Traipse through The City of(onetoomany)Lights.[Raven/Invite]

[Kenni]

The night was theirs.

"Yo! Good hustle, y'all! So at the junction, whatchy'all needa do fuh me is turn left, dawg. Then, you ha~ve arrived at Pont Des Arts Bridge."

...and Cyborg's.

He had taken her, arm-in-arm, on an evening stroll through the beautiful city, frazzled though he was by the local dialect and touristy though he seemed, checking his T.Comm. every few seconds to make sure the GPS was taking them down the RIGHT "Rue de Rutevertheheck" the automated Cyborg-voice had been leading them on.

Because when one thinks 'GPS' for an affiliate of the core 5 Main Titans, 'G' can only stand for the straight-up G that was in fact, Cyborg.

They'd been walking for hours, getting lost--both navigationally and in the history and atmosphere of it all--and tired.

"Hahhh, here we are! Much as I like askin' pretty French girls for directions..it's nice to finally get a break from all that walkin'."

At least, Roy Harper was.

He was so glad they were almost to their datestination for the night.

They soon made their way up Quai Voltaire, the familiar shape of the Louvre looming just to the side on the other side of the pedestrian bridge he'd read up so much on before getting on their flight to the European continent. Ever since they’d arrived by plane (Speedy hadn’t wanted to tax Rae’s powers over great distances if they didn’t have to; best to save them for fighting the criminal once they arrives), they hadn’t heard of any disturbances in the capital city that might involve that lightweight Light, and were so far enjoying day after day of sightseeing. Whatever likely silly, obnoxious little plan Light had planned for this city, Raven and him would be ready.

The East Titan’s outfit was geared for him to enjoy the summer breeze dancing across the starlit river Seine.

He'd hidden the super-suit again this evening. Roy wore a black longsleeved button-up, the sleeves rolled up, with the tufts of an orange handkerchief peeking out of the front pocket. The top three buttons were left open, exposing a curious red (of his uniform). He had a pair of white suspenders clipped to a pair of matching skater-jeans, rolled up to the tops of tall lace-up leather boots in a shade matching his shirt. Ginger tufts of hair peeked out from a jauntily slanted white, orange-banded fedora. The hat faced the opposite direction from the girl on his arm, that he’d brought to enjoy the scenery with on this 11-foot-wide pit-stop, which was a stop desired to be made by tourists to the country everywhere. He felt a beret would have been too predictable.

Bright cerulean blue eyes peeked out at her as well (when they weren't trained on the GPS) from below the short hat’s brim; he had his mask behind the hanky at his chest, in case their target wished to start a ruckus tonight of all nights, and he had to suit up.

“Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest prahde and greatest plehzehr zat ah welcome you toonaht…”

As Harper laid the most horribly indulgent French accent on thick in his smokiest voice, he set the picnic basket he’d been carrying in his free hand down, laying out a checkered white and blue picnic blanket at one end of the famous pedestrian bridge they’d alighted on. Besides the twin bottles of sparkling cider, cheese wheel and baguettes he’d set out, the basket had a fresh quiver of arrows and his bow folded up at the secret base of the wicker object, in case trouble arrived.

He was really hoping not to have to break those out, though. There was something about the locale, or the way his girlfriend’s arm fit perfectly in the crook of his, that made tonight special, and not to be wasted.

However, a fight was a definite possibility at any given moment.

Robin had sent Raven overseas specifically to thwart some mischievous scheme that the light-obsessed villain hadn’t kept guarded too well. When the tip had come in from one of the other Titans that Light was up to something in Paris, the team leader had chosen Raven as the one most adept at dealing with the silly man’s shenanigans. It was only natural that she would want the ginger along, being so far away from home-base for an indefinite time until Light showed his face... Or so Harper flattered himself.

He turned back to her, motioning to some small blue cushions he’d laid out (even though she could just levitate the both of them...but then, the authenticity of picnicking on this bridge might be lost, non?).

“…And now, ah invite you to relax, have yourself a seat, as ah proudly present -our dinnehr~!”

A triad of those pretty French girls he somuchdidn'tmind giggled as they passed the couple, amused rather than offended by the cheesy accent. Harper flashed them a winsome smile, and got a few waves and smiles back.


