• Cyborg found himself being led through the DA's office building by the frizzled Diana. He towered over her by at least a foot and a half, so they looked rather comical walking side by side.

    "So, what's going to help us find this guy?" he asked.

    "Not what, so much as who."she replied enigmatically.

    "So, it's a person? Like, a detective or a cop? Another superhero maybe?" She chuckled.

    "You'll see for yourself. Just be patient." He groaned, hating all this stalling and vagueness. He was a 'straight-to-the-point' kind of guy. Obviously Diana wasn't.

    They finally came to a door labeled Captain Hughes. She reached out and tapped on the door.

    "Hughes? He's our answer?" Cyborg exclaimed disbelievingly. "We just talked to him yesterday and he was just as confused as we were!"

    "Capt. Hughes?" She cocked an eyebrow and laughed. "Oh, no, not him."

    "Then who?!" At this point, Cyborg wanted to shove his head through a wall.

    "Come in." A casual voice came from the other side of the door. Diana opened it and slowly poked her head in.

    "Cyborg from the Titans is here. You did want to speak to him, right?" Meanwhile, Cyborg was trying to peek through the small crack to see who this mystery person was.

    "Of course. What're you doing keeping him out there? Let him in!" Diana blushed and retreated from the door, allowing Cyborg's bulky frame room enough to walk in.

    He took a cursory glance around the room. He saw Capt. Hughes desk, his name placard, several photos of him with they mayor and various cops. A large window on the far wall provided bright, sunny light to flood the room. A small love seat was placed by the window. On it, lounged a figure flipping through a magazine. It was a woman, no older then Cyborg, and very small. She looked up with bright green eyes and smiled, the eyebrow piercing and labret in her lip glinting in the sunlight. She stood up off the sofa and hurried over to him, extending a golden skinned hand.

    "You must be Cyborg. I'm very happy to finally meet you." Cyborg stood, gape mouthed, before slowly shaking her hand. "I'm Lotus. I'll be helping you with your investigation." She sported a business suit that clashed with the all together rogue air about her. It was like her whole entire being was one big contradiction.

    "You're our help?!" he finally managed to say.

    "Well, yeah." She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

    "I was expecting a policeman, or maybe FBI, but you-?" Her eyes flashed.

    "I'm Capt. Hughes' daughter. I am perfectly acquainted with the legal system and criminals." Cyborg snorted.

    "Believe me, we are more then acquainted. We deal with them day to day."

    "So I assume you're perfectly acquainted with one Akimil Evengi?" she shot back, a taunting tone to her question.

    "Akimil who?"

    "Akimil Evengi. A man wanted in seven countries for mass murder, conspiracy to commit murder, rape, assault, and other things I'd really rather not mention. A man who kills mercilessly for the sheer arousal and thrill. A man who drink his victims blood. Ring any bells?"

    "You know our suspects name? How?" She smirked.

    "So you admit I'm more acclimated then you had assumed?" Cyborg scowled.

    "Do you think this is a game?" he accused.

    "No. But I think it's funny you're underestimating your only chance at finding Akimil." Cyborg hesitated, holding his reply back. "So, are you going to listen to me, or not?"

    "...I think Robin would want to be here when you tell us what you know."

    "Only, I have one condition." He raised a brow, his robotic eye sparking.

    "That would be-?”

    “I work with the Titans on and off the field. When you track him, I’ll be right by your side, helping, When you fight him, I’ll be fighting him too.”

    “No! Absolutely not!” Cyborg exclaimed, appalled by the gal of this woman. “We won’t have baggage like you dragging us down.”

    "'Baggage'?!" she yelled, outraged. "This baggage has the information your hoity-toity leader would kill for! And just so you know, I can fend for my own self. So take your damn opinion and shove it up your hard drive along with this!" She extended a rude hand gesture in his face and huffed away, standing cross armed and glaring out the window.

    Cyborg's eyes glinted with mal content as he stared heatedly at her retreating back. "Fine. I'll tell Robin about you. We'll what he has to say after this."