The Titan Legacy
By Mephistopheles
Chapter one: Does it count as a meal if it comes with a Spork?
Authors notes: Well, how to start. After reading Legend Makers "Black and White" (read story, trust me) I decided to do a continuation of it. However, my original inspiration fled me as quickly as it had come. And now, it's back, this time to stay. Now, I'll stop boring you and get on with it
Disclaimer: Noel Collins AKA Savior belongs to Legend Maker. Robert Candide AKA Gauntlet belongs to Bobcat. The Titans belong to DC and all those people.
Note: In order to understand this, you have to read Legend Makers "Black and White", Bobcats "The Epic of Gauntlet" and Legend Makers "Wings of the Eagles", in that precise order.
Secondary Note: I have gotten Legend Makers permission to use Savior in this, but have yet to receive a reply from Bobcat. I assume Legend Maker has told him, but thought I should clear that up.
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It had been about two months since the events of "Wings of the Eagles", and things had finally gotten back to normal, or so the Titans thought…
It was around 7:00 Pm, and most people where going about whatever they happened to be going about on a Saturday. However, we will not examine the primary city, but rather a small warehouse near the docks. For you see, in this warehouse was a man named Bob Dumm [AN: 5 completely useless points to whoever figures out what that means!] a local rich gangster who had been charged several times with Adultery, Possession, Narcotics, and Pimping (alright, so the charge isn't that, but you get what I mean). He had never been convicted however, and was going about his usual business. Mind you, this meant he was collecting a shipment of drugs and getting two new prostitutes under his command. Along with him in this dimly lit place, he had around 15 thugs with him, baring the same image. Big, fat and stupid. You know, your general morons. All was going as planned tonight, and nothing could possibly go wrong…
"Hurry up! Get that stuff loaded into the trucks!" Bob yelled. Thirteen of his boys where working on the drugs, while two "handled" the girls.
"Yes boss!" One replied, loading a bag of crack into the back of a truck.
"Is it really necessary to torment these girls, before their lives go down the drain completely?" A voice asked with a slight Spanish accent.
"What? Who? Reveal yourself!" Bob yelled, startled.
"Very well." The voice replied, and stepped out of the shadows. It revealed a boy, no more then fifteen, in a large cloak. Much like Ravens, it had a hood and cape, but unlike hers, it also had sleeves, that were far too baggy, being a total of one foot around. The hood blocked out his face, and the rest of his body was covered in black silk fabric.
"I hope you know, you aren't leaving here alive." Bob said, motioning his boys to get rid of him.
"I could say the same to you." The boy responded, putting his hands behind his back.
"Lets get him!" One said, as four men gathered around his, one in front, one behind, and one of each side of him.
"Vengeance is swift my friend." The boy said, whipping his hands from behind his back, each holding a sawed off shotgun. Slamming them against the men to his sides' chests, he fired once (Shotguns fire two shells, one at a time if they want), blasting them back and killing them. He then swung around, pointed the guns at the other two men and fired, blowing them away, literally. The guns then popped open, as two shell covers fell to the ground, smoking.
"Kill him!" Bob yelled, all the thugs charged the boy, allowing the girls time to run.
"Bad move." The boy replied. He put the guns behind his back, obviously in holsters, and charged at the nearest thug. The thug, like most inexperienced fighters, attempted to get his face. The boy saw this, caught the punch, flipped him, and then crushed his face with his foot.
The next attack fared worse then the first. Two men charged him, one from behind, one in front. The boy kneeled down to gain some momentum, turned to his left and jumped, nailing both men in the face with his feet and knocking them unconscious. Drawing his shotguns, that somehow reloaded (I'll explain later) he fired a shot into each, making sure they were dead.
More attacked, but by this time, the boy was growing tired of this little quest. Catching his next opponent in an uppercut, he put his hands behind his back, this time holding two Uzi's with which he opened fire, using only four bullets per man, draining him of ammo and opponents. All that was left was Bob.
"St-stay away from me!" Bob said, backing away.
"Typically pathetic. Using your money to protect yourself, thinking no one can hurt you, all the while, hurting those weaker then you. You truly are nothing more then a pathetic bully. And I hate bullies." The boys said, walking forward.
"Stay back!" Bob ordered, bringing his hand down to his belt. Before he could grab the firearm he was after, the boy had already drawn a triple barreled crossbow (one bow on top of another) and fired all three shots, nailing Bobs hand.
"ARGH!!" He yelled, as blood streamed down his hand. He was obviously in extreme pain.
"You have been convicted of corruption and cruelty, dealing harmful substances to the populace, and harming countless human beings."
"Get away!"
"You're sentence? Death." He said, drawing the hilt of a sword from behind his back. Blue energy began emitting from the hilt, and a blade was formed on it. The end was curved much like a katana, but was sharp on either side. [AN: Whoever wants a pic, send me an email or ask in your review] Walking over to Bob, who was screaming in fear and agony, the boy drew his sword and, with a quick swipe, lopped his head off. Bobs head rolled onto the floor and his body fell to the ground.
