Hello, Fanfiction! I'm maritime-dreamer, and this is my first fanfic. I really would appreciate reviews, editing and help, since I'm very new to fanfic writing. So please, read and enjoy!
The team has disbanded, and every Titan is around the ages 19-21. Tokyo never happened. This is narrated through Dick's point of view. It was meant to be written in 3rd person, but his thoughts popped in way too often, ahaha...
"Well, Dick, looks like another crime-less night." I muttered to myself as I inserted the key into my apartment. With a whine of its cranky hinges, the door swung open to a dark room, forcing me to grope the wall in search of the light switch. The lights slowly flickered on after the 'click', encasing my small room with a yellow glow. I currently reside in a single-room apartment, a small bed tucked into the corner of the room and a tiny TV across from it. Other miscellaneous objects would lay strewn across my tiny room, though I cram as much stuff as I can into the wardrobe that sits next to the TV. I quickly discard my vigilante outfit and pick out a navy blue pair of sweatpants and a plain white shirt to wear.
It was another boring night in Bludhaven, every criminal seems to be either in jail or in a state of hibernation. I had patrolled the city for 5 straight hours, and there was absolutely nothing going on. At least last night was slightly more eventful: an amateur robber had tried to break into the local jewelry store. I made quick work of him, hauling his ass into jail before he could even say 'damn, it's Nightwing!'. I sighed, finally removing my mask with much effort and lying it on the bedside table. At least the lack of crime has given me time to tidy up my room a little. I had not even bothered to unpack anything I had brought from my previous life since I moved in, mainly tossing anything into the wardrobe until it was full. Any criminal would laugh at my sorry little apartment if they ever busted in. The floor, in my opinion, is pretty clean already, so I headed over to the wardrobe.
I knelt down in front of the wardrobe and gingerly opened the shelves, half-expecting my old clothes to jump out at me. Thankfully, nothing happened, though it did take some time to pry the overstuffed shelf out of its position. I looked down at all my old equipment, quickly being hit by a wave of nostalgia. Bird-a-rangs, my old utility belt, I had even managed to cram one of my old Robin outfits into the shelf. As I took the suit out to give it a look-over, something fell out of the pocket, hitting the carpeted floor. I setted aside my costume to pick it up, instantly recognizing my old T-Communicator. I can't help but smile, though the grin quickly dropped when I remembered my promise with Vic.
It had been three years since I had left the Teen Titans and Jump City, wanting to pursue my initial goal of becoming a solo crime-fighter. Jump City was quickly becoming quiet after the defeat of the Brotherhood of Evil, and I heard news of Bludhaven, a crime-infested metropolitan city with no hero to protect it. Of course I was interested in this corrupted city, and I was growing tired of being referred to as just 'Batman's Sidekick'. I left my teammates, but not before being forced into promising to keep the Titans regularly updated on my life by Victor.
I gulped, wondering if the T-Communicator even worked. After all, it has been three years. I pressed the top button, expecting nothing but a blank screen. Surprisingly, the communicator buzzed a little, fuzzy grey static appearing on the screen to eventually show a 20 year old Cyborg. I smiled at the familiar face; he really didn't change a bit. What made me quickly drop my smile again, though, was his attitude. Vic didn't seem happy at all, and he regarded the screen with a sad and rather pleading expression. Hey, Robin. The T-Communicator greeted me in Vic's tired voice. Or should I say Nightwing? A half-hearted chuckle escaped from him, though he quickly regained his morose composure. It's been two years, and I wonder if you've even looked at these messages. I sigh at this statement, almost apologizing to the communicator. Vic shifted slightly, looking quite uncomfortable, starting to speak again. Starfire's – I twitched at her name and my focus seems to sharpen slightly – acting really weird now, and Raven's no longer here to comfort her with 'their girl talk'. Vic air-quoted the last two words. She's going out, coming back late, and- Vic sighed, cutting off his own sentence. Look, all I'm saying is… Come back. Just for a short time, it won't kill ya right? The T-Communicator suddenly made a fizzing sound and turned black, no surprise there. I sat there looking dumbly at the blank screen, Vic's words sinking into me. What was up with Starfire? Wasn't she always the good girl, the one that would always meditate with Rachel, help rebuild the T-Car with Vic and coo over Silkie with Gar? The girl who would always settle disputes between the Titans? The girl who was always by my side, her comforting hand placed on my shoulder? I sigh miserably, remembering those feelings I pushed back whenever we got too close. Attempting to shoo those emotions away, I shifted my focus onto other parts of Vic's message. Why is Rachel gone, did she leave Jump City? Was she… I shook my head, instantly dismissing that awful thought. What Vic had said had made me feel guilty; my overanalyzing mind instantly made me the cause of Starfire's behavior. I groaned when I thought about her again, mentally scolding myself and pushing away the pent up emotions to turn my attention back to the broken T-Communicator. The message was recent, and knowing Vic, there would definitely be more than just one memo from him. I stood up, the task of cleaning up my dingy little apartment being forgotten, now focused on fixing up the T-Communicator.
And that concludes the first chapter. It's going to be a multi-chaptered story. No, I do not know how long it will be. No, it will not be updated on a regular basis, since I've got school and projects to work on. Again, I would appreciate help and reviews. And thank you for reading!
Edit:
Thank you for all the helpful comments so far! And yes, I know. Tenses always confuse me, and I tend to go in one direction and then suddenly change my mind. I'm sorry, and I've corrected as much as I could. Hopefully the next chapter will be better (:
