[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. Wow, this was a lot...not darker but mysterious I guess...than I planned it to be.]

Crowe sat in the oh-so-familiar dim light of Robin's makeshift investigation room. Crowe was proving a point to Kyd Wykkyd, that he was in fact not reckless and the most responsible person he knew. This plan backfired however, when Robin finally managed to capture the ever elusive Crowe. Robin had used knockout gas on him, which Crowe saw as cheating. Crowe faintly heard Robin's bickering with the rest of the main Titans from the other side of the glass door. They were probably debating what to do with him, or whether or not to reveal his identity.

Crowe sighed boredly, clinking the cuffs lining his wrists together nonchalantly. Crowe chose not to acknowledge the fact that due to his dainty wrists, he could easily slip his hands out with no problem. It didn't matter either way, one wrong move and the Titans outside would beat him to a chalky white pulp. Crowe was sick of this whole ordeal, he had been offended by his own boyfriend who told him he was 'irresponsible' because he kept getting so close to being caught, he was knocked out by gas which gifted him with a pounding headache, he was stuffed into a cramped police car where a cop had the nerve to flirt with him - that useless faceache, he was then shoved roughly into an investigation room and was taunted and mocked the whole way there by a gloating Robin.

Robin himself finally creaked open the dark room's door before walking condescendingly to the seat across from Crowe and laying out a thin stack of paperwork before him. Robin leaned on his elbows before resting his head on them, covering his scowling mouth. Crowe simply rolled his eyes at Robin's behavior, though he resisted the urge to spat something sarcastic at him due to his situation.

"Crowe." Robin said sternly as he moved one of his hands to gesture at the bland paperwork in front of them.

"This is your paperwork. This stack knows all - aliases, powers, origins, status, loved ones, accomplices...But not yours. You have the emptiest paperwork I've ever seen in my entire career of dealing with villains like you. Care to tell me why that is? Why it seems you disappear from the map as soon as you're out of sight? Why you seem to be the only being I've met who could dare I say outsmart and outmatch even the riddler?" Robin said, his eyes narrowing in frustration at Crowe's records. Crowe raised an eyebrow before smiling sweetly.

"Maybe...you've just finally found someone you and your little toys are just no match for." the white clad boy said softly. Robin angrily banged his fist on the table separating them, momentarily startling the small boy across from him. He didn't get it, what did this no powered little wimp have to hide so badly? Robin had come across leads, but they were all much too bizarre to follow up on. Deathstroke, Harley Quinn, Deadpool, Killer Frost - all had deep undeniable connections to Crowe but were far too insane or dangerous to really by liable. As much as Robin hated admitting it, Crowe and he were the same. Their fighting styles were similar, they had matching tactics, equal IQ and way of thinking. Maybe that was why he was so determined to bring Crowe down. Robin would never be able to catch Crowe, because they were so similar it hurt.

"Alrighty Crowe, you have two options." Robin said as Crowe rolled his eyes boredly.

"One: you can answer my questions calmly and truthfully, or two: you can sit here and rot on your own while I go use your fingerprints and informations to figure out your real identity. I was going to do so before I came in but...figuring out the mystery on your own is much more fun, right?" Robin said sternly and confidently as Crowe glowered dangerously at him. If there was one thing Crowe hated, it was being backed into a corner.

"Okay, Harley Quinn. What do you know about her?" Robin said sneering.

"Clown. Lunatic. Uses the word 'pudding' way too much." Crowe said in a monotone voice, determined on being a smart alec. Really, he was already pretty sure his death would be cause by being smart or sarcastic at the wrong time.

Robin's eyes glared at him softly, letting him slide the first time. Maybe there really was no connection, that was what he told himself as he looked back down at Crowe's empty files again.

"Fine. Killer Frost. Whereabouts, allys, weaknesses, anything?" Robin said slightly more exasperated than before. Crowe hummed in mock thought as he finally answered.

"Terrible fashion sense. Her hair is attractive at least." Crowe said in a distant manner as Robin's eyebrows twitched angrily. Now he just knew the other boy was playing him.

"Deadpool! I know there is a connection between you and Deadpool, there've been sightings of you two!" Robin yelled beyond frustrated. Robin snapped when Crowe seemed to only just now pay attention to him, finding the grain of the ceiling much more interesting.

"Deathstroke." Robin demanded angrily. Robin had had enough of this snarky little poser when Crowe looked up in thought before shrugging his shoulder innocently.

"You tell me what you know now you little-!" Robin shouted enraged as he lunged forward at Crowe. Crowe stood up quickly, having already unclasped his cuffs out of boredom and in the heat of the moment managed to latch them onto Robin who was now cuffed to the table. Robin yelled angrily as he jangled the cuffs up and down across the table, desperate to break Crowe's teeth from his sneer.

Crowe smirked and stood up, backing towards a window. He sneered victoriously as he held his arms up in a 'come and get me' gesture.

"What did I tell you birdie? You are just no match for me. I'll always be one step ahead, no matter what you do. You're nothing compared to me, and you have no power to apprehend me or stop my doings. Just give it up already Robin." Crowe said sternly, glaring at his nearly sworn enemy. He was slowly beginning to understand his father's hatred for the little imp as much as he despised it.

"Hurry up Robin, if you don't catch up to me soon you'll be left behind. I'll tell you one thing - keep an eye out. It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?" Crowe chuckled darkly before he leapt from the ledge of the window, seeming to vanish into thin air. That wasn't what scared Robin the most though, not the vanishing, not the cuffing him so quickly, not even the one step ahead deal.

That line. That last line. He knew it. He knew who it came from and it made his heart stop at just the thought. His mind fled back to the whole Trigon incident.

Slade. He had said that exact line, even the ominous chuckle at the end. Their laughs sounded exactly the same and it was terrifying.

"Slade." Robin said ominously, mainly to himself.

[I don't like how this came out much, I feel like I made Joey a little more menacing than I meant to...oops?]