The Chronicles of Raven: Second Coming

by BiscuitReloaded

Raven's revived from a horrid end, beginning a quest for answers and truth behind her legacy.PART 2 OF 3 MUST READ TCOR: PAINFUL BEGINNINGS TO UNDERSTAND

16. Interlude 8

"Now," Robin began, running his hand down his face out of exasperation, as well as fatigue, "Cyborg, could you please explain to me what has happened and why we lost track of Critical Mass?"

Cyborg, who was no worse for wear that their fearless leader was, paced about him, papers of information they had managed to gain on Critical Mass, as well as a map of his tracked movements upon the computer behind him, looked up.

"Remember when I told you I tracked him by using my energy matrix detector?" He questioned, getting a nod from Robin, "well, the signature I was tracking was that of my Sonic Cannon's frequency. Needless to say, it eventually wore off, so he disappeared from my sensors."

"Did you at least get a round-about area on where he could be at, Cy? This guy is the only lead we have on finding Blood, we can't let him slip through our hands."

"I know, man, I know," assured Cyborg, turning to the map, which encompassed a rather large area of the country, a marked trail leading away from Steel City, heading east, straight for Gotham City.

"The signal started getting weak right in here," Cyborg informed, tapping the screen. "Zoom in on that area of Gotham."

Robin did so, the map refocusing, letting buildings and city streets come into view.

"What area of Gotham is that, Robin?" The cybernetic curiously questioned, knowing that the Boy Wonder got his name from the Dark Knight himself, so he knew his way around the large metropolis.

"Definitely not the upper-class areas," Robin commented, "looks like one of the few industrial sectors, but are you sure that's where you traced the signal down to that area?"

"When have I ever been wrong?"

"True, Cyborg, true."

Just as the two of them concluded that they managed to locate the general area where the only lead to Brother Blood, and prevent the disgusting deaths of Titans, the body count growing with every passing day, on top of Wildabeest, Pantha, Kole, and Gnarrk were found dead by fellow Titans, and the same calling card existed, an "H" symbol synonymous with the H.I.V.E. Academy, Starfire and Beast Boy walked into the central room, Terra in tow.

"We are unsuccessful in our search for the findings, Robin," Starfire solemnly announced, as if she failed him in some way.

"Don't worry about it, Star," Robin consoled, giving her a look that would do just that. "Me and Cy have managed to locate him in a general area, but it involves us traveling across country again."

"Another roadtrip?" Beast Boy moaned, "I'm all for catching this guy and finding Blood, Robin, but there has to be some other way."

"Afraid not, B.B.," Robin smirked, liking how he got underneath the changeling's skin. "Besides, why are you complaining, you get to sit next to Terra all the way there."

It was true that he enjoyed that much of it, and she was beginning to materialize into the full grown adult that she was meant to be at her age, Cyborg's serum working perfectly over the last several months, quite beautifully at that. If he every gave up being a superhero, he could make a fortune inventing and selling stuff like that, but he enjoyed the first and foremost more than the thought of prosperity, especially at a time like this.

She merely smiled as they conversed, knowing what Robin was getting at.

"Alright, alright," B.B. finally accepted, "where exactly are we going though?"

"Gotham City," Robin flatly informed, everyone knowing what that meant all in its own.

"Gotham City? As in the Gotham City, as in the very same city that Ba-" Beast Boy managed.

"Yes, Beast Boy," Robin interrupted, "can we give it a rest, please?"

"I guess, but he's the man, I so want his autograph," he admitted, only getting a narrowed stare from Robin, "oh yeah, heh, sorry. How are we getting there, you know, since that radioactive-happy loony blew the T-Car up?"

"What do you think I've been doing in my free time, green bean?" Cyborg joked, ruffling his hair, "We got a bigger, badder set of wheels now."

"You mean something even better than what you built before, which was cool nonetheless."

"You got it," Cyborg informed with a smirk, "can't wait to get this thing out on the road."

"Enough about the car, Cyborg," Robin conveyed, trying to keep on the task at hand, "we need to pack and head out for Gotham first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes, oh fearless one," Beast Boy joked, giving a salute, only to get a gentle shove from Robin as he walked by, shaking his head. "Is this going to be an extended stay or an overnighter?"

Robin double-took as he looked over his shoulder, quickly thinking.

"Extended, I have to make a certain call, so, if you could, give me a little privacy," Robin requested, hoping that no one questioned what he meant by that.

Like a well-oiled machine, the team split off into their respective rooms, beginning their packing for this trip that would bring them one step closer to Blood's capture and the end of the Titan murder spree that was plastered all over the news. Yet, Robin had to tend to something first, locking his door behind him as he walked into his room, sitting on his bed. He let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his fingers through his short, black hair, glancing over at the black cordless phone that sat on his nightstand.

"I can't just call him," Robin quietly commented as he contemplated over his current situation, "not after what happened, but there's no other way, and many more Titans' lives hang in the balance, so it is a small sacrifice I must make."

He picked the phone up, quickly dialing a number he knew too well by heart, but hadn't used it for nearly 8 long years. The phone rang twice, and on the third ring, it was answered.

"Wayne Residence," an older man with an English accent informed, awaiting an answer.

"Alfred," Robin managed, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "Is Bruce there?"

"Why," he replied in a suppressed, nearly excited tone, realizing who it was "Master Dick, it has been quite some time since I last heard from you, how are things?"

"Not too good," he quietly answered, still feeling guilt over what had caused his absence from Gotham to begin with, "listen, I'd love to catch up with you, Alfred, but this is really serious, and I need to talk to Bruce, now."

"Oh, I see, rather urgent, aren't we?" Alfred commented in a joking manner, "Give me a moment to locate him, Master Dick, he's around here somewhere."

Robin understood, knowing that Wayne Manor was by no means small in size. What seemed like ages passed, when in reality, it was only a matter of minutes, the sound of the phone being jostled about as if someone was lifting it, then a deep, male voice questioning "Who is it?", and the sound of it being pressed to someone's ear.

"Hello, Richard," he managed, apparently the disagreement between the two of them so long ago was fresh in his mind, "it's been awhile."

"It has, Bruce," Robin replied, respecting him as a person, "I need a…favor to ask of you, as well as discuss a few issues with you."

"A favor, you say? Well, what kind of favor might that be?"

"I know you are deeply into the news of what goes on around you, so I'll just tell you what's happening. Titans are being killed left and right, Bruce, my…er…I mean, our allies are being hunted like game, and the only possible lead to stop this carnage is in Gotham."

"Are you wanting me to take time out of my schedule to hunt this "lead" down for you, Richard?" Bruce gingerly questioned, attempting to sound friendly, but as with Robin, it was difficult. "You know I am a very busy man."

"No, this is where the favor comes in, Bruce," Robin informed, sighing, "my team and I need a place to stay, even to use as a base of operations while we investigate it, and I was wondering if you were to be so kindly to allow us to stay at the Manor. I assure you it is only temporary, and we will be gone as soon as we possibly can. I also need to talk to you in person."

There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, Robin holding his breath, awaiting an answer to his seemingly-large request of his mentor that he was at odds with.

"Before I agree to this idea of yours, Richard," Bruce matter-of-factly stated, "I need to know what it is you wish to discuss with me, and why you and I have to be face-to-face."

"It's hard to explain over the phone, Bruce, please understand," Robin answered, understanding what he was getting at, but needed to make his own point known. "It has to do with us, but it really should be spoken of in person."

Bruce remained quiet once more for a moment, understanding, as well as respecting his former ward's request.

"As long as your team is well-mannered and behaved while they are at my estate, they are welcome to stay, there is plenty of room. As for the latter of your request, Richard, when you arrive, it will be at the top of my priority list, but you must understand that I may have to take care of business, so it may be delayed."

Robin knew what Bruce meant, seeing how he was the Dark Knight, and his job under that title as a masked protector of Gotham City did prove tedious, monotonous at times, but it had to be done.

"I'll be sure to tell them, Bruce, trust me though, they are a good bunch of people, you won't have anything to worry about."

"They better, otherwise you will have to find a place to stay after I throw them out, which includes you, Richard, for vouching for them." Bruce warned, but remained gentle in it.

"I promise you," he assured, "they won't act up in any way, shape, or form. One more thing though, Bruce."

"Yes?"

"Thanks," Robin managed, his voice almost cutting out from the strain upon it, finding it hard to mouth that reply, especially after the negativity that went on between them.

"You're welcome, Richard, how soon should I expect you?"

"Soon. Real soon." He answered with a smirk of sorts, finally able to break the ice with him in order to mend old wounds between them.

Robin hung the phone up, letting out his held breath, even beginning to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen.

"That was a little easier than I thought it was going to be," he said to himself, looking around as he ran his hands through his hair.

