When Dick comes back to the tower, Rose is still with him. The teens are collectively surprised until they find out it's because there was a bomb in the jeep that almost killed the two of them. That's a fair reason to have a second thought about staying at the tower. But, that brings up the perfect opportunity for Sam, Gar, and Jason to tell Dick about Deathstroke being Rose's dad. Dick didn't have a reaction Sam could read well but asked to see what they found, completely choosing to ignore how they found out. That's a discussion for another time.

In the comms lab, all of the teens and Dick gather around the computer where everything about Rose and Deathstroke is still pulled up for Dick to see.

"That's Rose's father?" Rachel asks.

"Yep. The one and only Deathstroke." Jason's voice has hints of amazement, the smallest of grins pulling at the left corner of his mouth. Of course, Jason would find it fascinating.

"Is that somebody you know?" Rachel asks, turning to look at Dick.

"Kind of, old Titans business." Dick says, keeping a straight face and Sam raises her brows. Yeah, old Titans business as in he killed one of them.

"Check it," Gar brings up another screen. "Former Delta Force Commando part of hive." Gar says, the last part almost sounding like a question. "Select soldiers who underwent a series of experimental bio-enhancements." Gar pauses for a second. "Huh, out of the thirty-five trial subjects, the only one to survive was Slade Wilson." Gar pauses for another second reading the screen. "Interpol says he retired years ago after the death of his son, Jericho. I-I tried having the computer find something--"

"I'll take it from here." Dick cuts Gar off, walking over to him and exiting out of the screens with Rose and Slade.

All of the teens watch him with suspension but before anyone can question him, the security alarm goes off. Dick pulls up the screen to the front door where three people are standing.

"So, I guess you changed the code." The woman with dark hair says.

"Finally." Rachel says, a large smile on display as she sounds relieved.

"Who's here?" Sam asks, looking around the room, not able to see onto the smaller monitor in front of Dick.

"You'll love them." Rachel beams, walking over to her and grabbing her hand to pull her along. "Donna, Dawn, and Hank." Rachel starts as the girls walk down the hallway, the two boys right behind them. "Donna is Wondergirl." Rachel starts.

"Sorry, what now? Wondergirl like THE Wondergirl?" Sam's voice raises, excitement flooding her tone.

"Yep! Dawn, the one with white hair, she's Dove and Hank is Hawk." Rachel explains.

"The original Titans, okay." Sam nods her head and she is so excited.

The original Titans, that's awesome, actually one of the coolest things that's ever happened. They're real superheroes and it's Wondergirl. One of the coolest heroes ever. And to top it off, that means they're gaining two more women in the tower which is always a plus. Rachel and the boys, including Jason, actually seem really excited to see them which is all a good sign to Sam.

"You guys have no clue how much this place misses you." Rachel says as she greets Dawn.

Dawn embraces her in a hug. "This place, huh?"

"Mostly just me." Rachel says.

"And me, too." Gar says before he gets his own hug from Dawn, Sam staying back and observing. It is weird that this is like a thing. They're all...friends.

"Hey, you're new." Hank says from the back, looking behind Gar to Sam.

Sam nods. "I am." She steps forward awkwardly, Gar gesturing a hand out to introduce her.

"This is Sam." Gar beams.

"It's nice to meet you, Sam." Dawn's voice is sweet and soft. "I'm Dawn, he's Hank, and that's Donna." She says as she jerks her head towards Donna who's just finished giving Rachel a hug.

"You, too. Original Titans." Sam says, a gleaming smile coming to her face. She's nearly bouncing with excitement while trying not to make it seems obvious how cool this is.

"That's us." Hank says, a little exasperation in his voice. "Got any...talents we should know about?" Hank asks.

Sam holds her hands up, as if to be surrendering before her palms start glowing. That catches everyone's attention. "Acid generation."

"And combat clairvoyance." Jason says from his spot near the fireplace. He doesn't do the whole 'welcome back', 'glad to see you again' reunions even if he is glad to have them around.

"Well, alright then." Hank nods, seeming to approve.

"Did Dick find you?" Dawn asks.

"He did." Sam keeps it short, not wanting to go over the play-by-play yet again.

"He has a thing for strays." Donna says, giving Sam a quick smile.

"Noticed." Sam laughs softly.

"Where's Kory?" Rachel asks, looking to Donna.

Sam looks to Gar for clarification. "The cool alien that sounds like a badass?"

"Yeah," Gar chuckles. "That's Kory.

Dick walks up from behind them, gaining the entire room's attention. He asks if they were followed but it doesn't seem like they were. The teens look around, confused by the question but none of them have the nerve to ask.

"Can you guys give us a minute, please?" Dick asks the teens.

None of them question him and just do as he asks, Jason hanging back a second wanting to be involved but Dick asks him to leave, too. The teens go off to their rooms to change for training practice. That's more than likely what Dick wants them to do while he talks to the older Titans anyway. And it's a pretty easy way to waste time as they wait for further information. So, they get changed and head to the training room.

They run through a few drills before agreeing to start a sparring session the way Dick wants them to train. Blindfolds and wooden swords, preparing for the day someone tries to take their other senses from them. Sam has specific instructions to try and ignore the throbbing in the back of her head while they spar because 'one day it may not be there and she shouldn't rely on it'. Sam just rolls her eyes whenever Dick says that. It always sounds so dumb even if he might be right. Whatever Jerry did to her, there isn't any telling if it's actually permanent. So, she does her best to ignore it.

The teens get their blindfolds on, taking positions on the mat with their wooden swords and arm pads to protect themselves. Sam stretches her shoulders while Gar hunckers towards the floor, Rachel moving her neck side to side and Jason preparing to attack them. It's never on purpose, but they do tend to gang up on him a little. Jason is just a force when sparring. It's like the other three don't stand a great chance unless they end up working together. It's never planned but it seems to always play out that way in the end, with them still usually losing.

"Ready?" Jason asks.

"Yep." Sam says.

"Ready." Rachel confirms.

"Let's go." Gar says, Gar and Jason the most serious sounding of the four.

Gar lunges forward first, his sword almost hitting Jason as Jason swings at Rachel. Sam swings her sword near Gar, tapping his arm. And the sparring begins. The throbbing in Sam's head is annoying. It's not painful but annoying. One of the good things about sparring with three people is everyone is fighting for their lives at the same time. Sam has a harder time figuring out where the throbbing is pointing in a situation like this because ignoring it isn't exactly that easy.

When she's just sparring with Jason or Gar, the throbbing is specifically located wherever they are. If they're behind her, it's in the very back of her head right at the base. But if they're to the side, the throbbing switches and leans closer to whatever side they're on. This is different though because all three of the others are coming from all different directions and it actually forces her to figure out where they are based on movement and the sounds they make, the sounds of their feet, the wooshing of the air. It's not easy. The throbbing is still distracting.

Jason hits Gar in the back, sending him forward and in a quick motion, he gets Sam in the stomach, sending her right into Gar as they fall to the ground. Before even taking a breath, Jason smacks Rachel in the head, sending her to the ground.

"Houston, we have contact!" Jason yells as he rips his blindfold off.

"You okay?" Gar asks as he takes his blindfold off, still on the floor with Sam.

"Yeah, you?" Sam asks, taking her own blindfold off only for them to see a cloud of black stringy smoke coming out of Rachel.

The two of them get to their feet, watching with a sense of worry and a touch of horror. Sam's never seen Rachel's powers before but now she considers herself lucky for that. She knew it was a little strange and it is dangerous. Rachel doesn't have much control over it and she tried to explain it to Sam in a little more detail but seeing it is a completely different story. It's a bit terrifying to say the least.

"Are we still sparring?" Jason asks, getting the sense that Rachel is definitely not sparring.

"That doesn't look good." Sam mutters to Gar. 

"Rachel?" Gar asks with caution but not daring to move toward her.

Rachel's eyes glow red with the gem-like piece in the center of her forward while she gets to her feet and faces Jason. The slime-like sometimes surrounds her before she lunges forward and grabs Jason by the neck, levitating them both far above the ground. Gar and Sam watch in a sense of horror as the dark material circles Rachel and Jason.

"Rachel." Jason chokes out.

Rachel looks to the side with the real swords, tilting them towards Jason. Sam's mouth falls open as she stands in a mix of panic and shock.

"What the fuck do we do? We have to do something!" Sam panics to Gar.

"I-I don't know!" He says. "Um...shoot...acid at them, I guess?" The comment is more facetious than literal.

Sam narrows her eyes at him. "And make her more angry?!"

"Rachel stop!" Gar urges and that seemed to be all it takes.

Rachel's eyes widen, the red fading immediately as she drops Jason to the floor. He lands hard on his back while Rachel lands easily on her feet. Sam immediately rushes over to Jason while Gar stands in the corner, almost too afraid to move from his spot. Jason brushes Sam off as he gets to his feet, storming over to Rachel.

"You stay away from me, you fucking freak." Jason's voice is ragged.

Rachel's eyes are wide with the remark but Sam can't exactly blame Jason. Rachel almost killed him. Just last night, the four of them were discussing if Rose should stay or she'd kill them all. But, Rachel, who does live here, actually did almost kill Jason. All Sam and Gar can do from their spots if give a wince.

"Everything okay?" Dick walks in just in time, seeing the teens not looking so good.

Everyone looks to Dick but stays silent for a few seconds. Gar doesn't wanna get Rachel in trouble or piss Jason off further so he stays silent. Sam is right along with Gar, not wanting to make either one of them angrier. And Sam wouldn't want them to tell Dick if she suddenly lost control.

"No, it's not." Jason breaks the silence walking over to Dick. "Look, I don't like being left out of whatever plans you relics are cooking up out there, alright?" Jason's voice raises as he points a finger at Dick.

Dick lets out a scoff, a humored grin pulling at his lips. "You didn't miss anything." Dick assures him. "Gar," Dick jerks his head at Gar. "I need ya."

"Hey, what about me?" Jason asks.

"Keep practicing." Dick says before walking off, Gar giving the room an apologetic glance before following behind him.

Sam keeps his place on the mat, watching Rachel and Jason. She finds it weird that Dick wants Gar. It's like every day she spends at the tower, the more she understands why Jason is the way he is. Why he always wants attention. Dick doesn't give him any. It's all about how Jason is training and he doesn't give Jason anything other than that. It's a bit weird from where Sam is sitting. Dick should give Jason more credit.

Jason walks back over to Rachel, fire in his steps. "You need to have that shit looked at...by like a fucking priest." Jason's words are venomous as he storms off.

