Disclaimer: Simply put – No.
A/N: Kudos to Alexnandru Van Gordon for putting the color definitions/whatever in his story, therefore I didn't have to look it up. Cheers.
Colors
He gazed at his uniform, the symbol of his work. The bold colors - red, green, yellow: determination, serenity, happiness.
The red was his will to strive, to keep going onwards and reach his goal without fail, his lion's strength. To stay in a fight even after you think you may have lost, because it's the principle that there's someone willing to fight even after something is declared a lost cause – simply because it's right. To become stronger, better, faster, in hopes to help others, to help her. That's what his determination meant.
The serenity the peace he wished to instil in the world, his goal, to make life happier for the people who needed his help, to change the world for the better. Helping make life better – bringing the peace to the places where people were afraid to walk out the door – it was that bad. Changing that, and allowing people confidence and serenity.
The happiness, a color whose meaning forever changes. In the past it was to fight alongside the man who he'd called Mentor, to be strong enough to help others and still smile after all of it. For now, it was the feeling he had with them, his team - his friends. The feeling of being able to walk on air, the feeling you had after you laughed so hard with them you felt as if your heart was going to burst with happiness. The way he felt when he looked into her eyes, too, that caused all the weight in his body to lift and for him to smile and not want to stop, even after the muscles in his face hurt from grinning.
He remembered too, when he had not worn those colors to guard his skin, when he had worn ones not his own, the colors of a man he hated. He remembered how they had seemed so dark, so cold and metallic. There was nothing about them that seemed to feel, nothing that could give off any human emotion whatsoever. The man who had worn them though, he had fit them perfectly, cold, cruel and emotionless, with patience to rival the most capable of saints. Yet he was not one, he was one bent on achieving his own goal and none else, annihilating all that stood in his way. Despite this, he and that man were so alike - that was what had made him noticed in the first place – not his colors of truth, justice and all else that he stood for. It was his personality, the darker sides, the ones that he had thought gifts, until they had been turned against him into reasons for an apprenticeship he did not will for.
He was past that now though, saved by the very thing that allowed him to brandish that bright, happy and glorious yellow so proudly. They had further strengthened him, continued to be there for him despite all obstacles that stood in their way, and that was how it would always be. Despite the color of his uniform, that was how it would always be - because that's just what his friends were: eternal, a glorious light that could never be blacked out, ones that would never lose hope and persevere alongside him for the good of his fellow man and, if need be, the world and the universe.
He wore those colors, and continued to reflect on how he was when he was with them: a determined, happy, peaceful person who was content for all time. One who would never fall into that pit of darkness and evil's shadow again. He smiled and walked out, his uniform proudly singing on his chest, a joyful tune that the Titan's smiled at when he walked in to join them in company.
A/N: Really, I don't know how I could slander orange so, just because Slade wears it! It's really my favorite color…
Remember people, smile, and be happy.
I wish you all the best.