I do NOT own Teen Titans
Notes: Some themes will be adult in nature, though I don't plan on writing anything too explicit. Also, it will not be BBxRae, even though that is the pairing I do favor.
Time: A few months after 'Things Change.' Excludes 'Trouble in Tokyo.'
Waking Up, . . .
Violet eyes sleepily opened, and started to peer around the sparsely-furnished room. Raven frowned, not caring at all for the bright-yellow walls that contrasted the dark furniture, or the way the sunlight dancing across a yellow and black rug aroused a queasiness within her half-demon side. Oh well, she mused with a slight smile, as the luxurious warmth around her penetrate every fibre of her being, and with a happy sigh she snuggled closer to the person she shared the bed with. Waking up here does have its benefits. Her hands, roaming, caused her brown-skinned companion to emit an exited gasp.
"Keep that up and I'm chaining you up in here," a husky voice stated, sounding as if it meant every word. "You'll be forced to cuddle whenever I want you to."
"Mmmmm," Raven murmured . "Sounds good to me."
"You'll only get books when you pleas . . . . "
"There's no way you could handle me when you talk so much, " Raven interrupted, licking her companion's ear, silencing any discourse. Her strong, nimble fingers went to work, while her lips eagerly sought those of her lover. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of heated passion.
All too soon she and her lover parted. "I better get going," Raven said, falling back upon a voice void of emotion. "I'll check on . . . him . . . and bring you back some coffee." Rising she started to dress, noting with a satisfied glee as bright eyes followed her every move. Taking more time than she once would've, the half-demon woman pulled on a pair of black panties and bra. Having turn the art of dressing into a dance, those eyes were once again filled with lust by the time she finished adjusting her leotard. Deciding to skip wearing her cape, she tossed a smile towards the bed, and strode from the room, stoically marching towards the first duties of the morning.
The Ball of Doom, . . .
"Morning," Beast Boy greeted the woman as she entered the kitchen.
"Morning," Raven replied, nose twtiching. "Hrm . . . ." She looked towards the table, seeing just the one plate.
"The Mad Vandal of Titan's Tower made a hit-and-run attack earlier," Beast Boy explained. "No meat left. Waffles or a muffin?" he asked.
"Don't call him that. What happened wasn't his fault." Raven frowned, her heart near breaking with sorrow at the destruction she'd caused.
"Waffles it is then," the shapeshifter replied with a careless shrug. Grabbing the last of the tofu bacon from his plate he rose to start cooking breakfast for the hungry half-demon. In Titan's Tower there were two rules for the kitchen. One was to stay the heck away when Starfire cooked. Not that they needed that rule any longer with the red-haired girl gone. The second was never to leave Raven alone in the kltchen. She might be able to brew tea, but . . . . The shapeshifter shuddered, wondering how trying to warm a muffin in a microwave resulted in were-demons running loose, or how an attempt to make pancakes could unlease . . . whatever that thing had been. Since then Raven didn't cook. Period.
Raven sighed, and took a seat, furitively eyeing her fellow Titan. To her bewilderment, he, the kid of the group, the jokester, was the only Titan who'd survived the last few weeks as his usual cheery self. Heart aching, she continued to watch.
Pan sizzling, waffles starting to cook, Beast Boy noticed the way the woman was staring at him. "Stop that," he told her. "You don't want to make a ceretain someone jealous, do you?" He winked at her.
Raven gulped, turning white. "Don't joke about that Beast Boy, not that." She closed her eyes, shuddering.
"Relax," the shapeshifter told her. "Things will heal. Relationships patch themselves up so long as people work at it. Our bonds won't be broken." He paused, frowning slightly. "Just be twisted beyond redemption, and then reforged as an unrelenting and psychotic need for jealously and hatred, and . . . . Okay, I'm dying here," he said, smirking at the woman. "What other words can I fill in there?"
"I think you've said enough." Raven slumped down in her chair. "Are you still . . ." She didn't know how to finish the question.
"Interested in you?" Beast Boy asked, checking the waffles, and then flipping them over.
"Yeah." Raven cringed. " Even before . . . that, they hadn't talked about that. Not knowing what to do she'd just ignored it, and been selfish enough to enjoy the attention, the warm glow that came from him whenever he looked her way.
"I know you're taken Raven." The shapeshifter shrugged, sighing loudly. "Some animals bond for life, and other animals can smell that bond. That's the scent I get from you two. I can't change it, so I can only accept it."
"Oh." The tower shuddered, causing her to cringe.