Rachel stands there for a second before turning to look at Sam. Sam is on her feet again, giving her an apologetic look. Jason might be her friend but he does hit below the belt sometimes. Of course, she gets it. Rachel definitely could have killed him and that's terrifying, Sam knows from first-hand experience but he should know Gar and Sam would have found a way to step in if she were going to kill him. Sam would have shot acid at Rachel if she needed to. He was fine and he is fine, seemingly at least. He should cut Rachel some slack.

"You okay?" Sam asks walking over to Rachel.

"I didn't mean to." Rachel says, her voice filled of defeat.

"Yeah, I know." Sam nods. "He was kind of mean." Sam scrunches her nose. "I'm sorry about him."

"It's not your fault. He's just an asshole." Rachel rolls her eyes.

"He is." Sam agrees. "He is my friend though so I feel I should apologize on his behalf." Sam chuckles softly. "Seriously, are you okay though? I mean...with....whatever that was?"

"Yeah," Rachel nods softly. "I try to control it but it just happens sometimes."

"Like the scratches?"

"Yeah, I don't know what to do."

"Have you tried meditating?" Sam questions, Rachel furrowing her brows at Sam. "I mean, in theory, it should work, right? Calm you down, ease your mind of the bullshit. I guess...I don't know. I didn't meditate or anything but I dissociated enough that it worked, not that that's a good example. But, maybe in the same sense that meditation could help you control it. It's worth a shot, right?" Sam offers.

Rachel lets out a sigh. "Yeah, maybe." Rachel nods softly. "Thank you."

"'Course." Sam gives her a soft smile. "I'm gonna go check on the little shit and make sure he's not doing something fucking stupid." Sam rolls her eyes. "If you wanna talk more about it though, just lemme know." Sam gives Rachel a kind smile and Rachel nods.

Sam goes to find Jason who's made it to his room by the time Sam gets there. He's blaring his music, door shut. Sam rolls her eyes as she makes a fist, slamming it against the door so he can hear it over the music. Sam has come to figure out Jason listens to a lot of death metal a lot louder when he's upset about something. It's only a few seconds before Jason swings the door open, nearly pulling it from the hinges.

"What?" He asks, venom in his voice.

Jason isn't in the mood for talking about it. It's a thing that happened and on top of that, Dick wants Gar's help. Gar is his friend, but Jason has more experience with whatever the Titans are up to. He's Robin, after all. He's getting shoved to the side and every bit of it makes him want to scream and fight everyone in sight.

"Move." Sam scoffs at him, pushing past him and walking into his room. Jason stands there for a second as if to be processing what just happened like Internet Explorer.

"Sure, come in." Jason huffs, shutting the door.

Sam pulls the needle from the record, looking at him with wide eyes. "Death metal, really?" Sam crosses her arms over her chest. Shje's heard it play it quite a bit since she's been here but he does have a pretty vast taste in music so she's kind of learned he doesn't want ot be bothered when that's what he's playing. Jasn plays certain music based on his mood but the way he treated Rachel isn't fair and Sam wants to make sure he is okay. The older Titans showing up and not involving him seems to irk him.

"What?" Jason scoffs, gaining a nasty grin. "Your Taylor Swift, pop music ears can't handle it?"

"Okay, first of all, you got issues with Taylor Swift? What is this, 2012?" Sam narrows her eyes at him. "Second, you know that I know you know I listen to a variety of music, including death metal. That is the one genre that can penetrate even soundproofed walls." Sam stands up to him.

"Not good death metal though." Jason scoffs.

"Because the thespian would know better death metal music." Sam teases, gaining a smirk as she watches Jason's grin fall, steam nearly coming out his ears. "I'm fucking joking, calm down. Fuck." Sam groans with wide eyes. "I just came to check on you."

"I'm fine." Jason mutters, looking to the floor for just a second.

"Mhm, yeah, being fine is definitely a normal feeling after being lifted ten feet in the air by your neck with several sharp swords pointed at you." Sam quips.

"I'm fine." Jason grits his teeth.

"Well, in that case, you gotta cut Rachel some fucking slack, man." Sam urges him, figuring if he's not gonna talk about it, you might as well go on about Rachel.. "It's not her fault and I know that you know that." Sam lets out an exasperated sigh. Gar is normally the mediator between the two of them, on the account that Sam tends to take Jason's side a lot more than Rachel's. Gar is better at putting aside bias.

"She could have fucking killed me!" Jason pushes himself off of his door.

"I know." Sam nods. "Which is fucked up, I'm not saying it's not. It's just..." Sam pauses. "It's different for people like us."

"You don't have any problems with it." Jason huffs and he can't believe of all people, Sam's defending Rachel right now.

Sam pauses because yes she does but it's not easy to admit. But, this is Jason. "Okay," Sam sucks in a breath. "Promise not to tell anyone, especially Gar and Dick?" Sam asks.

Jason raises a brow at her. "Yeah? Okay."

"Sometimes, I wake up from a nightmare with my hands glowing. I haven't...burned or melted anything but they're glowing and warm so...I don't have nearly as much control as everyone thinks I do." Sam chews on the inside of her cheek, dodging Jason's eyes.

Jason seems to sit on that for a second. Sam's never almost burned any of them even when she gets annoyed or angry. Her hands never even glowed once when she beat up Jerry, not once. Jason fully expected to have to deal with her powers but nothing. She seemed normal in that moment, no powers, no special abilities. He almost finds it hard to believe Sam can't control her powers when she's asleep. But, Sam also doesn't lie to him.

"I also melted a mug my second day here by accident." Sam clears her throat.

"How'd the hell you do that?" Jason chuckles this time, finding that more believable than the nightmares.

"I figured out Dick was Robin and Bruce was Batman. Long story short, I've got a bit of an issue with the two of them letting Joker fuck around and kill people, my mom included." Sam shakes her head, seeing Jason doing the math in his head trying to figure out if it was Dick at the time her mom was killed. "It was Dick, it wasn't you. You took over, if my math is right, somewhere around six months to a year later."

"Hadn't thought of it like that." Jason looks to his shoes before looking back at Sam. "Bruce not killing the Joker and shit, the consequences." Jason clarifies.

He's questioned Bruce's methods, of course. He also thinks maybe some of those bad guys shouldn't be allowed to escape Arkham. But, Bruce always said they're there to protect people, not kill them. Killing the bad guys, makes them just as bad. It's a line they can't cross because it'll be easier to cross the next time. But, at what point is enough enough when it comes to the Joker? How many people could be saved if it were just that one guy? Jason pushes the thought away though.

"Yeah, most don't." Sam clears her throat. "SO, I'm saying you should cool off and be upset about it, obviously, it looked scary from where I was standing, too but maybe don't be a dick to her about it."

Jason is stubborn but Sam brings up good points. Maybe, he could make an attempt to somewhat try and understand Rachel a little bit. Maybe.

"Whatever." Jason huffs, caving in.

"Mhm, thank you, Jay." Sam's voice waves as she walks over to him.

"Yeah." Jason still looks displeased.

"Or pout about it." Sam chuckles, getting a glare from Jason.

"I'm not pouting." Jason huffs, but there's a tint of smile coming to his face..

"Mhm." Sam hums. "Well, I'm gonna wait for Gar, have fun being angry with your death metal." Sam grins at him, seeing a tint of grin coming to Jason's face.

"Yeah." Jason shrugs as Sam walks past him, leaving him alone.

Sam goes back to her room, keeping the door open as she waits to find out what Dick needed Gar for. It still bugs her a bit that Dick picked Gar to help and not Jason but Jason was definitely not in a talking mood. Sam didn't wanna push her luck with him. So, she hangs out in her room and just waits with Ginny & Georgia playing on the TV.

As the second episode plays, a knock sounds on Sam's door. She looks over the back of the couch to see Gar walking into her room with a sappy smile on his lips. He walks over to the couch and plops down beside her.

"Whatcha watching?" He asks, chipper as usual.

"Ginny & Georgia, it was just added to Netflix." Sam gestures towards the TV.

"How is it?" He asks.

"It's good!" Sam says with enthusiasm. "I love Joe so much already. I hope he gets to stay happy." Sam pouts at Gar.

Gar chuckles softly. "Cool if I watch with you, then?" He asks, eyes filled of happiness and hope.

"Yeah! I'm only on episode two so you haven't missed much. Georgia's husband died and she doesn't seem sad about it. They moved from Texas to Wellsbury which is on the east coast. Ginny and Austin are her kids and Ginny hooked up with her neighbor. That's about it." Sam laughs softly.

"Oh, well, okay then." Gar nods along. "Is it....a comedy?"

"Eh," Sam shrugs a shoulder. "It's more of drama. Like it has some comedy but it's more dramatic." Sam explains. "I think Georgia killed her husband so like there's that."

Gar's eyes widen. "Definitely a drama." He laughs.

"Oh, yeah." Sam laughs in agreement.

The two of them focus their attention on the TV and Sam moves closer to Gar, resting her legs over his lap. It makes Gar chuckle but he just goes with it, putting his hands on her shins and they watch together, making easy conversation about what's going on in the show. This is a comfortable thing they've gotten into the habit of doing.

Gar will be playing video games so Sam sits next to him, usually always touching him in some way or Gar will come into Sam's room where she's watching TV and he'll just plop down to watch whatever has her interest. Sam always moves to sit with her legs over him. And the two of them always make conversation about what's going on and Sam get really dramatic and excited when she talks about her shows, it's how Gar thinks he sounds but Sam isn't annoying. Sometimes, he thinks he just gets annoying about it but hearing Sam ramble about why she loves a character or hates another, he could listen to that all day even if he has no idea what she's talking about. It's so comfortable for him.

After a few more episodes, they realize no one has bothered them in a few hours. Neither of them even have a text from Dick about training. The older Titans must be keeping him occupied which is definitely nice. Training isn't actually all that bad and it gives them something to do. But, Dick doesn't really give them a day to break. None of them have anything else to do, so Dick just makes sure they're training all the time in one way or another. The teens get it, they have to prepare for the big bads, but having a day off here and there would also be nice. And right now, it looks like they're actually getting the night off and they're enjoying it.

"Hey, want some popcorn?" Sam asks, peeling her eyes away from the TV to look at Gar.

"Yes, please." Gar beams. "Want me to get it?"

"Nah," Sam shakes her head, sliding her legs off of Gar. "I got it." Sam gives him a smile. "Just pause it and make sure it doesn't shut off."

"Got it." Gar gives her a nod, grabbing the remote from the coffee table in front of him.

