Sam woke up slowly, blinking as light filtered into the room. Not his room. He was in Gar's bed, curled up close to him.

"Morning." Gar chuckled.

"No..." Sam groaned,"Back to bed."

"Too bad." Gar copied his groan.

Sam huffed and nudged Gar with his head.

"You've gotten your daily message." Gar handed him his phone.

Sam rubbed his eyes and took his phone. It had a message from Anya.

'Good morning kitty :)'

Sam chuckled and sent her one back.

'Good morning, darling <3'

"Stop being so cute." Gar nudged him.

'Tell Gar I said morning too.'

'Will do'

"Anya said good morning to you too." Sam poked him.

"Oh my god! Hi Anya." Gar waved at the phone, even though Anya couldn't see him.

"Good job, babe." Sam ruffled his hair.

"Well, let's go do what we have been for the past couple days." He got up.

"I'm sick of the routine." Sam rolled out of bed.

"Routine is all we got, sweet cheeks." Gar grabbed his jacket.

"Stop talking about my ass." Sam pointed, reaching for his hoodie.

Gar laughed and shook his head, putting his jacket on. Sam huffed and pulled his hoodie on.

"Let's go check Connor." Gar ran out.

"Yay, let's go stare at an unconscious guy." Sam mumbled before following Gar.

"Jealous?"

"Not at all."

"Of course you are." He teased.

"No!"

"I'm the best boyfriend." Gar laughed.

"I know." Sam caught up to him.

"Alright... Connor is still asleep. Vitals look good." Gar looked at the monitors.

"Beep boop." Sam yawned.

"Can't he wake up?" He groaned.

"I wish." Sam sighed.

"Hopfully he wakes soon."

"He better."

"I wonder what... A naked boy dreams about.."

"Hm... God, now I'm thinking about that." Sam sighed.

"You'd dream about a special someone~" Gar chuckled.

"What do you dream about then?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"I would dream about all the animals I can't turn into." He nodded.

"So... Like all of them?" Sam winked before walking out.

"Hey!" Gar chased after him.

"Its true~" Sam hummed.

"I can change into a tiger!" He pointed.

"Call me back when you can change into something else."

"I will." Gar crossed his arms.

Sam chuckled as he turned to face Gar but stopped, blinking,"Oh- Hi Connor."

"What?" Gar looked beside him, his eyes going wide when he saw a fully naked Connor beside him.

"Let's uh- Let's get you some clothes."

"Yeah." Gar ran out.

Sam let out a small sigh and followed Gar

"Are we... Gonna mention his-"

"We can think about once he's dressed."

"Good plan, good plan." Gar nodded.

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"Right, see? Isn't that better?" Sam asked.

"I guess so." Connor nodded slowly,"How did I get here?"

"We brought you here after you saved my brother, Jason."

"Is Eve here?"

"She was for a bit." Gar nodded,"But she left."

"What is this place?" Connor ate from a massive bowl of cereal.

"This. This is Titans Tower." Sam hopped onto the counter.

Connor just stared at them, he had no idea what that was.

"We're Titans, heroes. We help save people." Gar explained before adding,"You're a hero. I mean you're superman's son."

"And Lex Luthor's." Connor shrugged.

"Oh- Well, no one's perfect." Gar shrugged.

"How about we show you around, huh?" Sam offered.

"Oh, yeah." Connor nodded.

"We can go to my favorite place first." Sam began walking,"The training room."

"If you ever see him in here, make sure it's not for over an hour at a time." Gar pointed to Connor.

"Got it." Connor smiled,"Why?

"Because he's in here too much."

"You exaggerate." Sam rolled his eyes.

"I am not exaggerating." Gar pointed at Sam.

"Shh." Sam covered his mouth as they entered,"How about you have a go, Connor? Just hit that thing."

Connor put down his cereal, going up to the punching bag and punching it, although his hand went straight through the bag and sand began to pour out of it.

"That's- We'll just say I did that, okay?" Sam cautiously moved Connor sway from the punching bag.

"I did good, yeah?" He smiled.

"Very good, you're so strong." Sam patted his shoulder

"You're feeling his muscles." Gar mouthed.

"They're so big." Sam mouthed back.