"Seems the Mad Vandal is at it again," Beast Boy said, and actually chuckled. "Poor guy."
"That's not funny," Raven retorted. "That's my family being torn apart, and it's my fault.
"That's the thing with being a family, Raven," Beast Boy said with a comforting smile. "We're a family, warts and all, for good or bad. We will always have a special place in our hearts for each other."
"Yeah," snorted the girl. "And my place in their hearts will be the traitor they want to rip apart and feed to Killer Moth's moths."
"Hardly." Beast Boy slid the waffles from the frying pan onto a clean plate. "Breakfast is served," he told the girl.
"Thanks." With some effort she tossed a tiny smile towards her friend. "And I'm sorry that . . . I . . . that . . . ."
"That it wasn't me you chose?" Beast Boy gritted his teeth, forcing himself to sound nonchalant. "It's okay. And you don't have to worry about me going berserk or anything. Knowing something is unchangeable helps you to accept it."
"Oh." She tool a bite of the perfectly cooked waffles before pouring spreading a ton of blueberry jam across them. For some reason that reminded her of Starfire.
"That wasn't your fault," Beast Boy told the girl, knowing almost by instinct what had gotten her down this time. "She's an incredible woman, born of a proud warrior race." He shrugged. "That she would leave when our oh-so-glorious leader cheated . . . ."
"Yeah." Raven stared down at her waffles, not realizing she was crying until she saw the tears fall onto the blueberry jam. "But she's gone, and what I did was just as bad. Infact, it was the exact same thing."
"Well, " Beast Boy tried to reply, but was forced to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. "Bird Brain did mess up in a pretty spectacular way though, you've got to admit."
Raven felt a giggle almost overtake her, and ruthlessly crushed the urge. There was no way it could be funny, but . . . . Everyone in the tower, except Starfire, had at least thought it likely Robin was cheating on the Tamerean, and all of them had, with dismal results, tried to talk to him about it. The guy had merely shrugged it off, and suggested they mind their own business. Then had come the day of the ball celebrating the five-hundredth anniversary of the founding of Jump City. It wasn't that everyone was asked to come, everyone had to. It was the Jump City event of the century, and even heroes need the approval of the people in whose cities they operate.
Raven closed her eyes, able to see it happen all over again in her all too vivid imagination. She, herself, had worn a dress, of all things, that'd had pink in it. Even now it made her want to cry. As for Starfire, when people had looked at her they'd needed sunglasses. The red dress was decent enough. It left her upper back bare, and had shown just enoujgh cleavage to distract the average male, yet had fallen to just above her knees. Combined with elegant, red boots and dainty, red gloves, it'd been just a bit too colorful. The usually gorgeous alien had looked stunning in it. In contrast the necklace she'd worn, even if worth a not-so-minor fortune, had looked plain. A matching bracelet had been on her wrist. On her hand, her left ring finger to be precise, there'd been her most prized possession, given to her by Robin during the start of the ball in front of more than five-thousand guests: an engagement ring with a massive, orange Sunstone, circled by flawlessly polished rubies, emeralds, sapphires, topaz, peridots, aquamarines and goodness only knew what else to respresent the rays of a star. As jewelry went it'd made even Raven a bit jealous. Eyes aglow, Starfire had spent most of the evening staring at the ring with a silly grin on her face. At last the boy of her dreams was paying attention to her, and the girl was in heaven, . . . . .
But it turned out the mayor of Jump City had three sons, and each had brought a stunningly beautiful, wealthy, and supposedly respectable woman with him. One of them, a black-haired, petite-looking woman in a cute black dress, had followed Starfire for most of the night, alternatively scowling and looking to be on the brink of tears. Eventually she'd broke, and grabbing an axe from a nearby display dedicated to the firemen of Jump City, had attacked the happy Titan. "He's mine," the woman had cried, sobbing as she'd swung the axe. She'd taken just the one wild swing, not even coming close to the shocked Titan, before she'd dropped the weapon and held up her own hand; on it there's been a simple diamond engagement ring. "See," she'd screamed.
"Fuck you," a second woman, the date of another of the Mayor's sons had screamed, holding up her own hand to show off a nice, if none-too-extravagant, emerald engagement ring. "He's mine, you sluts." Her shoulder-lenght hair, dyed a pretty pink, had swirled around her head as she'd arched her fingers into claws and feverishly attacked the girl who was still holding up her diamond engagement ring.
