Gun to her cheek

[A/N: Fine, let's pick up the pace.]

The moonlight barely illuminated the small motley of Joker's thugs that moved through the alleyways, Batman was watching as they kicked away a garbage can next to a basement door, a deep scan from his integrated camera showed, 'FJ!' etched on the old wood door.

"Batman, this is Question," His earpiece rang without his input, only possible when someone called his line with an emergency frequency.

Batman's voice morphed into a deafening whisper, "Go on."

"Those body hijackers? I found hard picture evidence, thousands of them. All shifting around cities that the League garrisons," Batman pulled up his wrist-mounted screen. Pictures of shadows, just slightly off, a lick to the left, and a nudge to the right projecting behind pillars, trees, boxes. Locations? Hundreds: Central City. Gotham. Metropolis. DC…just a few among hundreds.

"I am calling a meeting after. Send signals to all League members that we are moving to Code Yellow," The projected screen closed down.

He took a step on the lip of the rooftop and jumped.

"Yes, boss."

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Out of all the rooms in the Titans' Tower, mine probably had the best view of the roads. I just needed to slide the blinders and peek out the transparent polymer walls to see any and all that traversed the plastic-infused roads or scaled the hills.

It was a natural vantage point, almost like a watchtower but with the prevalence of cameras marking each inch of the Tower, it was pointless. What I valued more was the chilly land breeze filtering through the open window, I liked the chill that went up my spine whenever it kissed against my skin.

Raven however did not, "Not in this weather," She said as she pulled the window closed. Damien, who had taken up the chair facing my PC, agreed, "You are barely dressed for it," I shot him a glare as I dropped my socks next to my bed.

"Yes, yes," I half-heartedly responded, even a toddler could tell I was not giving a hoot about his concern.

Raven shook her head as she took a seat on my bed. I could feel a hint of amusement as she started, "A duel? Really? You are living in the wrong times."

"For her planet, it is the right one," I was not going to concede here, I would not stop training for an intergalactic bimbo's satisfaction.

"And she has not been on it for years," She said with a frown, her arms folding in.

"Yet she speaks of the archaic systems with reverence," I laughed at the thought. Warlords another word for dictators, another word for people against whom my will is irrelevant.

"Regardless, Mira," Damien jumped in, "A challenge to authority, you know, no one takes it well, especially new leaders?"

Raven's eyes went wide, "This is why you were so worried? Politics?" Her frown deepened, and I could almost see the fire of fury igniting.

She was somewhat of a solitary person, but she loved her team and was coming around to us as well, probably why she was here.

He nodded but her glare was pronounced, "Said it yourself, you felt it when you healed me. The League of Assassins is a house of Demons. And Demons play for power."

"Raven," I interjected as I looked at her, she was an empath, a voice of reason for the team, someone who the rest trusted, a good connection for me, "He is not worried about the politics, more about me being involved in it."

Her fire died a little as she paused and then turned to me with a bewildered look married to her features, "You knew? That this was politics?"

I sighed as I rubbed my head, "I am not playing politics. Just doing what I think is right," right for me.

"What is right? Picking a fight with Kory?"

"You are being silly. No, I am fighting to get her restrictions off, and by doing so I am challenging her authority. It is by its nature a political move. And can we stop calling it that? Politics–the word does not sit right with me," I grumbled in the last part, trying to sound more like the child I was.

"Those 'restrictions' are more for your benefit. I hope you know that a child in a fight—" I cut her off, "Stop being an idiot, I became part of this world the moment I shot Harley. As for those restrictions, they are dumb, training saves lives. Me spending six hours a day training can save another life in the future," I stopped to look at the two, "Fuck others for a moment. Training can save my life. It can save yours. It is fucking dumb that I am in this tower, out in the open, just waiting for some fucking clown to attack and I should not train? Are you on something?"

"Should have explained this to Kory," I know but that would have ruined the point of the fight.

Still, need a plausible excuse as to why I had not brought it up, "It is too basic not to know. She knows it, you know it. Everyone else does too."

"Mira," Damien interjected with a drawing smile, son of a bitch he knew, "You wanted a fight."

"Of course, you knew," I sighed and shot him a glare as Raven's frustration peaked again, "It's to stop being called a ch…"

Raven stepped in, "I had it with you two! One goes out in the middle of the night and the other plays politics in the team!"

"Says the Goth girl. And again no…I was not playing politics, well, not intentionally."

She suckled it up and then a grin drew on her face, "You were throwing a tantrum…" Her lips stopped as they crashed with the soft cushions of the pillow I smashed into her face.

I saw a grin creep up on Damien's face too so I grabbed another pillow and shot him a threatening glare, "Not a word."

Thank you for giving me an out Raven.

Raven shot me a very very annoying smile as she spoke, "Ouch."

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"Don't kill each other, most else is fine," Robin said as he held the console. Raven was beside him and Beast Boy was flying high in the sky for the aerial view. Blue was…being a teenager and had his phone out while sitting on the benches.

"We do not have to do this," The orange alien said and I ignored it. Heaving a sigh, she readied herself.

She was right, we don't. But there were too many advantages for me to not fight. Experience of fighting these monsters, shutting them up about my age, allowing me more training time, and most importantly allowing me to fight the stupid Teen Titan villains for even more experience, after all out of all of them, only Slade was any real threat. He and Trigon.