"Good riddance." The boy said, drawing an arrow from his side, with a word engraved in blood red on it. He plunged the arrow into Bob's heart and removed his bolts from his hand.
And with that, he slipped away into the shadows…
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Now, let us exam the Titans, the local teen super-hero group, on the next day. It was this day that they had found a day off, an act of God in Gauntlets opinion. Now, each Titan had found something for themselves to do, with or without some companion ship. It was down town that we find Gauntlet, and Terra, down at a pizza parlor enjoying a slice.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Terra asked, watching Gauntlet wolf down his fifth piece.
"What's the point of having an ally with a nearly limitless credit card if you deny yourself the simple pleasures in life?" Robert Candide replied, grabbing his sixth piece. Both were normally dressed, save for a few pizza marks on Roberts' shirt.
Today was an unusual day, because reality seemed to have shifted. That, or some people have some odd hobbies. But before we get to that point, let us continue on here.
You see, across the street, a 15-year-old woman is walking along the sidewalk, unaware that she is being followed by a group of men, and a few women. Coincidently, these men used to work for Bob Dumm, before he was assassinated.
"Hey toots, howza bout you give me my money?" One of the men said. Strangely, these men looked a lot like the boys from the warehouse. Big, fat and stupid.
"I don't have your money, nor do I owe you any." She responded.
"Well, my friends here think you do." He shot back, motioning with his hands to a pistol he carried.
"Come here…" She said, slightly seductively. The man grinned and walked over.
"Lets have a feel." He said bringing his hand down towards her breast…
SHING!
A metal blade formed in her hand, mildly resembling a dagger, which went right through his wrist, cutting his hand right off.
"ARGH!!" He yelled, falling back.
"I told you, I don't have your money and frankly, you wouldn't get it if I did." She said, turning around to walk away.
It was at this point one of the other men had drawn a pistol and fired, directing the bullet at the sky.
"We want are money!"
It was around this time Gauntlets' attention had been caught. Mind you, it takes a lot to drag a teenager away from his food, but then, a gunshot can do that. Getting up and throwing his umpteenth slice off in some random direction, he looked over to see the gun-wielding moron aiming at the woman.
"Stop heathen! Who dares to violate the sanctity of this fair maiden? I shall stop you! I am-!"
"A pig." Terra finished, removing the piece of flying pizza with nearly every topping on it from her face.
"Oops, sorry" Gauntlet replied, turning his attention back to the brutes. "As I was saying, I am Gauntlet! And I am here to defeat you!"
The men looked at him and laughed.
"What could some kid do?"
Gauntlet scoffed. "This!"
Robert raised his right arm and instantly it became covered in, his shiny gauntlet thingy [AN: Odd thought, ever notice that Bobcat never described the gauntlet?] that shot a simmering force field over him.
"Shit, it's one of them Titans!" One yelled, as the rest ran.
"Thanks for the save." The girl said to Gauntlet, who had struck a heroic pose.
"No problem, those scumbags will think twice before coming back here."
"Still, I owe you one. How about some pizza?"
Gauntlet would have taken her up on the offer, but twenty or more pieces of pizza generally has bad effects on ones digestive system.
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One hour, and several spoons of Pepto-Bismol later…
"So, what are your powers Kristina?" Gauntlet asked, avoiding the urge to go after more pizza.
"Severe Metallic Atom Reproducing." She replied.
"What?" Terra asked, relieved to finally be back in the story.
"I can reproduce metallic objects."
Kristina looked like any normal teenager. Long blonde hair, not quite Terra's length, but close. She wore a loose pink T-shirt, and pink mini-skirt, just above the point of being slutty. Along with light blue eyes, she looked generally like a school cheerleader.
"Example?" Gauntlet said.
Kristina raised her hands in the air, as a sword around five feet long slowly appeared. After it had fully formed, it became solid.
"That good?"
Unfortunately, no answer came. This was due to the massive explosion coming from a local museum.
"Ten bucks on sludge monster." Gauntlet said looking at the girls.
"Your on." Terra replied.
"Twenty bucks on a completely random villain with a ridiculous power." Kristina said, holding up some money.
With that, they were off, not that they had to run very far, but still. After around thirty seconds, they arrived. And what they saw still astounds them to this day.
"MWAHAHAHA!!! THE COPPER SPORK IS MINE!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" A figure in old, patched up clothing yelled. He was holding a stick with a handkerchief on it, holding something.
"Alright guys, pay up." Kristina said holding out her hands.
"Infidels! Who dares invite the wrath of the great HOBO!!!" he bellowed.
Everyone looked shocked, except for Gauntlet, who was contemplating with himself.
"We've fought humans with guns, mutants, assassins, sociopaths, abominations, and even the genuine god or two. But this is the first time we've fought a homeless person!"