Time passed as the team packed all the needed belongings they would bring with them to Gotham, but Robin still had not informed them as to where they were staying, nor an explination to why they would be staying with a multi-billionaire tycoon, as they didn't know his identity as the Dark Knight. They found themselves at the kitchen table as dusk was well on its way to nightfall, enjoying a light dinner before their trip the next day.

"Everyone ready to go?" Robin made sure, looking at each of them, getting a nod for an answer. "Once we leave, we aren't coming back for anything, so make sure you have what you need."

"For the hundredth millionth time, Robin, ok, we have everything," Beast Boy joked, feigning signs of irritation. "One thing did cross my mind though."

"How did that miracle happen?" Cyborg quickly quipped, getting a laugh out of everyone, except for B.B.

"That miracle," Beast Boy growled, "happens to be why aren't we taking the T-Ship? It's faster, more reliable, and technically safer."

"Can that peanut brain of yours contemplate economics?" Cyborg began, looking at the changeling. "Both the T-Car and T-Ship run on Ion fuel, alright? The ship, being a lot bigger, using a lot more fuel compared to the car, will cost a lot more, and the city is already in deficit from giving us what we already have. The more we can save, the better."

"Economically," Beast Boy replied, debating, "the T-Ship is a better mode of transportation. We will arrive in Gotham in a matter of hours, not days. Therefore, we will be able to set up and track down Critical Mass quicker, and thus, giving him less time to escape us. I think it would be better to fly than to drive across the country, especially at a time like this."

"He does have a point, Cy," Terra chimed in, backing up B.B., almost enough to make it seem as if she was ready to get a jumpstart on their relationship, unable to contain herself any longer.

"Let it put it to you this way, Terra," Cyborg politely replied, knowing she was just a tad more competent that Beast Boy was. "I like driving the car over piloting the ship, and there is more storage space in the car that the ship. In any case, in order for us to function on assignment in Gotham, we need all the gear we've packed, so the T-Car it is."

"Touché, Cyborg, Touché," Beast Boy succumbed, knowing that he was beaten in a sense.

Robin merely smiled across the table, then turning his attention to Starfire, who was contently drowning what food she had left on her plate in mustard.

"Hey, Star," he stated, getting her attention.

"Yes, Robin?" she replied in her gingerly tone, jade green eyes sparkling.

"You remember that story I told you when we went on our first date?" Robin recalled, instantly seeing a reaction.

"Of course," Star smiled, "why do you bring that up now?"

"Well, you remember the part about Bruce Wayne, you know, my…father?" He struggled, remembering what Bruce had played for him over his lifetime he was with him.

"Oh yes, Robin, how could I forget?" Starfire added quietly, "Why ar-"

"You're going to get to meet him," Robin interrupted with a smile, knowing that she was anxious deep inside, and seeing Starfire was more in shock than anything.

Both Cy and B.B. looked up at him upon his hushed statement.

"What was that, Robin?" Cyborg questioned across the table, seeing that he had managed to get everyone's attention by now.

"I failed to tell you exactly where we were staying at in Gotham," Robin answered, "and I still don't know if I can because it entrusts a certain secret upon all of you that you will never speak of to no other living soul, do you understand?"

"Wow, Robin, hostile much?" Beast Boy quipped, getting an icy stare, seeing he was serious. "Come on, I'm just kidding, what is it that's so secretive on where we're crashing at for the time being?"

"We are staying at Wayne Manor in Gotham City," Robin calmly informed, getting wide eyes all around. "Reason being is that Bruce Wayne's butler was in trouble back when I first became, well, Robin. Me and you know who stopped the Joker and saved him, so the multi-billionaire tycoon owes me."

"So you blackmailed a world industrial tycoon into giving us a place to stay?" Cyborg reasoned. "I didn't know you could do shady man."

B.B., as well as Terra chuckled, Starfire completely oblivious to what was going on.

"Alright, enough of this foolishness," Robin informed, attempting to hide a smirk as he stood up, Starfire staying at his side, as expected to a happily engaged, soon-to-be married couple. "Everyone to bed soon, up bright and early first thing in the morning, no questions."

"Yes, mom," Cyborg and Beast Boy replied in unison, rioting in laughter as they rose from their seats at the table.

"Get out of here," he ushered with a smile, as if he were shooing them. "I don't know about those two."

"Who does?" Terra gestured in agreement, smirking. "You think there's any help for them?"

"Help?" he scoffed with laugh, "They are way past help, but I wouldn't have them any other way."

Terra nodded as she pushed her chair in, looking up to see Robin affectionately receiving a peck on the cheek by Star, something they had been accustomed to seeing, even though it would make one sick to their stomach with the constant public displays of affection. Her, as well as the others, understood that Star was different, and that is how she believed she should show her love for Robin was by constantly doing it, him growing used to it happening, not wanting to upset her. As did any sane-minded sentient being knew by now, it was very unwise to emotionally upset a Tamerainian, especially a warrior princess whose powers are fueled by emotion. In any case, Terra bid the couple adieu for the evening, knowing that Robin truly meant that they would be departing from Titan Tower at the crack of dawn, seeing how their leader was a rather punctual person.

"Another cross-county trek bound to last well over a couple days, unless Cyborg decides to speed again," she quietly spoke to herself as she made her way down the hall to her room. "Yet, I find no reason complain, since I will get to spend most of that time next to B.B., and he would have to be the densest person on the face of the Earth not to tell how much I long for him. I know it sounds sappy, but it is the truth, and I cannot contain it much longer. One of us will have to give in to our feelings for one another, and I fear it will be me first, but I am more than ready to accept that, I only hope he is."

She looked up, seeing the door that has remained closed for so long, too long, and will for as long as felt necessary. Though it still be cold metal and black etching of letters, the door itself was alive with energy and feelings, but all of them belonging to sorrow, guilt, blame, even hate and anger. They felt as if it was unnecessary and preventable, but were powerless to stop it. Raven was the last person to deserve death, but the first of them to receive it, making it that much more wrong in all their eyes.

"Listen, Rae," Terra quietly began after making sure no one was around, touching the door, as if she were really in front of her. "I know that he loved you, and you to him, I understand that, as well as respect it, but if he dwells in the past, hoping, and waiting for you, thinking that you are still alive, it will only harm him that much more. I know I can never amount to what you shared with him, but I will try, and hopefully put some happiness back into his life, maybe mine as well. You of all people would probably understand my predicament, but I know we weren't exactly on the greatest of terms when I left, and I wish I could fix all that I wronged, because I feel as if my sacrifice so long ago only set up and led to yours. Not only that, but it pains me that I will never have the chance to redeem myself in your eyes, any attempt to right the wrong I committed in your eyes. Please, forgive me, Raven, and I wish you will approve of this, as I wouldn't do anything you wished otherwise."

Terra wearily wiped her eyes as she stepped away from the door, only to be scared half to death by bumping into a figure behind her. She gasped as she wheeled around, finding a pair of deep, emerald eyes staring back at her in the low light as the last shades of day faded away.

"You frightened me," she said with a sigh of relief.

"I tend to do that quite often for some reason," he jokingly replied, quickly changing gears, "who were you talking to?"

"Who? Me?" Terra naively answered, not wanting him to know.

"You're the only other person out here besides me, and I wasn't talking to anyone, so that pretty much eliminates any other suspects, Terra," B.B. explained, once more, joking, but really wanting to know. "So, yeah, you."

She quickly glanced up at the door, but making sure he didn't notice.

"Even if I told you," she began, "you would think it was stupid."

"Terra," Beast Boy assured, gently grabbing her by the shoulders, "I am the epitome of stupid around here, anything you can tell me is probably more intelligent, now come on, you know me."

His voice was inviting, almost begging her, and she couldn't resist.

"I was talking to Raven," Terra informed, a near-solemn tone accompanying it. "I was…I wanted to try to smooth things out, or at least put my conscious at ease. If felt…wrong to me if I didn't."

B.B. was caught completely off-guard, unable to even contemplate an educated reply for a few seconds. He stepped back from her, gently leaning against the wall of the corridor, running his hands through his short, dark green hair.

"That's…yeah, wow," he managed, still thinking, "wh-what did you talk to her about?"

"I more or less asked for her forgiveness for what happened the first time I came around, and that I wished to start my relationship with you again, hoping that under the circumstances, she would do the same."

Once more, the changeling was at a loss of words, shuffling about.

"I see," he added, leaning off of the wall to stand erect once more. "to truly answer that request though, Terra, you are right, Raven would probably do the same thing, and I do see your logic, but you must understand that I still have feelings for her, and I always will."

"I know, B.B.," Terra pleaded, taking hold of his hand, "but you can't mourn over her passing forever, it will only eat away at you on the inside, and slowly consume you. I'm not suggesting that you forget about her, but you have to let her go."

