Sure, some of the adventures Solor had with the Titans were fun. Most of the time, that is. But not all of them could be put into as much detail as they had been before. When Mumbo attacked for the first time and Cyborg was forced into a bit of an issue with his depleting battery, thanks to the dragon's quick thinking (and rage when the crazed magician threatened to cut Starfire in half), he was able to easily spot the source of his power and destroyed the wand, allowing the Titans to find the depleted Cyborg before a strange creature named Fixit could take him away. And with a simple conversation, was able to bring the estranged human back into the world of light.

He was not involved in the incident where Beast Boy and Cyborg went into Raven's mind, but he did buy the empath enough time to get them out by distracting Starfire with a shopping trip to the mall. Needless to say, he found out the color pink did not go well with his bronze scales.

Let's not even get into the Puppet King or Trident incidents.

Finally, the event that really dragged him into a depressed state was the Red X fiasco. To not only be outwitted by a thief, but also by a thief that was made up by your leader? He refused to listen to Robin for at least a month. Which brings us to the present, where Solor is napping in his room once again. He was supposed to be in a training session with Starfire and the others, but lately he had been very reluctant to do anything team related.

Enter Robin, with a less than pleased expression on his face. "Solor, wake up", he ordered. And just like that, the dragon had suddenly shot up, grabbing his leader by the collar and pinning him against the wall, glaring. Fortunately, he was able to catch himself, and soon, put Robin down, who didn't even look phased. He then turned, walking to the other side of his room, and sitting down, refusing to even acknowledge the boy wonder. "This has gone on far enough. You don't listen to any commands your given, you've been even more irritable than normal… last week, we had to stop you from beating Rancid to a bloody pulp. What is wrong with you?!"

"Let me ask you a question, Robin", Solor said, growling angrily at the accusations. He turned. "What kind of leader lies to his followers? What kind of commander has reason to doubt his soldiers when they have done nothing to warrant mistrust?! What kind of man says that he is doing one thing, and then turns out to be doing the one thing that he set out to prevent his entire life?!"

There was a moment of silence, and soon Solor sighed. Surprisingly, he backed down. "Forget I said anything, Robin. I am… hurt that you were so easily able to lose faith in me, yet you expect me to forgive you so quickly." He looked his leader in the eye, and for once, Robin didn't see anger or arrogance… he saw sadness (and a tiny bit of frustration). "I… just need some time. I have never been… betrayed like that before."

"What about your home?" Robin asked. "You seem to hate your past… why do you dislike talking about it?"

At that Solor snarled, and glared. "That is personal, Robin. You do not have my trust to talk about that."

Robin would've asked more, but all of a sudden, his eyes began drooping. Judging by Solor struggling to stand, he was having difficulty staying awake as well. The dragon sniffed the air, and let out a low growl before he suddenly fell, passing out before he hit the ground. "Knockout gas…" Robin said, yawning. He quickly began reaching for his communicator, about to hit the panic button when finally he too fell unconscious.

XxXxX

There was no telling how much time had passed, but when Robin awoke, it was with a sudden gasp. All he could think about was making sure his team was okay… and escaping the blasted chair that he was suddenly bound to. It was as if the person who made the chair carved it around his body, because certain aspects, such as the ends of the arm rests wrapping around his hands, or parts of the legs curling tightly around his ankles. A sudden groan got his attention, and when he turned to his left, he saw all the others were trapped as well, with certain modifications to counteract their powers.

Starfire was trapped similarly to Robin, but with red energy surrounding her wrists, no doubt canceling her starbolts. Cyborg had a big metal bar wrapped around his chest and arms, keeping him from using his sonic cannon or advanced strength. Raven had light surrounding her wrists, and Beast Boy had rubber bands strapped to him, no doubt for his shapeshifting. Speaking of Beast Boy…

"Am I the only one who has no idea where we are?" Always stating the obvious…

"Why, you're right where you belong, my duckies!" came the response, as the Titans turned their gaze up the stairs that they hadn't noticed before. There was a figure with bright red hair, white pants, and a shirt designed to symbolize the British flag. His eyes gleamed as he raised his arms, shouting out, "You're in school!" He jumped, sliding down the railing and landing gracefully in front of the teenagers. When he landed, he spun his cane, which had a red gem atop it, as he addressed them.

