Events here-in are not related to any real persons or places. I only own Valor, so there.
Teen Titans, Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven, and all other applicable characters/locations/ © DC comics
Valor © myself
The bodies were strewn about haphazardly. They may or may not be dead, but they weren't moving, that was for sure. Vincent looked around, surveying the damage. Very little structural. He went over to a body, checked for a pulse. None. He rolled it over. What he found startled him... The face... It was set in stone terror, but... That smile. He'd heard about this kind of work.
If he were smart, he'd have left then and there. Of course, nobody said he was smart. He clenched his hand tightly, and turned, moving forward. Green energy poured off his fist and his eyes. He would probably lose this fight, but he wasn't afraid. He had power. He had speed. He could feel his pulse in his palm, through his fingertips. That reminded him he was alive.
"Lets go, then, Valor." He told himself, face hidden by that green glow.
"Who're you?" The voice was stern, but youthful. It came from above. "You've got powers? Did you do this?"
He didn't get enough time to respond properly, as a bo staff was brought toward his face. He blocked with an open hand, shield forming between him and the aggressor.
"Do I look like The Joker to you?" Valor asked, irritated. He looked over his foe. "Wait. You're Robin, aren't you? I've heard of you. That means..." He said, before getting tossed aside by a white, concussive blast to the side. He flew into the wall, now coated in green energy. He pushed the rubble aside as he stood, and followed the attack with his eyes.
"The Teen Titans, I take it?" He stood, and saw a pair of lime-colored blasts headed for him. He moved with inhuman speed, out of the way. Robin's shuriken were already aimed at his destination, but Valor simply waved a hand, creating a barrier strong enough to stop them. He frowned, dark energy rising up behind him. He had no time to block, and so had to run again. After he stopped, he realized he'd just been herded into... A Gorilla's fist. He raised both arms, taking the punch well. He still ended up on his back.
"Yeah, I guess I'm right..." Valor concluded, before shaking out his arms. He didn't stop to think, putting up a barrier around himself, anchored into the ground. The green dome was designed to withstand a lot of damage, but let sound through normally. He let Beast Boy pound on it for a moment, before he went over, and glared at the ape. BB backed down almost immediately, that glare piercing his rationality and scaring the Gorilla he'd turned into.
"NOW STOP." Valor yelled, as Cyborg prepared his cannon. He looked out at the group. "I am OBVIOUSLY not the Joker. So, lets work together, and discuss this incident AFTER the one with the joker gas is dealt with, fair?"
"Your name, first, stranger." Robin replied, arms crossed in front of his chest. Valor looked up.
"My real name, or the name I use when I work?" He asked, in rapid return.
"The name you use when you work, then." Robin kept the pace of the conversation brisk.
"Fair. Call me Valor." The man in the green field put forth, concise.
"Valor, then. I'm Robin. The others can introduce themselves later. Lets go."
"I was going with or without your permission." Valor dropped the shield, and started walking. He cast a glance at Beast Boy, and frowned apologetically. The green-skin perked up, and followed along close, offering a hand.
"I'm Beast Boy. Robin's just tense, you know? Especially hard week." BB said, shaking Valor's hand tightly as the taller male grasped his own.
"I can imagine. Taking on someone using Joker Gas without the Bat around? Must be tough. Still, it might not be the real deal." Valor said, facing forward, and moving along the trail of corpses carefully. A third voice joined their conversation soon after.
"Beast Boy, is this person friendly?" The voice was airy, light. But cute enough, Valor supposed. It suited the ginger girl pretty well.
"Yeah, Star. Friendly enough, so far." BB replied, then turned back. "So, where were we?"
"Nowhere, really. Following Robin." Valor suggested, considering the conversation hadn't been headed anywhere.
Time passed. An uncomfortable amount of it, surrounded by these people who'd literally laughed themselves to death. Valor had had just about enough of it, and was quite ready to make it known when the smiley-faced, metal sphere rolled itself into the room. Robin was the first one running, putting distance between himself and the thing, when Valor simply raised one hand, green flaring off his eyes as the sphere was encased in a larger one, this one green. He slowly released his hold on the construct, laying it back down on the ground. It would hold as long as it needed to, this way.