Even though it sounded absolutely awful to the ear, he knew what she was speaking of was the truth, and it needed to be done. She saw the emotional scar that she just ripped open once more in his eyes, wrapping her arms around him for comfort.

"You're right," he quivered, accepting her embracing hug, "but it's so hard to just let it go. I don't know if I can."

"I'm more than ready to help you in any way," she assured in a most caring way possible, "and I am willing to wait as long as it takes, Beast Boy."

He leaned forward, gently kissing her on the forehead while she remained attached to him for the moment. Though it lasted for a mere second, it seemed like an eternity had passed, his wounds from Raven's death, though fresh, were calmed over by Terra's pure showing of affection, truly showing that no matter what, she would always love him. He gently released her as did she, looking into her eyes.

"It's getting late," he smiled, eyes still fresh from tears that failed to fall, "better get off to bed and get some shut-eye, you know Robin won't let us sleep in."

She merely grinned as he made his way back to his room.

Funny thing was, Beast Boy's assumption was no truer than he put it. Well before his alarm clock was set to go off at 5:30 A.M., the rapid sound of someone banging on his door echoed throughout the room, causing him to groggily answer, eyes still shut.

"Come on," he groaned, looking at his alarm clock, "it's not even time yet."

"Out of bed, sleeping beauty," Robin's "cheery" voice replied, "time to get this show on the road, literally."

"Five more minutes," B.B. answered as he rolled over, pulling the covers with him.

There was no reply from Robin, or anyone else, but a second instinct told him something was going to happen. By the time it clicked in his brain, it was too late. The door flew open, easily sliding into the recess of the frame, as they all did in the Tower, Robin and Cyborg leapt through the opening, large bucket straddled in their hands between them. They brought it up, throwing the contents of it in one motion out, and landing on Beast Boy. He immediately shot up out of bed, falling over in the process, sprawling out on the floor, soaked to the bone.

"Nothin' like a cold, refreshing shower to wake you up in morning," Cyborg taunted, him and Robin couldn't do anything but not laugh.

He grumbled, probably a curse or two underneath of his breath as picked up one of his shoes, throwing it at him, barely missing.

"Seriously though," Robin managed through it fit of hilarity, "breakfast is ready. As soon as we're done, we are hitting the road, so come on."

He made more of a sound than a reply, Cyborg still attempting to stifle his laughter on B.B.'s behalf.

"Don't worry," he chuckled, wiping away a tear of laughter from his human eye, "at least you don't smell anymore, you need to make friends with water."

"Maybe I'll replace your lubricant for your joints with water and see how fast you rust up," Beast Boy snapped back as he rose to his feet, stretching.

Cyborg shook his head as he gently shoved the changeling, throwing him off balance in his groggy state before exiting his room.

"Come on, green bean, I'm only messing with you," he informed as he exited the room, the changeling clearly still angry as he furiously gathered a fresh set of clothes, heading for the bathroom. Much like the others, B.B. didn't feel like being cramped up in the T-Car in their normal attire, so a set of casual clothes sounded rather welcoming for once. A simple pair of jeans, as well as a black T-shirt consisted of his clothing, wearing his shoes that he wore with his costume. B.B. finally entered the kitchen, carrying a duffle bag, as well as a backpack with him, dropping them just before he sat down at the table.

"'bout time," Cyborg commented, "if you took any longer, might have had to leave you here by yourself, but I knew that would be a grave mistake."

He didn't say anything, merely studying the contents of his plate, deciding whether or not to eat them or not. Not that he didn't like Cyborg's cooking; you just never knew what was in it. His eyes glanced around the table, taking in the sight of a group of friends ready to embark on a roadtrip, like normal people, but they only could have wished that. Starfire and Robin had dressed for the occasion as well, though still in his mask, he wore a pair of pants similar to Beast Boy's, but had a jacket zipped up half way upon his torso. Starfire, on the other hand, was wearing clothes that she had bought from "the Mall of Shopping", as she addressed it. Her attire was mimicking that of what she saw around her when they were out and about the city, more often than not, a skirt with a matching top, flipflops to top it off. The only member to not have changed clothing was Cyborg, not really requiring them with his cybernetic body. The geomancer only tucked her leather gloves in her back pocket when not in use. Terra had needed an entirely new wardrobe to accompany her growing state, and she still stuck with a black top like she wore before, but wore a thin, brown leather jacket over top of it. She also wore a pair of blue jean shorts, a belt with pouches for anything of importance, especially her communicator, matched the color of her jacket, as did her new boots. To top it all off, she still bore the same goggles that she wore when she first arrived to the Titan team so many years ago, lifted upon her head, awaiting use.

"So," Robin began, stretching as he yawned, "who's watching the Tower while we're gone?"

"Taken care of, man," Cyborg informed, "not only did I upgrade the security system over the past month, I contacted all the Honorary Titans in the immediate area to see to it that nothing gets in here. Besides, it would take the destructive force of an army to even think about getting in the place. After we leave, it'll be sealed up tighter than a bottle."

"That's good," Robin nodded, pleased with how Cyborg was on top of things. "now, what about the actual trip, we could get there a lot quicker if we take turns driving, I mean, we could go straight through if we go in shifts, you know?"

"I know what you mean," Cyborg answered, "but do you really trust him behind the wheel of a car, let alone the T-Car?"

"Hey," Beast Boy objected, coming to life from his tired state, "I'm more that competent of driving, all you have to do is give me the chance."

"That's what I'm having doubts on, especially with the newly-designed T-Car," Cyborg answered. "It's up to Robin, but he's responsible for whatever happens."

B.B. turned, as did the others, awaiting an answer from Robin, hopefully making a logical and intelligent decision on the team's behalf.

"He's grown up a lot since we started being the Titans, Cy," he reasoned, "he's started to accept responsibility finally, and deals with problems with seriousness, so I think he's ready to take on any task. I'd let him take a turn at the wheel if you want."

The changeling's emerald eyes lit up brighter than they had before in recent times.

"Don't get any smart ideas, B," Cyborg warned, "you will not ruin the car, or get us in trouble, do you understand me?"

"You heard Robin, Cy, I'm more than ready to do this," he replied with a smile, "now let me see them keys."

"Who said you got to drive first?" Cyborg interrupted, jerking the dangling keys away from him just as he grabbed for them, only to have them snatched from his own hand by Robin.

"Exactly, Cy," he grinned, getting a laugh out of the others. "I planned on it."

Even in their adulthoods, the group of heroes still knew how to have good fun with one another, making the cross-country trek seem like nothing, not to mention the fact that Cyborg sped most of the way on his section of the driving, the new and improved T-Car more than capable of doing whatever the driver wanted it to do. Having a sleeker exterior instead of the box-like SUV look the previous one possessed, yet it managed to increase the interior room by noticeable amounts, it looked like a sports car, but had the interior of a small sports utility vehicle, much like the T-Car to begin with. In any case, the drive went off without a hitch, everyone arrived safe and sound, besides a few headaches from Beast Boy's attempt at telling jokes. It had became rather imperative that he was losing his touch when it came to being the wise guy, as the part of him that was happy died when Raven passed, so it was not difficult for him to perform such a feat. All their previous thoughts or ideas were quickly squelched as the car slowly rolled up to a cast-iron gate that surrounded an enormous property, atop a noticeably sized hill was a lavish estate, that belonging to Bruce Wayne, multi-faceted business tycoon.

"No way, man," Beast Boy commented from the back, taking in the view as Cyborg slowly stopped the car as a gate guard approached them.

"Yes, way," Robin replied, "I welcome you to Wayne Manor. Just wait until you get to see the inside."

The guard ducked his head in the window as Cyborg rolled it down.

"Well," he began, looking at all of them, seeing Cyborg's look and Robin's mask, "Halloween is still a little ways off, kids."

"Same goes for you, Rent-a-cop," Beast Boy taunted, quickly squelched by Robin.

"Where here to meet with Mr. Wayne on an issue with a charity event he wishes for us to attend," Robin explained, getting his attention.

"Yeah, sur-hey, wait a minute, you're that Robin guy, aren't you? Been awhile since anyone last saw you around Gotham. So how's Bats?"

"I wouldn't know," he answered, narrowing his eyes, "please let us in, Mr. Wayne is expecting us."

"Not that I don't believe a bunch of kids running around in costumes, I'll call up there, so sit tight." Just as he was about to leave, he didn't even know who they were. "What do you all call yourselves?"

"The Titans, now please, let us in."

"Just sit tight."

He left, going inside his small shack, apparently to call someone up at the house to see if they were permitted.

It seemed like an eternity, but after only several minutes of time passed as the guard continued to have a conversation with someone else.

"So does Bruce Wayne actually work, or does he just spend all of his time here, chilling out while he collects some major cash?" Beast Boy stated in the silence as they awaited the verdict of their allowance to pass or not.

