Well, this is one candidate for my Author Idol entry piece, but I'm not sure if I should stick with it or not. I'll probably be putting up other pieces for critique and suggestions, because I'm new at this and I don't know what to expect. I really want whatever I submit to be the greatest possible piece of literature I can produce.
So, RobinRocks, you're an old pro at this. Think it would be worth submitting?
Oh, yes, and a few pointers: this is kind of all over the place (could probably use a few editing marks), and in it Terra mentions a future event in which Robin hands a communicator over to Gizmo (which technically doesn't happen until an episode after this, if I'm correct (is it one episode or two? I don't remember...).
Enjoy. x3
"I don't believe it. They actually trust me," I think aloud, sinking on to the bed behind me. In my hand is the flashy little gadget of fashionable black and yellow (just like my costume): the communicator.
"That was way too easy."
And it was. All I'd had to do was show up, pull a few moves, pretend I had no idea what was going on, and now here I am: a Teen Titan.
I'm half-expecting a catch, but then again, I've heard about how Robin hands these things out like M&Ms at a Halloween party. Cyborg told me how he gave one to Gizmo—the midget brat from the H.I.V.E. Academy. How much crazier can you get?
Then again, he just gave one to me. I shouldn't be surprised. After just one day back, I've gotten all five of the Titans' complete trust—even Raven's, and after that feat, getting access to all their security, secrets and weaknesses will be an absolute cakewalk.
I've already got most of them figured out (albeit with Slade's help).
Robin: Batman's kid. A "real detective," he's solved every known Sherlock Holmes novel long before the ending is given. He can sniff out a conspiracy a mile away, but he can't detect the danger right in front of his face.
Cyborg might as well be a teddy bear with a brain. He's competitive, but not one to fight girls. Make him a sandwich, and he's yours forever.
Starfire trusted me from day one. By far the most gullible of the Titans, she's still sensitive to the gray areas of right and wrong. She'll never see this coming and would sooner kill you unintentionally by hugging you to a pulp than attack on any kind of whim.
Raven may be a loner, but the truth is that behind all of her hostility, she's just lonely. She has a massive inferiority complex, especially concerning blonde geomancers. Just assure her that she's in charge, speak only when spoken to, and I should be able to function outside of her radar.
And then there's Beast Boy. Desperate to live up to his self-proclaimed title of heroic, studly romancer, and probably the gentlest in spite of how badly he wants to be the badass of the group.
He's the only thing that's ever caused me second thoughts of what I'm doing. Call me crazy, but you can't waste time making faces at each other at the Tower's shoreline without developing a bond like we have.
But who needs bonds? I've never needed a family before; I don't need one now.
"Teeeeeeerraaaaaa!" Oblivious, Beast Boy summons me from my new room to the kitchen downstairs.
Who needs family? I've got Slade.
There you go. 451 words-- originally it was 512, and I was super pissed because the limit is 500 words. D8 But then I took out a rant-paragraph from Terra to Slade that didn't really make much sense anyway...yeah.
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