Catch me if you can - Like Deadpool in the DC Universe.

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After several hours, Blade slowly lifted his head, staring at the masterpiece he had just created. His eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and slight madness, as if his mind was dancing on the edge of a genius only he could comprehend. He ran his hand over the surface of his invention, as if ensuring its perfection, then a sly grin tinged with arrogance spread across his face.

He stood up, spreading his arms as if preparing to give a speech to an invisible audience, then, with a sarcastic yet lively voice, he said:

"Well, humans... I did it! I have brought something great into existence! Something I will never regret! ...Or maybe I will, but hey, that's the magic of life, right?"

He chuckled lightly, then turned his head to scan the room around him. Chaos ruled the place—scattered papers, overturned tools, tangled wires that resembled an electronic minefield. But none of that mattered. The only thing that did was the achievement standing before him, glowing with its mysterious presence.

He stepped closer, tapped its surface lightly, then muttered to himself:

"The real question now... Will it change the world? Or destroy it? Honestly, I'm excited to find out."

With eyes full of anticipation, he stood still for a moment before bursting into laughter again, as if he were in a movie scene written by someone who had completely lost control of their script but decided to enjoy the ride till the end.

Blade was still laughing when he raised his wrist to examine the device. "Alright, time for a test!" he said excitedly, pressing the button without a second thought.

In an instant, his body vanished in a flash, as if space itself had swallowed him. Only a second passed before he found himself standing in the middle of a dimly lit room with simple decor, filled with equipment and weapons. He hadn't yet processed where he was when a familiar voice suddenly shouted in anger:

"What the hell are you doing in my room?! And how did you get in without my permission?!"

Blade slowly turned around to find Robin, the leader of the Titans, standing before him with a tense expression, furrowed brows, and eyes filled with deep suspicion. Blade couldn't resist a small chuckle as he raised his hands as if he had just been stopped by the police.

"Oh, Robin! I didn't know this was the address you picked, but man, you've got good taste in rooms."

Robin had no intention of joking. He moved swiftly, preparing to strike, but before he could even lift his staff—

"Oh... That wasn't part of the plan," Blade muttered.

There was no time to explain—his wrist had begun flashing strangely. "Alright, see you later, Robin. Or maybe not. Don't take it personally!"

At that moment, he pressed the button again, disappearing in another flash, leaving Robin standing there, clutching his now-broken arm, stunned and unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Blade suddenly reappeared in front of Beast Boy in a bright flash. There was no warning, no sound, no alert—just poof!—and now he was standing directly in front of his little green friend, who had been in the middle of enjoying his last slice of Margherita pizza.

"Oh, Margherita pizza? Classic choice!" Blade said cheerfully as he swiftly reached out, snatching the slice from Beast Boy's hand without hesitation. He then took a big bite as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Beast Boy froze for a moment, his mouth open, eyes wide with shock. Then, as the realization sank in, so did the rage.

"Whaaaaat?! I was saving that piece for the ultimate, legendary last bite! Do you even know how much it meant to me?!"

Blade swallowed his bite and raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were in a committed relationship with it. Were you planning on proposing?"

Beast Boy's face turned red—or maybe a darker shade of green—as he growled in anger. "You do realize I can turn into a gorilla and crush you, right?"

"Oh no, please don't!" Blade said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if terrified. "That would be... so scary! Oh, wait a minute, actually, I don't care, because—"

Without warning, he pressed the button on his wrist and vanished in a bright flash, leaving Beast Boy staring at the empty space where his pizza—his precious, beloved pizza—had once been.

Beast Boy let out a frustrated sigh before muttering under his breath, "I swear, if I see him again, I'm turning into a dragon and swallowing him whole."

In another instant, Blade reappeared inside Cyborg's workshop, where the half-metal hero was deeply focused on repairing the Titans' car. His hands were covered in grease, and his mind was locked on fine-tuning the complex engine. Everything was calm. Everything was smooth.

Until Blade opened his mouth.

"HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A sudden, ear-splitting scream, loud enough to resemble a nuclear alarm, exploded through the room.

Cyborg jolted in sheer panic, his metal body slamming against the hood of the car before his head crashed down into the engine with a loud CLANK!

"AAAGHHH! Damn you, Blade! Damn your stupid teleporting nonsense!"

Groaning, he pulled his head out, rubbing his metallic forehead while glaring daggers at Blade, who was currently laughing so hard he was about to fall over.

"Ohhh, man! If only you could've seen your face!" Blade wiped away an imaginary tear before patting Cyborg on the shoulder. "You're fine, right? I mean, your head's tougher than the car itself."

Cyborg, clearly not in the mood, growled as he grabbed a wrench and pointed it at Blade. "Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't throw you out of the tower right now!"