Sam rushes off to the kitchen where she finds Rachel making herself a glass of sweet tea. Sam moves around her, grabbing a bag of popcorn and popping it in the microwave before she grabs a large bowl to pour it into. Sam sits on the counter, opposite Rachel, as she waits for the popcorn to start. Just as Sam gets situated and Rachel finishes making her tea, Rose walks in. Instead of gauze, Rose is daunting an eyepatch over the eye that's now missing.

"Don't think we got introduced," Rachel starts. "I'm Rachel."

"Sam." Sam chimes in, with a half-wave from her spot.

"I'm Rose." Rose says.

"Pretty name." Rachel says.

"Yeah, maybe too pretty now." Rose says. "Patch has a nice ring to it." Rose finishes as Sam lets out a huff.

"I still think you're really pretty." Sam lets out a scoff, giving Rose a smile. Rose's brows furrow at her and Rachel rolls her eyes.

"You hang out with Jason too much." Rachel states, getting a confused and offended look from Sam just as her popcorn starts to pop.

"I don't get this." Rose starts, ignoring the girls' comments to each other while she takes a seat in one of the chairs. "The whole living situation, this some kind of euro hostel or something?" Rose quips making Sam chortle.

Rachel lets out a huff. "No, we're just friends."

"Dick's got a thing for plucking strays off the streets." Sam adds in.

"I'm not a stray." Rose defends, but her voice isn't stern or annoyed.

"We saw what happened." Rachel looks between Sam and Rose.

"Saw what?" Rose inquires.

"Dick has access to the city's surveillance cameras." Rachel explains.

"We saw everything. You fighting and escaping, the whole thing." Sam finishes.

"Guy with the sword?" Rachel asks.

"My dad." Rose gains a sarcastic grin.

Sam gives her a yikes expression before hopping off the counter and going to the microwave as the popcorn starts to slow down its popping. Somehow, all of them have fucked up home lives. Seriously, is that a requirement to even be here?

"I'm sorry." Rachel says.

"Dads suck." Sam declares, opening the microwave.

"No dad of the year mug for him." Rose quips before looking to Rachel. "That thing in your forehead, bold choice." Rose nods her head.

Sam pours her popcorn into a bowl as she listens to Rachel, she actually doesn't know the story behind it. She never asked.

"Not my choice." Rachel shakes her head. "My dad put it there for me."

"He did?" Sam's voice holds surprise and confusion. 

"Yep." Rachel holds out the word a little.

Now, that's also weird. Sam figures it has to do with her powers since it lit up when she levitated her and Jason earlier. She has so many questions about it but Rachel's singular word about it is probably a good indicator that she doesn't like to talk about it. Sam can't blame her there.

"Where's he?" Rose asks.

"I got rid of him." Rachel declares.

"Got rid of as in...? Killed him?" Rose asks.

"Yeah, kind of." Rachel tries to brush it off as she scoffs.

"What about you?" Rose looks to Sam who's standing on the other side of Rachel.

"Drug addict who bailed before I was born, foster dad almost beat me to death though." Sam states, an almost sarcastic tone coats her words. "Ligature scars from the ordeal." Sam lifts her arms just slightly so her sleeves fall down enough to show the pinkish scars.

"Shit." Rose states.

"Clearly, the tower is filled with people who had outstanding father figures." Sam quips, getting a slight nudge from Rachel.

"Is that what you wanted to do to your father? Kill him?" Rachel asks.

"I did." Rose nods. "But, uh, I thought everything would be different if he just went away."

"Doesn't always work." Rachel takes a drink from her tea. "Right, Sam?"

"I know you want me to agree with you but..." Sam pauses. "I gotta say, I'm pretty content with my actual dad fucking off somewhere and me beating the shit out of Jerry now that it's happened."

Was that night a mess? Yes. But, talking with Jason about it has made her feel a lot better about it. He's told her countless times he deserved it and because of that, they did save that kid. Sam got her revenge and now he can't do that to anyone ever again. It didn't help that night, and maybe the act of beating him up didn't help, but preventing him from hurting anyone else did.

"Seriously?" Rachel's voice is disapproving.

Sam shrugs. "I'm not gonna lie." Sam laughs softly.

"Guess we're all members of the bad dads club." Rose gives the girls a genuine smile.

"Platinum members." Rachel scoffs.

"With a discount in endless trauma." Sam quips.

"Benefits kind of suck." Rose states.

"Members are pretty cool." Rachel smiles softly, Rose matching the smile.

"What do you guys do all day anyway?" Rose questions.

"Train." Rachel's voice is flat.

"Listen to everyone complain about training." Sam lets out a muttered scoff.

"As if you're not enjoying the night off with Gar." Rachel quips.

"I am having a lovely time." Sam grins. "Which is why, I'm going back to my room where he's waiting."

"Don't do anything stupid." Rachel mocks.

"We are friends, Rachel." Sam defends.

"Okay, Sam."

Sam rolls her eyes. "Okay, Rachel." Sam mocks her before walking off back to her room where Gar is still sitting in the same position.

Sam thinks about the conversation she had with Rachel about the boys. There was so much she couldn't tell Rachel about Jason. Jason would kill her and Rachel would definitely tease him about it, even if it just slipped. Sam doesn't want that to happen. It's their thing and she kind of likes that no one knows about it. She can't really explain it, but it's just nice not having everyone know about it.

With Gar, everything is out in the open which is also fine because that's just Gar. He doesn't hide things from people, he wears his emotions on his sleeve. It's something Sam actually admires about him and it's one of the things she likes about him. But, in a way, there's this pressure she doesn't like. Rachel knew she liked him and she thinks Gar likes her, too. Part of it is on Sam, sleeping in his room, making him pancakes. But, she just wishes they were normal because then it would be this normal gossip thing where no one knows for sure. In the tower, surrounded by people all the time though, everything is so fucking transparent. The tower might as well be wrapped in cellophane. So, Sam takes a seat next to Gar and doesn't say anything about how she feels because she likes him but she likes Jason, too. 

"Talked with Rose." Sam starts, resting her legs over Gar's as she gets comfortable, holding the bowl of popcorn on her lap but close enough so Gar can have some.

"Yeah? What's she like?" Gar asks, his left hand resting on her shins as his right plucks a piece of popcorn from the bowl.

"Daddy issues like the rest of us." Sam chortles, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

"We knew that, though." Gar chuckles with her, finding her amusing.

"Yeah," Sam shrugs. "I don't know, didn't talk long but she seems cool. Rachel is still in the kitchen with her."

"Think she'll stay?" Gar raises a brow and it worked out with Sam staying. He's worried about her being Deathstroke's daughter, which might put all of them at risk. But, if she's really in danger. Gar hopes she'll stay. It's safe here.

Sam scrunches her face with uncertainty. "Ehh," She shrugs. "She doesn't seem too pleased with the place. So, I dunno. I hope she does. It helped me." Sam gives Gar a sweet smile.

"Yeah, I think it'd be nice. We'll have to keep Jason off of her though." Gar chuckles.

Sam brushes the comment off. Maybe Jason will be into her and it'll make everything easier. Choosing between the boys sounds like an impossible decision.

"Yeah, right?" Sam nods her head, agreeing with him but keeps it short. Sam looks to the TV and changes conversation. "Do teenagers actually get together and do that?" The teenagers in the show are in a basement, a few of them playing instruments while the others are smoking on a couch.

"That's where you're questioning the realism of the show?" Gar chortles next her, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn.

"I mean! Hey, women have poisoned their husbands! They're even called Black Widows! But, teenagers all getting together to drink and smoke in a basement? Like regularly? Do they do that?"

Gar shrugs, finding Sam's thought process a bit comical. "I wouldn't know."

"Right." Sam nods and laughs. "Forgot, none of us had much of a normal teenager experience."

Gar shakes his head. "Fine with me, seems..."

"Fucking horrible?" Sam laughs. "High school, every single day for four years? With people you don't even like? Being forced to learn shit you literally never will need?"

"Y equals mx plus b." Gar states with a groan, he might have been homeschooled but that was still something that came up all the time. When will he ever need to find the slope of something?

"The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Sam mocks. "X = -b ± square root of b^2 - 4ac over 2a. I mean seriously, what the fuck? I couldn't even tell you why I would need that now."

Gar turns his head slowly, raising his brows at Sam. He knows the quadratic formula but he's never met anyone who could or even would openly admit to knowing that one. The slope is different than that one.

"What?" Sam raises a brow at him. "It's true."

Gar bursts into laughter. "No! It is! I just...didn't expect anyone else to have it memorized."

"Advanced math class will do that." Sam rolls her eyes. "I tested well on ONE standardized test and that was it." Sam laughs. "Don't get me started on sin over cos equals tan because literally, since when do WORDS equal fucking numbers?"

Gar did not expect her to be a math geek but he finds it really endearing. He's kind of used to be the only one, besides Dick, who has a lot of book smarts when it comes to tech and math. Rachel is more of the history nerd and Jason, Gar hasn't figured that out yet but he's sure Jason has some sort of book smarts. There's no way he's only street-smart.

"Right?!" Gar nearly yells. "It was so fucking hard for no reason!" Gar exclaims. Due to homeschool, he was way ahead of everyone else his age. He got his diploma right before him and his parents got sick.

Sam laughs softly and she does like him. The way his eyes wrinkle when he laughs, the way he smiles with his entire body, it makes her so happy. He has this light that can outshine the brightest of suns. The sun never stood a chance against Garfield Logan. Sam thinks maybe she wouldn't be sucked into the dark if he stuck around.

There's a knock on Sam's door and the two of them turn around to see Dick, standing halfway in her room and half in the hallway.

"Gar, need ya again." Dick jerks his head towards the hallway and Sam's brows furrow. What the hell is that about? Gar gives her an apologetic look as she moves her legs off of him.

Sam spins around, resting her forearms on the back of the couch. "Whatcha doing?" Sam asks Dick as Gar gets up from his comfortable place.

"Locating Dr. Light." Dick answers simply.

Sam hums. "Can I come?"

It's Dick's turn to narrow his eyes. "No, I just need Gar for now."

Sam groans. "Come on, Rachel is hanging out with Rose and Jason is in a pissy mood."

After the whole Jerry situation, Dick has been keeping a closer eye on her. He wants to trust she won't go rogue again but there is a part of him that worries about it. Dick went back and watched the security footage of everything, listened to the conversation. Jason did not try to stop her but it didn't seem as if Sam would have listened anyway. He doesn't need someone going rogue. But, if she's with Gar, at least if they find Dr. Light, Dick can trust Gar to come and get him instead of them trying to play the heroes.

"Okay, fine. Come on." Dick jerks his head and Sam beams, happy to be included.

