In a shady bar across town two men in suits met once again. One puffed from a cigar, as he always did. Grape. The other man who had a folder with him waved his hand to try and move some of the smoke from between them. It wasn't known if the smoker used this as a diversionary tactic or if he was just a dick like that. A waitress came by, her name-tag read 'Carrie'. She pulled a pen and a pad from her apron and asked...

"Can I get you boys something to drink? A beer, maybe a couple shots?" she said with a pep in her voice to try and sound cuter. 

"I'll take a couple shots of whiskey, top shelf. None of that cheap $#!+. You want anything chief?" the smoking gentleman asked the other more timid guy.

"I don't on the job, sir. I have the latest info on those kids you inquired about..." the smaller guy mentioned looking over his shoulder as the waitress ran off to get the other guy's shots. 

"Clearer intel on their powers and weaknesses. Several early recruits have already been taken out. Shame too, I liked the dog..." he continued sliding the man the folder with pics and basic info on all of the Titans, "The ice kid managed to put up a good fight against Mr. Freeze. The bird got her wings clipped though."

"None of the heavy hitters have done anything of note. Shame." the smoking man said as the waitress walked by, putting his two shots down with a wink from behind her glasses and walking off. 

"The boys in the lab are still tinkering with some of Langstrom's formulas. The first test subject was a bit faster than they had predicted and managed to escape during testing. I'm sure Batman will let the kids chase this one, Man Bat was never much of a problem for the Bat and intel suggests Batman is out of town on League business anyway..." the smaller guy stated still waving smoke out of his face.

[b]Later that evening...[/b]

Another day had gone by, and Grant had let Hector lead the team in making their own personal quarters a bit more personalized in the back end of the HQ. Daniel and his older brother had a single room, a little larger than the others', with bunk beds. None of the quarters had ceilings or doors, just a large glorified cubicle really on the other side of a pair of boxing rings, weights, and additional equipment. But still, peronal space was personal space. And Robert insisted on a swimsuit calendar.

"Do you really need to put that there?" Daniel asked.

"It's one of the only things I brought, so yeah. You wanna spar later? We won't always be in giant mode..." Robert suggested.

"Maybe in a bit, I'm kinda tired going to Metropolis and back to get more of our things. I can't believe Grant let you borrow his jeep..." Daniel commented. 

An alarm went off and the group suited up and met by the monitor station ready and waiting. Wildcat came on the screen with details...

"GCPD just got wind a mutant bat or bird man was seen causing a disturbance. Aid the cops in taking this thing down, keep collateral damage minimal. I'm on my way from Midway, ETA about forty five minutes. League teleporters are down, so you'll have to make it to Industrial Park on your own..." Grant said on the other end of the line.

~KL~