Well, it's been a while. Hopefully now that summer has started I will time to complete this story. It is a little shorter than usual but has some valuable information especially towards the end (HINT HINT) :) Enjoy

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE TEEN TITANS

The files slowly dropped to the floor as Richard leaned back into his chair. Rubbing his eyes he tried to stimulate his brain to no avail. His mind was exhausted after studying the numerous files he had on Pilot. According to his research there was no correlation between attacks. Which means no leads. Richard lifted his head back up and looked down at the table. It was almost November, the weather had turned from rainy to cold and yet, nothing strange had occurred in Jump City.

As he reached for the piles he heard a familiar voice, "Hey, Rich. That room of yours must smell real bad; you've been in there for 3 straight days. Why don't you get off that pretty little behind of yours and come join the group?"

--

Richard followed Victor into the living room to find Gar and Kori engrossed in a TV show. Rachel sat in the lounge chair reading a book.

"Anyone want some popcorn?"

"It's not vegetarian popcorn, is it?" Vic asked.

"Dude, they don't even make that stuff….wish they did though."

"I don't think that would taste very good."

"I second Kori that just sounds gross." Richard said as he sat on the couch, next to Kori.

The Titans sat and watched the TV most of the afternoon before Gar finally turned it off. Vic looked over to see Kori's head lying of Richard's shoulder. He smiled. "So, Kori, how's the dance coming?"

"Not too bad. I'm still not sure which song to use. I have it narrowed down to 3."

"That's my girl. You don't need a date to this Christmas ball do you? If bird boy doesn't ask then I'd be more that willing to take you."

Kori laughed and Richard's face turned bright red. "No, Vic. I am not in need of a date, just my friends."

"Hey, Rachel!"

"Yes, Gar."

"How's the art exhibit coming?"

"Good. We'll be hosting the opening at the end of next week. You all are invited of course."

"SWEET!!"

"ONLY, if you can control yourself. Most artists don't like loud obnoxious people."

"Gar and I might have to wait outside then. Loud is our middle name."

"Well, I'm off to the studio. I'm going to play with the three songs to see if I can find one that fits." Richard felt cold air when she got up and watched her head for the door picking up her bag off the kitchen floor.

"Just call if you need us."

"Thanks Richard."

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"Tonight's a big night Richard."

"Why mom? It looks and sounds just like it did last night, and the night before that, and the night before that and the…."

His mom just laughed. "Well, there are some very special people here tonight. There is Gotham City mayor, the Chief of police, and Mr. Bruce Wayne, the man whose train system you like so much."

Richard gasped, "Can I say hi to him?"

"Maybe after the performance, but maybe your father will let you take a peak through the tent. Why don't you go ask him?"

"DAD!!" Richard ran away from his mother and headed towards the back entrance where his father stood. "Hey, dad, can you show me Mr. Wayne?"

His father smiled before hoisting Richard onto his shoulders. "Ok, son, if you look to the center seating area on the first row. The man in the grey suit with the black hair."

"Ugh, he doesn't look very nice."

His father laughed. "Well, he wants to meet us after the show tonight and even has a surprise for you."

"Really?" Richard's eyes began to light up. He loved gifts.

His father nodded. "But, before he can do that we need to put on a GREAT performance. Go back to your mother and get ready to go on. We're up in 5"

"Yes, sir!!"

--5 minutes later--

"AND NOW INTRODUCING THE AMAZING FLYING GRAYSONS!!"

Richard never got tired of hearing the roar of the crowd. He and his father were up first, that way it was easier for the stage hands to take the net down. Richard looked forward to the day he wouldn't have to use net, just like his dad.

Though he had practiced difficult stunts they weren't ready for show yet, so his father had told him to just stick to the simple flips. Richard performed them perfectly and received a loud applause.

Next, up was his parents' special stunt. His mom would swing three times before propelling herself towards his dad, performing two twist back flip combinations. She performed them with ease but as soon as she grabbed her husbands hand something snapped.

In slow motion, Richard watched his parents fall towards the ground, with no net to catch them.

Richard awoke with a start and looked at the clock. It was drawing near 12:15 am, and his gut told him something was wrong. Where's Kori?

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Kori hadn't realized how much time had pasted. She had started rehearsing at the studio around 8pm and now the clock read 1am. I can't believe how caught up I was; I really hope nobody is worrying about me.

She quickly grabbed her stuff, shut off the lights and left the building, making sure she locked the back door from which she exited. Kori quickly started heading out of the alley when a stranger spoke from behind.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Kori turned, prepared for trouble, only to see an elderly homeless man. "Yes. Can I help you with something?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could direct me to the nearest homeless shelter."

"Oh, of course. It's….."

Before she could react a hand came over her mouth and she inhaled a sour smell. Kori felt herself loosing consciousness before blacking out.

The homeless man watched the attacker pick the girl up; he felt bad for what he had done. Another man came out of the shadows.

"Thank you for your help." He said giving him a roll of 20s before walking to the black van waiting in the street.

UH-OH!! Please review!! Oh, and I forgot to thank all those AMAZING people who reviewed. I appreciate it. Also, I have decided not to create another "small" villain. The "Big Boss" aka Pilot is up. Anyone want to take a guess as to who it is?! REVIEW REVIEW!! Thanks :)