A spray of foam had soaked Starfire and the two fighting girls, when a third woman, a blonde who was the date of the third son of the Mayor had sprayed them with a fire extinguisher. "Get your own man, you assholes," she'd raged, showing off a cute peridot engagement ring before rushing into the brawl. "Fuck you bitches, fuck you bitches, . . . ." Her voice could be heard even as the battle intensified.
Raven hung her head, lost in thought as the scene continused to play out in her mind. That the mayor had three sons who'd had three dates wasn't bad enough , no . . . . She sighed. He's also had three daughters who'd had too much common sense to make a fuss when Robin had given Starfire that engagement ring, but when that brawl had started . . . .
"You damn cunts," the mayor's eldest daughter, Michelle, had screamed. "My fucking ring is the best." She'd held up a sparkling diamond engagement ring that must've cost a fortune, and continued screaming, "That cheating prick is going to marry me." In a flurry of brown hair and blue dress she'd waded into battle.
"Fuck you Michelle," the mayor's youngest daughter, Emily, had raged. "You're not stealling this guy from me you bitch. Diamonds are nothing to rubies." She'd held up her ring finger to show off a sparkling-red engagement ring, and then rush into battle. Her red hair and blue dress had disappeared into the mass.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeee . . . ." The scream had made no sense, but several of the more delicate of the wine glasses held by the guests had shattered, and the middle daughter of the mayor had then simply held up her hand, showing off a pretty aquamarine ring. "Alway Michelle this and Emily that," she'd ranted, eyes glowing with soul-chilling rage. To the shocked onlookers her first blow was clearly seen as she'd marched up to the pile of female flesh that was waging war in the middle of the ballroom floor, and patiently waited. When the behind of her oldest sister, clothed only in a pair of plain blue panties amidst a ripped blue dress, had briefly poked its way out of the mess she'd kicked. Her slipper, which looked to be made of glass, had cruelly ripped into that fragile garment and disappeared from view. When the foot was withdrawn it was missing the slipper, while from the battle there came a cry of such anguish that several more glasses had shattered as the guests gulped, and let them slip from numb fingers.
"Not funny," Raven told herself, taking a gulp of cooling herbal tea. That slipper had penetrated the girl's vagina and . . . . She shuddered, clenching her legs together. But the dates of the three sons of the mayor, and his three daughters had not been enough. Nope, not for that penis brained idot of a leader of theirs. There'd been heroes at that dance, and they'd brought dates. Raven closed her eyes as she continued to relive the past.
The Daily Planet had had a writing competition to see who would attend the ball with Superman, and Cherry, a star reporter from a local highschool newspaper club, had won. The prize had included a ride to and from Jump City in the arms of Superman, and three days accomadations in the tower of the Teen Titans. Cherry might've had her cherry when she got to Jump City, but she hadn't had it when she'd left. On the plus side, she did have a shiny new engagement ring, and a promise of marriage from Robin. On the day of the ball she too had join in the 'Engagement Ring Free for All' as it was now famously called.
Then there was Tammy, the little sister of the woman the Flash was currently dating. Not to mention Kim, the date of Bruce Banner.
"Just how many of the people who were at that damned ball did he screw?" the half-demon girl finally screamed, her glass of tea still clutched in a white-knuckled grasp.
"That's the million dollar question," Beast Boy sighed. "I counted forty-three, but the current count for the prize is forty-five."
Raven sighed, forcing herself to release her grasp on the glass. Some villainous group somewhere had offered a million-dollar prize to the person who could identify the most girls who'd engaged in the 'Engagement Ring Free for All.' With that sort of motive more than five billion people around the world had watched, and rewatched, the video footage from that accursed ball, trying to make sense of the pandemonium. She, like Beast Boy, had only managed to count forty-three, but for all she knew Penis Brain might've found three invisible girls to do the dirty deed with. Or perhaps there were three midgets the cameras hadn't caught. Or, she fumed, perhaps some of them were like Cherry and were of questionable age.
"Too bad it wasn't made into a movie," Beast Boy said, smirking.
Raven smirked a little herself. Of all the people only Starfire had kept her dignity, floating above the brawl. Then, with fury in her eyes, she'd stormed though the maelstrom, hurting no one; but at the end every woman there had been stripped bare of everything except those engagement rings they were so proud of. Michelle, the girl with the glass slipper in her pussy, had been deposited naked at a first-aid station. All that bare female flesh of so many high status women was another reason the event was so famous, with porn producers the world over rushing to buy up the footage captured by more than a thousand cell phones. To their regret, due to the questionable age of some of the participants, the footage had been banned from stores, but the market was huge and there were collectors out there trying to get as much of the footage as they could. After all, you never knew when new footage from a different camera might reveal a different girl.
