Yo. I know its been FOREVER but I have had a crazy month with school and everything. Also inspiration is a fickle bitch. Every time I get inspired I'm at school or Walmart or something and I'm like "ehh I'll remember this train of thought, I can write it down later." I don't. Not at all. Its a vicious cycle of self loathing and laziness. Anyway, you people have waited long enough, so without any more stalling, here's the next chapter.

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"You're going to jail, Robin," Cyborg's voice showed no mercy.

"Cyborg. Please," Robin pleaded. "You cant be serious."

Cyborgs mouth twisted into a unforgiving smirk, "You know the rules Rob, you cant escape this. You don't have anywhere else to go."

Robin growled, "Fine. Betray me then. I see our friendship means nothing to you," his own team, abandoning him like this. Betrayal in its finest form. He glared at Cyborg as he moved the small polished battleship into the jail. Gritting his teeth as Cyborgs smirk widened.

"Don't stress it dude, I've been in the poor house for, like, the past half hour," Beast Boy piped up. He had been idly playing with his own game token, twirling the metal dog between his fingers while casually watching Cyborg take Robins dignity.

Raven looked up from her book, "I'm sure BB will visit you if he ever gets out of the poor house."

"It's not my fault you and Star corner the market every time we play Monopoly," Beastboy scoffed. Starfire had turned out to be surprisingly good at the game, once the rules had been explained to her. Raven had given no charity, viciously sending her associates into bankruptcy. The two girls repeatedly drained the hopes and dreams of their fellow teammates, leaving Robin and Cyborg fighting for survival and Beastboy dead in the dust.

"There's no need to fight frien-" Starfire was cut off by the blare of the alarm. Red lights flashed across the Tower's living room. Robin had never been so relieved. He was up at the flatscreen's computer in mere seconds, conveniently knocking his game piece out of jail and onto the ground in his hurry to access police records and news reports.

"There has been sightings of three green creatures running through town," Robin squinted at the screen, "nobody has been hurt yet, but that might change. Titans GO!"

Mutant. Green. Monsters. Three of them sniffing down one of Jump City's more homely alleys, a pang of familiarity nearly made Robin stiffen. The dank smell of mystery puddles and mold reminded him all to much of Gotham. At least Gotham didn't have glowing mutant wolf-creatures. Psychopaths yes, but nearly translucent, glowing, green, mutant dogs, no. Robin frowned from his perch above the alley. They looked like they were searching for something. He glanced up at where the other Titans were hovering. Starfire had Cyborg hanging from her arms, Robin assumed the small moth flying just to her right was Beastboy. Raven was harder to spot, she blended into the shadows like she was one of their own kin, which she -in a sense- was. Robin nodded at his team. Better to beat these things now while they are isolated than let them get close to a civilian.

Robin sprung into action. Dropping only a foot or so from the largest dog -what he assumed was the pack alpha- as he pulled his staff. A heavy clang told him that Cyborg had landed behind him, and a soft squishy sound and quiet "eww" informed Robin of Beastboys position behind him. The girls stayed in the air, taking advantage of their flying capabilities while offering a strategic vantage point. The dogs growled, nearly neon green foam dripping from each set of jaws. Their eyes glowed a vicious, hungry red. It felt wrong. Unearthly, eerily so. The beasts held far to much similarity to the creature they had fought only 24 hours ago, no, they were the same. These creatures lacked the size and magnitude of the first monster but they most likely made up for it in speed or agility. Cruel growls drifted down the alley towards Robin, the alpha started to pull its body into a low crouch as its lips curled into a snarl.

Like most fights it started fast, each side only taking seconds to measure the opposing team before the conflict began. The alpha leapt towards Robin, jaws parted wide for his throat, green saliva sprayed Robins face as he kept the creatures mouth at bay with his bowstaff. He dug his heels into the street, bracing as the wolf threw itself at him. A trashcan was thrown into the side of Robins attacker sending it scrambling to get up. Giving Raven a nod, Robin pounced at the wolf. Pulling his staff through the air towards the creatures head, he could hear the metal rod whistling as it gained speed only to clang harmlessly on the concrete.

He had hit his mark, or he should have. His staff smacked into the concrete when it should have been hitting the skull of the dog. Robin froze. His staff was in the dogs head. He would have thought it had disappeared at contact had he not felt the jolt of his bowstaff hitting the ground. The wolf didn't seem to mind pulling itself up through Robins staff with nothing more than a snarl.

Then it backed off, twisting its massive head to search for a unknown source. Seconds later it vanished into thin air along with its pack. Leaving nothing but questions and a cold gust of wind. Robin checked his team, usually when enemies abandon a fight it is when they get what they want, Robin just had to be sure it wasn't any of his teammates.

"What just... happened?" Cyborg turned his eyes towards Robin, "It was like I kept missing except I don't miss that often."

"Yeah, and where the heck did those things go? Only Raven disappears like that," Beastboys voice dripped with confusion.

Raven frowned, "Even I do not have the ability to turn invisible. Whatever that thing was, it was not of this plane."