Yet, it seemed like no one was in a talkative mood at the moment.

No sooner than he completed his statement, the security guard came back.

"Well, kids, I guess you were telling the truth, so just follow the drive up to the house, Alfred will be waiting for you."

"Thank you for wasting time," Beast Boy replied, once more, getting quieted, except by Starfire this time, who used a tad too much force in restraining him.

The man merely went back to his post, fearing if he said something more, he would lose his somewhat miniscule job.

"Alfred's the butler guy, ain't he?" Cyborg reasoned as the car slowly winded up the long drive, lush trees and lawn on either side.

"Yeah," Robin answered, more of respect than willing to inform his team of the life he had before becoming their leader.

Nothing more was spoke as the car slowly climbed the gentle sloping drive. The incline finally leveled off after what seemed like ages, leading up to the grand entrance of Wayne Manor. The team immediately took notice to several vintage sports cars that were parked out front, each appearing rarer and more expensive as the next. The façade of the building that was to be the house was just as beautiful as the cars in front, as the Titans, besides Robin, found it hard to believe that a single man could live in such a lavish estate.

"Man, Bruce has a happenin' pad here," Beast Boy commented as the car rolled to a stop, looking out the window.

"Don't be breaking stuff then," Cyborg warned as he put the car into park, "we don't have the cash to pay for anything."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind keeping the T-Car, you know, add it to his collection or something,"

Cyborg turned around, his face drained of all expression, or any inviting ones at that.

"Don't even joke about something like that."

"Fine, I won't," he succumbed, gently kicking Cyborg's seat in front of him, "now let us out, I need to stretch my legs, I got a cramp."

Cyborg, as Robin did as well, undid their safety belts, opening the doors. One after another, the others filed out, Star out Robin's side, Terra and B.B. out Cyborg's.

Sure enough, an older gentleman in a butler's uniform was waiting for them.

"Who's that in the monkey suit?" B.B. commented, getting elbowed by Robin sharply.

"That's Alfred," he informed, "now shut your mouth, everyone wait here, please."

B.B. merely rubbed his ribs where Robin elbowed him while the others obeyed. Just as Alfred was about to greet him, Robin motioned for him to stop, approaching him.

"Is there something troubling you, Master Dick?" Alfred requested, leaning closer to whisper.

"No, Alfred," Robin replied, "but I can't have you greeting me like that; they don't know that you know me."

"Could I request an explanation for this logic, Master Dick?" Alfred presumptuously asked, knowing that Robin could be quite devious at time, especially when it came to telling stories.

"I told them that Bruce owed me because Batman and I saved you from the Joker awhile back, just a little white lie. Besides, if Bruce wants them to know, he'll tell them himself."

"Ah, I see, a rather believable story at that, Master Dick. I'll be sure to make it explicitly clear to Master Bruce upon your…façade of a story. My, my, Master Dick, how much you have grown."

"I know, Alfred," Robin managed, trying not to smile, "we'll catch up later, just let Bruce know what's going on."

"As you wish," he obeyed, beginning to make his way to the T-Car, "I'll take care of your bags, Master Dick."

Robin put his hand upon Alfred's chest, stopping him.

"That won't be necessary, Alfred, they are capable getting their own things, I don't want them getting lazy on me."

"I understand," Alfred smiled, "let me inform Master Bruce that you have arrived. I'll come for you and your friends after I do."

Robin nodded, Alfred opening the door as he made his way inside. He walked back to the car, his team managing to get all of their belongings, as well as needed equipment, out of the car, ready to take them with them.

"Hey, Robin, what happened to the butler guy, ain't he supposed to get our bags and stuff?" Beast Boy questioned, struggling with one of his larger parcels.

"No, it isn't going to hurt you to get your own stuff," he informed with a smile.

"I don't know, man," Cyborg interjected, "B.B. is pretty weak, I don't think he can handle it."

"I think I have a magnet in my pocket, Cy, you know, just in case," the changeling replied with a devious smile.

"You get that thing anywhere near me, B, I swear," he warned, shaking a finger at him.

"Knock it off, both of you," Robin gently ordered, getting his things, "I want you on your best behavior, don't touch anything, don't do anything you will think about regretting later, and don't even so much as breathe unless you are permitted to."

"Calm down, man, you act like this is like the most difficult thing we've ever done, how hard could it be to stay at a happenin' pad like this? I think B.B. even agrees with me on this one." Cyborg replied, motioning to Beast Boy, who indeed was nodding.

"For all you know, it may be," Robin replied, "look, just please, be respectful, keep out of Mr. Wayne's business. He is a very busy man, so he doesn't need anymore distractions or problems from guests, so tread lightly."

"Like a broken record," B.B. added, "we've got this, Robin, you have nothing to worry about, now let's meet the guy who pretty much runs the modern world."

The group acknowledged, gathering their remaining luggage as they approached the entrance to the mansion, which appeared a far cry from the front door of a home, more like a hotel. Sure enough, as they grew closer to it, Alfred appeared once more, opening the door to the foyer of the manor.

"Hello, guests of Mr. Wayne," Alfred greeted, as he had practiced and did over the years, "I welcome you to Wayne Manor. Please, follow me right this way."

The group obeyed, passing through into the ridiculously big home, which grew that much more awe-inspiring as they took in the interior. A crystal chandelier suspended from the high ceiling above them, hardwood flooring of maliciously crafted quality lay at their feet. The intricate carvings into the framing of the doors and windows blended perfectly with what lay around them. The foyer led into more of a greeting hall, large and cavernous, marble flooring with pillars to match, as well as a grand staircase leading up to the second floor of the manor. Their footsteps echoed as they entered, taking a right into another room, one with large, plate-glass windows that overlooked the hills the house was on, the city of Gotham in the near distance. Several bookcases vacated the large room, as well as a fireplace, complete with a marble mantle, much like everything else they had seen yet, it was intricately designed beyond no other, absolutely beautiful to the mere sight. A male figure was seated in one of the many chairs that were arranged for guests to converse with one another, his feet propped upon a footstool that matched, behind a newspaper.

"Excuse me, Master Bruce," Alfred announced, attempting to get his attention, "there are guests here to see you."

"I'm rather busy right now, Alfred," he politely informed from behind his newspaper, turning the page. "show them to their rooms, then I will meet with them."

"They have told me it is a matter of importance, Master Bruce, an urgent one at that."

Bruce lowered the paper, nearly in shock as he was surprised to see what was before him.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," Robin played along, watching him stand up, showing his true height and stature to the others, shaking hands with him. "I believe you summoned for us to attend a charity event you were having, have you not?"

Wayne knew Robin better than anyone, seeing how he taught him everything he knew, and he could tell that he wanted him to go along.

"Ah yes, Robin, is it?" Bruce pretended, "You and your team are more than welcome to stay here until the event, I'll have Alfred show them to their rooms. In the meantime though, I would like to discuss matters of business with you."

As Robin did with Bruce, he could read him like a book, and that meant a lot more than what was spoken.

"I see," he replied, turning to the rest of them. "I'll catch up with you guys later, I have to talk…business with Mr. Wayne."

They acknowledged, but now confused. First, it was because Robin was planning on using Wayne Manor as a base of operations while the tracked down Critical Mass because Bruce owed him, now it is because they are to attend a charity event, or it is so to be thought. A question that went through their minds was one thing and one thing only: What exactly was going on and what was Robin trying to keep so secretive or hide from them while they were here?

In any case, Alfred motioned for them to follow with their bags, he taking Robin's, knowing exactly where to put them. He would put them in Richard Grayson's room, seeing how Richard Grayson and Robin are one and the same. Bruce led him to his study, which seemed like quite a trek in the lavish home, but he quickly found himself in a similar situation as he had in the past, and didn't care for it one bit. Bruce closed the door behind him, locking it.

"So, Richard," he began, walking across the room in front of Robin, "I see you can still lead anyone into a story. It appears as if my teachings are still fresh within you."

"They are," he politely replied, removing his mask, his vivid blue eyes visible for once. "you still know how to act, seems as if old age hasn't caught up with you yet."

Bruce didn't smile, or took any kind of action, he merely looked at Richard.

"So," he began once more, leaning against the mantle of the fireplace in the room, "those other kids with you, that you're team?"

"Yes, Bruce, and they aren't kids. They are my teammates and friends. You really should get to know them before you even start judging them."

"I wasn't judging them, Richard, I was just merely observing. I respect the fact that you have become an accomplished leader, and rightly bear the title." Bruce acknowledged.

"I don't think you do, Bruce," Richard reasoned, "I know we had a falling out of sorts, because of my immaturity, and you're strictness, but a lot has happened and changed, which brings me to my next statement."

"What do you mean?" Wayne questioned, nearly dumbfounded.