The Stench of Battle, . . . (or the return of a much overused villian)
Beast Boy chuckled, and placed a hot cup of black coffee in front of Raven. "With that image in your mind I'm sure you want to get back to you know who and . . . ." He smirked. "I know I would if I were in your shoes. And I'm sure Penis Brain is out there racking up a bigger count of fiances somewhere. He must be working extra hard to top that little event of his."
"He better not be," Raven snarled, and the tower shook. She glanced around, not sure if the cause was her, or if it was the work of the Mad Vandal. With a rueful sigh, she stood and impulsively pulled Beast Boy to her in a hug. "Thanks," she simply said before releasing him. Turning she reached for the cup of coffee, only to have a strong green hand touch her shoulder, and turned her back towards the shapeshifter so that she could see those comforting green eyes.
"Don't worry about Starfire, okay, Raven? She the strongest of a strong people, and she will be back. That I promise you." His voice was sure, and booked no disagreement. "And this I also promise, When she comes back it won't be as a defeated Starfire, or a cowed girl. She will be back as a warrior." He released her shoulder. "As for you and Cyborg, it will work out. People are hurt, and they heal. In a world of billions, do you think this is the first time something like this has happened." His lips turned up and he snorted.
"Guess not," Raven admitted, feeling her heart beat more freely. Lately every hint of happiness had been tinted with guilt. Perhaps it was time to try to move beyond that, and perhaps she could in some way help repair the damage she'd caused. For all her powers of magic, it was the shapeshifter, her best friend, who was the master of all things human. She would trust his lead. Turning she reached for the now cold coffee . . . .
The sound a powerful fart echoed through the tower, causing the two of them to fall to their knees, clutching frenetically at their noses.
"Just for the record, that wasn't me," Beast Boy gasped, desperately struggling not to breathe too deep. Eyes tearing up, he collapsed to the floor, kicking feebly.
"I hope you don't think it was me," Raven replied, wishing she'd worn her cape to breathe though. "Oh Azareth," she weakly moaned, with one hand pinching her nostrils shut and the other over her mouth. Overwhelmed by the stench she curled up in a ball.
His kicking having moved him close to a wastebasket, Beast Boy grabbed at it, still half blind from way his eyes were tearing up, and puked. He kept his head down in the basket, knowing his own vomit would be less nauseating than the smell that now dominated the tower. "Not again," he gasped.
"Mine," Raven wheezed, and grabbed the basket in a tug of war that could have no mercy. She too puke, and frantically tried to keep her head down in the stomache-churning reek of the basket.
"Mercy," Beast Boy pleaded, blindly flailing around for the life-saving basket with one arm. He stopped moving.
Raven puked in the basket again with such force it splattered into the air, covering her face. "Oh Azareth, have mercy," she groaned, and stopped moving.
Wearing a gas mask, Robin rushed into the room and yelled, "Team Ready!" Looking around, he sighed and pulled two more gas masks out of a satchel. Moving with practiced speed, he quickly put them on his two friends. "How many time do I have to tell them?" he muttered angrily.
"Me," Bumblebee frantically gasped, crawling in through a door. She'd jumped out a window when the fart had struck, and had only crawled back in to save her friends.
Robin gritted his teeth, and handed the near death girl a mask. "People, you need to do better," the leader stated, seeing Beast Boy and Raven start to twitch. "It's not like this is my fault," he then fumed, turning to glare at Bumblebee and Raven. "I may to be blame for a lot of things that have happened around here recently, but not this." He sighed. "At least I don't think I am." He looked around again. "Who would think something that feels so good could cause so much trouble."
"I'm awake, sir." Raven slowly sat up, still feeling sick, but conscious.
"Don't call me sir," their leader said without feeling.
"Ready and able, sir," Beast Boy said, shakily trying to stand. He collapased back to the floor.
"Seriously, . . . ." Robin sighed, wearily sitting down on the floor himself. "I hate the new alarm," he stated, head hanging.
"Me too," Raven admitted.
"Count me in there," Beast Boy added. "Though when I'm a dog it does get rid of the fleas. He should try marketing it."
"Only the insane would use it," BumbleBee said, frowning intensely. "Sorry folks. It's my fault."
"Okay people." Beast Boy made another attempt to stand, and managed it. Barely. "There's a mission, and we should get to it. No pity parties."