Roy clinked his flute of sparkling blackberry-cider with Rachel’s, and lounged on his side and elbow, swirling the flute after a sip and enjoying her company.


“Keep your eyes peeled, Princess. I’ve heard there are thieves roamin’ this walk this time o’night. You’d be doin’ the city a service, catchin’ one…” grinned Harper, as he deftly stole a kiss, from hopefully cider-primed lips.

Let Light come if he would.

The night was theirs.

[Bry]

She had to admit. When Harper went all out with something? He held nothing in reserve.

Raven's idea of spending a month in France tracking Dr. Light had consisted of just that. Tracking Dr. Light. She'd imagined holing up in a hotel room, keeping a low profile, and surfing through website after website, file after file, to find the villain before he had a chance to find trouble.

Sight-seeing hadn't even been a thought.

But Speedy rarely did things by the book, one of the opposites that attracted her, and this idea of research was among the people. Hearing gossip. Scoping Frenchgirls the scenes. Going on dates. For research, of course!

Her resistence had been relatively minor when he'd brought it up. In fact, she'd argued more when he insisted on flying International Airlines instead of her preferred method of skipping through space. But arguing with Speedy rarely proved as helpful as it did irritating, so she'd given up before they'd really gotten into it, and agreed to the plane, only grumbling a little about her powers and herself both coming out fairly fine 'untaxed' in the end.

Every day for a week they'd been out and about, keeping eyes and ears open, almost always in civilian clothing to avoid Dr. Light finding them first. Though Raven severely doubted the man's ability to find much of anything that wasn't placed directly in front of him. She'd been hesitant without her uniform and hood, but Speedy had that trait that drew her out of the dark, whatever it was, and she'd followed him into the city.

She hadn't regretted it yet.

And today, all day, he'd led her around, going on about their night, about a bridge that he'd kept rather secretive about from the moment they joined up that morning. She'd dressed for a date, but that was all she knew to do.

Speaking of which. Black pants hugged her long legs all the way down, flaring only when they hit her ankles and corset-tying along the sides in pale purple ribbon from her knees up. Poking out from the bottom of her pants were scuffed-but-feminine boots, and going up from the waist, black lace clung to her entire torso, hitting just below her collarbones and falling off her shoulders, turning into the same faded purple as the ribbon to form long, almost medieval sleeves. A single metal arrowhead hung in subtle symbolism around her neck and what dark hair wasn't hanging loose around her face was knotted into intricate little braids that twisted around until every tie was hidden, save for the last purple ribbon, fluttering on the side.

She'd considered a hoodie, but ultimately decided upon leaving it to itself in her room. It's not like she had a real secret identity to watch out for.... Hopefully Roy's alias would be left unchecked, though, unmasked as he was and close enough to an obvious Titan that their arms linked.

He didn't seem too worried about it. Arriving at their destination and breaking away from her long enough to grin, quote some Disney that still managed to make her smile, and spread out a blanket on the bridge, he was as easy-going as ever. Raven allowed herself a moment's distraction to gaze upon the bridge and the multi-coloured locks that lined it, the sparkling French horizon, the river hurrying along under their feet, before she looked back around to Speedy, who was now inviting her to take a seat beside him.

"I don't know which is more absurd," she told him, doing as he asked and settling herself on the bridge. "Calling me a beauty or calling you a beast." She watched a few French girls smiling, giggling, sending little waves Speedy's way, and turned a feux-critical eye to him. "Though I suppose they both have their merits."

Accepting her glass of cider, Raven took a sip and held it up, admiring the deep purple colour reflecting France's lights back to her. Then it was clinked and she looked back to Roy, met his smiling eyes, and admired them that much more. It was a rare event that he went without his domino mask, and while she understood it, there was still something in her chest that stirred up butterflies thinking that she was one of the few to see the blue of his eyes. They shone, even in the semi-darkness as night settled over France, and Raven stared shamelessly until he leaned forward once more and stole a soft kiss.

She closed her own eyes, savouring the moment, and laughed almost imperceptibly at his words. "Assuming he hasn't stolen me first? The city may have to wait...."

Everything was perfect.

It was hard, in the moment, to remember why she was even in Europe in the first place. This break from being a heroine twenty-four/seven was foreign and much appreciated, especially with the company she herself had stolen along. They were here to catch Dr. Light, right? Catch Light in the City of Lights.