"As long as I bear the title of Robin, I will always live in the Dark Knight's shadow, unable to escape it. Batman and Robin go hand in hand, the Dynamic Duo, but that can't be if they are separated by an entire country. Bruce, my team needs me more than anything, but you need Robin, I know you do, don't deny it."

Bruce was silent, merely shifting his feet as he pertained to thinking, pondering upon Robin's true words.

"What I'm suggesting is that Richard Grayson no longer be Robin."

It felt like someone had ran through Bruce with destructive force, attempting to mouth a legible reply.

"What are you going to do then?" He finally managed in disbelief.

"I'm not retiring, if that's what you mean," Robin informed, "but I think my days as Robin, the Boy Wonder, are over, Bruce. Come on, I'm 21 now."

"You've grown up quite a bit both physically and mentally, Richard, I understand, and you do have logical reasons." Bruce deduced. "If that is what you want to do, I am not to stop you. You are an adult and you can make your own decisions as need be. You've managed to do it for nearly 8 years without my tutelage, so I think you can do it for many to come. One question though, what do you plan on calling yourself after no longer being Robin?"

"Well, I know I learned of the name from one of my teammates after she went into the future, so might as well fulfill it. I plan on calling myself Nightwing."

"Nightwing, eh? Not bad, Richard, original indeed."

"Since I'm giving Robin back to you," he replied, "do you have another candidate or two that could possibly fulfill it?"

"Well," Bruce recollected, "I did semi-adopt a young boy off of the streets not too long ago. I caught him trying to steal the rims off of my car."

"You're car car, or the Batmobile?" Robin reasoned, knowing Bruce's secret identity as a hero of the night.

"Car car," Wayne cleared up, "but he's a lot like you were when you were little, Richard, so I think I could turn him into the next Robin. Only problem is he doesn't know that I am, well, you know."

"Isn't that how it began for me too?" Robin smirked, looking up at his mentor. "So, this kid got a name?"

"Well, of course," Wayne quickly replied, knowing Richard was merely being coy at the moment. "His name is Jason. Jason Todd."

"I see, so is he living with you now or what's going on?" he pressed, wishing to know as much information about the next young boy that is to take his place as Robin.

"He does stay here," Bruce informed, looking into the roaring flames of the fire place as the illumination danced off his featured face. "Across from your old room, actually. He's asked me a few times who stayed in that room."

"What did you tell him?" Robin requested, amused, knowing that the boy named Jason Bruce spoke of was still rather young.

"That it was my son's," Bruce half-heartily replied, "I told him that he had went off to continue his own life how he saw fit, and I thought nothing different of him for doing so."

"At least you were truthful about it," Robin replied, hiding what he was feeling on the inside after hearing Bruce's words. "So, you don't have any objections to this?"

"As I said, Richard, it's your choice. You are an adult, you are able to make your own decisions," Bruce answered, moving from across the room to approach his former ward. "But, I do have one request from you, and I do hope you accept and understand it."

"Sure, Bruce, anything," Richard acknowledged, listening up. "It's the least I could do for you."

"I want the original Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, appear for one last time this evening, just once more for nostalgic, as well as sentimental reasons. It's all I ask of you Richard, then you may do as you wish."

Robin was caught off guard upon Bruce's request, even after the defiance and childish immaturity he showed his mentor, he still requested him to be at his side for one last ride. He quickly lulled over the decision, wanting to respect Bruce's wishes, yet, part of him felt as if he was against it, or even an attempt to draw him back in under his wing.

"Well?"

The former sidekick of the Dark Knight rose from his seat, facing Bruce, his lips curling into a smile.

"Yes, Bruce, Batman and Robin will watch over the streets of Gotham for one last time tonight, then, well, I suppose I'm replaced."

"Not replaced, Richard, you are merely moving on with your life and…career, as I would expect from any intelligent person, such as yourself, so it is necessary I must find someone qualified to even think about wearing that outfit."

Wayne merely let out a huff of a laugh.

"What's so funny, Bruce?"

"How you always lived in my shadow, trying to emulate me, Richard. Now, you will have the second-generation Robin living in yours, trying to live up to you and what you did under that mask. You no longer are under me, Richard, as you will surpass me in due time. You have much to learn but so much more potential, you merely need to unlock it."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Bruce,"

He merely patted Richard on the shoulder as he smiled.

"Well, maybe you should introduce your friends to me, they seem like an honorable bunch," Bruce changed the subject, motioning for Robin to lead the way.

"Sure," he agreed, walking towards the door, "I really wish I could tell them…well, you know, because they think Batman is a god amongst heroes, so, consider yourself worshipped, Bruce."

"I really wish I could let you, Richard," Bruce admitted, "but I-, uh, you might want to put that back on."

Robin suddenly realized what Bruce was speaking of, feeling his face, finding that he had forgotten to replace his mask upon his eyes. He quickly donned the adhesive façade once more, making sure it was secure and straight.

"As I was sayin-"

"No need, Bruce, I completely understand," Robin interrupted, "yet, they still think that we are here to attend a charity banquet when I told them that we were here to hunt down a lead."

"Well, I do have to attend a charity ball this evening, merely visit, besides, you can catch up with the Commissioner and his daughter." Bruce informed.

"Before we hit the streets, I assume?" Robin added as Bruce opened the door.

"Precisely," Bruce finished, "now, inform your friends, since they will be attending as well. Alfred will bring them back here or you may have them do as they wish while you and I are, well, you know."

Robin nodded, acknowledging Bruce's statement. He climbed the staircase as it curved up to the second floor of the home, proceeding down the hall that he had many times before during his stay at the Manor. He found Cyborg walking back towards him.

"Man, this place is huge," he commented, "where you been?"

"I was discussing business matters with Mr. Wayne," Robin quickly covered up, "he informed me that the charity event that we are to attend is this evening, oh, and where something nice."

"Robin, we came to hunt down Critical Mass, not attend a party, so I doubt any of us brought anything "nice" to wear."

"Let Alfred now and he will have you fitted, don't worry," Robin added. "Mr. Wayne wants to meet all of you guys, so I need you all to go back down to the greeting room."

"Where exa-"

"Down the stairs, to your left, can't miss it," Robin interrupted as he continued his own way down the hall, leaving Cyborg behind.

In amazement that he would know exactly where everything and anything was at in this lavish home was beyond him, but Cyborg merely shrugged his shoulders as he made his way to the stairs. On the other hand, Robin found his way to his old room, the one he called home while he lived with Bruce in his younger years as Robin, the Boy Wonder. To his surprise though, he found the door wide open, yet, the light was still off. He figured that it must have been Starfire or Beast Boy snooping around, like he had instructed them not to do, so he went in a little less the cautiously, finding a young boy, about the same age and size when Richard first donned the outfit of Robin. Seizing the opportunity, he quietly peeled off his mask as he approached him, as he was knelt over a trunk in front of the bed, going through its contents.

"Who are you and what do you think you're doing?" Robin loudly questioned, scaring the boy nearly out of his skin.

He quickly wheeled around, facing Richard.

"Who the hell are you?" The boy boldly questioned back. "Better yet, why should I care?"

"Listen to me, you punk," Richard warned, picking the child up by his collar, "you watch your mouth, especially to who you're talking to. Now, who are you?"

"Jason," he quickly informed, seeing he was in no position to retaliate, "Jason Todd, now put me down."

Robin obliged, more or less dropping the cretin at his feet.

"Before you get smart," Richard began, watching him rise to stand up to him, flattening out his clothes, "I'm Richard. I do believe you are going through my stuff."

"Bruce said you moved out, so I thought I'd help myself to anything cool or worth keeping, but you don't have squat." Jason snobbily stated.

"I did, but that doesn't mean you can come in here and steal what is mine. Now, before I get angry, get out of my room."

"Whatever, loser," Jason added as he made his way to the door.

The rude boy pushed past Richard like he was nothing. Robin merely watched him as he left, crossing the hall, and slamming the door to his own room behind him.

"Was I really like that back when I was a kid?" Robin asked himself, putting his mask back on his face. He also noticed that Alfred had brought his bags up to his room.

"Great," he announced as he picked up one of the suitcases, "now I can get out of these clothes. For some reason, it feels weird to wear regular clothes after wearing that costume for so long, but I'll take it any day."

Sure enough, he emerged from his room, wearing his normal costume. Ever since their attempt at rescuing Raven, he had wore the red and black, as he found the green to represent his younger years of being Robin. As he walked down the hall, Star drifted from behind him, her pleasant form filling his vision.

"This home is grand and most wonderful, Robin," she announced, setting foot on the ground as she walked beside him, taking his hand in hers. "If what you informed me of is true, then you lived here as well, did you not?"

"I did, but it was a long time ago," he replied, looking into her eyes, "about that, Star."

She merely cocked her head at an angle as the couple made their way to the stairs.

