Chapter One

This is a Teen Titans version of the movie 'Logan'. I own neither 'Teen Titans' nor 'Logan', though I wish I did, and all rights belong to DC Comics/Warner Brothers Studios and Marvel Comics/20th Century Fox Studios, respectively. Read, review, and enjoy the ride.

Richard John 'Dick' Grayson was sleeping in the backseat of his '32 Mustang limousine. He was dreaming about an island, and sitting on top of it, meditating, surrounded by his friends, family, and those he held dear to his heart. All of them safe, and away from the cruelty of reality. Away from harm. Away from those who made it a life goal to destroy his and his loved ones' lives.

Unfortunately for Dick, he would be woken up from his first peaceful sleep in a long time to the sound of tools being used on his car, and a trashy Mexican hip-hop song playing on another car's radio. His eyes were clearly tired, and the bags under them cemented that fact. "Ugh… what the fuck?" He managed to grumble. He wasn't in the mood for what was going on, not now, not ever. He already knew what was going on: some idiots were trying to jack his car.

He stumbled out, hungover from the previous night's annual 'get-drunk' fest, and saw exactly what he was expecting: Mutants. Just a couple of guys from the age of fifteen to twenty-two who liked to rob people, scare them, and make the days of others worse. This particular group of Mutants consisted of a couple of guys, all of them looking roughly in their twenties, who were using power tools to try and take the tires off of his vehicle.

"Uh, guys?" The Mutants almost immediately stopped what they were doing, and looked at the wethered, hungover, and clearly tired old man standing in front of them. "Those are chrome-plated lugs, you're gonna need to strip them for parts." Dick said matter-of-factly. The younger men were unintimidated by his deep voice, and tall stature. Some of them even laughed at him, a bit.

"Honestly, no one's gonna pay to ride-" Dick was stopped mid-sentence when one of the thugs pulled out a shotgun and blasted him in the abdomen, knocking the older man to the ground. "Pendejo." One of the Mutants, the one that shot him, said. "Qué puta." And they proceeded to make an attempt to steal the tires off the car.

Dick was fortunate he wore a bulletproof vest underneath his suit coat and dress shirt every night, in case of situations like the one he was dealing with. The impact of the bullet still hurt like Hell, though. "Oh, shit." He managed to groan.

Then, he mustered up any strength he had left, and started to get up, surprising the carjackers, who backed away once again.

"Guys, seriously, you don't wanna do this." He said, before reaching inside his belt for his bo staff, only to find an empty bottle of booze. "Damn it. Did I really leave the staff back at-" He was unable to finish his thought, as he was attacked by one of the Mutants, who smashed a lead pipe into the right side of his face, knocking him over a little.

He was then attacked by another Mutant, who came at him by hitting him in the chest with the butt of his shotgun. A third attacker came at him with a knife, but Dick managed to catch him off balance by kicking his left foot, knocking the attacker down to the ground. A fourth attacker came at him, this time taking Dick on hand-to-hand. Dick managed to counterattack most of the Mutant's moves, knocking him backwards, but it was when he aimed his handgun at the car that Dick got legitimately worried.

"NO! Not the car!" As the Mutant started shooting, Dick got in front of where he was aiming at, and took two bullets for the car, one in the leg, the other near his stomach. The bullets slowed Dick down, giving the Mutants the advantage to beat him down. The Mutant that had shot him earlier whacked him to the ground with his gun, while the others started kicking him and beating him with their crowbars and pipes. They yelled orders at one another, such as "get him", or "fuck him up".

Then, one of the Mutants kicked Dick over, causing the others to start kicking his back and sides. And the final straw for Dick came when the Mutant wielding the shotgun hit him in the head with the front of his gun. As the Mutant began to cock his shotgun, Dick let out a loud, angry, and fierce growl, as he grabbed the beer bottle he dropped on the ground when he was hit with a lead pipe earlier, and smashed it into the poor slob's face, causing him to fire his weapon at the car.

"Motherfuc-" Dick growled angrily, as another Mutant tried to hit him with the gun, to which Dick broke his wrist, flipped him over, and kicked him square in the chest. He then broke the nose of the Mutant with the lead pipe, snatched it from his hands, and beat him in the face and legs with it. For his final trick, Dick knocked down the Mutant with the knife, who was trying to attack him from behind, and only with one hit of his right fist.

Brutally beaten, but still conscious, the Mutants finally got the memo, scrambled into their van, and began to drive off, but not before Dick threw a crowbar at the front window of the van. He watched them drive away, until they were out of sight.

It wasn't until that point that he began to contemplate the way he had beaten those idiots. On the one hand, they attacked and provoked him, when he hadn't really threatened them, so they kind of deserved it. But did they really deserve to get beaten in the way that he would have beaten Slade? Brother Blood? Or even the Joker?

No longer wanting to think about it, Dick took the tools that were still attached to his tire off, made his way to the front seat, put his key into the ignition, and drove to a nearby hospital. "I wonder how I'm gonna explain this to a doctor." The former superhero, now 46 years old, sporting long, graying hair and a bushy beard, thought to himself.

Author's Note: Thank you all for reading, please leave a review, and, as always, take care, and I'll see you next time!