"That's right, lads and lovies… you're the only students of Mad Mod's Institute for Bratty Teenage Do-Gooders." He glared at them, his cane beginning to glow with white energy. "And it's high time someone taught you sprogs a lesson."

XxXxX

Solor groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, his temples throbbing. He then growled, aggravated that he got taken so easily. "Whoever did this will suffer greatly at my claws."

"Oh, settle down, you overgrown gecko", came the thick british accent of Mad Mod. But instead of the young man the others had seen, this version of Mod was quite old, with liver spots and a balding head. He didn't even own a cane; in fact, he was seated perfectly in a mechanical marvel, with different levers and buttons that did who knows what. "Your claws ain't gonna touch nothing except for your own friends."

"Oh really?" the dragon snarled, flexing his muscles as he struggled to move, looking down and realizing that someone had completely bound him with metal fastenings all over. He had no leeway at all; the only thing he could move was his head. "And what if I refuse? You will simply hold me here forever?"

"Oh, I have my ways to get you to do what I want, duckie", the old man retorted, a wicked grin on his face. "I didn't set this place up just to hold you and your friends. I've designed it to not only test your physical strength, but your mental as well." And just like that, the old man disappeared, revealing that Solor was only staring at a screen. And suddenly, it was covered by black and white swirls, which Solor quickly recognized.

"So this is what the great mind of my enemy has come up with?" he scoffed. "Do not make me laugh. I have the mental strength of ten of my kind."

"Oh really?" came the reply, and suddenly, Solor wasn't so sure. He quickly averted his eyes, stopping himself from staring at the screen. But just like that, new restraints popped out of the chair, forcing him to stare at his captor's hypno screen. He could feel himself starting to fade, and he growled, fighting the hypnotism.

"No! I refuse to let you take control!" he roared, pulling at his bonds. "When my friends find me-"

"Friends? What friends?" Mad Mod laughed wickedly. "The little sprogs haven't even noticed that you were missing! What makes you think that they'll help you?"

That took the dragon by surprise. His friends didn't even know that he was gone? His consciousness began to fade more as his eyes drooped. "Y-You are l-lying… my t-team… would never…"

"Oh, but they have, little duckie!" cackled the old man. "Your little friends have abandoned you, and it's high time they payed for it!"

His friends had abandoned him? That wasn't possible… they would never… they wouldn't… they couldn't… but they have.

As Solor opened his eyes again, a red glow overcame his normally amber eyes, and his teeth became more pointed, like an animal's. "They betrayed my trust…" he said slowly. "They… shall… pay…"

XxXxX

"The last thing I smashed tried to smash me back", Robin told his team mates, pounding his fist. "I'm sure this whole place is booby-trapped."

It had taken a good amount of time, but the rest of the team managed to regroup after being separated. Robin had ended up in a normal classroom, Starfire in a library, Raven in the gymnasium, Cyborg in a computer, and poor Beast Boy managed to get hypnotized shortly after he was transported to the science lab. Fortunately, with quick thinking (and bodily humor) on Cyborg's part, they managed to snap him out of it.

As the Titans made their next plan of attack, a single question arose from Starfire that made everyone realize that the team was incomplete.

"Where is Solor?"

A large bang caught their attention, as a wooden door buckled slightly under the force of… whatever it was that struck it. The young Mad Mod suddenly ran out of it, the roar of something big escaping the room before the door was slammed shut. He turned to the Titans, a nervous smile on his face. "Well, duckies, I'll admit… I didn't expect your overgrown lizard to be as strong as he is."

"What did you do to Solor?" Robin growled, getting into a stance, ready to spring and take down the deranged teacher.

"Well, I may have attempted to use one of my more… advanced sort of hypno screens on him", Moddy said, getting smacked as the door suddenly buckled again. "And now… not only do I got the perfect student… I also got the star rugby player that every school needs."

"What is this 'rugby'?" Starfire asked, confused.

"Think American football… just without the safety padding", Cyborg countered, charging up his sonic cannon. "And it looks like Moddy's got a hard time keeping a leash on his star." Suddenly, the ginger englishman moved away from the door, just seconds before it broke

"Who said I was his target?" Mod responded, grinning wickedly, and suddenly, a hulking figure walked out of the broken door. It was bronze like Solor, but there was no way that they were the one and the same. This… thing was two feet taller than all of the titans. His snout was much more elongated, his horns pointed even sharper. Instead of the skinny build that Solor had opted, this looked like a football player… except the shoulder pads weren't needed. Lastly, his eyes were dark red, instead of the amber that matched his scales.