"About your life here?"

"Yes, I need you to not speak about it, especially here. Bruce doesn't know I told you, Star, so please, do it for me."

"Anything for you, Robin, I understand," she completed with a minute smile. "I overheard we are attending a party, yes?"

"Kinda," Robin corrected, "Mr. Wayne wants us to go to this charity event, but we won't be there long. You did pack something nice to wear, didn't you?"

"Of course," she informed with her usual cheery deposition, "with all the clothing I bought at the Mall of Shopping at home, I am more than prepared."

Robin merely huffed a laugh.

"I don't mean nice like that, Star," he corrected, even though she looked as confused as ever. "Like a dress or evening gown."

"I don't quite understand, Robin."

"Ok, remember way back when Kitten or whatever her name was held me hostage for a date, and went to her dance or prom, whatever?"

Starfire nodded, seeing where he was going, but didn't understand yet.

"What you wore, that dress, that's what I meant by nice, you know, formal wear." He finished, seeing she finally knew what he was talking about.

"Robin, I did not bring anything of the formal wear," she solemnly informed.

"Don't worry, Star, Mr. Wayne told me he has things covered, I think that's why he wants to speak with all of you, so come on, we're probably holding them up."

No truer to his statement, he and Star were the last of the group to arrive in the room, the others still gawking around in amazement at the sheer immensity of Wayne Manor, as it was a lot to take in at once, but Bruce thought nothing of it, seeing how he had lived there ever since he began his empire.

"Good, glad to see that you are all here now," Bruce announced as he entered the room, immediately getting their attention. "Robin has already introduced himself to me, but I don't know the rest of you."

He approached Star, who was at Robin's side.

"What is your name, dear?"

"Starfire, Princess of Tameran, and in the engagement to Robin."

She held of her ringed finger, getting a barely noticeable wide eye stare out of him, quickly glancing over at him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Starfire. If you don't know who I am already, I'm Bruce Wayne, and you are more than welcome to stay at my home for as long as you like."

She merely smiled as he moved on to Cyborg.

"Cyborg, sir," he politely informed as he extended his hand, Bruce gladly accepting it, and finding out that he was just as strong as he looked, if not more.

"I'm just curious, but do you, as well as your other teammates have real names?" Bruce queried as he moved to B.B.

"We do," the changeling replied, getting his attention, "but is it not part of the hero code of ethics to not reveal that information?"

Bruce merely laughed, "I wouldn't know about that, my green friend, so what is your title so gladly accepted?"

"Beast Boy, but that's going to change soon, I mean, I'm 20, "boy" isn't exactly a truth anymore," he informed, attempting to be funny.

"I see," Bruce replied with a smile, looking in Terra's direction, "and who is this lovely lady at your side here?"

"Terra, Mr. Wayne," she quickly informed, extending her hand, verifying that she wasn't like other girls, "that's actually my name, just a change in letters."

Even in her eccentricity, Bruce accepted the handshake.

"At least there isn't as much of a mystery behind you, now is there?" He joked, getting her to smile.

After releasing her hand, Bruce motioned for them to take a seat on the various arrangement around his own chair.

"I don't know if your leader, Robin, had informed you or not, but there is a charity event that I wish for all of you to attend this evening. It is formal attire, but I assure you that I have everything taken care of."

"How long is this thing?" Beast Boy spoke out, almost disrespectful, but changed his tone towards the end of his statement.

"A couple hours," Bruce informed, "as soon as you can possibly leave, I will see to it that Alfred brings you back to the Manor. On the other hand, I have other business to attend to, and Robin has told me that he wishes to locate Batman and catch up with him on the past."

"Sounds fair enough," Cyborg agreed, "It's the least we could do for allowing us to use your home as a place to stay while we are here in Gotham."

Later that evening, they found themselves at the charity event in question, which happened to be more of a police ball, seeing how Gotham P.D. was more than overworked, as well as underfunded, even with the help of the Dark Knight. In any case, while the others split off, answering questions by curious partakers, Bruce and Richard, who was wearing his mask with his tuxedo, sought out Commissioner Gordon, wishing to speak with him. The white-haired, older man wasn't too hard to find amongst his younger entourage of friends on the force. Bruce politely made his way through the group that surrounded him, as Robin followed.

"Excuse me, Commissioner," Bruce began, getting his attention.

"Oh, Mr. Wayne," he greeted, seeing that his other cohorts he was conversing with filtered about. "it's been awhile, I assume your enterprises are doing wonderfully?"

"They are, I just provide the people with what they need," Bruce admitted with a smile, accepting Gordon's handshake. "So, how are things?"

"They've been better," he admitted, "not only is the force strained to the breaking point, both in terms of men and funding, crime is still on the rise. It has been here for the past few years."

"What about Batman? I thought he was able to keep it at a level that the P.D. could handle?"

"Even with him, we just can't keep up with the sheer number of crimes. Besides, he hasn't been the same as he used to, can't place my finger on it though." Gordon added, looking at the other man that was there with them, who was looking across the room for his teammates. "Who's this here with you, Bruce?"

"Oh, him?" He patted Richard on the shoulder, getting him to turn around, "you know him, and I think he is one of the underlying reasons that things have been the way they have been."

"Robin? Haven't seen you around Gotham for a long time. Something happen between you and Bats?" The Commissioner pressed, lowering his glasses as he looked over them.

"Kinda," Robin admitted, "but it was more or less for the better. If you haven't heard or not, but I'm in charge of a team in Jump City."

"Jump City? That's across the country; did you really want to get away from him that bad?"

"No, Commissioner," Robin informed, attempting to not lose his calm demeanor around him. "I thought it was time to move on, and Jump City needed a hero or two, so I answered the call. Besides, I heard that Batman is looking for a new Robin anyway, so it's time for me to just move on."

"I see, well, as long as things work out well in the end, I suppose it is all for the better." Gordon turned back to Wayne. "Bruce, have you seen my daughter lately?"

"No, Gordon, I haven't, where is she?"

No sooner than Bruce requested her presence, she appeared, walking to join the group.

"Hello, Bruce," she cheerily greeted.

"My, my, how much you have grown. I remember when you were just a little girl," he smiled.

She nodded, quickly turning to Robin, eyeing him. She motioned for him to follow her, making her way to one of the open windows, stepping onto the balcony.

"Wow, Richard, haven't seen you for a long time," she boldly stated, knowing it would make him angry.

"Don't call me that when I'm in costume, Barbara," he ordered in an attempt to be a request.

"I didn't know just your mask was your costume," Barbara added jokingly.

"It is," Richard replied with all seriousness.

"Calm down," Barbara gestured, "Bruce finally told me what happened between you two, so, are you here to clear things up, or are you reuniting?"

"If it's any of your business, Barbara, I'm trying to mend those wounds, and move on. Bruce understands, and he's even getting a new Robin."

"What? Are you quitting?" she said, astonished.
"I'm not quitting, I'm just giving up the Robin name," Richard informed.

"Because you're a big boy now, right?" She more or less joked.

"I don't have time for this," Richard flatly stated as he began walking away, only to be stopped by her grabbing him by his sleeve.

"Don't go, Richard, look, I know you're serious about this, but we've missed you…I've missed you."

She started to wrap her arms around his neck, but he quickly stepped away from her.

"Before you even get all touchy-feely, Barbara," Robin boldly informed, holding up his hand, showing her his engagement ring.

She was taken back for a second.

"You're married?" Barbara managed in her disbelief.

"Not married, engaged, but that means don't try anything, ok?" Robin politely stated.

"I understand, Richard," she stated in shame almost. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Don't worry about it," Robin finally replied as he overlooked the city before him. "So, you still doing the whole Batgirl thing?"

"Shh!" She quickly squelched. "My dad doesn't know about that, and no one else should."

"Now you know what it feels like when you go around calling me Richard," Robin stated, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk. "You still didn't answer my question though."

"I'm still doing it, but Bruce, as he always did, wants me to quit at every chance. Richard, he needs me now more than ever, since you left…he hasn't been the same."

"I know, Barbara, I could already tell that when I first arrived," Richard agreed, "but he has a new Robin, and I'm moving on."

She was silent for a moment, then looked up at him again.

"Whatever you wish to do is entirely your choice," she admitted, "and who am I to judge you? Just don't disappear on us again. Please."

"I promise you, Barbara, I won't completely disappear. I'll visit from time to time, but you need to understand that my team needs me, and they are my first priority now."

"That's all I ask, Richard," she managed, slightly saddened by his choice to give up the title of Robin.

He only smiled, gently hugging her, hugging another as if they were family or a long lost friend, seeing how she was pretty much both. Before Richard could mouth a reply, Bruce appeared.

"Excuse me, Robin?" Bruce stated incognito of him being Batman, "I do believe Batman is waiting for you, better not keep him waiting."