She turns the TV off, practically leaping over the back of the couch and meeting the boys at the door. Gar's eyes widen and beam at the sight of her dramatics. Dick shakes his head but chuckles softly as the three of them head to the comms lab.

Gar slides into the chair and pulls up a map while Dick stands behind him and Sam stands off to the side, watching everything Gar is doing. Sam can only assume that with his time at Doom Manor, he had a lot of time to mess around with tech stuff. Maybe that's why Dick is asking for his help for this stuff instead of anyone else. Gar already has some background with computers and tech and he's a new Titan. Maybe it's a preparation thing. But, Sam is also just happy to be included.

"Dr. Light will need to refuel if he's planning another attack." Dick starts. "He'll need a large electric power cell and a light source where he can absorb the energy."

Gar leans his elbows on the table in front of him, keeping his eyes on the screen. "So, monitor the power grids and keep an eye out for any unusual disturbances."

"We find where he's pulling the power from, we find him." Dick finishes before patting Gar on the back and heading for the hallway.

"Okay, got it." Gar's eyes scan over the computer screen.

"Oh, hey," Dick says, turning around before entering the hallway. "Everything okay with Rachel?" Dick looks between Gar and Sam. "She looked a little strange in training."

"She's fine." Sam answers quickly with the shrug of her shoulders.

Gar nods his head in agreement. "Yeah," He swivels in his chair to face Dick. "That was just...her..." Gar glances to Sam as if looking for help as he tries to think of something.

Neither of them are going to tell Dick Rachel almost killed Jason and then Jason called her a freak, then said she should be checked by a priest. Dick doesn't need to know everything that happens. They can handle it.

"Training face." Gar gives Dick an awkward smile, spinning the chair slightly.

"Traning face?" Dick looks to Gar and then to Sam, completely not believing that at all.

"Yeah, she gets really focused and gets this look." Sam brushes it off.

"Yeah, exactly." Gar agrees with Sam, the both of them lying through their teeth. Sam is a bit better at it. "She just wants to be ready in case any of the old Titans wanna spar," Gar's eyes shift side to side for a second. "After, they settle in." He flashes the awkward smile again and Sam is so sure Dick is going to call them out.

"They're not gonna settle in." Dick states, this time his voice serious and stern. Sam's curiosity is piqued. Dick doesn't seem happy about them showing up which she finds to be weird. Aren't they supposed to be friends? Is this because Deathstroke killed one of them? If it is, Sam can't say she blames Dick. It was probably really hard. "Hank and Dawn, Donna, they're not staying."

"I thought you guys were friends?" Sam asks.

"We are." Dick answers shortly. "But they aren't Titans anymore."

Gar's face twists in confusion. Everything was fine the last time they were all together, well, besides the whole Trigon thing. But, everyone got along afterward. "Did something happen between you guys?"

Dick's eyes go distant for a second before he drops it completely. "Keep looking." Dick states before walking off, down the hallway.

Sam looks to Gar as he swivels to face her. "That was fucking weird." She says, shaking her head with wide eyes.

"Right?" Gar says dramatically. "What do you think that was about?"

"Uh...." Sam pauses, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, could be the death of that Titan, maybe it's like....a thing with them all being here?" Sam raises the question. "Everyone was there with Trigon, right?"

Gar nods before he turns back to the computer to get to work. "Yeah, I mean, besides....ya know." Garjerks his head to the left with the quick raise of his brows as he starts searching the power grids. "But, I mean, after everything seemed fine. Dick was...actually in a good mood, actually."

Sam watches Gar carefully, taking mental notes of everything he's doing. "Maybe it's something with the tower then, everyone being here. I have no idea." Sam chuckles softly. "Bird boys make no fucking sense."

"Honestly," Gar shakes his head. "What do you think is up with that, anyway?" Gar glances to Sam.

Sam shrugs. "Well, first full day here, I asked Dick about Bruce and he said that Bruce did the best he could which I always assume means that person sucks at parenting, without intending to." Sam chuckles softly. "So, could be Bruce."

"I think you just have a vendetta against him." Gar says honestly, giving Sam a slight wince.

Sam lets out a sigh. "Yeah, a little bit." She moves closer to Gar. "Can I sit?"

Gar's eyes widen as he freezes and Sam gains a smirk. A giggle escapes her lips and it's the cutest noise Gar has ever heard. He scoots back a bit and lets Sam sit on his lap, Sam mostly sitting on his right leg so Gar can see and maneuver around the keyboard easily.

"What do you think is up with bird boys?" Sam asks as Gar goes back to the power grids.

Gar shrugs. "I don't think they know how to handle their problems." Gar deadpans.

Sam lets out a laugh. "Yeah, that's fair." She keeps her head straight, watching the large screen. "How do you know how to do all this?" Sam decides to drop the conversation.

"Had a lot of free time at Caulder House." Gar states. "There wasn't much to do besides this and video games."

"Ah," Sam nods her head. "It's pretty cool, especially with how quickly tech changes and this is like...a Batcomputer." Sam's smile widens. Sure, she's got an issue with Batman but Wayne tech is cool nonetheless. Her problem is with his moral code about killing, not with much else. She doesn't even know the guy.

"Yeah, it's clearly coming in handy." Gar laughs softly.

Gar and Sam fall into a comfortable conversation as Gar explains what he's doing and how he knows what to look for. Sam follows everything he says, making sure she's keeping up. The thing with Gar is that he's really good at explaining things without making her feel dumb. Sometimes, people have this habit of sounding condescending when they're explaining something they're good at even if they don't mean to. But, Gar explains it casually but in terms she understands since she doesn't know much about this tech. In fact, the way Gar explains everything, it makes Sam feel useful which is a really nice thing to feel right about now.

Over the next hour, Sam and Gar sit and look for signs of Dr. Light. Sam likes seeing Gar here, doing this. It's clearly his environment, something he's good at and enjoys. He's also helping the older Titans by doing this and she can tell by how focused he is that it's something that also means a lot to him. He gets to be helpful with the thing he's good at. 

The two of them share stolen glances here and there. There's something so warm and comfortable about it. While Sam is more of a hands-on person, this is nice. She isn't really helping, rather than just keeping Gar company and learning from him. But, it's comfortable and if Sam has learned anything, it's that she should cherish the comfort while she has it.

Gar is so kind and soft and safe that feeling comfortable seems like it could be possible, every single day. He's energic and enthusiastic. Sam swears there's not a pessimistic bone in his body. And he has this smile that just put the sun to shame. She swears if she just gave her that open-mouthed toothy smile, she'll never be sad again. And sometimes he trips over his words if Sam gets a little flirty and it makes Sam so happy because he never knows what to do. It makes him that much cuter and softer. He is what she always imagined happiness would look like. If happiness were a person, it would be Garfield Logan. Sam wonders if she could ever offer him that same comfort and happiness. She wonders if she'd ever live up to that or if she'd just burn it all to the ground.

Gar finds something on the computer and goes to grab Dick. The two of them discuss, figuring the bundle of pings is actually Dr. Light. And then the power goes out as if to be on cue. Sam follows Gar and Dick out of the comms lab and into the living room. As they reach the floor-to-ceiling windows, they see a stadium in the distance that's emitting light, indicating that's where Dr. Light is. Sam gets the feeling that's probably not a good sign for whatever is to come next and by the look on Dick's face, he's got the same feeling.

Dick goes off to grab the rest of the Titans to hunt down Dr. Light while Gar figures the rest of them might as well hang out in the living room and watch something on someone's phone. Sam has gone almost entirely quiet since the power went out. He hasn't said anything, but he's kind of assumed she isn't a big fan of the dark. She usually has the TV on or the blinds pulled when she's asleep so the room isn't so dark. Gar thinks maybe if he can get everyone in an open area, she'll feel a little better about it. So, they make their way to Jason's room first.

Gar's assumption would be right. The dark wasn't this big deal or anything before, but now it's as if things are lurking in the shadows. Sam just feels so uneasy not being able to see in the dark. The great thing about the tower, usually, is there are always lights on. The hallway is always lit by small wall lamps so it's never too dark. The rooms all have large windows that go from one wall to the other and the city does a good job of illuminating every room. But, the entire city is in a blackout and it's almost completely dark in the tower. Sam hates it and with Gar's offer to gather everyone up, she's thankful she doesn't need to explain it. He's figured it out.

"What's up?" Jason asks as the two of them enter his room.

"The power's out." Sam quips, trying to not show she's uneasy about the entire tower being dark.

"No shit." Jason shakes his head, his phone in his hand to use as a flashlight.

"I figured we'd all hang out together, just until it comes back on." Gar offers, his own phone's light shining on the ground.

"All?" Jason questions, Jason questions, his brow quirked as he glances to Sam. Jason knows all does not mean all of the older Titans and he does not want to be around Rachel right about now.

"Well..." Gar pauses. "You, us, Rachel."

Jason lets out a groan before it turns into a dry laugh. "You think I wanna be around her right now?"

"She's sorry." Sam's voice is filled with frustration. "It was an accident."

"What about the other Titans?" Jason jerks his head up with the question.

"They're probably going to find Dr. Light. I found something on the computer." Gar brushes it off and Jason's eyes widen. Sam lets out a sigh knowing Gar should not have said that.

"What? Why didn't you say so?" There's excitement in his voice as he runs over to his bed, getting on his hands and knees.

Sam eyes Gar, as if telling him he should not have told Jason. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm going with 'em!" Jason says, pulling out the case that contains his suit.

Gar gets the look now. "Right..." Gar nods his head slowly. "I'm sure Dick will come get you if he needs you, man."

"Seriously?" Jason puts the case on his bed before turning to face Sam and Gar. "I gotta show him I'm ready for anything. I'm tired of sitting around." Jason reaches over his head, yanking his hoodie off, Sam getting the nonexistent hint to turn around.

"He knows what you're made of, Jason." Gar lets out a sigh as Jason changes into his suit.

"Obviously, not." Jason argues. "He didn't come to get me, did he?" Jason gets a little snippy and all Gar can do is sigh.

Jason finishes changing into his suit, making his way to Sam and Gar. Sam turns around, feeling him close to her. Jason's head is held high and there's a brightness in his eyes. His entire demeanor changes when he puts on the suit. He's, somehow, even more endearing when he's like this. Filled of so much joy and excitement and determination. Sam knows Dick won't let him go with and it's gonna sting him a lot more than he'll ever admit.

"Well, be careful then, Batboy." Sam states, knowing there is no stopping Jason.