And yet, the only light Raven was paying attention to at the moment was the one that lit her up when Speedy smiled at her quite like that.

The rest could wait.

[Kenni]

"This stuff tastes a lot better on you, than chilled."
Harper grinned, quite pleased with the cider-primed kiss decision. The undercover-in-plain-sight East Titan laid his ear on the palm of his folded arm, replacing the cider-flute in his free fingers with Raven's necklace charm, the cool metal as nice in the pleasant evening warmth, if not more, than the playful breeze.

"You may have somat there. Looks like he's done a fine job of captivating--rather, taking you captive, since long before.."

His fingers traveled up the side of her neck, behind her jawbone, and journeyed across such that his thumb could briefly brush her lower lip. Once he had gently explored her face, fingernails brushed a lazy trail down her cheek, and off her exposed shoulder in a backhand sweep, finally falling to rest on their checkered outdoor carpet.

Getting to just kick back like this with Rachel, with the varied lights playing up all her features and setting his heart afloat, was heaven, and well worth the walk.

"..and he is duly fascinated with the treasure he has picked up, I assure you."

Almost as soon as it had begin, he had broken the moment with the breaking of bread, without even offering his captive yet oh-so-captivating date a serving. It was time to think about himself for a second now, and for the moment his self needed sustenance.

Getting lost in an unfamiliar city was still famishing work!

"Can't shay juh shame frr Dr. Nright-Light, whrrvrr he'sh hidin'." scoffed the lounging Titan around a mouthful of food, munching on a chunk of baguette laden with fresh cheese.

[Bry]

Little shivers raced their way up and down Raven's arms at his touch, adding to the flush that crept up her neck, and she went completely still. His fingers, trailing across her cheek, brushing over her shoulder, weren't new or unknown. But somehow, they had yet to not cause the little trills that skipped her heartbeat.

Perhaps one day his touch would become common place, would be less thrilling. But Raven wasn't holding her breath.

Well. She was now, but in the literal sense.

But then his hand left her skin, mercifully allowing her heart to settle out again and a small smile relaxed her features and brought her breath back. She watched Speedy all but dive headfirst into the baguettes, observed him for a moment, considering the amount of crumbs that now covered the checkers on the blanket, and then she took a small slice herself, with a bit of cheese spread on top.

"Duly fascinated," she repeated, areed, a little absent-mindedly, nibbling a bite of the bread and peering around once more at the great city that surrounded them, the lights becoming fairies on the river's surface in the dark and the Little Birds retiring happily to their loved ones for the night. She looked back to Speedy, who'd been mumbling with his mouth full while she aptly ignored it.

"Speaking of Light." She hated to kill the atmosphere, but part of her wondered if this perfection actually could be defeated by a little talk of their mission. "Do we have any leads yet?"

[Kenni]

"Hmmn...joo we? Reshee f'we can't jussht gummup with one." he answered through scarfy snacking, the breadcrumbs causing his shirt to go from a sleek to a salt-and-pepper pattern (a quite stylish shirt-design, actually, from a distance, and if you weren't say, a hungry Little Bird retiring to its loved ones with a mind to bring back any midnight snacks for the night).

Roy sat up and brushed (most of) himself off, then stretched over Raven's lap, seeking out the T.Comm. he'd used to guide them here. It was sitting at the ready near her hip on the blanket, should the rest of the team back home need to contact them.

Upon flipping over, now using her lap as his pillow, he reached up to give them both a clear view of the Communicator's map. Harper referred to several points highlighted by the floating map...or rather, their darkened neighbours, resultant, it would appear, from Light's latest exploits.

Just because they were talking work now didn't mean he couldn't still play around.

"See here, here, and here? These three establishments've had their breakers tested for the past two weeks, and tests run back through their connections at the power plant, to no avail. And that's only this week!"
Here he paused, flipping through witness statements and charts, as well as monitor records for their transactions of power from the plant.

Roy frowned as he recounted the reports. It all seemed patterned, but stealthy. Was Light working with someone, or had the bumbling fool finally come up with cover-up skills?
He glanced up at Rae, making sure she was following along, briefly asking if he should go back to previous slides in case she wanted to see some info again as they perused their evidence.


