(A/N): Hello, this is rocklee4ever speaking and this is my first story (duh!) I have ever published in . And I'd just like to express my gratitude to my beta-reader/close friend Danko Kaji, who without him, this chapter would've been a lot worse.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Teen Titans, nor their alter egoes (nor any characters I did not create). I just own the fanfic and an OC or two.
CH.1- Intruder Alert
Red siren lights flared on and off while the warning alarms echoed raucously within the hallways of Titans Tower, alerting the super hero residents of the breach in their security. Illuminated by the flashing lights, a young man clad in black clothing creeped along the foyer, a massive pile of rubble and torn metal of the once-invincible defense system in his wake. How he was able to accomplish such a feat, no one may ever know.
He stood amongst it all, the noisy chaos, nonchalantly awaiting the heroes to personally greet him. The robotic voice of the security system continued to blare deafeningly throughout the entire building.
"INTRUDER ALERT… INTRUDER ALERT… INTRUDER ALERT--"
'A lot has changed… I wonder how much I've missed for the past seven years. Will they even remember me?'
It wasn't the voice announcement that surprised him, nor the lasers he had dispatched earlier with relative ease; he had intentionally set off the thermal detectors that he could have easily gotten past to surprise the heroes. In all honesty, the entire layout of the suspiciously new ground floor and the peculiar sigils painted on the doors was what caught him off guard. 'Was that Raven's doing?'
Just as he was deciding whether or not to take a closer look at the runes engaved on the wall, he felt four distinct shadows surround him in a box formation. They all looked upon him with a mixture of utter annoyance and curiosity.
He took a look to his left just as the normal lighting replaced the revolving red phosphorescent lights. A young man garbed in a navy blue and black spandex suit wielded a metal bo-staff in hand, eyeing the intruder with a mean gaze of exasperation. But then again, breaking into someone's home at midnight has this kind of effect on people.
'So, Robin… or I guess its Nightwing now. Are you still the leader or not?'
He wasted no time in assessing his dire situation. The first person he saw made his eyes bulge large behind his black sun glasses. A familiar African American friend of his eyed him disdainfully; he wore a plain white, grease-stained sleeveless shirt with torn blue jeans. His whole (suspiciously) fleshy right hand withdrew into his wrist to reveal a familiar blue glow and a unique high-pitched sound. The intruder noted, with well-concealed nervousness, that this could only mean he was charging his cannon.
'The rumors were true… all flesh... but the same sonic cannon… maybe even modified. It's definitely Cyborg.'
The hilarous gawp on his face quickly vanished into a smile, though it went unregistered by the others. With hands held lazily above his head, to show he was unarmed, he slowly turned clockwise to take an eyeful of Star Fire, the red-haired exotic beauty from outer space. He immediately noticed the shoulder-length, cropped style of her hair with her neon green eyes glaring in his direction. The Tamaranian princess raised her glowing, clenched fists, about ready to strike at any moment. He suppressed the urge to chuckle.
'Nice Hello Kitty pajamas there, Star. Probably got them in Japan when you guys nearly found me there three years ago.'
He averted his eyes to the final member and felt the blood rush to his face, gazing upon her many moments longer then he had on the others. A short-statured, white-caped wizard with a random spell book in hand stood defiantly in front of him, some long strands of her purple waist-length hair splayed on the entire length of her hood.
'The hair, the book, and the cape… oh man, how much have I really missed… but…'
A severe wave of sadness washed over him as he noticed Raven's face, still as stone-cold and guarded as ever. He would have preferred to see anything else on her face, even Trigon's ugly smug look or her expressions contorted in anger, confusion, or fury. He wasn't expecting a smile but anything else would have sufficed to show that she was remotely human. Or at least to indicate in some way or form she was living a normal, happy life.
'Or as normal and happy as Raven could get, anyway…'
Inevitably, the question to the disguised Beast Boy finally came from Nightwing's mouth.
"Who are you and what business do you have here at Titans Tower?"
(A/N): Any and all questions will be addressed in the Author's Notes next chapter, and please review. Not to boast my ego, but I'd really love to know what you like about the story.
Danko Kaji- This is his close friend speaking, and he gave me absolute freedom to say whatever I want. :p If it weren't for moi, this story would've been left in the dust. Seriously. Ciao! See you next chapter!
P.S. I'm the one typing the Author Note's. If it were rocklee4ever, you wouldn't be able to make sense of anything he writes. (rocklee wants to cry, lol)
