Chapter Nine: Unexpected Guests

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"Flash," Nightwing presses further. "We need answers. Especially for how you are able to exist right now."

"That is something I would like to know as well," a strong, authoritative voice declares as a figure sets out of the darkness of the no longer illunminated a part of the room.

The figure wears a dark blue business suit, with a small green 'G' pinned to his collar.

The mystery man is flanked by three men in battle fatigues, carrying heavy semi-automatic rifles. A forth man trails behind him carrying a stack of folders in one hand and a brief case in the other; he has glasses.

"Hello, Wallace," the man says mockingly. "Remember me? Because I certainly remember you."

The Titans tense up--getting ready to take down their new 'guest' and his heavily armed guards.

But before they can attack, Tigris walks back into the room. And, she declares that she knows this man.

"Mr. Graves?" Tigris says, both slightly surprised and confused.

"Do I know you?" the man in the business suit replies as he looks toward the orange clad heroine.

He eyes her up suspiciously. Her appearance matches that of a file on a villian that is supposed to be dead.

His men quickly recognize her as a threat and move to intercept her. But Mr. Graves holds up his left hand and they stop--their rifles still trained on Tigris.

"Ahh, yes," Mr. Graves surmises. "Tigress. Female supervillian wanted on more than 68 charges of murder and political assassination, in this country alone. Expert martial artist and can weld any weapon with ease. This developement is surprising. I wasn't expecting to run into you here, or ever again."

"And why's that?" Tigris presses angrily, for how dare he slander her name.

"Tigris...don't..." Nightwing says in a failed attempt to keep the situation spiraling out of control.

"Well..." Mr. Graves taunts. "For one, you're supposed to be dead. And two, I heard that you had reformed. It appears not."

Taking in this new information, Tigris slowly walks over to the couch--the rifles still trained on her--and sits down. She buries her head in her hands. When she looks back up, she locks eyes with Nightwing--giving him a broken and angry look.

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