Jason eyes her up and down, not even realizing he's doing it. A smirk pulls at his lips and he almost has a quip, almost but Gar is standing there, a little too close to her. So, he bites it down like a shard of glass. "Always am." He nods at her before quickly exiting his room, the cape flowing behind him.

"He's a dork." Sam looks up to Gar, a smile pull at her lips.

"It's the cape, right?" Gar laughs.

Sam nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah, something about the cape on him. It's like it swallows him." She laughs again. "It is bulletproof and fireproof though."

"At least there's that." Gar chuckles. "Let's find Rach." He jerks his head towards Jason's door and the two of them head out.

The two of them head down the hall where they run into Rachel. She had been on her way to look for them. The tower is on backup generators now but the power in the tower is limited. This surprises all of them. They thought, surely, Bruce would have a better generator for the tower. But, none of them say anything about it and decide to head to the living room and find something to do while they wait for the power to come back on and for the other Titans to get back. When they reach the living space, Jason is standing there alone in the Robin suit, the rest of the Titans in the elevator.

Jason's jaw clenches as he sees the three of them standing there looking at him. Rachel isn't surprised and she's actually pleased with Jason being left behind. Rachel doesn't think Jason is ready to help the rest of the Titans, and it's not fair to let him go but not the rest of them. Gar and Sam, on the other hand, they feel bad for him. He just wants to help and he's their friend. They also know that Jason will probably be pissed about this for the next week and they'll be the ones who have to hear about it. Dick should just let him help, they have the same experience.

Jason pushes past them, not saying a word.

"He's such a try-hard." Rachel mutters as they walk over to the couches.

Sam furrows her brows as her and Gar sit side-by-side, his arm going behind her as if to be an instinct. "I mean...he is Robin, though?"

"Yeah, but why does he think he should be able to help when none of us are?" Rachel argues.

"He has experience?" Gar questions, his expression matching the confused and defensive one Sam has.

"Not you, too!" Rachel groans out in frustration. She doesn't get why Sam and Gar almost always side with Jason.

"What?" Gar asks, unamused over this conversation.

"You guys defending him."

"Well, because we get it." Gar's eyes widen slightly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. The petty arguing and hatred between Rachel and Jason actually drives him insane. Sure, Jason deserves it sometimes but he's not even around right now. Why does it matter?

"Yeah, I mean, it's like important to him." Sam states, her eyes still slightly narrowed. When Sam told Rachel to talk to Jason about this, she did in fact mean it. She, too, isn't a fan of the petty arguments either between the two of them or about each other.

"It's important to everyone." Rachel urges. "Why does he think it's the most important thing to him?"

Sam and Gar stare at each other, as if to be silently communicating 'what the fuck'. Rachel is clearly still upset by Jason's words from the morning. Of course, neither of them blame her but they are his friend. They defend Rachel when Jason gets all pissy with her and they defend Jason. But, this is just annoying. The Titans have gone off to find Dr. Light, they're trapped in the tower without any power. Who even cares?

"You're not friends with him so you don't get it." Sam brushes her off. "And not to sound a bit bitchy, but it's not our job to explain it to you." Sam shrugs and pulls her phone from her pocket. "I'm gonna turn my show on, you're welcome to watch with us." Sam pulls up Netflix on her phone before handing it to Gar as he puts in the password.

Sam rests the phone on the ottoman, using one of the random books from the table to stabilize her phone. Rachel huffs a bit but moves closer to Sam so she can watch the show. She decides to drop it and maybe she is being a bit unreasonable. She doesn't understand Jason and she probably never will. But, she also hasn't taken Sam's advice about talking to him yet. So, Rachel bites back the other comments she has about Jason and listens to Sam and Gar explain what she's missed so far.

Only a few more minutes go by when Jason and Rose come into view, the two of them heading for the opposite hallway. Sam is the first to notice, followed by Gar. Rachel is too busy watching the show to even care.

"What's going on?" Gar asks, cautiously seeing the two of them walking side-by-side.

Jason looks like he's doing a bit better. "Going to train, nothing else to do anyway."

"You training, too?" Sam quirks a brow at Rose.

Rose tilts her head just slightly to the side. "Nah," She shakes her head. "I'm gonna kick his ass." 

"Fuck off." Jason huffs, but a smile is on his lips.

"Please, do. Someone's gotta kick him around now and again." Sam grins at Jason.

His eyes narrow at Sam. "Yeah, cause you never will."

"One day, Jay. One day." Sam wiggles her brows at him before looking back at her phone, trying to ignore the weird warmth in her stomach. That is not jealousy.

"When hell freezes over." Jason scoffs but Sam keeps her eyes on the screen and there's a disappointment that bites Jason's bone. His smile falls and he thought she'd have some come back about berating his ass even when hell freezes over or something dumb. But, she says nothing and he's disappointed in that. "Whatever," He scoffs, jerking his head towards the hall. "Let's go." Jason and Rose leave the other three to themselves.

Sam thinks Gar doesn't notice the short banter that wasn't really banter. She thinks he doesn't notice the way her eyes narrowed and the way the grin turned stale. Sam thinks he doesn't notice how she is with Jason and it hurts Gar. He likes her but he thinks maybe she's more into Jason than she'll ever be into him. Sure, she's choosing to hang out with him more but they still do their flirty thing. It doesn't really make any sense to him if he's being honest.

After two hours, the power finally comes back on. Every light in the tower turns back on and the lights of the city start to shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows once again. The three teens breathe a sigh of relief, hoping that means the other Titans took down Dr. Light with success. They move the show to the TV and wait on the edge of their seats for the other Titans to come back. Jason and Rose join the group just a few minutes later as if to also be waiting for the other Titans. Jason steals the remote and switches to the news.

"Well, you could have asked first, but sure." Sam quips but Jason brushes her off as he stands off to the side of Gar, arms crossed.

The news plays over footage of the Titans fighting Dr. Light and failing. Dick chooses to save a busload of people instead of stopping Dr. Light. Dr. Light takes off and he's completely out of sight. The news reports that he's nowhere to be seen but everyone on the bus is safe.

"And that's why they should have fucking let me go!" Jason complains, flinging one of his arms out.

Everyone chooses not to argue or humor Jason. The rest of the Titans are probably going to be upset when they get back and Jason will have some sort of comment about it. It's not worth it for any of them to argue or agree with him. They'll leave that to Dick and the other Titans.

As soon as the rest of the Titans get back, the teens keep their places in the living area beside Rose who doesn't want any part of it, apparently. They wait until Dawn and Hank head off toward the bedrooms, leaving just Dick in the living area. Jason takes the lead and gets up first, the other three following him

"Where's Dr. Light?" Jason taunts Dick as he walks closer to him.

"Jason." Rachel warns.

"A little stealth job on a guy who shoots what? Headlamps? I mean half the city's on fire and still no sign of Dr. Light." Jason is now about a foot away from Dick, Gar, Sam, and Rachel standing two feet behind Jason not liking where this is going.

"Not the time, Jason." Dick warns him.

Jason rushes Dick quickly, almost chest-to-chest with him. "Look, I don't take orders from you anymore, man. I do what I want when I want." Jason states, eying Dick with anger. Sam rolls her eyes behind him and Gar sucks in a breath, knowing this is not going to end well.

Dick gets this smile that is almost his way of telling Jason how fucking stupid that is. He goes to walk past Jason but Jason puts his hand on his chest, stopping Dick in his tracks. Dick looks almost appalled. Sam thought Dick wasn't as great at hiding his emotions when she first got here but the more she watches him, the more she realizes he's actually very good at it. He just has resting bitch face. But, it's obvious by the way his brows went up and his eyes widened just a little that he was shocked and appalled that Jason stopped him.

"Get out of my way." Dick's voice is stern and unwavering.

"I think you got it all wrong," Jason shakes his head at Dick, a little close to him for everyone's comfort. Jason hits Dick's chest again with an open palm. "You're in my way." The three teens behind can feel this going south very quickly but none of them want to insert themselves in it. Sam is a bit interested to see where this will go and how Dick plans to de-escalate the situation. "Maybe you need a retirement package."

Sam and Gar glance between each other before turning back to Jason. They want to help break this up but how? This is not their battle and if they take Dick's side, they'll be hearing from Jason about it. So, they stand back as Jason turns to look at them for just a second. He's got this determined look in his eye that makes Sam quirk a brow. He makes a fist and all three of the teens shake their heads slightly.

"Don't." Dick grits his teeth, his nose scrunching up. Yeah, tonight is not the night to pick a fight with Dick.

Jason tries to charge Dick but Dick is faster and takes an open palm to back of his head, pushing him to the ground. Sam lets out a sigh, hanging her head and holding the bridge of her nose. Gar has resorted to looking down and running a hand through his hair, a look of exasperation across his face. Rachel leans forward, simply surprised.

Dick even looks a bit surprised. "Shit." Dick says softly as he reaches a hand towards Jason. "Here." His voice is flat.

Jason slaps Dick's hand away before getting up from the floor. Jason's heaving a few breaths as if the anger is consuming him from the pit of his lungs. He stands toe-to-toe with Dick but doesn't say anything. He pushes past him and heads off down the hallway. Dick looks at the three teens who all look like they're torn between second-hand embarrassment and yikes.

"What was that?" Dick asks, his eyes directly at Sam.

"Got me." Sam shrugs. If Dick really can't figure out what Jason is upset about, he's actively choosing to be obvious or something because Dick isn't stupid.

Dick shakes his head and decides he'll deal with it later. "Gar, come on, need you again." Dick starts walking past them.

"I'll come to your room later." Gar gives Sam an apologetic look.

"I'm gonna check on Jason anyway." Sam rolls her eyes and everyone goes their separate ways, leaving Rachel in the living room.

Sam heads to Jason's room where his music is yet again blaring. She bangs on the door and he doesn't answer at first. Sam sucks in a breath and decides she's just going to keep banging on the door until he answers it. It's a solid minute of knocking before the door swings open, Jason's cheeks red and his eyes wide, filled of rage.

"What the fuck?!"

"Move." Sam moves past him and Jason wants to know why she does this? And why does he let her? Sam spins around. "What the fuck to you? What the fuck was that with Dick, dude?"

"Oh, this is about Dick, huh?" Jason yells, his face scrunching with anger as he shuts the door.

"You were going to fight him!" Sam says through gritted teeth. "Why?"

"He thinks he fucking knows everything!" Jason swings his arm out. "But he got fucking beat by Dr. Light, a fucking dude whose power is a streetlamp." Jason scoffs, the very thought of this guy comical to him.

"Okay." Sam lowers her voice. "So, why not let him wallow in his own mistakes then? Why do you gotta rub it in?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking his side?!" Jason's voice goes up an octave.

