"Back already, huh?"
"I can sense your sarcasm." Weaver hadn't gotten back in the tower until nearly three A.M., and Beast Boy was waiting by the front door.
"They asked me to wait up for you since I'd probably be awake playing GameStation anyways. Wanted to make sure you got in fine."
"What did they do with Kitrina?"
"Locked up in the prison cell. She hasn't stopped yelling. Had to turn on the sound dampeners. What'd you do to her, man?"
"Told her the truth. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but I did what had to be done, said what needed to be said." Beast Boy got up and offered his shoulder for support.
"How'd you know I pulled something?"
"Raven's healed my up before, too. No matter what you do, you always screw something up the first time you go all out. Probably something that has to do with the magic. I dunno." He leaned on his shoulder and the two went up the stairs slowly.
"So, how've you been? We haven't talked in a long time."
"Pretty good. Once I got over the whole situation with Raven everything kinda just got easier. Felt like I was more free."
"That's good to hear. Any other ladies in your life?"
"To be entirely honest, not really. I tried meeting people, but I just haven't gotten anything yet."
"Keep trying, BB. You're a good guy. Somebody'll come along."
"I know. It's just hard sometimes." They'd reached the top of the steps, and Weaver decided he could walk on his own.
"Thanks for the help. Get some sleep."
"I can turn into any nocturnal animal I want. I can stay up as long as I want."
"Point proven. See you tomorrow."
Simon snapped to his feet at the sound of the alarm.
"There's an intruder in the tower! Find them!" Robin yelled over the intercom. "Catgirl isn't in her containment cell!" Before he could get suited up, somebody pounded at his door.
"What the hell is it?" More knocking. He checked the screen; the camera had been disabled. "Shit. Shit shit shit." He tried to get into his suit, but his hands were fidgety and he had difficulty popping the clasps into place. Halfway through getting everything on, there was a hard smash against his door, and he knew what was going on. He put his helmet on, popped it into place, initialized the HUD, and got ready for the worst. He hit the button on the door, and Catgirl was standing in the doorway, ready to fight.
"This is it, bitch." She kicked him in the jaw, sending him backwards and collapsing into the wall. She clawed at his face, putting three large claw marks in his visor. It was difficult seeing through them, but he didn't plan on fighting anyways. He rolled to the side, elbowed the window open, and held a hand out to stop her.
"They aren't going to get me this time, Kitrina. I know the game." She tried to tackle him and Weaver kneed her in the gut, picked her up, and forced her through the open window. He'd spotted the time bomb on her belt the moment she came in, and any explosion in the room was sure to kill him.
"Idiot! This bomb wasn't meant to just kill you! It's a mini nuke!" His head dropped for a moment, trying to think.
"Great. Great." He punched her in the face, knocking her out, then pulled her inside the building.
"Raven! I need help!" She was in the room in moments, emerging through the ceiling.
"What?"
"Get us into deep space. Way deep."
"Why?"
"Mini nuke. Can't get it off of her."
"You're lying! You didn't even try, did you?"
"You know she's just going to come back."
"Not our call, Simon." She ripped the bomb off of Catgirl's belt and tried to teleport away, but the bomb shot a needle out, piercing her wrist and injecting a vile green liquid into her bloodstream.
"What the...?" Simon pushed the bomb away with his foot and helped Raven to the floor, Catgirl was laughing hysterically; she'd evidently faked being knocked out.
"It isn't a mini nuke. It's a bomb injector. That just put three thousand self multiplying nanobombs in her veins. Five minutes from now, they'll be in the millions. Each of them exploding with the force of a pound of C4. You have twenty minutes, Simon. Then, you're mine."
"No, I'm not." He picked up the injector and jammed the needle in his arm, letting the bombs flow directly into his bloodstream.
"You idiot!"
"Who gave you the injector? Who let you loose?!"
"That doesn't matter. What does matter is whether or not you find the neutralizer."
"The neutralizer?"
"It's in our old mansion. You know, the one you picked me to die in. You'll never guess where!"
"I hate you. Go to hell, yo- ugh..." He dropped to one knee, the nanobombs causing odd fluctuations in his blood. "Raven... can you teleport us?"
"No... can't breathe well..." Robin ran into the room and saw them struggling to maintain consciousness on the floor. They quickly explained the situation, and Robin called the rest of the Titans. The group brainstormed for a minute, then Robin split them up.
"Cyborg, Beast Boy, you're our best chance at getting the bombs out of them without the neutralizer. Star, you and I will go and get it from their old place. Titans, go!" Cyborg strapped them to the examination tables and tried getting the nanobombs out mechanically, but there were just too many.
"Could we like, freeze them or something? Wouldn't that slow down the bombs?"
"Not enough without killing them. We'd be buying seconds. We need more."
"Alright, so I saw this episode of House once, where this guy's blood was killing him, so they filtered it through a pig! Could we do something like that?"
"We don't have a pig." Beast Boy morphed into one, grinning from ear to ear.