"You're so mean." Gar sighed.

"Mhm, I know. Now, what next?"

"We can... Maybe take him outside? It would do us all good, we've been stuck in here." Gar suggested.

"Outside sounds wonderful." Sam hummed.

"Yes!" Gar jumped,"Okay, let's go."

Sam smiled and hurried to the lift, pressing the button.

~~

"God, it feels good to get air." Gar hummed.

"Don't you do this often?" Connor asked.

"Nope, we haven't been out in ages." Sam sighed.

"Why?" Connor looked at them.

"My other brother, Dick, doesn't let us out on missions like, ever." Sam shrugged.

"Missions, like helping people?"

"Yeah, helping people." Gar nodded.

"Like I could help that person over there?" Connor pointed to the cops who had a criminal.

"Uh- No, not him. Let's turn around-" Sam shook his head.

"I can help." Connor ran over with a smile.

"No- Fuck." Sam sighed as Connor sped off.

"Shit- Connor!"

"Gar, we fucked up." Sam shook his head.

Connor turned to the two boys and smiled while cop cars came speeding at him. Sam quickly shook her head, but he froze up as he spotted guns.

"Oh fuck, what do we do?" Gar questioned.

"I don't think we can stop him- Uh-"

Cops began to shoot at Connor, the bullets not doing anything to his skin. That only caused him to attack them.

"Right- We run." Sam grabbed Gar and began running.

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"I feel so bad leaving him." Gar paced.

"Me too, but what are we supposed to do? We aren't bulletproof." Sam sighed,"I'm gonna call Dick."

"Let me know if you get through."

Sam nodded and walked off, calling Dick's number,"Dick? Please... Come back. Me and Gar, we made a mistake. No- I made a mistake. Its my fault just- I need you."

His number just went to voicemail... As it had been everytime...

"Fuck you, Dick." Sam shoved his phone back in his pocket.

As he put his phone in his pocket, he got a call.

"Wh-" Sam sighed and took his phone out again.

It was Anya. Not the person he was wanting but, maybe the person he needed.

Sam picked up,"Hey."

"Hey Kitty." Anya hummed.

"Are you doing alright?" He asked.

"Uh- Yeah. I just... I got out the safe house for a little while."

"What happened?"

"Rose and Jason... They were arguing." Anya shrugged,"Don't like people arguing."

Sam sighed,"Are you alright?"

"Mhm." Anya held her head,"How about you?"

"Not really." Sam shook his head,"Connor woke up and we let him outside. Guy has the mental capacity of a three year old."

"That's good that he woke up, is he just wandering in the tower?"

"No. When I say outside, I mean outside."

"So... Where is he now? With you, right?"

"Outside, fighting cops because he's fucking bulletproof."

"Bulletproof?" Anya blinked.

"Yeah, bulletproof." Sam nodded.

"That's... New."

"I mean, his dad is Superman."

"Is he bulletproof?" She hummed.

"Probably." Sam shrugged.

"How do you feel?"

"Stressed, worried.." Sam sighed.

"Still no word from Dick?" Anya leaned against the wall.

"Not a word."

"I hope he's okay." Anya sighed.

"He better be or I'll kill him."

Anya chuckled,"Have you been sleeping?"

"It was hard at first but I have a really good pillow." Sam smiled.

"What about training?"

"Gar times me."

"Good, I don't want you overworking yourself, hun."

"I won't."

Anya hummed,"Is Gar okay?"

"He's stressed but I'll help him."

"Hey I might... I might come back to the Tower. I think it was a mistake coming with Jason and Rose." Anya sighed,"Besides, I miss you."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"I'm really sure. You can't live a week without me anyway." She chuckled.

Sam gasped,"Rude."

"How many times have you thought about me since I left?"

"That's a secret." Sam hummed.

"A lot." Anya smiled,"I'll let you know what I'll do, okay?"

"Alright, love you."

"Love you too, kitty." She hummed and hung up.

Sam hung up and sighed, leaning against the wall.

"What's wrong?" Gar walked through.

"Nothing, but Anya's thinking about coming back." Sam turned to him.

"That's good, right?"

"It is, but Dick still won't answer me and Connor is roaming the streets."

"Dick might just be... Stressed. Guilty." Gar sighed.