Robin gave the order, and the team assembled outside, safe from the Fart Alarm, as the Mad Vandal, aka Cyborg, called it. In fit of rage he'd changed the Titan's alarm to the sound of a fart, and added in the miasma to suite it. He'd then amplified it a thousandfold.
"Okay people," Robin stated, standing tall infront of the team. "This villian is a good ole friend of ours."
"Friend?" Beast Boy grimaced, looking back at the tower. "It's not Superman again is it?"
Robin also looked at the tower. A few days after the ball Superman had paid them a visit, and turned the tower upside down. It didn't look too bad, if one squinted. "Thank goodness, no," he finally answered. A lot of secrets, better left buried, had been unearthed whent the mess in Beast Boy's room had been flipped over. Hunting down the things the mess had safely buried had taken days, and they'd never known exactly who was the hunter and who was the hunted.
"It's not the Flash, is it?" Raven asked, starting to go pale.
Robin continued to look at the tower. After Superman's visit the Flash had painted the whole tower a neon pink. At night it lit up like a fluorescent dildo. The color gave Raven nightmares, though she obviously had no trouble with the concept of dildos. The sounds she made during the night made that pretty clear. The leader, put on a pair of sunglasses, squinted, and then closed one eye. It doesn't look too bad, he decided. "Thankfully no", he finally said, gulping frantically to keep from having a panic attack.
"The Hulk?" BumbleBee wondered aloud, nervously looking around.
No one knew why, but after the Flash the Hulk had made his way through Jump City, doing no damage. But when he'd reached Titan Tower he'd roared, "Hulk Smash," and said tower now leaned twenty degrees towards the sea, away from the city. Robin took off the sunglasses, reluctantly admitting to himself that sunglasses or no sunglass, squinting or no squinting, the tower they called home was a little bit out of order. He sighed. "No," he finally spoke. "And people, please don't remind me of those three again." He cringed, and turned back towards the group. "This time it's our old friend, Cinderblock."
"Just so long as it's not the Hulk," BumbleBee said, looking a bit happier. The tilting tower had caused her collection of dildos to fall over, and get dirty on the floor. Some of the things in the tower were far from safe, and who knew what was on them now. She'd washed them, scrubbing all she could without damaging them, but who knew? Now when she used one there was always that sense of unease that they might've been contaminated. Having helped during the hunt to clean up the mess from Beast Boy's bedroom hadn't alleviated that fear any. The dark-skinned woman cringed, and looked furtively around as she rocked back on her heels, ready for battle.
"Thank Azareth," Raven intoned, relaxing with her eyes closed in relief. "Thank Azareth."
"One day I'm going to prank Superman," Beast Boy coldly stated. "Robin was the one who . . . ." He shrugged. "There was no need to make all of us pay."
Their leader shrugged as well. "I agree. When pranking it's bad manners to prank someone you don't have a grudge against. I'm sorry."
Raven and Bumblebee stared at the boy, not sure whether to be confused or just insanely pissed. During all this time their leader had not said sorry once, and now he did, but not to the girls he'd harmed?
Robin cringed back from the glares. "We better take care of Cinderblock," he hurried to say, racing towards his motorcycle.
In the form of an eagle, Beast Boy launched himself into the sky. Behind him Raven rose into the air on a disc of dark magic, while six feet behind and above the half-demon girl, wings blurring, Bumblebee took guard.
Memory Lane, and the Teen Titans in Battle, . . .
Raven immediately took note of the jet-black car that left the tower, keeping pace with them; Cyborg. Blinking away the tears, she hovered over the vehicle, looking at the man within. He'd painted all his metal parts a jet-black to match the new color of his car, and now wore sunglasses. The cybernetic man still radiated raw power, but no longer did it appear comforting, like that of a good friend and protector. Rather, it seemed ominous and threatening. Once in a while one side of his sunglasses would flicker, and one could see the red glow behind them. Then he seemed to be some dark menance out of a nightmare where machines had run amok, and humanity was long gone.
She recalled the first time she'd betrayed him, no more than a few weeks ago. She'd been creeping through the tower, avoiding the windows that let the blasted sunlight in. Sure it wouldn't turn her into ash like she was a vampire or something, but she still hated it, and always would. Her control of her emotions had graduated to a point where she no long needed constant meditation, leaving her feeling bored with ample free time, and often in need of something to do. So she'd prowled around the tower. Why the door had't locked she didn't know, but passing the shower area she'd pushed one of the doors, not knowing someone was inside. It's only been a few days since they'd cleaned up the mess from Beast Boy's room, and like Bumblebee she was feeling the need for constant showers. No one knew what exactly had been in that room of his.
