messing around with Hoffman meant, he smiled to himself, he'd come up with a plan as soon as possible, and this time, he'd make sure there were no screw ups.

Back at the tower the team had relaxed their once tense filled bodies, having spent the last hour and a half being once again patched up by Sev, the only thing on their minds was taking a nice long break from all the stress filled work they'd done that day, and that was exactly what they did.

Tag, Lightlad, Blizkid and Sev all sat on the couch in the lounge, watching a movie on the large TV. Popcorn, stuffed animals and fluffy pillows littered the seats around them, each one fully deserved the brake they were taking at the moment and Slack fully supported the laid back mood the others were in, despite the fact that they had combat practice early in the morning the next day, but hey, they deserved a break after all the hard work they put in that day it was the least she could do.

Slack herself was nowhere to be seen in the tower, instead, she sat on the edge of the towers roof, her gaze focused on the dark city which stood before her, the dim light of the street lights and several light building's making the only light in the entire city, giving it an artistic like image, if she had a camera at the moment it would surely make a excellent picture.

Her mind continuously jumped from idea to idea, each one plaguing her with a different set of fears, such idea's included what retaliation Hoffman was planning at the moment, what exactly his previous plan was, and, surprisingly, what the other members of her team thought of her leading abilities, though the other two idea's didn't bug her as much as this one did.

She heard a pair of large thumping steps moving towards her, she turned around slowly to be met with a pair of darkish brown eyes, Red's eyes. He was dressed in a grey muscle shirt, with the outline of a large bandage wrapped around his stomach, stretching to around his left shoulder, both places being the injuries he'd received from his fight with Cain.

"Hey" he greeted with his usual mix of gruff optimism and light non-chalantness "Mind if I sit with you?". She shook her head sideways and moved across the bench, allowing him enough room on the bench to sit beside her; he accepted her offer and plopped down beside her.

"You know? We didn't do to bad on our first day. Hell, I bet Robin would be proud of how you handled things out there" he said, turning his head towards her, she shyly turned towards him with a friendly smile on her face.

"You really think so?" she asked, Red nodded his head.

"Hell yeah. Besides, it's not like his first mission went all too well either, I heard that he lost the tower to those Hive kids on his first 'official' mission …of course I did hear this from Kid Flash, so I don't really know how reliable this information is" he said. Slack smiled, for what ever reason it was, Slack found herself slowly becoming more and more friendly with Red, it was odd to her, but she felt like they shared a bond, like he connected with her, and for some strange reason, she liked it, she liked it a lot.

"It's nice out here" he said as his eyes ran across the sprawling concrete jungle that lay in front of him. Slack couldn't help but blush as he stretched his arm across the bench's back, so that, should he move it up an inch, it would wrap around her shoulder, though he didn't seem to notice, and if he did, didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah….it is, isn't it?" she said with a smile as she scooted closer to Red, she couldn't explain why, but somehow she felt like she needed to be closer to him. Like before, he, either, didn't notice this change, or, as Slack now believed, didn't feel embarrassed by the closeness between the two. From where he sat Red gave a little snicker.

"If today was this messed up, I can't wait to see what tomorrows gonna be like" he said with a smirk. Slack smiled, she was proud of his eagerness to face the next day, she thought for sure after everything that had happened this day he would be less than enthusiastic to go through another day of hell, but here he was, telling her all about how he looked forwards to the next day.

"Well we'll just have to wait and see what its like, won't we?" she asked, Red smirk widened as he leaned back in the seat. By this time Slack couldn't help herself, the same emotion that had forcer her to move closer to him was now forcing her to wrap her right arm around Red's back, though like twice before, he didn't seem to mind, instead he looked as though he was enjoying it.

They watched what little city life was happening from their above ground position. Slack felt like she could do this forever, sit up on the roof, doing nothing but watching traffic flow through the city slowly, but she knew that wasn't right. She, as well as Red, needed their rest for the next day, but then again, what would five more minutes hurt.

She sighed and gently rested her head against Red's shoulder, this wasn't the first time she'd done it, and it surely wasn't going to be the last. To her surprise, Red wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body, though she didn't mind, instead found it entirely enjoyable.

The two sat like this, in a complete state of comfortable silence, for some time, the only action either of the two was doing, was enjoying the warmness and company the other provided, neither of the two had any idea of the feelings the other had, though, unbeknownst to them, the two surely did share the same feelings.


Well, That was the last part of Chapter Six, How did you enjoy it? Was it great? Amazing? So great and amazing that you'd sell your only child on Ebay just to get another taste of it?...Maybe not that amazing. Either way, You know what time it is..that's right Its Time for Another segment of The Captains Crazy Trivia.

All of the new characters introduced in this chapter will be back sometime in the future. Characters like Officer's Dobson and Martinez will play a somewhat smaller role the next time their seen, Sergeant Scythes will play a bigger role but, in turn will play a smaller role than both Detective's Patches and Brice, who'll act as the Titan's closest allies in the police force.

Following in my tradition of basing characters off of actors, I can say that Sergeant Scythes is based off of and modeled after actor William Forsycthe (The Rock, Blue Streak, The Devils Rejects) and his character Sheriff John Quincy Wydelle in The Devils Rejects...Just in case you were wondering.

Detective Brice was supposed to be modeled after actor Samuel L Jackson, or any one of the cop characters he played (You know what I mean by that. Brice was supposed to be a real badass cop whose constantly quiping and shouting when it's not neccesary), but he kind of became a more friendly and gentle guy as I wrote more and more of his character. Instead Patches is going to be the duo's 'bad-cop'.

Detective Patches is, suprisingly, the only 'original' character I came up with in this chapter. He was supposed to be based off of Mel Gibson's character Martin Riggs in the Lethal Weapon movies...but I really didn't feel right moddeling a character after an Anti-Semite. So Instead I came up with Patches character as I imagined what Riggs would be like if he were played by any one but Gibson.

Well, that does it for Today's trivia lesson kids, I hope you enjoyed reading my trivia segments and found them both exciting and entertaining.

Next Chapter: A blast from Slack's past comes in the form of an Eight foot tall murderous reptillian monstrosity known only as Caiman, who suddenly and unexpectedly shows up in Hallow City. But what's Caiman's link to convicted serial killer Clancy Arkady, and what does Arkady have to do with Slack's past? All these answers and more will be answered next chapter.