"But I'm his brother." Sam put his phone away,"I'm worried about him.

"I know you are." Gar put his arm around his shoulder,"Me too."

Sam leaned against Gar when all of a sudden, motion was detected at the front door of the Tower.

"Anya get here that quick?" Gar joked before they walked to the control pad,"Yeah?"

Sam squinted,"Gar, I don't see anything-"

"Oh that's a dog! Oh that's Krypto." Gar jumped.

"Such a good boy." Sam sighed.

"But where's Connor?"

"Not here... But I think I know who will take us to him."

"Come on, let's go." Gar handed him his jacket.

"Already on it." Sam nodded, pressing the lift button.

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"You hungry?" Gar asked the two boys as they walked out the lift.

"Not me, what about you, Con?" Sam turned to him.

"Yeah... Please." Connor nodded.

"Right, let's get you something." Sam opened the fridge.

"What is there?" Gar looked over his shoulder.

"The same stuff that's been in here for weeks." Sam sighed.

"Shit." Gar groaned as an alarm went off.

"Thats... Weird." Sam shook his head and walked towards the control pad,"Zone seven? Isn't that the roof?"

"Yeah? Hold on, let me-" Gar began but the windows smashed and soldiers came in.

"Fuck-" Sam didn't really know what was happening but he tried to fight back against... Whatever was happening.

Thats when he heard a growl, Gar had turned into his tiger form. Things were getting worse. They were losing. Sam could feel blood. Was he bleeding? Shit- His shoulder. Sam looked around for Gar and saw him stagger around as he fell over.

Soon, he heard a female's voice. She was talking to Connor, negotiating. Sam held his shoulder and crawled to Gar.

"Go, go hide." Gar whispered as he winced, he had been hit by a transquliser.

"What- No! I'm not leaving you." Sam shook his head.

"I'm not letting them get you too, Sam."

Sam kissed Gar's cheek before he scurried off, deciding to hide in his room. Sam waited for a little while before the whole tower felt... Silent. Were they... Gone? Sam slowly opened the door and walked out into the darkness... They were gone. But where?

"What ever should we do?" A hum was heard from behind him.

Sam clenched his fists,"Go away!"

"And leave you alone? With all of this blood?" Bruce tutted,"You need bandages, and alcohol. Not to drink, it'll ease the pain for stitching."

"Bruce, what do I do?" Sam looked over at him.

"Did you lose your hearing too?" Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Right- Yep." Sam sighed as he began to look for what he needed.

"This will hurt like a bitch, son." Bruce hummed.

"I'll survive... Hopefully." Sam muttered as he sat down on the floor, grabbing a hand towel.

"You got people to live for, a girl... A family."

"I'm gonna get them back." Sam put the cloth in his mouth as he took off his shirt.

"You're gonna get them back." Bruce crouched down next to him.

"I have to." Sam raised the needle.

"Don't go too deep."

"Wasn't gonna." Sam mumbled.

"Or pass out. I did that once."

"Y'know Bruce, I think I'll try not to." Sam sighed, looking down as he began to stitch his shoulder, wincing as the needle penetrated his skin.

Bruce watched from above,"Get the alcohol."

"R-right." Sam hissed, grabbing the open bottle.

"Pour a little, not too much."

Sam nodded and poured the alcohol, despite his shaking hands before he sat down the bottle.

"Atta boy." Bruce patted his back.

"If you aren't real, how are you able to touch me?" Sam asked as he continued, trying to keep his mind off it.

"Because you're letting me. I'm simply  here because you want me to." Bruce hummed.

"If I'm being honest, I want Dick but I guess you'll have to do." Sam kept stitching, numb to the pain as he neared the end.

"What? Dad not good enough?"

"Not my dad."

"You called me it plenty of times." Bruce got up.

"Yeah- When I was little." Sam leaned his head back.

"I liked you then, you were nicer."

"Maybe don't neglect your kids, maybe that'll keep 'em nice." Sam tied off the thread and cut it with a knife.

"Ouch, might need some ice for that burn." Bruce smirked.

Sam pulled himself to his feet,"R-Right, I'm ready."

"Come on." Bruce opened the door.

Sam pulled on his jacket and hurried out as he zipped it up.