"You'd be committing suicide!"
"Oh yeah... Crap."
"Although a blood transfusion could work, if we could get the infected blood into an animal that we could get to a safe distance before the explosion went off."
"But we don't have any animals, and it would take too long to get any..."
"So we need something else."
"No. I'll do it."
"BB, don't be an idiot."
"Look, these two are some of my best friends. I'll do it."
"You sure about this?"
"I'd be able to get to Starfire and Robin faster than if they came here. How fast can we do this?"
"A while anywhere else, but less than a minute here, shorter if we can target specifically the infected blood. No time to check if they're matching, we can keep them on life support until we can fix it."
"Let's do this."
"Where is it?!" Robin yelled, smashing vases and glassware. They didn't even know what they were looking for; something out of place, hopefully.
"Robin! I believe I have found it!" Starfire flew through the mansion and met back up with him with a vial of purple fluid.
"I hope you did. Let's go."
"Stop... inject... it... into... me..." Weaver sputtered out.
"That doesn't make any sense, man."
"Ice... powers... can suppress.. stop explosion..."
"You'd have to remain entirely emotionless."
"Do it!" he yelled, clutching his chest as soon as he did so. Cyborg plugged Raven's blood drips into his arm, then detached his blood drips from Beast Boy and put them into a container; then, he took Beast Boy's blood drips and put them into Raven, to bring them both back to health.
An explosion rocked throughout the entire tower. Cyborg braced himself on a wall, then went back to work; he couldn't afford to go and find out what was going on. He wished he hadn't put BB into their circulation, but it was too late now.
"Weaver, Raven and BB are clear of nanobombs. They've replaced 37% of the blood cells. You better get calmed down, fast."
"I've.. got it..." His skin began to slowly turn blue, alarming Cyborg greatly.
"I thought you just had ice vision?"
"Trick... I learned... works everywhere..." His veins had begun to glow slightly green where the nanobombs were especially numerous. Raven and Beast Boy had begun to awaken, and they both groaned loudly. Cyborg ran a quick blood test on them; Raven was incompatible with Beast Boy's blood, so he started to give them both their correct types, then returned his attention to Nightweaver.
"Something happened downstairs, I've got to go check it out. You got this, man?"
"Go..."
"We are almost there, Robin!"
"Don't tell me, Star, just fly faster!" The Tower was within sight, a pillar of smoke rising from the bottom. The front doors were blown off as a man in a suit entered the building, surrounded by mercenaries disembarking from a helicopter.
"Star, take care of them, I'll handle the nanobombs!" She tossed him towards the top floor windows and he threw two birdarangs at them, shattering the glass. Robin went running down the stairs towards the infirmary, made increasingly worried by the gunfire Starfire was attracting, but ignored it and kept running. As he reached the third floor, he found himself cornered by four men; three mercenaries, and Black Mask.
"What..?" He couldn't react before an unseen enemy behind him pistol whipped him in the head, knocking him out.
"Robin, that you?" Cyborg yelled. A metal plate slid across the ground in front of him, skidded to a halt, then exploded in a shower of sparks and chain lightning. His systems overloaded, Cyborg collapsed to the ground, his robotic eye fading to black as he passed out.
Black Mask turned the corner into the infirmary and stopped; Raven and Beast Boy were entirely unconscious, but a multicolored Nightweaver was struggling to his feet, his skin glowing a bright blue, his veins venomously green.
"You... you should be dead."
"As should you."
"I killed you."
"Don't get too agitated, kid. You'll just be doing my job for me." He punched Weaver in the face; in his weakened state, he collapsed against the examining table, then fell to the ground.
"Don't.. make.. me..."
"You're dying today." Black Mask stood over him, yanking a pistol from out of his pants.
"Then so are you." Nightweaver used his telekinesis to form a barrier between them and around them, preventing Black Mask from shooting him.
"What are you doing?!" They began levitating and vibrating, gaining immense amounts of energy.
"My telekinesis is fueled by my willpower. There are two things I want more than anything else in this world. I want to save my friends. I want to keep them alive. I want you to die." They shot through the ceiling, through the roof, through the atmosphere. Fire collected around them as they gained speed, the flames being eventually quelled by the icy cold of space.
"Roman Sionis, your time has come, and if I must die to ensure it, then I will." He let the barrier between them vanish, leaving them in their own forcefield. "You're dying today!" He let loose, not trying to control his anger, not attempting to keep himself calm; he delivered a brutal one-two combo to his stomach and head, unleashed a flurry of punches directly to Roman's mask, and headbutted him, forcing a crack through the ebony casing. He grabbed the crime boss's gun and pistol whipped him over and over, expanding the crack further, then grabbed a hold of either side and tore it off of him.
Roman collapsed to the ground, trying to defend himself from the onslaught. He gave one last look at Nightweaver before Simon finally lost it; the ice in his skin gave way to the explosives in his veins, and an explosion with the force of 724 trillion pounds of C4 exploded within the space of a five by six foot box.