Okay, I'm a nerd. I tried to make this story on my last account two or three years ago (Kari-san) but I never seemed to get very far. Let's try this again shall we? Review and give me ideas....I'll give you a Wally West? Best. Superhero. EVER.

Reborn

With a rumbled, knelling creak, light sunk through musky darkness, dust particles dancing around in the rare ritual of illumination. The light crept up along old crooked ruts in the heavy mahogany planks. They seemed foreboding. Unwelcoming, and angry for the disrruption of this newfound threat.

He hadn't meant to open the door. He was just trying to abscond from his father for sneaking out that morning. But he had run right into him. Delved into something he didn't understand.

Pushing the door more with a sharp, defined eyebrow raised in curiosity a boy with mussy dark brown hair and pale skin frowned. He's just been on his way to his room. He'd gotten past his father. Somehow. Usually his father was a mastermind at hearing William when he came home late. It had to be past two in the morning, and being at a party all night had not been a good idea on his part. Something about the room he'd never seemed to notice inside his own house before however, was urging him inside like a creature too starved to drag, but too clever not to whisper sweet nothings. Coaxing him with promises of secrets he wouldn't want to hear. But the longing to know was too strong. Where had the door come from? It had never been in his hallway before. But that night it was just...There. Looming over him when he'd tripped over the rug. If he hadn't tripped, he probably never would have noticed it. It was just a normal looking door, in a normal looking house. Only his house couldn't be normal, and neither could the door because it had not existed before.

Ever.

Clopping against the hollow wood, his leather shoes snuffed out the sunny matrimony of disturbance and hope. Swallowing with difficultly, William narrowed obsidian eyes, brushing hair from his sloping face hesitantly. Raising hands out in uncertainty he exhaled deeply, brushing past the nearest wall, his calloused fingers trailing its surface. It was smooth, like glass...He would have suggested it to be a mirror but the entire wall felt that way. Some freakish mirror room? Turning around sharply with fleeting fear a clown would pop out holding a saw or something (horror movies were not his favorite) something caught the ankle of his legging. Intaking air he let out a gasp, stumbled backwards into the rock-hard wall with a groan, the door snapping shut behind him, drenching him in black hues.

Sitting up with a hissing pain, Will cracked his shoulderblade, trying to get some balance back. Why was he even in there? He was exausted and ancy from staying up so late at a party he hadn't even wanted to go to. Slapping a palm to the wall again, dim light caught his attention. All around the room, light was accumilating from deep within a place he couldn't see, like a furnice just beginning to ignite. Musky colors of tan and sienna sieged the room, a wardrobe and the wall he was against (which did turn out to just be a wall sized mirror) coming into view as enshrowded answers. Standing slowly, his eyes widened, time dropping to a still stand. Turning, his neck arched as he faced the opposite wall. It was covered in newspapers, old, tattered and dirt yellow. His exhilation left in grey trailing smoke, even though the room seemed to be emitting its own source of firelight and heat.

His voice shaking, quaking as his eyes darted from title to title, his eyes trapped in the wall of newspapers in front of him, Will backed up into the mirror wall, shaking his head. "What...." Yelling as the mirror burned into his back he bashed into the wardrobe to his left, panicking as something fell over his eyes with the sound of breaking glass. "No!" he yelled, throwing the soft fabric in front of him with both hands as fast as was possible for him. Breathing heavily, his chest heaving in and out, he stared, stiffening at the black skull encrypted mask. It held one slender red X across an eye....

"Oh my g-"

"Will."

"AH!" Turning around William stood pressed against the dresser, its curled handles digging into his back like needles as his father stood in the open doorway. He looked beat as his eyes slid over to the wall of Teen Titan news clippings. "Son." the old grey haired man began again, not looking at the frightened teen to his left. His broad shoulders were slouched, his eyes in a permanent decline of emotion. Especially that of the optimistic kind.

"We need to talk."