"Just look at them Teekl! Barely coping! One's learned that his precious Batman isn't as godlike as he perceives him- and the other thinks it's all some fantasy! It's just too precious! Ha-ha-ha!" Klarion cracked up, watching the two Robin's from the comfort of the same rooftop as before. Floating in front of him were two cross-dimensional windows, which served as the perfect television screens for watching chaos ensue.
"Mew." Teekl was not content to just sit and watch them; after all, one of them had basically figured the whole thing out and the other one was just as, if not more, resourceful. He'd figure it out in no time.
"Oh Teekl don't be such a debbie-downer, sometimes you need to just sit and watch chaos spawn itself, all right?" Klarion returned back, looking to where the cat had been sitting just moments before. "…Teekl? Where did you go now you great flea-bag of a cat?"
"Well now that isn't any way to treat a cat" A slippery smooth voice said from the shadows, and as Klarion turned about to see a shape in the shadows.
"Who's there?" He demanded, "Because I'm warning you now- you don't mess with a Lord of Chaos and get out alive!"
"Well, that would be frightening, if I wasn't already considered a dead man" Stepping out form the shadows was a man with only one eye. His face was split right down the middle; black on one side, orange on the other. In one hand he held Teekl by a strange metal collar, in the other a remote-like device that could only be a detonator of some sort. Klarion faltered. He knew who this was, and he knew he was dangerous, a mercenary and assassin; volatile and dangerous.
"Deathstroke the Terminator!" Klarion declared, hands on his hips. "I knew you were dangerous- but to attack an innocent little pussy cat? And here I thought that you were above that?" The masked man laughed, evidently amused by Klarion's antics.
"Deathstroke hmm? A bit obvious a name, I sincerely hope he's of no relation to me. No, I'm afraid I'm called Slade in these parts. And as for the cat? We both know the answer to that question" Klarion cringed, clearly the Deathstroke, or 'Slade' of this world ran a little differently than the one of the world he usually frequented.
"What do you want?" Klarion demanded.
"What do I want? I want a 'piece of the action' so to speak, I want to take that little piece of chaos you created and use it to destroy the Teen Titans- and after doing that- take over the world. I may even take out that 'Young Justice' which riddles your world too, who knows. I'll certainly destroy Robin at any rate" Slade said, still holding onto Teekl with an iron grip.
"Mew," Teekl said weakly, infuriating Klarion.
"While I do appreciate your initiative to take out those little brats- I'll never help you! This is my game! Not yours! Mine! Their my toys to play with and if you think that you can-" Klarion stopped as Teekl began yowling wildly in pain, stopping only when Slade lifted his finger from what Klarion had taken to be a detonator.
"Teekl! How could you- you- you bully you!"
Slade laughed again, "Now you see how the cards stand. I have, quite literally, in my hands the source of your power- if you do what I say, I'll return him to you, mostly unharmed. If not, well," He began to move to push the button again.
"No! Teekl- transform!" Klarion ordered. There was no way that little collar could hold back the great beast that Teekl could become… no way. Only as Teekl began to change shape, he was shocked again- and forced to remain in cat form.
"Mew!" Teekl gasped weakly.
"Ah, yes, the collar. I imagine you want to know more about it don't you?" Slade said casually, "Well I'll tell you, it was originally made to contain the Beastboy; works just as well on pesky familiars however." Even Klarion knew when he was beat, with Teekl captured… he was defenseless.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well, for starters- we're going to need a bit of a prisonbreak"
End chap. 5