"Sure you don't want any alcohol?"

"You told me not to drink it." Sam sighed,"Besides, I can't be tipsy if I'm looking for my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend's saving will take time. Besides, he'll need to wait. A lot is gonna happen over the next couple of days." Bruce shrugged.

"Isn't that lovely?" Sam sighed as he walked.

"So talk me through your plan, big boy."

Sam stopped,"One, never call me that again. Two, I have no ppan. My brain is still a bit fuzzy so I'm just gonna walk."

"Walk?- Are you crazy?"

"Yes.'

"You sit your ass down right- And you're going to the lift." Bruce held his head.

Sam looked around and walked to the lift. Then it went quiet... At last. Was he... Alone now? Sam didn't want to check, just in case he started seeing things. The doors to the lift closed, finally, at last-

"So where are we walking to?"

Sam sighed, "I don't know why you're asking me, I was just gonna walk until I found someone."

"And who would we find, Samuel?"

Sam shrugged, wincing. He forgot about the shoulder.

"Don't move it, try keep it as still as possible." Bruce sighed.

"I'll try."

"Maybe you should've wrapped it in a sling."

"Too late, I'm outside now."

"You're impossible." Bruce sighed.

Sam shook his head and kept walking.

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Anya got off the bus at the station and put her bag on, looking around. Right... What way to Titans Tower? She had absolutely no idea so she just walked down the pavement.

Sam was nearby, walking last. He was tired but he had to keep going.

"Maybe you should slow down." Bruce hummed.

"Why?"

"You're clearly sweating... And maybe hallucinating."

"Obviously I'm hallucinating, I keep seeing you everywhere." Sam sighed and stopped.

"Who else are you seeing right now?" Bruce pointed as Sam noticed a redhead across the street.

"Anya!"

"Or is it a hallucination?" Bruce teased and disappeared.

Anya took an earphone out her ear and looked around.

"Anya, over here!" Sam called to her.

"Sam?" Anya looked in his direction, smiling before she ran across the road, immediately hugging him.

Sam winced,"Anya, can you let go?"

Anya pulled away and looked at him,"What- Sam what the fuck did you do?" She began to check him over, seeing the blood.

"The Tower, the people who made Connor- They attacked us. They took Gar!" Sam shook his head as memories flooded back,"It was loud and I- I don't know anymore."

Anya cupped Sam's face and sighed,"Fuck, fuck. Okay- Let's... Is the Tower safe?"

"They're gone... The power doesn't work and the windows are broken but other than that.."

"Okay, Bruce has more safe houses, right? We can go there and talk."

"Yeah." Sam nodded slowly.

"Okay, cause you need cleaned up." She sighed and stroked his cheek.

Sam held onto her hand,"Let's go."

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"Sit." Anya pointed to the couch as she walked through with a first aid kit.

"Sitting." Sam sat down.

"How do you feel?" She sighed.

"Tired, I've been walking for a while." Sam held his head.

"A long while." Anya nodded as she looked at him,"I need you to take off your shirt."

Sam sighed and took off his shirt, tossing it beside him.

"What happened here?" She gently touched his shoulder.

Sam sighed and took off his shirt, tossing it beside him.

"What happened here?" She gently touched his shoulder.

Sam hissed softly,"I-I'm not sure, they hurt me.."

"Gun shot." Anya sighed,"You did good stitching though."

"Thanks, I tried my best." He leaned back against the couch.

"I can always fix it if it's needed." Anya grabbed a wipe,"This might sting."

Sam nodded and looked away, out of the window. Anya gently wiped around the stitching, there was dried blood. Sam winced, gripping his knees tightly.

"Sorry hun." Anya sighed as she put the wipe down.

"Its okay, you need to do it." Sam shook his head.

"Hopefully there's clothes here." Anya took his hands and pulled him up,"I don't want you walking around all bloody."

Sam nodded and rested against Anya.

Anya rubbed his back, kissing his head,"You need to sleep."

"I can't, we have to find the others." Sam sighed.

"We can't find them tired, kitty." She shook her head.

Sam looked away before kissing Anya's cheek,"Okay... Let's sleep."

Anya gave a small smile, taking his hand,"Come on."