I do not own any of the Teen Titans characters.
This is a kind of mini-prologue.
Author's Note: Ok, so this story is getting a LOT of hits but very few reviews. It seems that the majority of people are reading this first prologue and then abandoning the rest. I assure you, even though it seems like the first chapter deals more with the villains than the Titans, it switches over very quickly. There is romance in this story…LOTS of it. I'm just trying to pace it out. This is first and foremost going to be a love story but, like many other good love stories, that won't be apparent until much later in the chapters. For now, I just ask that you give the story a chance. If you don't like it, please say so and tell me why. Flames are totally welcome.
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Pier 66
3:42 am.
The warehouses dripped as the rooftops seemed to bleed water under the constant pattering of the roaring sky above. The pacific storm abused the coast of Jump City as a lone figure walked alone among the docks, seemingly oblivious to the wall of stinging rain flying in from the west. He seemed to move in one swift motion, almost as if he were a floating shadow that was making its way past the buildings to his left with utmost purpose. 63. 64. 65. 66. The shadow stopped.
Lightning.
The man's outline stood tall against side of the building as another flash echoed with thunder behind him. The two elemental brothers seemed angry tonight. The sea was palpable. The tension, electric. Underneath shadows, a large grin could be seen stretching across his hidden face. He walked, straight forward, and pressed himself into the wall of the warehouse as his body slowly slipped through it.
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The Beginning
On the other side, the bustling of dozens of men drowned out the storm outside. The man continued to walk, still hidden under a crimson cowl that looked like a cape of blood, directly through the center as it were a procession. Large crates were constantly being opened, searched, stripped and repackaged. The workers of the storehouse grunted and toiled in silence as the red hooded form moved past them. In a building full of large, sweaty, hard working gruff men, there seemed only to be that one man dressed in scarlet, making his way past everyone around him like a ghost among the living. He made is way to the other end of the building and, with one deft leap, jumped onto the large platform that oversaw the entire depot.
"And how did your mission fare, master."
Without a sound, the Chinese warrior Katarou appeared from the shadows at the figure's side and slowly removed the sopping wet cloak that adorned him.
"It was very…productive." With those words, a large box flickered and seemingly appeared out of nowhere, into the man's hand. Its sides drew a length of a foot and a half. It was a dark, earthy brown with golden edges that met sapphire jeweled corners at each end, and, despite the pouring rain outside, it was completely dry and seamless.
"I am honored to witness your victories," Katarou said slowly as he bowed deep and low. "…master Slade."