This is a very different and twisted take on the original plot and takes place after most of the titans are at least a little older then they appear in the cartoon (in my opinion the characters in the cartoon is around 10-20 depending on which character we are looking at) and in this story Robin - who I can spoil right now will be the head and main character of this story - will be around 16-17 give or take a few months and days.
This story takes place after Trouble in Tokyo and Things Change so this is a post-storyline story. Plus it won't only be the titans that appear in the story but also other characters that exist inside of the hero world that hasn't been mentioned in the teen titans and most likely won't ever be either - seeing as the show had to end somehow... Sad enough.
Disclaimer_ I don't own anything and I will never own anything, dot dot dot
~Prologue~
He ran, from what he didn't know. Something, that he was sure of. A part of him didn't want to know what it was just that whatever was hunting him was closing up behind him. It was reaching towards him, the cold pitch black bone grabbing his shoulder in a painful grip causing him to fall face forward. Panting he turned around to face his hunter, facing black hood covering the black hole where the face should have been. A voice rang out from the black hole, daring, almost inaudible and cold as the winter night it whispered, "Run, run, but you cannot hide!"
He flew up from the hard steel bed and accidentally rolled of it and fell down, hard, on the cold white floor. Groaning in pain he was going to use his hands to push himself up from the ground and back up in bed when he realized something, he could not move his hands! He tried to push them forward in front of him, to feel his face but all he could feel was cloth, tight cloth. The answer became much clear to him when he looked down on himself and his blue eyes widened in horror at the sight. The reason for the taken away use of his hands was a tightly wrapped straitjacket.
In perfect horror he looked around himself seeing nothing but tight white walls with paint and color drawn onto the thick walls in the shape of people, items, actions and letters and words but words he didn't understand what they meant. He could read them and pronounce them but he had no idea of why he'd written them or what they were.
He spun around the room a few times before he stopped and realized something. He didn't know who he was, his name or age, nor what he was doing there. Questions like how he'd gotten there and what he was doing there spun around in his head as he spun 'round the room as if it would explain his situation.
Suddenly a door almost invisibly hidden in the wall opened causing him to turn towards the door glaring suspiciously at whoever might walk through the door. In came a man with brown hair and old tired grey eyes who stared at him with no emotion but a fake smile plastered on as if it would fool him.
"Good morning, John," the man said as he tightened his coat around him. "Do you remember me? I am your psychologist and doctor, Mr. White and I am here to inform you that your father have come to pick you up."
John frowned and tilted his head to the side not understanding.
"Yes, you are going home," Mr. White said as he stepped aside letting another man inside. "Mr. Wilson is here to pick you up."
John's eyes widened, by surprise or comfort, he didn't know but his gut feeling told him that whoever this man was he didn't like him.
Inside came a white haired man with a deep grey eye while the right one was covered by an eye-patch. He had smirk plastered on his face, a smug smirk or grin almost. "Good morning... son."
Okay, so you may wonder what the hell is going on but don't worry John is just as confused as you so you are not alone in that.
Robin_ Why the f**k am...
Shut it, Robin, don't spoil yet.
Robin_ They already know, you spoiled it before the story started...
Shut up *large smile*
I know that the prologue is very short but the chapters on forward will be longer I promise. Now please enjoy and R&R