"Seems the pattern for the last month's been, after business has concluded for the night--though some reported a middle-of-the-day outage--the building's power goes completely nil. For all intents'n purposes they're not bein' billed for their contract with the plant, right? But obviously without power, they can't run any biz, which is leavin' the more small-scale, Mom'n Pop shoppes of'em unable ta afford the power anyway."

He sighed, covering his mouth with his outer hand, the inner arm holding up the maps for them, then scrolled over to the security footage all the hit shoppes and businesses had shared with the Titans for investigative purposes.

"I can't think of anyone else with the ability to extract that much power, but...it's worrisome we haven't picked him up on any of the surveillance feed yet. If this IS the Bad Docter, he's working remotely, found a smarter partner, or become REALLY great at disuises."

His smile returned, if half-way, at a new thought. He used his pinky--not supporting the Comm. at the moment with his other four fingers--to poke her nose.

"Heard you've had plenny a fruitful staredown with the lame-o, though...think you could pick him out with that mystic power o'yours? Or at least that mystic patience; I've been through this feed three times since we landed, whew."

[Bry]

Raven smirked at the pinky that tapped her nose, like it would even take notice, and then looked down at its owner. "I can't read minds," she said quietly, with a sneaky little smile that left an 'Or can I...?' feel at the end. "You know that."

She looked back to the feeds Speedy's T-Comm provided, and her smirk turned slowly into a frown. She'd been following along just fine, noting as many details as she could with each report, video, and statement, and coming up empty where ideas were concerned.

"But if he's there, I'll find him."

Raven wasn't exactly one to hold a grudge. Her anger was fierce, but it always had a distinct ending point, because energy wasted on a lost problem, or a past one, was pointless and unnecessary. Stress was something she only preferred to embrace on occasional terms, and grudges didn't help.

But Light left a resounding irritation with her. He was an ever-present thorn in her side. Perhaps his very name was what she subconsciously rejected, being of the darkness herself, or his childish attitude.... Though the archer in her lap, and the fact that she allowed him there, would speak volumes to negate that. Maybe it was incompetence.

It hardly mattered, though, why Raven disliked him. Light needed to go down.

"I think," she said after a few seconds of contemplating the facts before them. "That we may be asking the wrong question. We have plenty of evidence for what he's doing." She looked away from the feeds and down into Harper's blue eyes. "But why is he doing it...?" Then she gazed around the city once more and asked no one in particular, "And why Paris...? What's here that's nowhere else can offer...?"

[Kenni]

Could she...?
He'd never be sure.

"You alluss keep me guessing~"

The East Titan tried to re-evaluate all the information they'd gathered so far, but kept coming up empty. He swirled his cider flute around lazily, as Raven took the T.Comm. from him and that had freed his other hand.

"He's always been just that, right? A power-mongrel."
Was that how that phrase went? Freudian slip, perhaps. Malapropism, definitely.
The boy noticed but didn't correct himself.

"Maybe to make a statement? This is The City of Lights, right? He could want to make it known that he's..taking over? 'This is MY city, now' kinna deal."

The boy polished off Raven's bread, before cutting them both another slice. Roy tried to take their task seriously, but was getting severely sidetracked all along the way.

"Maybe he's looking for Empire. Wants his own French Revolution. ...gnn’ee evnn shpeak dj’langwhish?" The ginger’s last musings were lost in the introduction of more food to his mouth.

[Bry]

Speedy's words registered with Raven, but still she gazed around the landscape, like if she looked hard enough she'd find a sign that blatantly informed her of Light's plan. That'd be nice, but it wasn't so; all she saw was the beauty of France with not a sign of Light's power-theft. She frowned at the seemingly delightful sight.

"Why now then? Is he more powerful? Is something about to happen?"

What were they missing?

It was credited to her absent-minded musing that Speedy was able to snatch the bread from her hand and finish it off. It didn't do much for his table manners or her hunger, but it brought her back out of her thoughts and to the present.

Thus far, Light hadn't hurt anyone. Past evidence all but promised he wouldn't in the future either, and Raven was quite certain that once he showed his ugly face, she'd catch him in seconds. If he didn't cower at her feet and surrender first. Which was likely.

So then, what was the harm in living in the now? As Speedy appeared to be doing.