"What do you mean plane? Plane as in not this dimensi-"

Raven cut him off, "Dimension. No. Yesterday, the creature in the park, it gave off a similar aura. Where ever these beings are coming from, it is closer to my dimension than yours," Raven stiffened, "we need to leave this alley, now."

Before Robin could stop her she had pulled the shadows around them, engulfing the Titans in the pulsing blackness of living shadows. The familiar feeling of his heart skipping a beat mixed in with the sudden smell of pizza and Titan Mold told Robin that Raven had brought them back to the tower.

"What the heck Rae! Warn a dude before you sweep him off his feet," Beastboy whined.

Raven glared at him, "something else was there, more powerful, but also more..."

Starfire hovered closer to Robins side, "more what friend Raven? We were alone in the alley, yes? What else could have been there?"

"I don't know, Starfire. There are many, many, dimensions and aura reading isn't exact, even for me. At this point I can only tell you what it probably was not and even then I wouldn't be sure," her frown transformed into a scowl. One that Robin subconsciously mimicked.

"Cyborg, you are still running tests on the goop we collected from the first creature, right? Even if these things are from another dimension there is a good chance that we aren't the first to run into them," Robin pulled himself up to his full height, they were going to figure this out. Things always happen for a reason, the chances of two separate incidents with these "other dimensional creatures" was simply to low, "they were looking for something, so they had a reason to be here in Jump. If we figure out what they are, why they're here, and where they came from we can most likely decipher the last aura Raven felt. We already know they are willing to attack, can turn intangible on will, and are capable of invisibility, use that in your search. There has to be some information out there, we just have to find it."

Danny grumbled. Breaking an entry had been way easier when he could fly through the wall, not that he habitually trespassed, but the ability to escape or enter any building had been an odd comfort as well as a handy mechanism for crime fighting. Danny placed a hand on the motel wall, closing his eyes in a frustrating attempt at intangibility. He felt his hand get slightly cold, a bit numb too, but it remained solidly planted on the mustard yellow wall. So he glared at it, hard. Half hoping to bore a hole through his hand or make it spontaneously combust, at this point either would be a good sign.

Growling, he pulled his hand back and shifted his eyes to the shady motel. The thing was an eye sore, with a shagging roof and paint that had at some point been closer to a sunflower colour than that of a dead bumblebee. Gutters where duck-taped to the walls and the "pool" promised a lawsuit, had he not known any better, Danny would have thought the place to be haunted. If not now, then soon, looking at the state of the building. Unfortunately, the low quality was the reason he was there. A building looking this bad clearly didn't have any maids -or security cameras- he could stay anonymous here, find a empty room and not worry about being checked up on or bothered. Perfect. He just had to get into a room, somehow.

Then Danny saw the window, judging from the smell alone the window had most likely been left open by a smoker. He sized himself up, he could fit, probably, if he squeezed. Danny positioned himself under the window before pulling off his hoodie and backpack, cautiously pushing the Ring of Rage deeper into his pocket, couldn't leave that outside. Kicking his hoodie closer to the wall, Danny jumped, gripping the bottom of the window with his hands and pulling his body upward until his head stuck in through the window and his legs dangled outside. The bottom rail cut into his abdomen as he hung there for a second trying to find a safe spot to place his hands. Somehow managing to secure his hands on the top of the toilet, Danny dragged the rest of his body through the window falling not so gracefully onto the tile floor. Groaning, he pulled himself up. Turned out the inside on the motel looked about as friendly as the outside, but hey, it had a TV.

Grabbing the "Do Not Disturb" sign from the table, Danny unlatched one of the giant windows and climbed out, placing the sign on the door before retrieving his hoodie and bag. Tucking his hoodie under his arm, Danny slipped back through the window and pulled the drapes. Only the lights on the side table and in the bathroom worked, barely illuminating the dingy room. Danny flopped on the bed letting his body bounce on the firm mattress, still, it was better than the ground, far warmer too. He pulled his hand up to his face, staring at the thin scar on his palm. The scar used to make him uncomfortable, it still did in a way, but the heated anger that had brought tears to his eyes only weeks ago seemed to have been replaced with a numbing fury. In all honesty, Danny couldn't tell what was worst. He clenched his fist and sat up, dumping his backpacks contents out onto the bed.

The Fenton Thermos, a first aid kit, a couple dollars, a wrist ghost-ray gun, and a partially crumpled photo sat pathetically on the bed. That was all he had, all that was left. In the end, the first aid kit had turned into his most useful possession here. He had banged up his leg when he fell from the portal, it still hurt, and without full access to his ghost powers, a sprain that would have healed in a couple hours could take days to mend.

"Marvelous," Danny breathed, "I'm a presumed dead teen with no cash and no options! What the hell now Clockwork?! What am I supposed to do with this stupid ring and nobo-" Danny swallowed. He just needed to sleep more, he didn't have to think then, and more importantly didn't have to feel. He could worry about his money problem and legal status as a "deceased" teenager, Danny laughed to himself dryly, the government had no idea how accurate that terminology was.

Yay! Another chapter done! The first one of 2017! Thanks for reading guys, and per astrovagant's request, I tried to put in more imagery *gasp* hope that worked out. Dialogue is so freaken hard so if you guys have any suggestions (on anything really) I would love to hear them!