Holding cells, Titans Tower.

[jla_extras]

This is hardly what Tara wanted. Expected, yes. Wanted, no. She still felt like she's been hit by a truck. Cyborg packed a wallop with that stunner.

She's on her way to the cells, probably. She hears the wheels of a stretcher and the feel of an inhibitor collar as she's pushed down a corridor...

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[jla_extras]

It's at the end of a hall, at the end of an L-shaped corridor. Tara's abilities might be curbed by the collar, but Slade was always about the back-up plan and so was Dick.

As soon as he undoes the top strap, she strikes like a snake, jamming the dart in his shoulder. The neurotoxin goes right to his head, making his muscles feel twice as heavy.

Before he can react further, she undoes the bottom buckle and tries to get up.

[gar_logan]

He can't form words properly, stunned, grabbing at his shoulder, pulling out the dart, eyes locked on hers.

A look of suprised hurt crosses his face, especially in his eyes, and the sound of his unbelieving mind garbling words cross his lips.

Tara?! But...why?

He stumbles, falling to a knee, supporting himself with the stretcher, trying desperately to hold on to it, hand leaving his shoulder, his arms wrapping around the surface, hands clinging to bedsheet and side as his head leans to the side on the surface as his legs wobble unsteadily.

[jla_extras]

She's taken aback for a moment. The usual snarks and insults don't come. She starts to run, but stops, and turns back, prying the collar off.

"Can't be anything but me, Logan." Why is it hard to speak? "Another time, 'nother life, maybe we coulda been something," she admits.

Than she takes off down the corridor, headed for the lab and the closest exit.

[gar_logan]

He can feel something jabbed into his gut, through his spleen and liver, up to his ribs, like his torso was just made hollow.

For a second with the disorientation he wonders if she's finishing him off somehow.

Then it occurs to him.

It's no physical weapon, nor injury. His heart was just torn in two, the remnants crushed under her heel.

He's so numb right now, he can't even feel the tears running down his cheeks as he activates the alarm on his communicator.

[starfire_kory]

"Beast Boy, this is Starfire--what's wrong?"

[gar_logan]

It takes a second or two to register the response.

Even without the toxin affecting his ability to speak, Gar would make as much incoherent sense. His mind is equally as scrambled as his body right now.

[starfire_kory]

"Beast Boy, this is Starfire. Come in!"

[gar_logan]

He tries to focus, and contacts her back, forcing the slurred and stuttered words out.

"S-S'fire...shells...Ta-Tara gone...!"

He still doesn't want to believe it. The words ache to understand and comprehend.

[starfire_kory]

"What?" Her voice is strangely doubled, and soon the explanation is at hand, as she flies into view. "What happened? Was she taken?"

[gar_logan]

He shakes his head, looking up at her with bleary eyes.

"She...shtabbed me. Sh-she..."

The dart isn't embedded in Gar's shoulder anymore, but the wound is visible, the dart itself on the bed, dropped there when he clutched the sheets for balance, still supporting himself on it now.

[starfire_kory]

"What?!?" She gathers him up and flies him down to the infirmary, where she begins dressing his wound. "How could she do this to you?"

[gar_logan]

He's completely silent.

He has abolutely no idea why nor how, but the love of his life just stabbed him and left him for absolutely no reason, with absolutely no sign of regret, remorse or guilt.

He covers his face with both hands, and begins to break down crying.

[starfire_kory]

As soon as she's finished dressing the wound, Kory holds him, rocking him as if he were her son Luum.