DISCLAIMER: I do not own Titans or any related material. Started Titans and LOVED IT! My take on what happens when the gang is staying at the motel and the supposed "family" sent by Dr. Adamson shows up with murderous intentions. Please review!

Dick sighed after he closed the door on this cheap motel's owner. It was what one would call an awkward situation as she flashed a seductive smiled towards the young detective in hopes of a very different evening than what he was intending for. No time to focus on the encounter, however, as Dick needed to concentrate on the task at hand. A psychotic family was after him and the others. Sent to kill. Before retiring for the night, although it was already nearing 2 o'clock in the morning, Dick wanted to sweep the perimeter, sharpen his blades, check in on Kory and the kids-

An anonymous cry in shock and thud outside his door made Dick tense. Only a moment ago, the motel owner was outside his door, loosely cradling a bucket of ice cooling a liquor store quality bottle of champagne. Now, as he glanced into the hallway, the ice was beginning to melt onto the dirty floor, no woman in sight, and the lights blew out.

Out of nowhere, something hard struck his face followed by a harsh kick in the gut, sending Dick flying backwards. He landed roughly on his hotel room floor, but his years of training kicked in. Two figures, his attackers, stepped into his hotel room, clad with a hammer and a power drill. Dick didn't give them a chance to use their sadistic weapons of choice as he sprung into action, two against one. The walls shook with the ensuing match up, Dick glancing towards the briefcase holding his Robin suit. These assassins were not human, not anymore. No punch was too hard, no hit was too striking. They were bred to kill and none of Dick's gradually tiring efforts could affect them, at least not without a few tricks of his own. If he could get to his Robin suit, he could have a chance against the perfect looking couple. He could save the rest of his friends from the remaining two inhuman killers.

…

Rachel could feel the walls rattling in the dead of night, she dismissed any concerns to Gar celebrating leveling up in his game or Kory practicing some hand-to-hand combat. She was beginning to get to know her newfound friends more and more, for the first time in quite some time, Rachel felt she had some semblance of a family. Out of all, she felt the closest bond to Detective Dick Grayson. He started off as the orphaned protagonist in her circus freak show of a nightmare. Then, her mother was shot and the next thing she knew Detective Grayson was the only one who truly cared for her, understood her. He didn't run away from her dark powers, but rather towards her. He wanted to help her. He wouldn't leave her, not like everybody else.

A loud thud caused Rachel to gasp and sit up on the creaky bed. She rolled her eyes and gave an evil look to the wall adjacent of her.

"Gar!" she shouted, annoyed, as she banged the cracking wall a few times to get the shapeshifter's attention, "Keep it down over there! I don't care if you broke a new high score, it's 2:30 in the morning!"

A knock on her door caused Rachel to groan, she trudged to the entranceway and was surprised to see her next door neighbor, Gar.

His eyes were wide, as if he was a bit guarded, "Hey, sorry to bother you this late, Rachel."

"Gar," she addressed back, now curious, "What's up? You beat level 15 in your game?"

Gar nervously chuckled as he glanced towards the GameBoy in his hand, "No," he responded, "I was wondering if you heard anything at all? Like loud crashes and thuds? I may just be imagining it but-"

Rachel cut him off, "Wait, that wasn't you?"

"Me? No, I thought it was maybe you," he responded, confused.

Rachel switched to the defensive. Hell, they had people sent to kill them, there was no room to be careless. She grabbed Gar's arm, "Let's get Dick and Kory."

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Kory studied her hand as it drew an orange flame on her command. How could she do this? Was she human? Who was she? Why couldn't she remember anything? These series of questions had been swirling in her mind constantly for days now.

She extinguished the flame and sighed. So many questions, too little answers. At the moment, however, she could make do with the tequila she dredged up from the liquor store across the street. Grabbing a glass, she reached for the bottle when a grunt and hard thud from the neighboring wall made her jump to her feet. She cautiously made her way to door and into the hallway. Everything seemed normal to her, but she was anything if not thorough. Kory glanced in the direction of Dick's room, nothing unusual it seemed like. She made her way towards Gar and Rachel's rooms, wanting to be there should the younger members of their team need any help, a.k.a. a fighting force.

Kory knocked on Rachel's door. Things were quiet, too quiet for her liking. No answer on Rachel's door.

"Rachel?," Kory called, but still no reply. That's it, she thought.

Kory kicked the door down in one fluid movement, not believing the sight she laid her eyes upon.

Rachel and Gar were bound and tied to the bed posts, the pair trying to scream in warning through the rags that were obscuring their mouths.

Before Kory had time to react, two normal looking kids stepped out of the shadows, makeshift weapons in their hands and malicious smiles adorned on to their faces.

Kory erupted, as the pair advanced she retaliated with a whirlwind. She threw flames in one direction and punches in another, but the smiling teenagers pressed on. The moonlight did nothing to replenish her waning powers; Kory's fires grew weaker and the kids' punches felt stronger. No matter how hard she fought back, the murderous children were not phased by her onslaught. They only grew stronger, it seemed. She could hear Rachel shout through her binds as Kory fell to her knees. The killers stepped over, coming in and out of her blurry vision. The hilt of one of their weapons was quickly approaching the top of her head. Could this be the end? she thought, dazed. The next thing encompassing her mind was darkness.