The View from the End of the World
A/N: Random short Drabble. This was one of those ideas that sprang into being fully formed and then ran off. Consider this a random gimme after making everyone wait so long for Bound.
Disclaimer: as always, I do not own the characters of Teen Titans.
He knew there wasn't far left to go but he still had to force himself to place one weary foot in front of the other. The world had ended, everything had changed, but still he pressed on. That was what heroes were supposed to do, right? His soul shuddered recalling all the dead, there was no clean up required, the cities had been reduced to dust and wiped cleanly off the map. The end had been brutal, efficient and far too quick. Millions of lives snuffed out like candles on some twisted birthday cake.
Still, he carried on. His friends had once chided him for his stubbornness and persistence but without it Garfield Logan would have laid down to die a long time since.
Beast Boy continued his journey. This was the last place he would try. An out of the way Justice League base that had been decommissioned for decades. The Titans had received permission to use it once as a staging point. He had only a sliver of hope that he would find anyone there but that small precious thread was all that kept him moving. He hadn't heard from any of the Titans or seen their faces since that last desperate push Raven used to teleport them away. He knew the plan was to send each Titan to a different destination since no one knew what would be destroyed next.
The protocol had been set in place years earlier. Robin, with a grim look that made him look years above his age, had called a team meeting after a trip to the Watchtower. All smaller level groups were required to have contingency plans in the event of global catastrophe. The Titans decided they would let Raven split them up. Each would be sent to a remote area of the globe. The power required would render her useless for battle but if it was bad enough for this plan to take effect the point was moot.
God, did he miss her. The sarcasm, outbursts and emotional repression aside; somehow he had come to be her closest friend and eventually more. He had broken the barriers down and seen who she was. Raven was the love of his life but he didn't even know if she had survived. He doubted it, the power required to make the teleportations alone would have rendered her helpless.
All it took to break the world had been the defeat of a madman. While the heroes of the world celebrated the remaining seconds of the world had ticked away. Joy had turned to horror. Hope had turned into fear. The cities of the world were piles of ash now dimming the sky.
It turned out that the other guys had their own contingency plans. A stockpile of Xenothium based weaponry, set to detonate in the event of failure. An unstable element in the hands of an even more unstable criminal.
Still he walked on. It was small and weak, but his hope had not yet died.
