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Chapter 1
On the outskirts of Metropolis in a decent sized manor, the music of a piano wafted out. Seated at the piano was a little boy with wavy blond hair, startling green eyes, and sporting black jeans, a light blue t-shirt, and white sneakers.
However, despite the fact that he was couldn't have been more than 7 years old, his fingers skillfully flowed over the keys, playing songs that only a master musician could ever hope to play.
On the sofa across from him, sat a lovely woman, with hazel locks and sharp blue eyes. She was decked in white leggings, and a white detective like coat. At the sound of a door opening and closing quietly, she swivelled her head back to see a boy, around 11, with blond hair and blue eyes. Following closely behind him was a girl, around 10, with blue eyes and surprisingly natural white hair.
Both were sneaking up behind the focused pianist, then with a shout, they tackled him in a tickle assault. The woman having anticipated this, simply shook her head, and turned to smile at her approaching husband, who shared the same looks as their daughter.
"Grant! Rose! Leave Joey alone and go change out of your taekwondo uniforms", the woman scolded the kids.
"Cmon Addie, they were only playing", the man, Addie's husband, defended.
"Fine", Addie sighed. "But please Slade, try be home earlier tonight. It worries me when you come home late."
Giving only a reassuring smile, Slade grabbed a duffel bag, then once again took his leave. Taking the cue, Grant and Rose scurried upstairs to change, leaving Addie to gather her papers and Joey to slide onto the sofa.
"Alright Joey, Grant and Rose are babysitting you while daddy and I are working. So remember to listen to your older siblings and be in bed by 9", Addie told her youngest son.
Joey obediently nodded, accepting the quick hug from his rushing mother. Seconds after the door had closed behind her, his two older siblings raced down the steps, both wearing jeans, but Grant had a grey hoodie with converse, and Rose had a black hoodie with boots.
"So my fellow troublemakers...LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" Grant shouted popping out a soda bottle.
A couple of soda bottles, chip bags, candy wrappers, and movies later, Joey lay asleep with Rose and Grant frozen in a staring contest. Finally after 2 excruciatingly painful minutes, Rose sat back in triumph.
"Ha! I win! I get to tuck in Joey while you have to cleanup the mess", Rose whisper-sang.
"Hmph. You don't have shove it in my face", Grant muttered.
Carefully, Rose scooped up her little brother and carried him to his room. As she pulled the blanket over his small form, she couldn't help but think of how young he looked when he was asleep. When he played professional music or made his expert artwork, she would sometimes forget that he was barely seven.
Sighing, she gently closed the door, then descended down the staircase. Suddenly a crash sounded in the living room. That was where Grant was! Not bothering to keep quiet, she thundered down the steps to see Grant facing off against a ninja like figure. Using the element of surprise to her advantage, she nailed the ninja with a flying kick, courtesy of her father.
Grant locked eyes with her for only a second when the windows exploded. Both Wilsons were sent flying backwards into the rubble as a man stepped in front of them. His costume had a black top, a red belt, light blue leggings, long red boots, and a silver cowl that covered his head and his right arm.
A terrified shout followed by crash that resonated from upstairs, had Grant and Rose alert and at the ready. One of the costumed man's goons came forward holding a small struggling form, his gloved hand over the younger's eyes.
"The kid was being difficult and he has some sort of weird, freaky control powers he can use when he looks at you", the goon holding Joey captive informed.
Grant and Rose barely suppressed their panic at the fact that some strangers now knew about their little brother's powers.
"Good work everyone. Now load them up and do not let any of them escape", the costumed man informed his goons before turning to the Wilson kids. "Now don't even think about trying anything. And during your stay with us, you may call me Jackal."
So this is my first story, and sorry if teen titans is getting kinda old, but this idea has been floating around my head for forever. So please please please review.