Blade raised his hands in surrender, then smirked. "Oh, you want a reason? Alright, the reason is..."

He pressed the button again and vanished in a flickering blue light, leaving Cyborg standing there, wrench in hand, fuming.

Letting out a deep sigh, Cyborg glanced at his car before muttering, "I'm reprogramming his gear to teleport him straight into the sun."

Meanwhile, in her room, Starfire sat on her bed, flipping through a massive book filled with information about human customs. Her large eyes darted across the pages, reading softly to herself as she tried to comprehend the strange phrases humans used.

Then, without warning—BOOF!

Blade appeared right beside her, lying comfortably on her bed as if he had been there the whole time.

"Oh, so you're trying to understand humans? Well, that's a challenge even for us."

Startled, Starfire jumped slightly but quickly calmed down, then looked at him with curiosity.

"Blade! How did you get in here? And why did you not knock?"

Blade smirked sideways, resting his head on his hand. "Because I'm like the wind—I come and go as I please!" Then, he pointed at the book in her hands. "So, which part interests you the most?"

Starfire sighed, pointing at one of the pages. "Human culture is very complicated! They have strange customs, like... romantic candlelit dinners? Why do they need candles? Can't they just eat their food in normal light?"

Blade chuckled lightly. "It's part of the magic, Star. Humans love things that make a moment feel special... like secret whispers."

Then, without warning, Blade slowly leaned in, tilting his head toward her ear, and whispered something in a voice so low it was barely audible.

In less than a second, Starfire's face turned completely red, her eyes widened, and the book she was holding almost slipped from her hands. "B-B-BLADE!! T-That's... that's inappropriate!!"

But before she could say anything else—Poof!

Blade vanished in a flash, leaving Starfire staring at the empty space where he had just been, her hand still resting on her ear, her face still burning with embarrassment.

She mumbled to herself in a soft voice, trying to process what had just happened: "Humans... are truly strange creatures..."

Blade appeared in the corner of Raven's room, surrounded by his usual glow, but he didn't dare take a single step forward. The room was eerily dark, its walls lined with mysterious books, and the air was charged with an unseen energy that made him feel as if he had stepped into an entirely different world.

At the center of the room, Raven sat on her bed, holding a violet-covered book, reading silently as if she hadn't noticed his arrival. But without lifting her head or looking at him, she calmly said:

"I know you're here, Blade."

A faint, barely visible smile played on her lips, but it was there.

Blade's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, I didn't even move! Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?"

Raven closed her book slowly, then looked at him with her glowing violet eyes. "Your energy is ridiculous—it's impossible not to feel it."

Blade chuckled, taking a single step forward and crossing his arms. "Oh, if you can sense me that easily, that means I've caught your attention, haven't I?" he said in a teasing tone, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Raven's expression didn't change. She simply stared at him coldly, tilting her head slightly. "If you're trying to flirt with me, you should know I can send you to eternal damnation in less than a second."

Blade paused for a moment, blinking slowly, before grinning confidently. "Well, at least Hell would be more fun with me in it."

Raven sighed, lifting her hand gently, her eyes glowing with dark energy for a brief moment as if seriously considering following through with her threat.

But before she could give him another chance to slip away, Blade pressed the button—Poof!—vanishing in a flash of blue light, as always.

Raven stared at the spot where he had just been, then closed her eyes with a small, almost imperceptible smile, barely whispering under her breath:

"Charming idiot..."

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In the living room, everyone stood in the center, confusion written all over their faces. Robin was frowning, Starfire had a finger on her chin, trying to think, while Cyborg and Beast Boy crossed their arms in frustration.

"He's completely disappeared..." Robin muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Suddenly, a familiar voice chimed in, dripping with its usual sarcasm:

"Well, did you guys think about checking his room? Maybe he's just sleeping there, who knows?"

Everyone froze in place, their eyes widening in shock. Beast Boy slowly turned his head, only to find Blade standing there, looking completely innocent—like he hadn't been the cause of all this chaos.

Beast Boy opened his mouth for a moment, then pointed at him. "Oh, okay, great idea! Let's go—" He suddenly stopped, his expression darkening as he shouted, "Wait a damn second! WHAT?!"

Cyborg took a step back, while Robin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "How in the world were you standing there this whole time?!"

Blade raised his hands innocently, grinning mischievously. "Me? Standing here? No way! Maybe I'm just a group hallucination."

Beast Boy exhaled sharply, gripping his head. "I swear, you make me wanna turn into a bear and—"

Before he could finish, Blade pressed the button on his wrist again, and in the blink of an eye—Poof!—he vanished in a flash, leaving everyone even more frustrated and confused than before.

Robin stared at the spot where Blade had been, then let out a heavy sigh. "I'm making him clean the entire tower."

Cyborg chuckled. "Sure—if we can catch him first."