Ok so I'm redoing this story and I have a plan! Yay! This is to be an eight chapter story (if all goes according to plan) and will have a fitting conclusion(at least in my mind). I will stick to my outline (hopefully) and please feel free to comment on how you hate this story whether it be because of the OC. Or the fact that it might be a little OOC. Or that it's totally away from comic history.
I would also like to point out that I own nothing but the plot and the OC. And I guess the blame. Enjoy!
In Black and White
The Cold War was a time of Death and Fear. Though no battle fields filled with bodies came from this war many still died. It was a long war which only ended when a Man finally stood up and ended it.
Chapter One
Am I evil?
Robin lay looking up in to the bleakness of his tan ceiling. Sweat pooled at his brow and all over his body. The summer moon's rays poured through his window making his sweat tiny diamond beads. The air was thick with humidity. The air conditioner lay ruined on the roof of Titans tower as a consequence of a battle that morning. Robin closed his eyes and inhaled.
It was nights like this that caused the dream to come. Ever since puberty on hot muggy nights he'd dream. Dream of a woman the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. It was always the same; she'd be on the bed only her wavy blond hair covering her. She'd be one her chest looking up at him with her deep green eyes. In her mouth a smoking cigarette she'd blow a smoke ring and smile. Her hand would run down his bare chest. With another smoke ring she'd lean close to his ear and whisper something.
At that moment he'd always wake up. No other soul knew of his dreams. He hesitated at the idea of telling someone after all most would just say he was having a wet dream of sorts. Thinking of the dream triggered the need to pull off his shirt. Robin let out another sigh. He really hoped he'd dream of the woman again. The boy closed his eyes and began to dream.
The dream was there but this time it was clearer and in some weird twist in black and white. Robin saw the furnishings were the style of late sixties early seventies. He smelled the cigarette and found that he too was smoking. Like before his beauty ran her hand across his chest and she whispered in his ear. But this time he knew what she was saying.
"Wake up Gray." Her voce whispered in his ear. "Wake up if you want to live."
Robin's eyes flashed open above him he saw a man sanding with a gun pointed at his chest. Robin rolled out of the bullets path just as it plunged into his bed. The man smiled his black skin pulling taught over rock hard muscles.
"I heard you were fast Gray." He pointed his gun at Robin. "But I also herd you weren't as fast as a bullet."
Two more shots fired off into the night. Robin dodged them ease. His body was moving on its own accord in the summer heat. Robin's mind had stopped working. It only regained control when the man had stopped. Robin felt sick the man had stopped because in Robin's hands was the man's heart still warm.
Robin stumbled back and dropped the organ. He looked to the door and saw the Titans looking in, their faces filled with shock and horror.
Slade walked through his lair stripped of most of his body armor. He was sweating bullets the sweat trickled down his back. God he heated the heat. Why the hell did the air conditioning have to break at the hottest time of the summer? Every fucking year? He turned a corner and found himself at the receiving end of twenty pistols and rifles.
Slade rolled his eyes. It was just going to be one of those nights.
Ok so this chapters shorter than the original but I think it tells the story better. Please leave me your comments! You know I live off them!