Three of a Kind with one Girl in Mind

A/N: I thought that a little break might be best from my last story, but I have the next chapter of it written, so hopefully I can put that one up soon. Till then, I've wanted to do this group for a love square for some time because I think their all too much alike to not fall for the same person. Oh and the title for this one was something my little sister said so I couldn't help but use it.

Disclaimer: I do now own the Teen Titans.

It was late. Late enough that the streets of a lively city had maybe a car or two passes by between the long gaps of time. In an ally across the street sat a car with two men in it. It was clear that the man were officers waiting for something to happen something that could lead to a better career for themselves, but they wouldn't get that tonight. The roofs were cold, and his knees were starting to freeze. How long had he been here observing the streets below? He had shown up just as the sun had begun to set and was here ever since, if he had to guess, that was likely six hours ago. He needed to make sure that no one would notice him though, this was a special day. He had been planning this for some time and everything needed to go perfectly. The building across the street was highly secure and those who had tried to break into it had never been able to get away. Then again what could he expect from Wayne Tech. Still, he knew they had some tools in there that would come in handy, they always had the best equipment and his suit was in dire need of upgrading.

To his left he saw a couple of guys strolling down the streets, they had with them a trolley taken from a nearby store and a case of beer. He watched as they throw the trolley into oncoming traffic, and a car swerved to avoid it. That will take care of the police he thought to himself not that they'd be able to stop me, he added. He knew his skill level, and a police officer wouldn't be able to hold a candle to him, even the Teen Titans struggled to deal with him. He wasn't cocky enough to pretend that they were easy to beat, he hadn't fought them enough to make that assumption. But they hadn't won yet.

He looked at the watch that rested under his sleeve, it was four minutes past one. He considered if he should head out now or wait a little bit longer. There was always the right timing for everything and he needed to make sure this was it. He didn't have enough xenothium to take the Titans on tonight, as it was he was going to be doing this the hard way. An explosion went off in the distances, and he knew it was time. He jumped from the building, kicking off at the last second and grappling to the other side. He'd have to thank Robin later for that attachment on the suit. He knew that Robin had a paranoid personality, but adding a grapple to a suit that can teleport was just over the top. He assumed that maybe Robin thought the suit might malfunction and wanted to be prepared, but he still couldn't help finding this funny.

He landed with his feet against the wall of the 15th story and side stepped until he had reached the window. He pulled out a small box and used it to hack the security that was on the window before cutting a large hole and stepping inside. To get to the room he needed he would need to reach the top of the building and find the elevator that was connected to the secure lock-up. However, now of night the building was locked down and the power was shut off besides that which held things closed or kept doors locked. Walking to the nearest terminal, he searched the computer for information on how the generators worked. If this building lit up suddenly, it would be easily spotted and he would likely be locked inside, which was the last thing he had wanted. He would need to turn on the elevator and nothing else.

The power was simple enough to work out and it only required him to make a short stop on the way up. He checked one last time to make sure he understood what was needed and then headed to the flight of stairs. At the stairs, he used the grapple to climb as many as he could as fast as he could, shooting it up the middle and quickly flying by many flights of stairs. As he reached the forty fourth floor, he slowed and started to walk into the main section off the building and headed down a hallway. The room that controlled the elevator system was locked with a key card, but he had already created a fake one which he held against the lock till the lights all flashed green. This was easier then I'd thought it would be he thought to himself. He turned the elevator on and headed up the stairs again to the fiftieth floor, walking this time.

He headed into the head office, but the door had changed since the last time he had come here. He suspected that they changed the door and its fittings regularly to stop anyone who might be casing the place. He sighed as he took out a group of keys that he had cut. He hoped that maybe one of them would at least fit. He went through serval keys before finding the right one, and then pushed the door open. He, for some reason, was expecting an alarm, or maybe even an army of offices ready to take him in, but there was nothing. He was really that good.

He went to the desk and typed in a key code into the keyboard and behind him the shelves of books opened to reveal a door. He went inside and the elevator started to move on its own. At the bottom of the elevator there was some of the finest pieces of machine that he had ever seen, and he planned to look though it all, but he wanted to get the thing he was after first. He walked down a row of black tanks and body armour until he reached a small locked case. He used a pen and paper to start placing codes into the lock. There was no self-destruct or alarm that would go off if he got it wrong, so he wasn't worried about the amount of times he had tried. But this took him almost three hours to break and he could already tell that he was going to have trouble leaving.

The case flipped open and he grabbed the chip that was inside. He couldn't look at anything else, he had already taken to long and he needed to leave before someone showed up. He rode the elevator back to the top, waiting for it to get past the point that stopped his suit from working. The moment he was passed this field he teleported, using what little xenothium he had left. He landed on the building he had begun on and looked as the sun started to rise again. With the chip in hand he headed for his home.

His apartment was small, and he never bothered putting much inside of it, considering he moved at least four times a year. He throws his mask off and stripped from his suit, leaving nothing but boxes on. He took the suit and headed into his study, the one place in the house that had anything inside it. He sat at the desk and carefully removed the xenothium from the suit, being as gentle as possible so he didn't trigger the substance. Then once it was all removed he placed the chip inside and closed it off. This chip was created by villain a while ago but managed to fall into Wayne cooperation who swore to use it to create an alternative power source. But the original function of the chip was a self-sustaining alternative power source to xenothium. He would never need to look for that power source again or risk his life every time he wore the clothes. Now he could do anything he wanted without fear of the consequence.

He sat back in his chair for a moment, wondering what he could do. There was plenty that he had wanted to do, but had feared it would cause too much power consumption on his suit. Now, without those boundaries he would be able to do anything he choose. But what would a thief with no limits want to do?