"NO!" Sam yells at him. "I'll always take your side! Just..." Sam pauses, letting herself take a breath. "Just, fucking talk to me, Jay." Sam caves, chewing the inside of her cheek. He's never gone after Dick before. It's like all of them said, Jason gets mad and rants and raves, trains a bit, and that's it. He doesn't go after people, but tonight he did. Sam's worried about him.

Jason shakes his head, looking to the ground and Sam has this way of calming him down. She's just as hot-headed as he is but when he's screaming, she can just stay calm. It might take a minute, but her calming down and asking him such a simple question, gets him to cool off. It's the way she calls him Jay and it's like it flips the switch. She calls him that nickname, Sam is the only one, and he knows he can talk.

"I just wanna fucking help." Jason scoffs, leaning against his door. "I feel fucking useless here and he won't let me fucking help. If I could show him what I can do..."

"Maybe he'll let you actually help." Sam finishes for him.

"Yeah, Robin is like," Jason lets out a scoff. "It's the one thing I've been fucking good at. It feels like it's being taken away from me and there's nothing I can fucking do about it." There's a break in his voice and Sam feels for him.

It's the first time he's admitted any of that. The thing about Robin is Jason has always been a hothead. He's always like attention. The world has been unfair to him his entire life. But, he puts on that suit and the hot-headedness actually comes in handy sometimes, dealing with these big bads like the Riddler and the Joker. The attention is on him because he's a hero with Batman. And he gets to level the playing field in the world that's treated him so poorly. He's so good at it, too and he knows it. But, it's all being ripped away from him. Sure, it's his own doing but, maybe if Bruce or Dick offered him an ear every now and again, they would get why Jason does things like joyrides in the Batmobile and riding a motorcycle in the manor.

"Yeah, I get that." Sam nods and moves to stand next to him, leaning against his door with him. "But, uh, for what's it worth, I would care to argue you're also a good friend. You're good at that."

Jason lets out a laugh. "Yeah, that's real fucking inspiring."

Sam shrugs, laughing with him. "It's better than nothing, right? No, but you're a good reader and you are funny. You are a good Robin. You're a better Robin than Dick ever was." Sam eyes him, the laugh falling. "And I'm not just filling your ego." Sam gives him a smirk.

"Aw, can't fill it even a little, babe?" Jason's brows knit together and he's got this half-cocked grin that makes Sam's stomach twist.

The nickname makes Sam's knees weak. "Absolutely not, shithead."

Jason lets out another laugh. "Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem. You know I'm always gonna be here for ya." Sam gives him a wink. "I don't think Dick's worth it anyway." Sam lets out a sigh.

"Back to having an issue with him?" Jason nods with understanding. He's in a constant state of flip-flopping on having an issue with him.

"Nah, I just mean I don't think he's worth it. If you're gonna fight a Titan, at least make it worth it, ya know? Like, it's Dick. He's whatever and it's like tragic in a pathetic kind of way to watch two Robins fight each other. I mean how fucking cliche. Fight Hank or some shit." Sam scoffs. "Or prove yourself in a different way, one that doesn't involve tagging along where they shove you into a corner anyway."

"I'd obliterate Hank." Jason chortles, his head is high and his chest puffed out with confidence.

"See, exactly!" Sam cheers.

Jason pauses for a second and maybe she has a point. Maybe he could find a way to show Dick in a different way. He doesn't need to rely on Dick to invite him out onto the field. He could just do it himself.

"Hey," Jason's brows furrow as he looks down to her, an idea popping into his head. "Gar still helping Dick?"

Sam's eyes narrow at him, not liking the question. "Assume so...why?"

"We could help." Jason proposes the idea and Sam just knows he doesn't want to sit in front of a computer as a way to help. Jason is a hands-on kind of hero.

"Mmm." Sam hums. "What's your angle?"

"You said prove myself in a different way." Jason gives Sam an eerily innocent smile.

"Mhm." Sam hums. "Yeah, he's probably in the comms lab trying to locate Dr. Light again." Sam tells him, trying to figure out what exactly he's getting at. Jason is anything but innocent.

Jason pushes himself from the door, gesturing for Sam to follow his lead. "So, let's help. An apology to Dick, offer my help here."

"Yeah, I don't believe your intentions are so pure if I'm being honest." Sam states, keeping her stance against his door.

Jason has a cocked grin, eyes devious. "You gonna stop me?"

Sam should but he didn't stop her. So, she rolls her eyes and pushes off of the door. "Guess not."

Jason has this triumphant smile that makes Sam's heart beat a little faster. Jason opens the door and Sam follows him. Something in her is saying Jason doesn't want to help with this. Not in this way. She worries he's going this to hunt Dr. Light down himself. But, he went with for Jerry. He never tried to talk her out of it because he knew he couldn't and Sam knows she can't talk him out of this. She needed it and Jason needs this, too. Plus, she isn't completely sure that's what his plan is.

They get to the comms lab, Gar quickly typing away as Jason leans against the table, facing Gar. His hands grip the edge as he waits for Gar to look at him. Sam stands off to the side of Gar's chair.

"Hey?" Gar questions, looking between them.

"Hey." Jason greets a little too kindly.

"You okay?" Gar asks, this time his voice has a little bit of concern. He takes a quick glance at Sam and then brings his eyes back to Jason.

"Yeah, yeah, I've been knocked down before." Jason nods his head, looking to Sam.

"Look, uh, Dick just reacted he didn't mean anything by it." Gar says, his voice soft and Sam wants to melt. He's so kind and sweet and caring. He never wants anyone to hurt anyone,  physically or mentally. He is so good.

"Yeah, he did." Jason keeps his voice level and honest. He gains this tired grin. "Look, I know what I am. I'm a dirty little favor to Bruce. And probably why they reopened this place." Jason looks around the room. "Scrap heap for rejects." Sam rolls her eyes at the comment before she goes back to eyeing him carefully.

"I'm not a reject." Gar shakes his head, his voice displeased and hurt by the remark.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean you." Jason shakes his head before looking at Sam. "Or you." He looks back to Gar.

"Look, you're not a reject, either, Jason. We're...we're Titans." Gar gets this huge smile, one of accomplishment and pride.

Sam keeps her eyes narrowed as the smile falls from Jason's face. He's manipulating Gar. It's the way he spoke with ease. The way he smiled that wreaked of bad intentions. And that's when she knows for certain. He wants to find Dr. Light so he can go after him. Jason wants to help in a different way, meaning he wants to do it all himself. That's the only reason why he walked in here the way he did, saying what he said and how he said it. If he came in here, immediately asking to help, a red flag would have been triggered for Gar. 

Jason turns to look at the large screen. "Hey, can I help you?" Jason asks, gaining the smile back as he pushes off the table.

"Uh, sure?" Gar says, leaning forward and wheeling the chair closer to the controls. "You okay?" Gar asks, looking back to Sam. "You're really quiet."

"Oh, yeah." Sam nods, glancing between and Gar and Jason. "It's nothing, it's fine." Sam is not gonna get in the middle of Jason trying to find Dr. Light and him going off to find him. Gar won't let Jason help if Sam says anything.

Gar eyes her with a bit of suspicion but decides not to press. He moves back to the computer and looks at the large screen that Jason is now standing just inches from.

"I'm just looking for heat signatures. After Dr. Light absorbed all that energy, he's gotta be radiation hot." Gar explains.

"What's that?" Jason points to a blank spot on the map.

Gar zooms in. "Emergency exits on the Bayline train station. Underground, so impossible to read."

"Train tunnels must have underground heat sensors." Jason looks behind him to Gar.

"Good idea." Gar gets this interested smile as he wheels over to the right and starts typing. "I'm just gonna piggyback on the Bayline system." Gar says and just like that, where there was once a blank spot, it's now glowing red. A large smile comes to Sam's face and this is why Dick should give him a chance. He is in fact clever. Jason lets out a single laugh, a large and proud smile on his face. "Holy shit." Gar beams as a similar laugh leaves his lips. Gar wheels back over to the center of the control panel. "You're amazing, Jason. I think we got him." Gar says, barely finishing his sentence before he pushes off the chair, immediately heading for the hallway.

"Woah, where ya going?" Jason calls after him, quickly catching up to Gar before he can leave.

"To tell Dick." Gar states as if Jason should have known.

"I got a better idea." Jason starts and Sam groans internally. This isn't good. "Look, why don't we go take a quick look to make sure." Jason offers and Sam is shocked he isn't going off on his own. She definitely expected him to try and sneak out of here. "Cause if we're wrong, we'll look like assholes."

Gar nods his head, an unamused smile on his lips. "Yeah..." He stops nodding, snapping his eyes at Jason. "No." He quickly turns back around to the hallway.

"Gar! I need this." Jason pleads and Gar stops again. "To make things right with Dick, to show him what I can do. Okay? What we can do."

Gar walks back over to Jason. "He knows what you can do." Gar's voice is sympathetic as he shakes his head. "You're Batman's guy." Gar's voice is quieter this time but still drenched in the same sincerity.

"Was." Jason corrects him. Sam raises a brow. This is the first time he's thought of Robin in the past tense. "I'm not saying we go rogue." Jason explains. "We'll just do some visual verification, lay eyes on the guy and call Dick. Look, help me out Gar." Jason pleads with him and this time, it seems Jason is being sincere rather than manipulating him. But, she knows Jason won't call Dick. "I could use a win."

Gar pauses and looks past Jason to Sam whose feet seem to be glued to the floor. "What do you think?" Gar asks. "You haven't said anything."

Sam lets out a sigh, Jason turning and his eyes boring into her. If she says Jason is right, that'll be it. The three of them will go and it could end poorly. If she says Gar is right, Jason will be mad and probably go anyway. At least, if all three of them are there, maybe something horrible won't happen. She kind of owes him anyway and she does kind of agree with Jason. But, she feels like she's not choosing on if they should go after Dr. Light or tell Dick. Instead, she feels like she's choosing between the boys with both of them looking at her and expecting her to agree with both of them.

"I dunno." Sam's voice holds reluctance. "I just..."

"Come on, Sam." Jason pleads with her now. "You wanna prove it to Dick, too, right? You just said you're tired of being cooped up here. When we went after Jerry, as soon as you said we should call him, we did. It's the same thing."

Sam lets out a sigh because she knows that. "Stop kissing my ass." Sam rolls her eyes. "I mean..." Sam looks to Gar. "We could be heroes tonight." Sam raises her brows at him and there's a drop in Gar's expression but Jason's brightens. Sam doesn't want to sit around helping like this either. She wants to do something and she does not want Jason to get himself killed tonight.