"Right, Mr. Wayne," Robin answered in a similar fashion, even though it was Barbara, and she knew. "Well, duty calls."

She merely smiled as she nodded, him following Bruce as they made their way across the grand room.

"Catching up with Barbara, I see," Bruce commented as they continued towards the door.

"Yeah," Richard replied, "but what really got me was how surprised she was when she saw this."

He held up his hand with his engagement ring upon it.

"Honestly Richard, that surprised me as well," Bruce stated matter of factly. "Not that you wouldn't marry, but to whom, and how I never heard about it."

"Trust me, Bruce," Robin began, "it wasn't too long ago, and I wasn't ready to speak with you yet. We aren't married yet, but we will be, we just haven't picked a date yet."

"I see," Bruce acknowledged, "I assume I'm invited?"

"Of course, Bruce," Richard smirked, "can't have my father not attend my wedding, can I?"

Bruce merely smiled upon Richard's acknowledgement for his mere existence now, seeing things were shaping up for the better between them.

Needless to say, the Dynamic Duo took flight that night for one last ride. Thought there would be a new Robin selected for Batman, it would be the last time Richard Grayson would ever be under that name as a hero for the greater good. Even though Jason Todd seemed to be the most immature, as well as rude, child he had met, Richard knew that he would definitely be able to fulfill Batman's need for a Robin. From that moment on, Richard Grayson was to be known as Nightwing. Bruce, though still having second thoughts to this idea of Richard's, had Alfred provide him with his needed material to design a new costume. Seeing how he wasn't exactly a designer by heart, Richard stuck with a basic black with a blue bird-like emblem upon the chest, blue stripes down the arms, while retaining a utility belt and boots, all clad in black. A slightly different mask replaced his normal one, but the transformation was complete, and it clearly showed. Nightwing looked many times more intimidating that Robin ever would, and it fit rightly upon Richard. Yet, it was hard not calling Richard Robin, seeing how they had for so many years, and he would always have to correct them. One thing was for sure though, his team, especially Star, absolutely loved his new look. A few days passed as the Titans continued searching for Critical Mass in the deep confines of Gotham's industrial park that seemed to sprawl as far as the eye could see. They did manage to narrow the search radius down to about 30 city blocks, though still a formidable area, it was a lot smaller than they began with. Within that area of the sprawling industrial park of Gotham laid only a small number of possible locations that could serve as his place of hiding, as well as be used for his work. Nightwing and Starfire was to stakeout an abandoned warehouse that had an extensive basement of sorts. Terra and B.B. were about 20 blocks away, investigating a foundry with a large number of lead composite materials in its construction, a perfect place to conceal and contain nuclear experiments. Last, but most certainly not least, Cyborg was assigned the dutiful task of watching a S.T.A.R. Labs Research and Development facility not far from Nightwing and Starfire. Their watchful eyes began around sundown, and it was well into the night by now.

"Anything yet, Cy?" Nightwing cued in on his communicator, as if he had been doing it at intervals all night.

"For the 30th time, Robin," Cyborg's irritated voice replied, "I will let you know if I see something. Nothing out of the ordinary besides a bunch of guys in lab coats, nothing on scanners either."

"Nightwing, Cy," he corrected, feeling the same about being irritated for the name confusion, "I'm Nightwing now."

"Heh, sorry man, I keep forgetting," Cyborg laughed, "well, it's hard since you've been, well, you for so long, it's gonna take some time to adjust."

"I know, Cyborg, well, keep me posted, I don't want this guy to get away."

"Got it, Cy out."

Nightwing restrainfully replaced his communicator upon his belt.

"I assume our friends are in as much of the luck as we are?" Star queried as she slowly stirred, clearly showing signs of fatigue since her powers and energy came from the sun, or at least recharged them.

He sat down next to her, still able to survey the building below, seeing nothing more than a few late night people stirring about their business, some more legitimate than others, but he didn't want to risk blowing their cover. Starfire merely rested her head on his shoulder, next to his, their backs against a ventilation fan atop the building across the street from their targeted area.

"You assume right," he sighed, continuing to look down. "I really hope we narrowed it down correctly, if not, he may have already got away."

"I have much faith in you and your abilities of the detective work, Nightwing," Star consoled, remembering his name, seeing how the others found it hard to remember for now. "Yet, I do have a question I truly hope you have an answer for."

"What's that?" He requested with a smile, as he always enjoyed her naivety, especially in hope of lightening the mood.

"When are you going to set the date of the marriage bond between you and I?" Starfire truthfully asked, looking into him concealed eyes.

"I, uh, well," he haphazardly began, "I haven't exactly picked a particular day out yet, Star, but I promise you I will as soon as all of this is over with, and nothing will stand in the way of that, ok?"

"I understand," Star succumbed with a smile, snuggling closer to him as he continued to watch below.

Meanwhile, B.B. and Terra were in a similar fashion when it came to the stakeout mission, as absolutely nothing of importance was going on. Though he was the one keeping watch, nothing out of the ordinary besides the witnessing of a couple drug deals and a "lady of the night" on the street corner continually going up to every single car that stopped at the light, looking for a taker, Terra had managed to amuse herself by using her powers, and tossing small pebbles upon the rooftop across it.

"So," she announced, breaking the eerie silence of the night, "what do you think?"

"About what?" B.B. replied, still surveying below, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

"About us, Beast Boy," Terra came right out with, getting him to quickly turn around.

"What about us?" He second questioned, "Look, Terra, this isn't the time for this."

"It's as good as any," she protested, crawling up to him from her seated position. "It's been what? 9 months? Beast Boy, you have to let it go. As I said, it's for the best, not only for you, but for me as well."

"How's that?" B.B. politely questioned as he glanced back down, attempting to ignore her, but it wasn't working at all.

"Think about it," she nearly pleaded, getting his attention once more, "how Raven was to you…is how you are to me."

"Terra, please, could we change the subject and not do this now. Any other time, I'd be more than happy to talk to you about this, but now's not the time."

She was nearly devastated by his remark, though he didn't mean it to be so cold, it went through her like an icy blast of frigid air.

"Well," she finally managed, changing the subject, but remaining relevant, "could you at least tell me what your name is? Your real name?"

"My name?" B.B. second questioned, getting a nod of a reply, "it's Garfield, Garfield Logan."

"Garfield? As in the cat?"

"Yes, Garfield as in the cat, hilarious, isn't it?" He answered, rolling his eyes.

"It's…different, but it isn't funny, I like it, it suits you," Terra replied with a chuckle of sorts.

"Turnabout's fair play, tell me your's," he quickly quipped, turning back to face down below.

"Well, you already know my first name, seeing how there is only letter changes." Terra admitted, "but, I guess I'll give you my full name. It's Tara Markov."

"Markov? That sounds Russian," he commented, turning back with a cocked eyebrow.

"It is, I used to live in Moscow back when I was a little girl, like when I was 5. Since I was about 10 or 11, my powers kicked in, and I went on the lamb, trying to help, but only cause that much more damage and suffering. In any case, you got my name now."

"Learn something new everyday, don't you?" he nonchalantly commented, getting a smirk out of her.

"Seriously though, Garfield," Terra began, "I really need to kn-"

"Hey, guys," Cyborg's voice interrupted over the communicators, startling them half to death. "I've got something over here."

"Out of the ordinary something or just something?" B.B. chimed in.

"Don't start with me, green bean," Cyborg warned over the communicator. "I think I got Johnson down here, and he's looking awfully suspicious. I should have figured that this is where he'd go, where a scientist could blend in and all."

"Well, verify it, Cy, we're on our way," Nightwing announced, "hold position and we'll rendezvous with you."

"Likewise," B.B. added, ending the conversation.

He turned to Terra, even though she heard the announcement herself.

"Time to roll, let's go," he announced, quickly morphing into a bird, Terra right behind him as she floated behind him on a small boulder she had managed to find elsewhere.

It was only a matter of moments before Nightwing, Star, Terra, and B.B. arrived nearly simultaneously to Cyborg's position.

"What's going on?" Nightwing quickly requested as Star set him down upon the rooftop, walking to the cybernetic being.

"I got a definite I.D. on Johnson, and he entered the side door of the facility." Cyborg informed, pointing to the respective side of the building, "I spotted him only a few moments ago, and I called you, I don't know what he's doing in there, but I do vaguely remember seeing this place before a long time ago."

"How?" B.B. pondered, getting his attention.

"My father works for S.T.A.R. Labs, and I think he worked here for a short time, but that was forever ago. Enough chit-chat, time to see what Johnson, a.k.a. Critical Mass is up to."

"Right," Nightwing agreed, "Star and I will come in through the skylight, Cy, you watch for anything suspicious, or maybe that they've been alerted to our intrusion. Terra, Beast Boy, see if you can't get in through that side door. If there's any guards, avoid them, and besides, it's the night shift, they have a million other things they could possibly doing to babysit this place, so keep it simple."