Raven gulped, frowning as the events passed in her mind. Bumblebee had been in that shower, her dark skin wet and slick and so appealing. At first Raven hadn't known what she was feeling, but trance-like she'd taken a step into the shower. Sure she'd always known that like all demons, and most half-demon hybrids, she was bisexual, but it wasn't something she'd ever cared about. Someone like Aqualad, or Starfire, might cause her to raise an eyebrow and drool a little, but her life was meditation and nothing else. She had to control her emotions. But, to her shock and awe, puberty for her had ended, and her emotions had become so easy to manage it'd almost been sickening. When she'd stepped into that shower a need she couldn't explain, or even comprehend, had taken hold of her. She'd pulled the woman who'd at first only stared at her in shock, eyes bright with lust, towards her. Then Bumblebee had practically attacked her in return, stripping her of her clothes and feasting on her body like . . . .
Raven, her face a bright red, pushed the image out of her mind; against her will it returned. That had been the first time, and so far as she and Bumblebee knew no one could've known about it. But then, a few hours later, Beast Boy, eyes sad, had said, "Better let Cy know. Be worse if he finds out by accident." Obviously some scent that only he could smell had given them away, right, so she and Bumblebee had agreed to do nothing. Neither of them was sure what had happened, and none of them were in a hurry to repeat it. Well, not exactly. There was the craving to touch and taste each other, to sink into each other's warmth and just feel that sense of pure contentment. But both of them had known how it would hurt Cyborg. He was Raven's big brother, Bumblebee's boyfriend. That it'd happened once was bad bad enough, and the guilt was crippling. They'd decreed it never would happen again.
The half-demon girl sighed. It had happened again. And then a third time. Each time a weary and sad-looking Beast Boy had just shrugged it away, clearly knowing what was going on. He hadn't judged, but had suggested they let their friend know. Each time, not sure how to cope with the sheer need that drove them, she and Bumblebee had just sworn, never again. The sixth time Cyborg had caught them. He'd prepared some prank for Bumblebee when she was in the shower, an eel of some sort that would come down through the shower head, and had tracked when it was triggered. They'd opened the door, and come out of the shower with him there staring, shivering, distraught, . . . . On that day, the Mad Vandal had been born. It wasn't just that Bumblebee had cheated on him. That was bad enough. But that his little sister, as he thought of her, had played such a part, . . . . He'd broke.
Finally, that Blasted Battle Scene, . . . .
"Still," Raven softly muttered to herself, as the team roared to a stop beside Cinderblock, "the new Cyborg has his advantages."
Cinderblock looked at the Titans, and turned to flee. As massive as he was, even being constructed of nearly indestructible stone, he no longer had any desire to fight. He ran.
"Raven, hold him." Robin roared, leaping into action, which for him was standing clear to avoid being caught in the fray. Beast Boy and Bumblebee joined him. The three looked at Cinderblock, and noted how close they were to the villian. They took several steps back. Cyborg for his part just stood up in what used to be his baby, fired his sonic cannon three times into the air, and yelled, "Hehaw, Darkie shall prevail." Then he sped past the trembling mountain that, even if silent, looked to be on the brink of crying.
Watching the car disappear in the distance, Raven looped tentacles of magic around the arms of her opponent who mimed silent screams. Struggling, she strained to hold him down close to the road. Cinderblock's only action was to frantically, and uselessly, to keep trying to use those dark ropes of power as a way to climb up, and away from the road. He failed.
Cyborg had not just repainted his baby, the T-car. He'd ripped out the engine, and built something new and better, something only a mad genius would think of, in the trunk and backseat. Then he'd replaced the front with a one-foot piece of solid titanium that'd been forged into the shape of a 'V'. The driver's seat contained crazy amounts of padding, needed even for the cybernetic man to survive the crazy maneuvers he now often used. There were other changes, such as there no longer being a passenger seat, but the machine whose every dent and scratch he'd once wept over was now little more than a battering ram to the Mad Vandal; albeit one with a few tricks up its sleeves.
The fifteen-ton vehicle, upon striking the desparate villian at three-hundred and fifty kilometers an hour, flipped over in the air, and came crashing down more than thirty feet away. The backlash sent Raven flying upward, and the rest of Titans scrambling bacvkwards. The villiain went silent, clearly faking unconsciousness to avoid another such attack. When the dust settled the only sound was of the T-car when the Mad Vandal stepped outside and pushed it back upright.