"Really?" Gar's voice is filled of disappointment. He thought she'd side with him, especially with how she was right after going after Jerry.

"I mean..." Sam pauses. "I've fucked up with Dick, too and it does suck. If we could do this for him, maybe it'll prove that we're more than just those fuck ups. You haven't done anything, of course, but you're like...the responsible one." Sam states before looking to Jason. "No offense." Sam looks back to Gar. "If we have you with us, maybe Dick will appreciate the three of us working together and being there for backup, ya know?"

Gar pauses and he's not winning this. He can tell by the looks in their eyes, they're both a bit desperate to prove something. Jason just wants to prove that he is worth something. He's worth the time and the effort and the energy. He's meant to be Robin. Sam, Gar isn't really sure what she wants to prove. But, it's the way her brows furrow and her voice quivers that he can tell it means something to her. Maybe she just wants to prove she's useful. Sam is the only one no one hasn't been in some type of fight that isn't training. They even saw Rose on the TV fighting. So, Gar caves despite his better judgment.

"Quick look, then we call Dick." Gar's voice is serious and stern, as if he's really taking the comment about being the responsible one to heart.

Jason smiles casually as he nods. "I promise."

"Let's get going then and hurry the fuck up." Sam walks past Jason.

"I'm gonna grab something real quick, I'll meet you guys outside." Jason says before walking past them, jogging down the hallway.

Gar gives Sam a look as the two of them head down the same hallway. "Siding with Jason?"

Sam lets out a sigh. "I get it, ya know?" Sam shrugs her shoulders. "Like...I dunno just wanting to be good enough." Sam's voice is quiet. "We all just want to be good enough for something, right? And I have these new powers and I'm going stir-crazy over it. I feel useless. I'm the only one who hasn't done anything. I beat up some basic ass psycho. He never even put up a fucking fight." Sam scoffs. "I owe him, ya know?"

"You don't." Gar shakes his head. "And you are good enough. Dick knows you are." Gar urges and he doesn't want her making bad decisions to prove something Dick already knows.

"It's different, Gar." Sam licks her lips. "Jason never tried to talk me out of going. He knew he couldn't do it. He knew I wouldn't listen to him. So, he came with to make sure I'd be okay and that I wouldn't kill him." Sam shakes her head. "Uh....just...I don't want to get into the nitty-gritty of it all that night but," Sam looks to the floor, watching as her shoes touch the floor. "He did a lot for me that night, like what you do." Sam nods at him and Gar gets it now.

Maybe they do flirt with each other and maybe there is something going on. He doesn't really know and a part of him would like to be left in ignorant bliss about it but ever since that night, something was different between them. Gar can't put his finger on it, but it seemed different. And now he knows why. Sam got to see a side of Jason no one else ever gets to see. Jason treats her like a person and she does him. Jason makes Sam feel like a person, an important person just like Gar does. It's just a little different.

Gar nods with understanding. "For the record," Gar lets out a sigh. "I think you're both good enough."

A blush creeps onto Sam's cheeks as her face softens. "Thank you, Gar." Sam feels the giddiness course through her veins. "You are also plenty good enough."

Gar chuckles softly. "Thanks, Sam." Gar reaches his door, opening it. "Just grabbing my jacket."

"Yeah, I'm gonna grab a different hoodie." Sam jerks her head towards her room.

The two of them part ways to grab their different clothes. Gar goes with his red and white jacket while Sam grabs a black Nike Storm-Fit jacket. It's warm and it's a zip-up. It's the only jacket or hoodie she owns currently that's even black. There are three reflective Nike swooshes on the back and small reflective writing on the one sleeve by the wrist for safety measures. But aside from that, it's jet black and in her experience, blending in is better for this kind of thing. She ties a belt around her waist, the belt lined with varying knives given to her over the last few months from Dick. And she hides it under her hoodie. She knows damn well this is going to get ugly and if Gar sees this, he'll back out and tell Dick. But, Sam isn't going to go unprepared. So, she hides it. She leaves her room with the jacket zipped all the way up, matching black and white Nike running shoes and dark blue jeans.

Once the three of them are outside, they head off to find Dr. Light. Jason, naturally showed up in his Robin suit. Neither of them are even surprised. It's completely on brand. Sam thinks Jason would sleep in it if he could.

Once they reach the tunnels, that's when things start feeling a little off. Sam has a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something just doesn't feel quite right here. A part of her thinks she's just anxious over facing a villain. Sam knows Jason isn't going to call Dick. He's going to put up a fight because that's just Jason. He's going against all odds to prove himself and this is a perfect opportunity. So, maybe she's just anxious about that. But, she tries to brush it off because she's with the two boys who would never let anything happen to her.

"I thought this was reconnaissance only." Gar states as they head down the stairs into the tunnels. "You're overdressed." Gar sounds tired and like he's done dealing with Jason's shit.

Jason laughs. "Exactly reconnaissance on a homicidal psychopath." the three of them stop walking. Jason leans against the railing on his side, facing Sam and Gar. Sam stands right in the middle of them. "Safety first."

"Yeah...that's why you wore the suit." Sam quips as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Gar looks at the two of them before shaking his head. "I'm calling Dick." He says, completely through with now the both of them as he goes to head up the stairs.

"Gar, wait." Sam calls but she keeps her footing where she is.

"Yeah, come on, man." Jason whines. "Okay, you agreed to help me out. Please?"

"It'll be fine." Sam assures Gar with the easy shrug of her shoulders.

"See, Sam's on board." Jason points at her with an open palm. "Let's go." Jason jerks his head down the stairs.

Gar is so fed up with this already. He just gestures lazily out in front of him for Jason to take the lead again. The three of them walk down the stairs together, Jason feeling fantastic about himself, Gar wants to go home, and Sam is stuck in between the two of them, literally and figuratively.

"Alright," Jason says as they reach the bottom of the stairs, the three of them coming to a stop. "Let's uh, let's split up."

"Huh?" Gar hums, his voice high-pitched as he snaps his attention to Jason.

Sam scrunches her entire face at Jason, appalled. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"What?" Jason scoffs.

"Bad idea!" Sam groan.

"Man," Gar puts a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Don't you remember any of the horror movies we've watched?" There's a bit of panic in his voice.

"One of the easiest rules to remember is to not split up, Jason." Sam explains dramatically.

"You both wanna get out here fast, right?" Jason nods his head slowly and dramatically. "The three of us will get the job done in half the time." Jason says as he starts walking off.

"One of us definitely needs to go with him." Sam lets out a sigh.

Gar's face is panicked but he manages a frown at Sam. "No way."

"Hey, I'm not going alone and you and I both know Jason functions strictly on reckless abandon. One of us has to be with him for safety measures." Sam gestures an open hand down the tunnel. "He's already left us." Honestly, Sam isn't not happy about the whole splitting up thing but Jason seemed to make that decision for the three of them.

Gar lets out a groan. "Fine, okay." He puts a hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezes softly. "I just, I got a bad feeling."

Sam nods but she chooses not to put more worry into him. She doesn't like when he worries so much. "It'll be fine. You can turn into a tiger, I can melt people, Jason is very good at kicking ass and he does have the Robin suit which has weapons. We'll be fine." Sam rests a hand on Gar's shoulder and gives him a gentle smile. The action was supposed to make him feel better but something about it doesn't.

"Okay." He nods reluctantly.

"Meet you after." Sam gives Gar a wink before turning and jogging down one of the tunnels to catch up with Jason.

Sam catches up with Jason, Jason hearing her pattering footsteps behind him. He knows it's her by the lightless of her steps.

"Can I fucking help you?" Jason quips.

"How-how did you know it was me?" Sam asks as she catches up to him, coming to a walking speed.

Jason lets out a laugh. "You're not fucking subtle." If anyone was going to follow him, it'd be Sam.

"Ha-ha." Sam mocks him. "I came to make sure..." Sam pauses as Jason looks at her, eyes narrowed and this is like when she went to beat up Jerry. Him in the Robin suit, her in street clothes, going to find a piece of shit. Maybe there's a bit of comfort in reckless abandon. "You don't kill him." Sam flashes him a smirk.

There's a prideful smile across Jason's lips as he looks forward. He got the reference. He remembers telling Sam that that night.

"Gonna be able to pull me off him, huh?"

"Well," Sam shrugs. "I was trained by the best, ya know?" Sam lifts her hoodie so he can see the knives. "I, too, came a little overdressed for the occasion."

Jason lets out a laugh, his nose scrunching. "Yeah? And how's Gar feel about that?"

"Oh, well, he doesn't know." Sam lets out a sigh, a guilty expression on her face. "He would have told Dick if he saw but I wasn't coming unprepared."

A triumphant smile pulls at Jason's lips as he boasts his chest. "Well, hey, I'm just glad you finally fucking admit I'm the best." Jason chortles.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Sam rolls her eyes. "Seriously, though," She lets out a breath. "This is honestly stupid, like you know that, right?"

The smile falls. "No, he's a stupid fucking lightbulb."

"Uh-huh, yes, but the other Titans seem afraid of him. You don't think that's the least bit weird?" Sam raises.

"Could just be that Deathstroke is out there and his daughter is at the tower." Jason snarks.

"Fair." Sam lets out a sigh, knowing that might be true. Everything Sam has heard about Dr. Light doesn't sound too terrifying in terms of bad guys. "You don't seem to mind who Rose's dad is." Sam looks to the ground for a split second, Jason catching it and a smirk comes to his face. Game time.

"Jealous?" He quips, looking at her and Sam thinks the mask makes him look a little goofy and he knows exactly what he's doing because she asked him the same thing last time.

"You fucking wish." Sam mocks him and Jason lets out this laugh that bubbles her stomach. She wishes he laughed more.

"If I did?" Jason continues and this time Sam looks at him. He's looking straight ahead with a smirk that makes her want to kiss it right off his face. Shut him right up. But, she doesn't because she does like Gar.

Sam rolls her eyes. "Alright, you fucking smartass."

"You always do that." Jason remarks, his voice drenched in confidence.

"Do what?" Sam glances to Jason.

"Deflect, backtrack. We go and back forth, and when you get stuck, you backtrack." Jason tilts his head to the right and then straights it back out with a shrug.

"Your point?" Sam raises, curious where he's going with this, but she gives him a teasing grin anyway.

Jason shrugs. "No point, just pointing it out." He is curious why she always does it. He wonders if it's because of Gar. Maybe she'd commit a bit more to the flirty banter, keep it going, if it weren't for Gar. Or maybe it's because it's him. He doesn't know but he definitely likes trying to figure her out.