"Fools! Face your doom!" The poorly dressed man yelled, preparing to throw some projectiles…
"Pennies?!" Kristina asked in shock.
"Not just any pennies, oh no." He replied, throwing three pennies at Gauntlet, whose force field was up. "Exploding pennies!"
When the three copper projectiles hit Gauntlets force field, they exploded in an average radius of a grenade, blowing him back.
"Now get them boys!" The hobo yelled, running back inside the museum to get his loot as several men came out with guns, blasting away.
"Now what?" Kristina asked, hiding behind Gauntlets force field. Terra got a smile on her face as she raised her hands, eyes glowing and sent the ground the men where under flying forward.
"You take the one on the right, I'll take the fourteen on the left!" Gauntlet said, charging forward. Terra began moving rocks and debris madly, send men flying every which way.
Meanwhile, Kristina had found away around the group, and was currently hiding behind a pillar outside as the hobo came running back out holding what he was after. The worlds largest, five feet long, one foot wide, copper spork.
"I can't tell. Was the author really inspired or just really bored?" Terra asked no one in particular.
"Now that I have this, I shall take my leave." The hobo said, preparing to walk away. Just then, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Huh?"
He turned around just to be hit by the spoon end of a five feet long, one foot wide metallic spork.
Terra and Gauntlet looked at her, and Gauntlet spoke up.
"Spork?"
"It seemed appropriate at the time." Was her reply.
[AN: Yes, I realize this is quite possibly the most random thing the titans have fought, might even beat the mentos incident. But anyway, things will start making sense soon. That, or you'll have a psychotic episode, whichever comes first.]
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Back at the tower…
Kristina is being introduced to some of the team, save for Beast boy, Cyborg, Terra, and Gauntlet. Mostly, they where deciding if they should let her on the team.
"Well, it's a possibility." Robin said, looking over her physical schematics. Ever since Terra joined, they had improved their ability to judge possible members. They now possessed a machine that would measure a person's physical and mental ability, as well as give a full report on ones meta-abilities.
"She seems to be in good condition, as well as intelligent. Not to mention the boy-girl ratio would finally get better." Savior commented, reading over the stats as well.
"The question is, can she handle herself in combat?" Robin said.
"Perhaps we should ask Gauntlet, as he was there to witness this event." Starfire suggested.
"Good idea lets." Robin replied, getting and walking toward the game room.
Now most people would suspect Gauntlet would be playing video games, and they'd be right. But then again, Gauntlet always did find a way to surprise everyone.
"Hey Rob, we need to know…" Robin stopped as he entered the Game room, to discover Gauntlet, playing Resident Evil 3, holding the shotgun, yelling "Eat burning death!" at the zombies.
"Never mind." Robin said, turned around, and walked away. He eventually decided to put Kristina through the obstacle course.
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Now onto 7:50 Pm, just before the 8:00 news…
"Friends! I have prepared the glorious welcoming feast for our guest!" Starfire beamed, placing food trays on the table. They where sitting down at the table, waiting for the news to come on, and everyone was enjoying supper.
"I think mine moved." Beast boy said, looking at the pink blob in front of him.
Or not. But anyway, the scene was rather peaceful, save for Gauntlet, who was poking his food with a fork, causing it to jiggle.
And then the news came on.
"On tonight's edition: Recent studies show the one absolute thing in the universe. Pong." The announcer said. Robin nearly fell of his chair.
"Veteran war hero says atheist was found in foxhole"
"Is it just me, or are these news articles getting odd…?" Gauntlet asked.
"And a brutal massacre in a local down town warehouse."
Everyone fell silent, as the edition fully started.
"Tonight, we look into one of the most recent killing since the final battle"
"Wonder what that's about?" Kristina asked, secretly putting her food in a nearby plant.
"As of early this morning, the Police have determined that this was an intended attack on a local rich resident Bob Dumm."
"Wasn't he the guy who was charged a while back but got off?" Cyborg inquired.
"That's him." Robin replied.
"The police found Bob's body headless, with an arrow in his heart. Along with a note. It reads:
"Jump City,
This man has been shipping drugs and other harmful substances in and out of Jump City for quite some time now, and yet, no one has done anything about it. He has distributed these substances to the public, ruining many lives. He, as well, has nearly one hundred prostitutes under his command. Today, he was killed. Bob Dumm has been charged with Corruption and Cruelty. He destroyed lives and harmed the innocent. His punishment? Death. Many of you will think me as a mad man, or psychopath, but you are wrong. I am not a mad man, or a psychopath. I am a visionary. I am the blade that will cut the corruption out of humanity. I am Vengeance."
Signed,
Everyone stared in shock at this note, except Raven, who mouthed the last word in its English tongue.
"Agriant."
"What?" Robin asked.
"Vengeance."
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And that's where it ends. Good? Bad? Tell me what you think. Oh, and I'll try to update as often as possible, but sometimes that's not very often. Anyway, adieus imagoes.