(Here, we are, at the beginning of my anticipated (Probably not…) sequel, which was going to be called "Sue Me Once, Shame On You, Sue Me Twice, Bitch-Tits Go Die In A Hole," however I believe the rules say titles and descriptions must be suitable for all ages, whether you're writing gore, smut, or just curse a lot doesn't really matter. It was also a bit too long for a title, though the current is still long. Either way, the answer to the question (Sues love the company of a _) in the final chapter of Sue Me is: Gary Stu. I think two or three people cared enough to guess, though an alternative answer could be: Sequel. Either way, a quick thanks to all who reviewed the final chapter of Sue Me, because it's those reviews that made me really want to write this.

The ACTUAL TITANS UNIVERSE (Or real life) WILL BE DOCUMENTED WITHOUT BOLD OR ITALICS THIS TIME, while SUE UNIVERSE IS IN ITALIC.

Anyways, enjoy the prequel :) )

The Titans sat in their tower, one windy day in January, relaxing from their previous ordeal. Starfire sat on the couch next to Robin, who was occupying himself by flipping through channels on the television.

"Friend Robin, why do you refuse to teach me the meaning of this "Motherfucking Bitch-Tits Whore-Monkey" that the Red X translated for Slenderman?" Starfire asked him once more.

"Star… It's… Kind of just a string of swear words meant to insult that Sparkle chick." Robin finally answered.

"Oh. I apologize." She said. "I believe the Red X had taught me some of those words, but he never told me what they meant." Robin crushed the remote in his hand and groaned.

"Damn you to hell X." He mumbled. He knew he shouldn't have expected any less of the thief. He looked at Starfire, who gave him a questioning glance. "Don't repeat that." The Titans were usually careful not to swear around Starfire, simply because they didn't want to explain to her the meaning of most or have her start saying them at the wrong times, however, as they got a bit older, it didn't seem to matter as much. Starfire had already been attacked by the Titan's self proclaimed prostitute, Sparkle Dixie Cleopatra Sakura Flutter Teardrop Desire Serena Glittery Pixie Crimson Dream Wings Lavender Ravyynn Nightfall Aurora Sweet Light Seraph Marigold Artenia Wish Dusk Seductra Vampirina Righteous Katniss Titania Grace Bella Tiana Spirit Blue Oni Sea Turquoise Golden Kanari Gloria Azure Shimmering Olive Beautifica Neko Glitter Emerald Luminary Angelic Emo Darkness Shio Lilac Fury Fuchsia Manuke Faith Ashen Zatanna Scarlet Moonbeam Reflection Morgan Cherry Song Vivid Alexia Magenta Diamond Seraph Veronica Sophia Tenshi Shining Perfecta Jade Zelda Robbynn Shinefire Dawn Lively Honor Shadow Silverlight Beauty Lyric Shade Peace Indigo Demoness Rosy Kagayaku Hope Sekushi Rose Darcy Cerulean Ashley Kiki Zoei Annalencia Gwyneth Virtuous Tempest Pink Joy Angel Heart, who had been imprisoned only a few months ago.

Life went on in rapid succession. Starfire vaguely remembered Slade mentioning once how time had been corrupted when the inter-dimensional human girls, Fatalities and Sarah, had been sucked in. Apparently, time was warped to match the pace of that in their dimension, where the Teen Titans were cartoon and comic characters. It seemed so slow as they had been in the Titans' dimension. Now moments whirled by in a frenzied flurry, as if carried on a turbulent wind straight from a tornado.

But it was peaceful, or rather, as peaceful as life as superheroes could get. Enemies came out of hiding and resumed their onslaught, banks were robbed, and buildings fell to super human, technological, or simply human badass abilities.

And then the brat known as Fatalities decided she wasn't done torturing everyone yet.

With the dreaded Suethor's notes and future works still saved on her precious computer, Fatalities devised a plan, cackling with glee like she did so often. A key board at her finger tips, and a universe to which she was the puppeteer, she set out to create a new work, one to hopefully surpass her previous efforts at parodies which seemed to have turned out well enough. And so was born…

The Fatalities!Stu.

Yes, Fatalities was taking the Suethor's sequel and warping it into a parody as she had unknowingly done the previous time. As if she hadn't caused enough trouble. No, she had always known there was never too much chaos, much to other's dismay. There just always had to be more, and so she set out, after creating this unendingly elaborate picture, to create possibly the worst thing since Sparkle "Fuck-Everything-In-The-Dimension" Angel Heart.

If you are easily offended or think the author is too obnoxious (completely true…), calm your tits.

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On a dark night, where the midnight sky grasped color and tore it away in favor of grays, Raven floated above the rooftops, on patrol. She shivered and pulled her cloak around herself. Her hood concealed her thoughts as usual, giving away nothing. She began to hear slurred voices, angry and violent, echoing through an alley. Curious, she descended through the night, landing in the opening of the shadowed alleyway. Seven drunken men causing a commotion, not high profile, but… Someone could get hurt. She decided she would simply make sure they wouldn't cause any trouble tonight. All she would have to do would be to put the humans to sleep and return them somewhere, leaving them to only deal with a hangover and not criminal charges, which their garbled conversation seemed to hint towards.

"Azarath- oomph!" A the wind was already knocked out of her. Apparently an eighth had been waiting for someone to walk in, because that it totally how the eighth wheel in a drunken group spends his time, looking for demon girls to whack on the head. Totally probable. Raven blinked, her head aching and thoughts blurred. A shattered bottle fell out of the man's hands, each shard hitting the concrete with a clink and breaking further. She heard them speaking, but couldn't distinguish, feeling oddly powerless for some strange reason despite the fact that she stopped world domination attempts on a monthly basis. A cruel laugh bellowed out and she felt a kick to her side. She raised her hands as they were encased with her magic… and all the men fell.

But she hadn't done anything yet.

A dark figure scaled the wall of the alley, jumping on the roof before menacing wings sprouted and the figure soared away. Something landed in front of the stunned Titan. A black rose.

...

And Raven, confused as she was with why she had been bested by a beer bottle to the head, found the strength to wonder…

"What the fuck?"

(I don't even know why the fuck I decided to make a prequel, but the Gary Stu stories almost always have this scarred demeanor and a dramatic prequel, but this was my version of the Suethor's ideas.

Thank you to everyone who supported "Sue Me" and all who reviewed the last chapter. Afraid I'm short on time and can't address everyone.

Now I only have one more thing to say:

FATALITIES IS BACK!)