"Ready?" Robin's words echoed and Starfire's eyes narrowed. Her stance switched, and a shifting green light started to freeze solid around her arms, "Yes," her words left.

"Mira?" I felt the cold metal of my guns settle in my hand, comfortable.

I exhaled, a stream of chilly air left my being, my lips curled to a smile, "Go."

In an instant, she launched, like a missile, straight. Her eyes buzzed with barely contained green energy.

If she reached me this fight was over, she would have torn me limb for limb.

Perfectly still, my arms leveled at her rapidly approaching form. I pulled the triggers.

With two deafening bangs my babies roared and immediately my front was flooded by a green flood, I had to roll to the side, letting it pass.

I pulled the triggers again, putting two more bullets after her and started circling the field and unloading into her.

She was forced to keep discharging her green alien bullshit in my direction to keep destroying my bullets before they reached their mark-her.

Flight was an advantage she had, but every time she tried to fly around she only found one more bullet heading there. She was stuck in the middle, forced to keep plowing energy to keep my bullets away.

Still she was sending a lot my way, but even if she was fast at sending them, they themselves were not fast. Still I would wager they would hit like a truck, not that I had any intention of finding out.

I paused as I tossed an empty mag and jumped, the green beam fell exactly where I would have been if I had kept running, she used the opportunity to blitz straight for me.

Only to meet a bullet from a freshly inserted magazine. Good thing these custom built babies were lightning fast to reload.

I was grinding her to a stalemate, that was good, I was using bullets which I had many many of around my body. She? She was using energy, there was only so much of that in her body.

A war of attrition. Get ready to lose bitch.

Starfire did not like the notion and burnt my bullets with a wide swing of her first.

"Agh!" She growled and slammed her super-strength arm straight into the ground.

The debris soured into the sky creating momentary cover plus It was enough to kick up a lot of concrete dust and blow out my line of sight, but it did the same to her. We both were blind to eachother.

Too bad for her, I did not rely on only my pair of eyes.

I blinked and I felt another vision process into my mind, a forager was watching the fight from a small vent. And it saw exactly where she jumped and how she planned to attack.

My direction changed toward her.

Her first slammed toward the debris, it did not survive her punch, and from behind its crumbling form floods of green filled my vision.

I jumped into a slide on the ground, granted the rubble did not do me any favours but my bat branded boots easily tore through the debris and brought me within spitting distance of her face and my guns to her outstretched hands.

I fired a bullet into her palm, energy gathered into her arm and disintegrated the bullet but it had already done its job and distracted her. My other gun was pressed to her cheek.

"Bang."

She blinked, the adrenaline still high in her system.

The green was still there, then it crept up to me, I was in neck crushing distance of a superpowered monster.

My finger around the trigger tightened. I was ready to pull.

My eyes met hers for a second. It stretched to an eternity. Then with a blink, it was over.

The green around her dissolved.

Fuck, I nearly died didn't I? And from a teammate at that. So used to fighting the Bat family that I forget who I am dealing with.

"End!" Damien shouted from the console and the hard light projector shut off. The debris in our surroundings dissolved. Returning to its pristine condition.

She backed off. Her hands moved to her cheek. She gulped.

"You could have killed me," Her words were not an accusation, but a realization of fact. Cold gun metal pressed to your cheek would do that to you.

"The bullets were not blanks, so yes," I said as I started standing up and heaving a sigh of relief.

Her face shifted through a myriad of emotions. But before she could voice anything it was all drowned out by the rest of the Titans.

"That was awesome!" Beast Boy swooped down, the exotic bird shifted to his human form as he landed next to us and cheered.

"Utterly reckless," Damien pushed aside B.B, his frown told epics of what he thought about the situation, "She could have crushed—" I shook my head asking him to delay his talk. It need not be in front of the team. His scowled but nodded nonetheless.

The words from the rest flowed like wine in a king's banquet but I was only humming. I was answering as blandly as I could. As long as it kept them away from my mind.

And all the while my mind ran over the battle. I had simply not used the Rapier because as I had correctly thought, swords against flying fuckers are useless. And my only real option against Starfire were my babies.

I needed to re-tool my arsenal. I needed so many backups in it.

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[A/N: Sorry for the late chapter, the editor was busy.

The ratings fell to 4.3...damn.

As for why Star lost, she is very simple brawler with range attacks made up of /something/ energy. She is not bullet proof, she will die due to them and had to remove them repeatedly. And yes she has fought with d*ck. d*ck, is not a gun user and as for that matter 99% for TT villains are not either. And if you saw Mira fought nothing like a Bat-family memeber would, she fought from range, with guns and ones with live ammo, they move faster than the speed of sound. They can hit you before you hear them. And the vision of the forager was her cheating too.

Starfire had to remove the bullets otherwise she would be dead and since she can't move faster than a bullet she was forced to stand to be able to stop them. Starfire could not even use her super strength to her advantage since she never really engaged in CQB.

This is not a DC hero skewed world where guns are something you joke about, you will die and you die painful if you fight a gun user without preperation.

And trust me she would not have won in a real fight because in a real fight you don't have a clear field with cover and a ceiling above your head. Starfire would have just hid behind cover and not be forced to hold her own against bullet that go faster than the speed sound. Let me put this in prospective, if someone shot you in the head from behind, you would die before you hear the sound of it killing it.

Still, any feedback you guys give is appreciated.]