A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for tuning in! Sorry it took longer than normal for this chapter but I was on vacation this past weekend and put everything on hold and took some time to myself. I LOVE how this story is shaping up and I hope you do too! As always drop a fav/follow and leave me a review! I'm always open to constructive criticism and your own personal ideas. :) Hope you enjoy!

The high pitch roar of a small but powerful engine was nearing it's limit. Richard was screaming down the road, dodging in and out of cars as if they were standing still.

"Cyborg! Where is she now?!" He yelled into his communicator.

"She's been stopped for a few minutes now... you're almost on top of her." Cyborg replied with uncertainty. To him, it seemed unusual that she would be moving so much only to stop completely after they tried contacting her... "STOP!" Cyborg screamed to Dick.

The tires let out a long and piercing screech as Dick slammed on the breaks, popping a front wheelie as he halted.

The back tire slammed to the ground with a thud and he began to look around. His emerald eyes glared through squinted eye lids, scanning his surroundings quickly but thoroughly. When his eyes found nothing obvious he began to worry.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Dick asked sharply as he continued to look around.

"Yeah," Cyborg said with his voice filled with disappointment, "she should be right next to you."

Dick looked down at the street where he was stopped near the curb. His eyes met something familiar in the gutter. He was so close to it, he didn't even need to dismount his bike to reach. He leaned over and picked up the circular device with the letter "T" in the center. He found Starfire's communicator.

"It's her communicator," Dick confirmed for all the others impatiently listening in on the situation.

Raven looked from Terra to Cyborg and finally to Beastboy, "what do we do?" She asked with a heightened sense of panic behind her monotone voice.

Meanwhile, in the back of a moving van, the strange woman grew more and more irritated as every attempt she made to evade their follower was unsuccessful. It got to the point where she wasn't even concerned with getting caught anymore. She knew that who ever was following them knew they had a kidnapped Titan in the back.

"Driver step on it!" She yelled. Without hesitation the car lunged forward with intense speed.

The car began weaving in and out of cars in traffic while running red lights and ignoring all laws.

The face of the mysterious person tailing them grew shocked. He knew they must have figured out he was following them but he didn't expect them to make a move like this. He rolled his wrist back on the throttle and the engine of his bike rang out with a high pitch roar. He took off after them dodging in and out of all the same cars the van he tailed was weaving through.

The silver haired woman grit her teeth. She had an idea of who was following them after she saw his talents on the bike. She could only assume he was after the same thing she was.

"Fine. Two can play at this game." She whispered angrily to herself.

She pulled out weapon that looked like a pistol however it had some kind of futuristic look to it. It was smooth and rounded and held a high pitched whine as it powered up in between shots.

She moved to the back of the van where she threw open the double doors and took aim from the moving vehicle towards the masked biker. With each high pitch whine the weapon let out a low pitch blast followed by a red beam that detonated on impact of whatever it touched. She pulled the trigger again and again each blast missing its mark as the biker weaved back and forth with incredible balance and precision. He seemed to be waiting for his moment of opportunity.

Then as the van's driver continued to weave in and out of cars he had to take a rather rough turn causing the woman in the back to lose balance and she had to retreat into the van to regain her composure.

This was his chance. The biker sped up towards the van but before he could leap off his bike into the back with his enemy, she raised the weapon back at him and pulled the trigger.

Without hesitation the masked biker raised his palm towards the weapons muzzle and a small "X" discharged from his palm covering the muzzle just as she pulled the trigger.

The womans eyes went wide in panic and she attempted to throw the weapon at her enemy before it could detonate in her hand but it was too fast for her to react and it explode just as it left her hand. She let out a cry of pain as the explosion sending her body flying into the front seat and slamming against the windshield cracking it in all directions making visibility through it impossible.

The driver slammed on his breaks not able to see through the destroyed windshield. This caused the biker to whip the tail of his bike around screeching the tires to a halt as he jumped off into the back of the van where the unconscious Starfire still lay with her hands bound.

The driver whipped his head around to see the intruder in the back of his vehicle and he started to draw a pistol from his belt but before he could get a shot off the gun was sliced in half by a spinning red "X" that ended up stuck in the dashboard of the van. It was hurled at him from the masked man standing in the back. He also had a palm with a second red "X" in the center of it raised towards the driver as if begging the him to continue fighting but the driver wasn't stupid. He raised his hands in surrender.

The darkness of the van kept the intruder's face concealed as he returned his gaze down at the gorgeous alien. He bent over and picked her up bridal style but before he turned to leave the woman from the front seat spoke up.

"So you're after it too, huh?" She said with a grim smirk knowing she'd been beaten by a worthy adversary.

After a small pause the headlights of passing cars lit up the inside of van exposing his face. Starfire began to rouse through groggy eyes as the face of an old enemy dawned in front of her like a pleasant nightmare. She could feel the gentle but strong touch of this man and it somehow comforted her.

The car headlights lit up the mask of a white skull with a red "X" carved into it. his entire body was covered in a black suit with a silver belt powered by an ominous red glow.

Red-X looked from Starfire's beautiful face whose eyes once again faded shut, back to the face of the grim smirking woman covered in scratches as a streak of blood began streaming from her silver hair down her forehead. His gaze slowly returned to Starfire before he spoke...

"I have my own reasons," his voice sounded nearly robotic but clear enough to hear his actual voice hidden behind the mask he wore. With that he turned and lept out of the van onto his bike where he carefully balanced Starfire who unknowingly leaned into his chest by habit as she sat in between his legs. He twist the throttle and the bike gently moved forward as he drove away. He took extra care as not to disturb the woman he held with one arm as he drive with the other.

In the distance Dick could hear the blasts of some unusual weapon being fired. He put Starfire's communicator in his pocket and took off after the faint blasts in the distance.

Hold on Star. I'm coming. He thought to himself.

The blasts grew louder and louder as he closed the distance between him and the sound, until they stopped altogether after the last and loudest explosion occurred. Dick grew worried. His only source of finding Starfire had stopped. He began to grow desperate and started darting from street to street looking for anything out of the ordinary.

After what must have felt like ages of searching, Richard slammed on his breaks as he passed a van with a smoking engine and crushed windshield. He whipped his bike around and pulled right up next to it before jumping off and rushing to the scene. To his surprise the driver door was open. The passenger door was open. The back doors were open. But there was no one inside.

Dick slammed his fist against the side of the van with a loud and angry grunt. His breathing was accelerated but he took three deep breaths before he began looking around for clues. The one the stood out to him the most was the most familiar thing he saw.

A red "X" stuck in the dashboard of the van. He had a suspect. Though something didn't seem right. Red-X wouldn't travel in a van like this. Red-X was rarely even a threat let alone a problem. Why would he start causing problems now? This didn't make sense.

Dick shook off his confusion and started looking around for more clues. From the passenger side he found a trail of blood drips. From the looks of it... it didn't seem too serious or life threatening but enough to know whomever this was, was not having a good day. He leaned over and took a small sample of the still wet blood cells and placed it in his jacket pocket next to Starfire's communicator.

Dick could only assume Red-X was the person behind all this damage and Starfire was most likely with him now. But why? Who wanted to take Starfire in the first place? Why would Red-X get involved at all? These questions burned circles in his mind and he jumped on his bike and took off in a hurry towards the last place he would expect to find his enemy. If he were Red-X... That's where he would be.