"Mhm." Sam hums, not believing him. "Well? You and Rose?"

Sam doesn't even know why she's pushing for an answer but she is. They've been hanging out a little more and she's curious. Rose is cool and Sam likes Rose. She swears it's not jealousy, that's not why she's asking. She's just curious.

"Why don't you tell me why you wanna know so bad?" Jason's brows are furrowed as he looks down to Sam, his smirk turning taunting.

Sam waves a finger at him. "Why don't you tell me why you wanna know about Gar and me so bad?" Sam matches the smirk with pride. 

Jason's eyes narrow at her, a smile pulling up as he licks his bottom lip and turns forward again. He wants to know but only if it's the answer he wants. He'd rather not have to hear that she likes him and he likes her. That they're some sort of couple or she wants them to be. Sam is Jason's friend so he'd suck it up for her, of course, but he doesn't want to actively hear it. The idea of rejection makes his mouth grow sour. But, he's not going to tell her that.

"You first." Jason states and decides to throw the ball in her court.

Sam shrugs. The issue with the two boys for her is that Gar makes her feel stable and safe, secure. He makes her happy and she feels...content. She feels this weird feeling of peace with him that she can't quite explain. In a way, she feels kind of like her old self, but a more mature version of it. It's not about the games or jokes between them, it's just very soft. It is warmth like a fireplace in a brutal winter. Sam feels like nothing bad or dangerous could ever be happen with Gar because of the peace that just radiates from him. She can't even figure it out which is fun. He makes her feel comfortable, something she really misses. But, then there's Jason.

Jason makes her feel like she's on fire. Every part of her is bursting into flames around him and it doesn't even hurt, it's just exhilarating. It feels like the two of them could burn an entire city down together. And yet, she feels safe with him, too. There is not a single doubt in her mind that Jason would protect her against anything in the world. And she'd do the same for him. Jason has this sort of recklessness about him that Sam finds intriguing. She doesn't know what he's gonna do or what he's thinking, something about that is endearing. Jason makes her feel alive with the fire in her belly and that brings her this sense of comfort she has craved for years. And she doesn't have to hide anything from him, not any of the trauma because Jason has already seen it all and went through it all. He just gets her. But, then she comes back to Gar again and the idea of just being soft. The two boys have pros and cons, every person does, and she knows what she wants but she's not sure if what she wants meets what she needs. So, she shrugs.

"I mean, she's pretty and you seemed into her." Sam lets the words roll off her tongue as if it's not a bitter sting in her throat.

Jason nods once. "Yeah, she is." He chuckles softly, it's fake though. "Don't know." Jason huffs. "Don't really know her, ya know?"

"Mhm, yeah." Sam nods her head. "I get it."

"You seem into Gar. He's definitely into you." Jason lets out a breath, deciding to make something up, piggybacking off her reasoning.

"Yeah..." Sam lets out a huff, a sad smile on her lips. "He does sometimes but I don't know."

Sam's lack of mention about her feelings doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. But, he doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to know. "Oh, no, he does." Jason's eyes widen. "Everyone can fucking see it." He chortles a little more bitterly than he intended.

"Not to me." Sam scoffs. She looks to the ground and back to Jason who hasn't taken his eyes off the of her. She looks forward and that's when she sees a little bit of light from the end of the tunnel. "What's that?" She jerks her head forward, Jason shining the flashlight in that direction.

"Found him." Jason smirks, more to himself than to Sam.

"So, we're calling Dick, right?" Sam raises a brow at him as they both keep walking.

Jason just looks at her and he knows she's being facetious. "You gonna call him? Or you gonna let me fucking do this?"

Sam sighs. "I'm not gonna stop you." Sam shakes her head. "By the time I go call Dick, it'll be over. Go do your thing, I'll be here if you need help and to make sure you don't kill him." Sam flashes him a smile.

"Thanks." Jason's voice is sincere as he walks further ahead of her, ready to take out the walking, talking lightbulb.

Dr. Light is using his energy or taking energy from the tunnels, Jasona and Sam can't quite tell. But, while doing that, it sees he also sucks the energy from Jason's flashlight, it dying while Jason bangs it with his hand. This gets Dr. Light's attention.

"What? The big kids weren't available?" Dr. Light asks once he's on his feet. "They sent Junior Robin." The whole tunnel goes dark and suddenly Sam is anxious. Maybe she should have gone with Gar. "Maybe you're just a fanboy."

Jason throws his flashlight off to the side, clearly not having whatever bullshit Dr. Light is going to keep throwing at him. The back of Sam's head starts throbbing, the throbbing echoing to the front. Dr. Light starts firing light bursts, Sam and Jason dodging out of the way quickly. The throbbing in Sam's head gets louder and more aggressive. Dr. Light lets out a sinister snicker as Sam moves to Jason, grabbing his arm to try and help him up. Dr. Light towers over them until they get to their feet. Sam lets go and Jason lunges at Dr. Light, punching him in the face with a yell. Dr. Light puts up a good fight and overpowers Jason, throwing Jason right into the wall of the tunnel. He grabs Jason by the collar and throws him to the ground before moving to Sam.

Sam's hands glow at her sides, eying Dr. Light. She has no intentions of fighting him today. This isn't exactly what she signed up for but hey, if Jason and Sam get this guy, that's bonus points for her.

"Some competition." Dr. Light cackles before shooting a light burst at Sam but she's faster because of the throbbing. She was out of the way before the light burst even left Dr. Light.

"Maybe for you," Sam snarks, looking just past him where Jason is kneeling, getting to his feet. "Not for us though." Sam shoots acid at him, just missing as he dodges and he laughs but as he's turning around, Sam is already throwing a knife, the knife grazing his arm.

Dr. Light glares at her, feeling the blood trickle down his arm. He's not going easy on them now, he will not be beaten up by two little Tikes. But, Jason is back on his feet now, a look of determination and stubbornness that Sam can make out even in the dark tunnel.

"Hey, Lightbulb." Jason snarks, getting his attention. "Pick on someone your own fucking size."

Dr. Light takes the opportunity to shoot light bursts at Jason but Jason is also quicker and dodges them and blocks them with his cape. Sam officially thinks the cape is the coolest part of his suit. The light didn't do anything to Jason or his cape. It's actually really cool.

"Is it light like light beer light?" Jason quips.

"Shut the fuck up." Dr. Light yells, shooting more light bursts at Jason. Sam stands behind Dr. Light, letting Jason do his thing as promised and she has to admit, this guy is a fucking idiot. Jason and her have him cornered and he can't even focus on both of them. The older Titans are so scared of him...because?

"Fuck you!" Jason yells before he storms Dr. Light.

Jason starts punching him and Dr. Light can't get a single hit in. Sam stands back and lets him just go for it. He let her go after Jerry, so she lets him go after Dr. Light. She does, however, stand with a knife in her hand, the other hand glowing faintly as if waiting for this to go south. If Dr. Light suddenly gets this burst of energy, she wants to be prepared to step in and help Jason. But, by the look of Jason grabbing him and pining Dr. Light to the ground, Sam doesn't think he'll need it.

"This Titan's back bitch." Jason snarls before going in for more punches to Dr. Light's face.

She moves closer anyway as Jason's punches get more erratic and aggressive, getting the sense she'll have to pull him off. As she watches, she gets a glimpse of how Jason felt that night. Based on things Jason has said, she knows he views Jerry like he views any other villain, a waste of space. There is not a single part of her that thinks he was ever against her beating him up. He only pulled her off so she wouldn't be a murderer and have to live with the repercussion of that. And she gets it because while watching him is actually pretty badass and, albeit, very attractive, it is worrisome.

He's aggressive and filled of fire. It's like he could go through this for hours and not get tired. She doesn't want him to be so angry anymore. He doesn't deserve to have so much aggression in him. He's better than that, he's worth more than that. And Sam wants to stop him because there's this throbbing starting again in the back of her head. Dr. Light is on the ground, Jason has him, someone is coming. The throbbing intensifies, right at the base of her head and she knows.

Sam spins around, only to be met with Deathstroke, holding his sword out a centimeter from her face. Sam's heart stops, her breath caught in her throat while time freezes. This is so much worse than Dr. Light and it's only going to get worse. Jason is going to turn around and probably lose it. And Dr. Light starts cackling underneath Jason as Jason pauses for a breath.

Jason thinks he's just a twisted fuck for a second. Surely, this guy isn't crazy enough to think getting the shit beat out of him is funny. That's the only logical explanation except that Sam hasn't said a single word and she's not in his eyesight anymore.

"Jay?" Sam calls and her voice is so small, Jason's heart sinks.

He turns around slowly and there's Deathstroke with a sword to her face. Jason's entire heart feels like it's been ripped from his chest. It's nearly paralyzed him. He didn't prepare for this and suddenly, he's drowning in his own regret. He should have known better.

"Drop the knife." Deathstroke says calmly.

Sam sucks in a breath, eyes locked on Deathstroke. Jason watches as his eyes are filled with panic and Sam drops the knife, the metal clanking against the concrete beneath her. They are so fucked. Dr. Light gets the upper hand now, grabbing Jason by the cape and punching him. Jason lets out a yell as Dr. Light attacks him.

On instinct, Sam takes a step back, turning around to face Dr. Light. She doesn't make any further movements, knowing Deathstroke could stab her and kill her at any point. But, she's not going to face Deathstroke while Dr. Light decides he can target Jason now.

"Just stop!" Sam yells out. "What? Guys can't lay a hand on the other Titans so you target us?" Sam yells to try and distract Dr. Light but it's no use. 

Jason gets knocked out with one of the punches, Dr. Light considering it a job well done and before Sam can even process anything else, there's a harsh hit to her head, sending her unconscious as well.

Gar heard Jason scream and Sam yelling something incoherent from the tunnel he went down. His heart and stomach drop right to his feet. He immediately starts sprinting to where the two of them went. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew the second Jason brought up splitting up, it would be a bad idea. And he had a worse feeling when Sam remained silent. It's unlike her to be quiet and he thought maybe it was because she agreed with him, that they should tell Dick. She just didn't want to argue with Jason and only agreed to it because she feels she owes him. But, now, he's thinking maybe it really was just that she wanted this, too and Gar is kicking himself because he should have known. He should have known the two of them going off together would only end in a disaster and his thoughts are confirmed when he reaches the tunnel they were in.

He finds Jason's tossed flashlight, one of Sam's knives, and two streaks of blood on the pavement. Gar is about to lose his mind in a fit of panic. They've been kidnapped.