The laughter up ahead wasn't the Joker. It was too... feminine. No more sane, though.
"Duela!" Robin yelled, angry. He stepped forward, shining a light down the hall. The woman there looked toward the light, and smiled terrifyingly. The red hair, and pale white skin made her all the more unsettling. The madness in her eyes was likely the worst of it, though.
"Oh, hello Robin. I figured using Daddy's gas would get you out here quickly." Her voice was like venom dripping straight from the fang. Valor bit back fear, while Beast Boy took half a step back, torn between running and staring.
"Robin, do you know this person?" Starfire asked suddenly, moving to Robin's side. She floated there, eyes glowing green, hands encased in energy.
"Yeah. She's... Dangerous." Robin replied, then looked Duela straight in the eye. "She's also the Joker's Daughter."
"Well, if that's not a kick in the seat." Valor said, then looked at the young woman clad in purple.
The conversation didn't get a chance to continue, as light splashed forth from behind them. Valor turned, and caught a glimpse of the origin. The light rose to blinding before he could raise his hand to block his eyes.
"Seems like you kids have been dealt a bad hand." Another voice chimed in. Valor had just finished blinking the light out of his eyes to see a barrage of cards flying towards himself and the Titans.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" The cards were quickly stopped by a wall of black energy. Valor followed the voice to it's source, and tilted his head. He hadn't noticed her before, but she looked rather... Gloomy.
"Three of you? Cyborg, Raven, take care of Doctor Light. Starfire, Beast Boy, take care of the other one. Valor, you're with me!" Robin barked out orders quickly, making sure all bases were covered and all tactics were considered. By the time he turned back to where Duela had been standing, she'd gone. The others had already gone after their targets, and so Valor looked at Robin, and shrugged.
"What's the worst that could happen, an ambush? Lets go." Valor mused, before starting off cautiously. Robin nodded, and headed along with him. Robin quickly took the lead, running because of the lack of traps. It was, in his opinion, starting to smell like an ambush quickly, but there was no choice. Valor ran alongside, coated in emerald light, showing the way.
They came to a roof green house before long, and ran into the center of it. Grates closed behind them, locking them in. Both leapt away in opposite directions as gunfire rained down where they'd been standing, and they looked for the source. Robin caught sight of him first, standing beside Duela.
"Deathstroke. Why am I not surprised?" Robin asked.
"Who expected you to be surprised, Robin?" Deathstroke replied casually, his tone conversational. He moved the gun toward Robin, who rolled away, behind a tree. Valor moved to help, before being knocked aside by a blast of energy.
"Ah ah. Deathstroke's got business to attend to with the Brat." The massive man appeared to be encased in gold and red metals, and his hands glowed with energy. "So I can't let you interfere."
Valor pushed himself to his feet, only to have them knocked out from under him again by a rocket propelled boomerang. Major Force followed this up by leaping, landing on Valor's back. He screamed.
"Deathstroke! What do you want?" Robin asked from behind cover.
"The death of the Teen Titans. What else?" Slade's voice was dark with hatred. Robin's eyes opened sharply, pushing his mask wide. He pulled out several explosive bird shuriken, tossing them at the wall. He tapped his communicator. "Ttans, we're withdrawing for now. Lets go."
"Valor, lets go!" Robin tossed a handful more explosive Shuriken at Major Force, which were intercepted by boomerangs. Robin looked for the source, and looked at the young man tangled under Major Force.
"This... Is nothing. Go yourself." Valor said, quickly. He twisted his arm, slamming his fist down. Green energy began to emanate from his whole body, as he pushed himself up to Major Force's surprise. Valor let out a roar, and the green energy burst out, knocking Force away. Robin took this as the cue to get out. Slade simply watched, waiting and patient. It did not matter if they died today, he would have his revenge.
Once Valor stood, seeping green energy, he faced Major Force, before turning and dashing toward the exit Robin had made. He covered the distance in half an instant, leaping out, and off the sky scraper's roof. His stomach lurched, and he fell, passing out. Before he hit the ground, he was caught in a field of black energy...