Reaching out and snatching one of the newly sliced pieces of bread from her boyfriend, as he had done to her, Raven looked back down at his upside-down face and attempted small talk.

Cause she was such a talent at chatting anyway, even before she had a beautiful archer scarfing down baguettes like a puppy dog looking back at her.

"What made you choose this bridge?"

It was a random question, but one she'd been curious of since their arrival. What better time to ask?

[Kenni]

"MORE powerful?!"

Speedy almost choked on the grains going down his throat.

Apparently, he didn't hold much stock to that idea.

Regaining his composure, having been pounding his chest in glee at the prospect of Light becoming some overnight mastermind, he realized part of the laughter was more in the strain of nervous reasons.

If the villain had smartened up even a smidge, that could pose an expensive bill for this city, and from here, for the world, should his exploits continue on.

None of this pondering was afforded Raven's ears unless she could really read minds; all she (and the rest of the inhabitants on the bridge of which she'd asked after) was privvy to was the idiotic semi-dying of her plus-one.

Where was his beauty now?

"I thought you'd never ask."

He managed to make it sound choked and raspy suave and mysterious, even as he glugged the fresh cider straight from the first bottle to clear his throat again.

"You've really never heard the legend, eh? Gee, I thought you knew errmat."

Roy took Rae's hand, and led her with a bit of dancing to the chain-link fence overlooking the Seine, not really caring who saw.

"Listen up, then; class is in session, ma'amselle."

The ginger produced a violet padlock with an orange clasp, and a silver Sharpie from his back pocket, then butchered a few French words.

"They say..that if two lovers write their names on one'a these cadenas d’amour..lock it to this fence, and then toss the key into the river?"

That was where his beauty was, now.

"Their love will be eternal."

In her being-there.

"Rachel...this was the only bridge I could've picked."

[Bry]

She looked down at the heart-shaped padlock for a moment, listening to his story and welcoming back the little chills she'd only recently gotten rid of. His voice was the trigger, she decided. That, or his closeness, his hand around hers when he danced his way to the side of the bridge, her fingers brushing his as she took the padlock from him.

Or maybe it was just Speedy in general, that spurred her emotions. Such sweet danger.

She looked up at him, met his eyes when he spoke the word eternal, and studied what she saw there. Her fingers still played about the lock, opening and closing the latch out of what would appear to be nerves (Even though Raven never lost hers), and she looked down when he finished his hushed speech.

Bashfully? Maybe. Raven was blushing again.

And she was lost for words. Completely.

What could she even say to that? He was offering her a promise, had literally handed it to her, left it up to her own decision. The lock was the key, ironically enough. Seconds passed, mere seconds, before Raven reached also for the silver Sharpie and signed her name in permanent agreement to the padlock. She offered the pen back to him, holding out the lock, and then looked back up. Raven waited patiently for him too to sign the padlock before she knelt and locked it into place on the bridge, a midst so many others, and then rose with the key offered up to him on her open palm.

She'd locked their love, it was only fair that he be the one to seal the deal and throw away the key.

He'd better hurry though.

In exactly two and a half minutes, Paris was set to lose its power. Their world would be plunged into darkness, the lights would fade, the city would dim, people would scream, civilians would run, and Raven and Speedy would be left, alone but together to figure out the rest....

[Elenaphant]

Paris. The City of Lights. It called to him. That, and it was far away from those pesky meddling teenagers parading in Jump City. Soon, a darkness would fall over the city and its people like a plague, and there was one Doctor in town who had the cure.

He stood on the tip of the Eiffel tower, his black cape billowing like the silhouette of the French flag. The time had come. Built into new suit was a brand new, never before seen device that would take his conquest to new heights. From his belt, across his body translucent vein-like wires ran the length, practically unseen against the pitch black. They came to a circle on the palms of his hand and spread along his fingers like webs.

With the snap of his fingers, a chain reaction started.

It had cost him a fortune and years of research into production, and with barely contained glee he watched the result of his best kept secret. An unseen ripple spread across the city, and for every light that it passed was snuffed. Meanwhile, liquid halos filled into those now-visible veins as more and more darkness engulfed Paris.

