A white and red helicopter landed on the roof of Titans Tower; a team of four medical technicians got out quickly and rolled out the small ramp. Weaver's wheelchair came down it slowly, being pushed along by another MT. Robin opened the stairwell door, greeting his teammate.

"Nice to have you back, Weaver."

"Yeah. Great." Raven smacked him on the back of the head, glaring at him. "Sorry. Nice to be back."

"I'll let you get straightened out, but then we should probably talk in my room. I'll be waiting."

The room was nearly bare; his bed was the only piece of furniture, facing the room's sole window. The Jump City skyline was visible, the sunset outlining the silhouettes of buildings in the distance. There was a knock at his door, and Weaver grabbed his cane and hobbled over to it, smacking the open button. Robin was on the other side, leaning against the wall.

"You were supposed to come and talk to me."

"Sorry. Got a lot on my mind." He limped back to the bed and sat down, inviting Robin to come and sit down.

"You alright?"

"Not really."

"Let me see your leg." He rolled his pant leg up, showing the fractured kneecap and torn calf that was forcing him to limp.

"It'll be back to normal soon enough. But I mean are you alright?"

"Not really."

"Talk to me, then. Is it Black Mask?"

"No, he's dead."

"You don't feel guilty?"

"He shot Kitrina and Raven in the head. Kitrina twice. I don't feel guilty. I'm proud of what I did. I just feel uneasy. Like we're on the brink and about to tip over."

"Gut feelings are typically right. That's why Bruce sent you here. He's trying to take care of the issue, but he wants you here so that we can protect you."

"I can protect myself."

"Not injured like you are. Don't fight me, Simon. I'm on your side."

"Don't give me your stereotypical bullshit, Robin."

"I ju-"

"Forget it. Sorry. I'm trying to get a hold of that. But I need you to do me a favor."

"What?"

"Get Cyborg to install a screen in here and a camera on the front door. I don't want to let somebody in that I don't want to talk to."

"Kitrina?"

"Who else?"

"I understand, but you need to resolve your issues. We can't have you here if you two are constantly fighting."

"I will, I just can't right now."

"And, if you don't mind me saying, resolve your issues for good this time. I'm sorry, but you two just don't work together. It'll go well for a little while, but at the first hint of trouble, you'll hate each other again. Just try to be friends. Raven's better for you. I'm going to go and brief the others on the situation, do you want anything?"

"Send Rae in when you're done."

"You got it."

Twenty minutes later, he heard Raven's footsteps in the hall, then inside of his room. She'd simply walked through the wall, ignoring the door entirely.

"Was that necessary?"

"I know you keep it locked, and I know you'd just let me in. What did you want?"

"You know I hate to ask you to do this, but could you do some work on my leg? I want to be back in action ASAP." She nodded and put his leg flat on the bed, then put her hands on his calf and knee. Raven screwed her eyes shut, and he could feel the muscle fibers sewing themselves back together, his fractured kneecap becoming whole again. Once she was satisfied with her work, Raven stood back, shook her head clear of the pain, and straightened out.

"Try and walk." Simon stood up and his knee popped back into place, but he was otherwise fine. "Take it easy for the next day or two, get it back to normal, then you should be good to go."

"Thanks, Rae. I owe you." He hugged her, and she stood by awkwardly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just... Nevermind."

"Tell me."

"I don't think having you and Kitrina in the same building is a good idea."

"I don't either."

"The same zip code probably isn't a good idea."

"I get it. Robin wants me to make nice with her, but he's right. We're never going to be able to be together. Besides, you're better than she is. I can see that now."

"I'm not so sure you do," Raven said, covering herself with her cloak and pulling the hood up.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you signed off a little too quickly on this whole deal. You're drawn to her."

"Just because I'm drawn to her doesn't mean I'm going to act on it."

"Can we just hold off for a little while? I just don't want to get hurt again."

"I understand. I'll be here when you're ready." Simon sat down next to her and leaned his head on her shoulder; they sat peacefully for a good while, soaking in the moment. Raven finally got up and went to leave, but turned to him just before she walked out of the door.

"You're good, Simon. I hope you're right about what you said." She left, leaving him to his thoughts.