"That thing is… Solor?" Cyborg asked, shocked. "Since when can he do that?!"

"Looks like he has more secrets than we thought", Raven toned. "And he really doesn't look happy."

"Friend Solor!" Starfire cried out, smiling. She immediately flew over, about to hug her friend… when all of a sudden, his tail shot at her, hitting her in the gut and sending her flying backwards. She actually smashed into the railing, destroying it utterly as she grunted as the force of the attack made a small dent int he ground. The rest of the Titans gaped, then stared back at their friend, who roared in outrage.

"TRAITORS!" he screamed, smoke billowing from his maw and nostrils. "DEFILERS!" Solor suddenly charged, swiping at Robin, his claws gleaming. Of course, the leader managed to jump away, but just barely, while the behemoth growled angrily. He may have gotten bigger and stronger, but he was certainly slower. The normal Solor would have been able to catch Robin.

"Solor must have been exposed to a hypno screen!" Robin declared, glaring at Mad Mod, who was whistling innocently. "We're either gonna have to snap him out of it…"

"… or take him out", Cyborg finished, charging his Sonic Cannon as he suddenly rushed forward, just as Robin cried out "TITANS! GO!" The others followed shortly, albeit reluctantly. Solor was their friend, their teammate. How could they fight him?

With a lot of difficulty, as it turns out.

Cyborg went down first. As he fired his weapon, Solor's wings suddenly blocked the attack, blowing away the smoke caused by the sonic cannon before charging. He punched Cyborg in the human side of his face, before spinning him around and kicking him head-first into the leader of the Titans. Raven attempted to use her magic to contain him, but after only three hits with his massive fists, the energy was disrupted, and he jumped into the air, hitting her in the gut and forcing her to the ground.

Beast Boy didn't stand a chance… and even then, as soon as he looked up, his eyes were caught by another hypno screen.

As all of this was going on, Starfire could only stare in horror. As her friends were all being knocked out, more of Mad Mod's inventions were coming out, grabbing the Titans and pulling them back to their seats that they had been trapped in before. Finally, just as Solor was about to bring his fists down upon the struggling to stand Robin, she took action, flying in front of Solor and catching his fists.

"Friend Solor! You must stop this! We are your friends!" she cried, struggling under the force of her opponent.

"Friends?!" Solor growled, bringing his fists back up and attempting to hit her again. "You lie! You are not my friends! You abandoned me!"

Starfire grunted a bit, forcing herself to keep standing even after blocking blow after blow. "No, my friend! We got separated from each other! Our friends almost were killed by this Mad Mod!"

"if you are my friends, why do you still have faith in Robin?!" he roared, his maw smoking angrily as he began attacking with his tail again, only to have it caught in Starfire's clutches. They both began pulling, at an impasse due to their equal strength. "He lied to us! He betrayed us! He is not fit to lead us!"

"And you should say you are?" Starfire countered. "You are attacking us!"

"No! Not I!" Solor responded, sounding confused. The red glow in his eyes flickered with uncertainty. "R-Robin… he betrayed us!"

"He lied to us so he could closer to Slade", Starfire finally said, releasing the now limp tail, which fell to the ground. "He did it so we wouldn't hold back on him. He did it for our sake, for the city's sake." She approached Solor, who took a step back before allowing her to come close. "There is more to being a hero than your own personal feelings, my friend."

Finally, the red glow died, and Solor slowly shrunk to his familiar, skinny form. Then, his mouth began smoking again, and with a loud, anguished roar, he turned, breathing fire all over the room. When it hit the walls, Mod's sham of a school was revealed, showing the controls that ran through the whole building and eventually the elder Mad Mod, who had his arms up to protect himself from the smoke, coughing loudly. When he finally was able to lower his hands, he shook visibly as Solor walked over, picking him up by his collar.

"'Ello, guvner…" he said shakily, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I do not take kindly to being tricked, mortal", Solor growled, his nostrils emitting smoke still. Then just like that, he flicked the man on his forehead, hard enough to make his head snap back. When Mod yelped in pain, the dragon gave a satisfied smirk, then through him on the ground in front of the other Titans, who were now able to break free from the chairs Mod had tried to restrain them in.

"Let us leave this place. Moddy needs to visit the proper authorities."