The confusion, the terror, as total darkness eclipsed was music to his ears. They were unprepared for the blinding effect. They could not so much see their hand before their face. The once romantic night a black canvas offering no support. Only Doctor Light could be seen, in his glowing glory like a star atop a dark tower. His laugh of maniacal delight almost heard above the screams.

ooc: Tell me if there's anything I need to change ^-^

[Kenni]

OoC; A iiif . xD It's perfect! Thanksmuch for joining! |

Could there ever be a more perfect moment..?

"Could there ever be a more perfect moment..?"
So convinced was he that he said it outloud.

...if only to quell the sinking feeling in his gut that people generally got when something unsavoury was about to surprise them.

As the lights went out, he was stunned, and the girl in his arms, more than an anchor, became a landmark, a lighthouse, to be ironic.

"Do I--I talk too much, don't I." Speedy sighed lamely, trying to calm some of their surrounding panicking public neighbours down, then under convenient cover of darker-than-night conditions, had his costume back firmly in place, swigging the last of their current ciderbottle for the road, before calling out into the night, unsure if the wind would carry his message above the screams in several languages and pitterpatter of frightened feet around or not.

He found Raven's hand again, his heart sinking as he pretended not to notice a sad little splash hit the Seine, then pointed at the lit Eiffel Tower where their nemesis of the day stood tall, illuminating only the area around him for now while those closer to the landmark tried to regain capable sight.

"I'VE GODDA HAND IT TO YOU, LIGHT. OR I WILL, SOON'S I CAN SEE MINE IN FRONNA MY FACE AGAIN. YOU MAY THINK YOU'RE BRIGHT, BUT WE'RE ABOUDDA PULL THE PLUG ON YOU, PERMANENTLY."

Onlookers recognized the Titans in different lights! as their eyes adjusted, or their ears did so to the screaming. There were some whoops, and more than a few 'bonne chance, heroes!' thrown their direction.

As Speedy made his way through the shocked crowd with Raven in tow (until she took over their transportational efficacy once again before Light went and escaped), he made his cheerers roll their eyes a bit at his closing commentary, even moreso than the cheesy battlebanter had made them.


"DO YOU HAVE *ANY* IDEA HOW MUCH GOOD CIDER COSTS IN PARIS?! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS 'CAUSE I SURE CAN'T.

[Bry]

The lights went out.

Raven tried hard not to connect the metaphors here, tried to ignore them and pretend they didn't exist. She believed, not necessarily that everything happened for a reason, but that there was meaning in everything that happened, and even if she disagreed with the apparent meaning, the implications could be fought. They'd come to Paris to fight Dr. Light, she knew, and if finding him interrupted one of the most profound moments she'd ever had with the archer? Then that was that. They'd had a moment or two, and now their ultimate goal in coming to Europe was in sight.

Their goal was the only thing in sight, actually.

Everything else was plunged into a darkness so tangible that Raven almost thought to catch it in her unseen fingers. She didn't though and instead looked up to the tower for a split second, recognizing what was about to happen, and then dove back towards the abandoned and halfway trampled picnic blanket. She'd left the little bag she'd been carrying here, next to the bread and the shattered cider bottle, and now she found it again, through sheer luck, and pulled her cloak from it. The one piece of her uniform that ensured she went from Rachel back to Raven was now secured around her shoulders, was now shielding her face once more, though she had absolutely no need to hide in this darkness. No one could see the disappointed look in her eyes anyway.

She never even heard the subtle splash in the Seine.

Remarkably, Speedy's hand found Raven's once more, and then he was rushing through the crowd, pulling her towards the same tower that other onlookers were hurrying for and from. It was an interesting choice the lot of them were making. Run from the villain but into the dark? Or run towards the villain, if only to see?

Raven really needed to stop over thinking the situation.

Simplifying it down a bit in a more black&white way of thinking, she focused on the only things that really mattered here. She was a hero, she had a team (or a member) beside her. The villain was in sight and his plan was becoming clear. There was really only one piece left.

Taking him down.

Which required them to go up.

Gripping Speedy's hand just a little tighter and locking her other around his free wrist as well, Raven rose into the air, gaining speed as they gained altitude and trusting Speedy to behave as they flew. Her heart lightened a little bit as they pushed away from the ground, especially hearing the archer's cheesier than thou battle cries, the kind that almost always preceded a victory. And then they were becoming level with the villain and Raven diverted her powers from levitation to providing an inky black platform for the both of them to stand on. Truthfully, she was aiming to free up the archer's arms, his main weapon, instead of incapacitating both of his wrists by holding him aloft.