After several days of light training, Nightweaver stepped into his repaired suit, snapped the remaining pieces into place, and powered it on. Somebody knocked on his door, and he looked at the monitor. Catgirl was standing there, body language sending mixed signals.

"What?"

"Can we talk?"

"We're talking."

"I just wanted to know if you were okay."

"Then you could have asked somebody else. Don't lie to me."

"Fine. I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a bitch when you needed something from me."

"Apology accepted."

"So can I come in?" He popped the door open and walked through, pushing past her and locking the door behind him.

"Nope."

"Where are you going?"

"On patrol. Starting light."

"Are we okay?"

"Jesus, you really don't get it, do you? I'm done, Kitrina. I don't want to do this with you anymore. All of this back and forth bullshit, it's just..."

"Bullshit?"

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry. I promise, it'll stop."

"I know it will, because it isn't starting again." He'd reached the elevator and tried to descend without her, but she put a hand in the door and stepped in before it left.

"Simon, please. I love you."

"No, you don't. You just don't have anybody else to lock on to. Go out and find another guy to torture."

"I died for you."

"Oh, yeah, guilt trip me. That's going to work." The elevator hit the bottom of the building and he walked through the main hall and left through the front door, leaving Kitrina standing in the entrance.

"What, so that's it, then? You're just going to walk away?!"

"Yup."

"No wonder so many people hate you! You're an ass!"

"Yup." He shot his grappling hook at the bridge, bringing himself to it in seconds and finally getting away from Catgirl. He climbed to the top of the structure, then dove off and swung from hook to hook until he reached the center of the city. It took him about twenty minutes longer than usual because of his rustiness, but he was standing atop the tallest building in Jump. His communicator vibrated and he blinked at his HUD, answering Robin's call.

"What did you just do?"

"What?"

"Catgirl just came through here yelling at everybody, tore up her room, then left. She said one thing to me, and that was that she was going to kill you. I tried to stop her and she almost slit my throat."

"She tried to get back together with me and I told her no. Then she tried to guilt trip me and I called her on it. I haven't done anything wrong here."

"Either way, be careful. She had a gun."

"I can't fight somebody as well trained as her right now. I'm too out of practice."

"I'll send Star and Raven. They're the only ones that'll get there fast enough to help."

"Thanks. I won't let anything happen to them."

"Try and calm her down, Weaver. This is your fault." Raven showed up instantly, ready to fight.

"Where is she?"

"Damned if I know. Robin just said she's coming after me. Psycho bitch."

"Shut the fuck up!" Catgirl came flying at them from the ledge behind them, digging her claws into his back and knocking him to the ground. Nightweaver elbowed her in the forehead, knocking her off of his back and gaining some distance. Raven snapped a satellite dish off of the rooftop and swung it at her, catching Catgirl in the chest and knocking her off of the building. She telekinetically grabbed her and brought her back to safety; they weren't looking to kill her, after all. Starfire showed up and tried to hold her down, but Kitrina kicked her in the gut, digging a blade-tipped high heel into her stomach.

"Kitrina! Stop this! It's over!"

"Oh, I know it is!" She tried to throw a throwing knife at him, but Raven caught it in mid-air and jammed it into Catgirl's leg. She tried to walk but stumbled, landing on one knee in front of Nightweaver.

"If you won't give up, then I'll have no choice but to not hold back. Neither of us wants that."

"Screw you. Go ahead. Beat a woman. Do it."

"Your shit isn't working on me. I fully believe it is entirely just to hit a woman if she's coming at you with lethal weapons. Sorry." He kneed her in the jaw, knocking her out cold. Raven pulled the blade from her leg and sealed the wound.

"She'll be alright," Raven noted.

"Are you alright, friend?" Starfire asked, approaching Weaver gently.

"Yeah. It had to be done. Thanks, though."

"I'll get her back to the Tower." Raven vanished in a portal of darkness with Catgirl, leaving them alone.

"Go back to the Tower, tell Robin the situation's fine. I need some time to clear my head."

"Are you sure?"

"Star, please, just go." She shied away, then flew off towards the island. He sat with his legs dangling off of the edge, trying to focus on the good in life, but finding little to grasp,