Everyone agreed with his sensible course of action, Star taking hold of Nightwing once more, B.B. and Terra flying to their respective target, while Cyborg continued to be lookout. Star released Nightwing, allowing him to gently land, rolling to a kneeling position. From his semi-new belt, he brandished a tool for cutting glass.

"Are you sure this is…legal, Nightwing?" Star cautiously stated, concerned, "We are doing the breaking and the entering, are we not?"

"Trust me, Star," he replied, finishing his circular cut in the window, gently removing the piece, "It's well worth it. Besides, we aren't going to get caught."

"I do hope you are right," Starfire finished, watching him rappel down into the recess of the building, while she merely floated through the window after him.

Meanwhile, Beast Boy and Terra landed in the alley way, keeping a safe distance from the door, as well as to say out of sight of the security cameras.

"You think we're going to catch this guy?" Terra whispered while the two of them remained ducked behind a series of garbage cans and other waste.

"Positive, with Nightwing and Star going after him, he's toast," he commented with a thumb's up, "even if he does give them the slip, he's got to go through us, so, yeah, we got him."

"So far, so good," Nightwing whispered as he surveyed the dark interior of the room he entered in, though large, and possessing two stories, it was nearly empty, all but several lab tables and desks below, as well as a security light in the corner. Nightwing encroached upon the upper level catwalk with great care, not wishing to alert anyone, especially Johnson, of their presence.

"Are you sure he hasn't given us the slipping, Nightwing?" Starfire beckoned, helping off of the catwalk, drifting down to the ground floor below.

Before he could even reply, the sound of the elevator across the room sounded as it stopped, opening its doors, and revealing a scientist with a PDA of sorts.

"Every time I need something around here, one of those buffoons make off with it," he mumbled to himself, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Both of them immediately recognized the owner of the voice from the confines of the darkness. They maneuvered across the room in the shadows as he walked up to a large bookcase, looking through the volumes, apparently attempting to find the work he needed. Starfire remained distanced while Nightwing crept up to him, less than a foot away, standing erect.

"You aren't too bright when it comes to evasion, are you, Professor?" He quipped, causing the middle-aged man to wheel around out of sheer terror.

Harvey immediately recognized the voice, and bolted for the door past him, dropping his belongings as he did so. Nightwing brandished his Birdlauncher, a contraption he had used many times over to swing from place to place, or to incapacitate a fleeing suspect, and he preferred the latter of the two. He fired the device, the projectile linked to the launcher by a high-tensil strength wire lurching towards Johnson's person as he sprinted, immediately wrapping around him several times before coming taught, causing him to jerk to a stop, falling to the floor. The wire binding his arms to his body and legs together, he wasn't going anywhere, no matter how much struggling he did. Starfire merely picked him up by the wire, holding him as if she were carrying a purse.

"You have no right to do this!" He exclaimed, still struggling.

"So you did when you blew up our vehicle, or when you attacked us, or even when you lied to us, Professor?" Nightwing corrected, causing him to stop fidgeting for a moment.

"Unless you have a warrant for my arrest, you costumed freak, then you are violating my rights as a person under the law!" Johnson continued to be irate, Nightwing lifting him up to his face.

"Consider yourself a special case then, as we are a special exception to that, now shut your mouth unless spoken to, my friends and I have questions, and you will give us answers."

"Like hell, I will," he remained defiant as Star hoisted him through the skylight, taking hold of Nightwing in her other hand.

"If you don't give us something we need, then I will personally see to it that your life becomes one," the Robin of yesterday threatened, getting silence out of him for the moment.

Before he could even contemplate a reply, he found himself airborne, watching them rise into the air as they began making their way back to Cyborg's position. The trio in flight was over the road in a matter of seconds, landing, well, Star and Nightwing landing, Johnson merely crashing into the room several feet to below, letting out a groan of pain.

"Just the asshole I was wanting to talk to," Cyborg gruffly stated, picking Johnson up by his restraints upon his wrists. "We need to have a chat about you blowing up our ride."

"I'll have all of you thrown in prison for assault!" He yelled, Cyborg merely pushing him into one of the ventilation ducts atop the roof, causing him to sit on it.

Nightwing had had enough, taking him by the collar as he sat there.

"Not before you go for lying to an official of the law, destruction of federal property, assault and battery, escape and evasion, oh, lastly, accessory to multiple counts of murder."

"What! I understand that I attacked you and all, but I had no hand in anyone else's death, I swear to you!" Harvey semi-confessed.

"Did you now?" Nightwing continued, "It was under your name by no mistake that these OEM's were purchased under YOUR name, and the exact serial number we took off of one matched with the one found at a crime scene, in turn, was involved with a murder, and possibly more. Now, unless you start telling me things I want to hear, you are going away for a long, long time."

"I told you, I purchased them for research, and they were stolen," Johnson reiterated, feeling all of their eyes bearing down upon him.

"And you're a filthy liar, too," Beast Boy commented, being squelched by Nightwing.

"A student of the H.I.V.E. Academy was using this thing, maybe several of them. He and his group are responsible for multiple murders of Titans, now, you are going to tell me where you gave or sent these to."

"I have no idea as to what you are talking about, you basketcase!" Harvey exclaimed, though he felt the pressure closing in on him.

"Cyborg, grab his feet please and follow me," Nightwing requested, him aptly doing so, but not before a moment of retaliation that was quickly deafened. Before he knew it, Johnson found himself dangling head-first over the building's edge, watching the illuminated pavement 8 stories below rock back and forth.

"Funny thing, Professor," Nightwing commented in his moment of terror, "seeing how I uphold the law, but aren't bound by it, I am able to…push the envelope. Now, unless you want to see if you can survive the impact, I suggest you tell me where the H.I.V.E. Academy and Brother Blood are at."

"You're crazy, all of you are!" He managed, Cyborg acting as if he were loosening his grip, seeing the fright in his eyes, knowing that they would really release him into the arms of death if he didn't give them something useful…fast.

"I've never seen a human pancake before," Beast Boy commented.

"Ok, ok, ok," Johnson finally broke, "Blood…he's in Gotham, so is his school. It's in the same area as Arkham Asylum, a-a-an old, abandoned church. If I knew more, I'd tell you, just please, don't drop me."

"How do we know he ain't lying?" Cyborg queried with a cocked eyebrow. "He could just be bluffing, get to jail, and find a way out or post bail, make a run for it."

"Because," a deep, mysterious voice called from behind them, causing all of them to wheel around out of surprise, "I know exactly where he speaks of."

It was Batman, all in his low and behold glory, before them.

"Are you sure?" Nightwing questioned, motioning for Cyborg to bring him back to safety.

"There's been a lot of activity over the past few months, I haven't had time to investigate myself, but I have noticed it. Your suspect here is telling the truth. I'm impressed by your interrogation…abilities." The Dark Knight ended with a compliment.

"I learned from the best," Nightwing replied, knowing it was Bruce, "I wanted to know if you would do us a favor then. Could you drop this waste of a life off at the precinct while we go to this abandoned church?"

"You seem like a nice bunch of…kids," he coolly replied, "I suppose, but make sure to let me know before you start making trouble in my city next time."

"Will do," Cyborg nodded, but not before Beast Boy went right up to him in awe, looking up at him.

"Dude, er, I mean, Mr.…Batman, Sir? Can I have your autograph?" He questioned as if he were a hyperactive 10-year-old, as he wasn't far from it at times. B.B. brandished a piece of paper and a pen.

"I don't do autographs," he sternly replied, seeing he had killed the changeling's spirits, "but, I will make an exception this time."

Sure enough, B.B. got the Dark Knight's signature, as if he were a celebrity.

"Enough of this foolishness," Nightwing announced, "thank you for your assistance, Batman, we owe you one."

"No, Nightwing, we're even," he replied, leaping off with Johnson in tow, his eyes still wide with fright.

"What did he mean by that, man?" Cyborg questioned as he started checking the map around the Arkham area.

"Nothing," Nightwing assured, secretly smiling on the inside.

"So, now what?" Terra finally spoke up, wishing to know what the next course of action was going to be.

"I've got a lock, Ro-, er, Nightwing, Johnson was telling the truth, not too far from here either," Cyborg informed, closing the access hatch to the screen on his arm.

"We shut down H.I.V.E. Academy and Blood for good. This time, he won't be able to rebuild another school, he is going to pay for what he has done under the law. I really wish we could carry out a sentence ourselves, but he must be brought in, alive."

"Can't always guarantee that if they don't comply," Cyborg added, signaling the direction that they were to head in.

"I assure you he will pay," Nightwing finished, Starfire taking hold of him once more to prepare for flight, "one way or another, he will pay."