With a nearly-four-scarlet-eyed glare at the brazen little man in front of them, Raven added her own words to the corny battle atmosphere.

"Dr. Light? It's time to put you out!"

[Elenaphant]

Doctor Light was absolutely beside himself in pleasure at the results, grinning widely down at the masses. He could see just fine, as his special goggles not only protected his eyes from the light, but harnessed it as the rest of his suit did--providing enhanced vision. He saw the Titans coming, and to his added pleasure Raven was among the duo. It figured that if anyone was sent to take him down it would be her, wouldn't it? All the better. The Doctor was eager to have his revenge after the horror she put him through. To this day, he still had nightmares about the time he spent beneath the that horrible cape.

"Raven, how delightful to see you," he drawled with a smug smirk upon his face. "I see you brought a friend--did I ruin the atmosphere for you? Paris is quite overrated, you know..."

Then, he laughed. "Although, it can be quite memoriable. Quite a bang-up. Though, no one would be around to remember it... This new suit of mine is remarkable--simply remarkable. I'm eager to show you what it can do, but it is also quite unstable. Should it be improperly dismantled, the disruption would cause a chain reaction that would take this city off the map... permanently,"

Only a villain could say something like that and have his expression light up with unbridled glee. "It'll be quite illuminating, how you intend to take me down when I'm already unstoppable."

The banter was quite over as far as he was concerned. It was time to demonstrate his capabilities. He held out his palm toward them, and a beam shot out at them at the speed of light. It was a hot, concussive force, not unlike a starbolt in fact, though less devastating but far more bright.

[Kenni]

"He's gotten funnier ..!"
Speedy...actually did end up having to hand it to the guy.
He loved puns, regardless of the ridiculousness or personal tragedy of the situation.
A round of applause from the newly freed archer.

While clapping, and curbing his incorrigible grin occurred simultaeously however, one more action was active: observation.
Of their vantage point relative to their target, of the man's now-illuminated suit upgrade.

Speedy wasn't a tech wizard apart from his own equipment, by any stretch of imagination, so the snaking wiring covering said suit didn't set off many alarms until the little man revealed the terrible explosive consequences attacking him head-on held for the fleeing population.
"And I had a PunchingGlove Arrow with his name and number, too..you think I could chance it?His face looks unplugged."

The ginger joker offered his foiledbeforeimpact strategic opinions to his partner, naturally loud enough so that Light fould take them in, but knew he shouldn't be joking about people's lives. It was frustrating that Light seemed to have gotten smarter along with punnier.
Then again, maybe he'd been hiding his potential all along?

At any rate, unless they could find a way to incapacitate his person long enough for the other Titan to put their rudimentary diffusion training to the test, it wouldn't be safe to start slapping him around.

Raven's powers sounded like the swiftest painless..est, way to accomplish that.

"So Doctor, will you come quietly, or do we haveta sendjyou TO the Doctor first?"

He casually strung what may be thought to be one of said PunchingGloves, testing the tautness of his cord. He struck up conversation with the villain, not approaching but staying put on the levitating disc Rae had them on, knowing that he could trust her mastery of her abilities to split them into two platforms should an attack come their way.
Maybe they could get the prideful wannabe-supervillain (with a high chance of becoming so should the two unfortunately fail this city....) talking? The more Intel they could gathering the suit, or its powercore (which Speedy assumed was somewhere integrated into his suit ), the better chance they had of shutting him down and restoring order to the night.

Before he could follow up with a less polarizing conversation-starter, a hot and angry shooting star was aimed at the two of them. The archer threw the crook of his elbow over the empath's waist and drew her to himself, throwing them both to the floor they called power-platform in the progress to avoid fiery instant death.

"Awright, you've raised us the mortuary. I plead prison; let's strike a deal."
It was quick; he could feel what was left of his singed, left armsock slide off into the murky depths of continued screaming and confusion below, as his arm had been the last thing to level with them.

Obviously, a Net Arrow or two wasn't gonna cut it if they were gonna contain this guy.