Hey, guys! Finally, after months of finding out, I finally know how to get a new password. Seriously! I usually use the `mobile way`. Main reason why I can`t get it. Also thanks for randomle26 to help me for it.
So this is my first fanfic so cut me some slack, though I do have experience and get good or high grades in composition, and Ms Roberts, my English teacher said I had writing talent. She even chose me for the poetry competition. (I`m not bragging, in case you think about it. I`m just saying.)
Conclusion: About an academy and a robxrae fic. I even added some other powers of some…'familiar' students. This is The Justice League being the teachers and stuff. The location thing would be just like Young Justice, in my own way (, 24-hour timing).
Not good with summaries because I have no idea of where my 'compass' is pointing to. So, let`s see how it goes, shall we?
Hope my title wasn`t so bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the Justice League and whatsoever. I just own the plot.
Midnight. Most people would be asleep, especially for Gotham City. It was perfect for everything. Robbing, murdering, drug dealing, etc. Anything that comes to mind. You name it, that`s it.
But for some unknown reason, it has become quiet. Strange thing is, The Bat was not the one doing it. It was someone else.
Wayne Manor: 00:13, 5th July
Billionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne, who is also Batman, sat quietly on his leather chair in the living room, reading the Gotham Gazette. Eyebrows scrunched and knitted, it was obvious that his mind was on something…important on the paper.
"Hey, Bruce? How`s my paperwork for the academy enrolment?"
The question snapped him out of his trance. "It`s been sent to The League."
"Penny for your thoughts, Master Bruce?" asked a British accented voice. It was Alfred, the butler.
"Oh, nothing, Alfred. Just…got caught in one of the news," said Bruce.
"You mean, the news with the girl-'Shadowed Bird Saves Citizens Again' (*1)?" asked Richard Grayson, adopted son of the billionaire, who was playing a car racing game.
"How`d you know that?" "It`s on the cover page and I took a peek at it. You`ve also been obsessed to it more, lately," he said without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Yes. The thing it interests me most is that it seems that every time it appears, it appears as a bird in ghost or solid form and it melts to the floor after its job is finished." "And to be accurate, sir, it looks just like a raven," said the butler, pointing to the picture of the bird in its solid form.
"Plus, it has weird red-slitted eyes." "No wonder, I`ve been having more time playing video games. Gotta thank it for that."
"Suit up, Richard. We got to go patrol."Bruce Wayne stood; ready to go to The Batcave.
He was nearing to the door of leaving the living room. He stopped and turned on his heels.
"Aren`t you coming?" "Give me a sec. I just have half a lap to go to get a new record." said Richard, muscles tensed.
Bruce sighed, shaking his head, and waited for him to finish his game.(*2) I wish I never bought him this game. He inwardly groaned, regretting giving him his birthday present.
The Batmobile on roads of Gotham City: 00:19, 5th July
"Since it`s doing the work for us, why patrol?" said Robin, who was Richard in the costume.
"To see if we can catch her 'in the act' or work on things she hasn`t spotted," said Batman.
"Like that one?" he pointed, just as he saw a zip of black and red.
And with that Batman accelerated the car and followed the red and black.
The skies or alleyway or rooftops of Gotham: 00:21, 5th July
The bird flew to the place where it felt a petrified presence. In an alley. Typical.
It shrunk in size, perched onto a horizontal pole (*3) and sat quietly, hidden, crimson eyes narrowed.
From where it perched, it could see a couple being cornered by four armed gangsters. With its keen bird hearing ability, it can conclude to one thing. The gangsters wanted the girl from the man and rape her.
Unbeknownst to her, Batman and Robin watched her from a distance.
When the leader of the group raised a gun at the man, the bird increased in size while flying down, just in time to protect the couple.
The bullets merged into the bird`s body and came out of the body once more, only to be twisted, smashed, flattened or rusted (*4). This surprised everyone, at the strength of this bird. The bird looked at the couple. It tilted and turned its head, signalling them to run off. They did.
The leader and Men 1,2 and 3 (*5) prepared to shoot at the bird once more, or some went to clobber it. Before they could move one more inch, the bird flew up. Its talons duplicated two more, forming into four, and lashed out. It sent red electricity to the men and electrocuted them to unconsciousness. It conjured up a black string and tied the men up.
It flew to the rooftop of a building, which happened to be the one Robin and Batman were watching her from.
It suddenly sensed someone else on the rooftop, which it did not know were The Caped Crusader, or The Dynamic Duo some had come to call. It shrieked and squawked, feathers standing, on-guard. That was until they showed themselves up.
"So…, this is the 'shadowed bird'?"asked Robin.
"Alright, show us your normal form, Raven." The bird`s eyes widened.
"Wait a minute! Hold the phone! How`d you know her name is Raven?" "I know this because of research, that only Azarathians can change into animals and are given names named once the animal soul is discovered." Typical Batman. How`d I not even know? He sighed and sweatdropped.
The bird seemed to know the jig was up. It was surrounded in a ball of black with white streaks of light. Soon smoke appeared and there was a shadow of a person.
It stepped out and said monotonously, "Yes, he is correct. My name is Raven. Raven Rachael Roth, an Azarathian."
(*1)This used me 5 minutes. Can you believe it. Just for one newspaper title.
(*2)I know some of you want to say why not Bruce let him just play and go. Well, that would be so cruel.
(*3)Those poles that sometimes hang flags. The same one`s in Tom and Jerry.
(*4)Could they even rust? If it did, you do remember Raven can stop or manipulate time? Well, …
(*5)I don`t know how to call them. Let`s just call it like that, shall we?
Cliffie! Sorry for a short, bad, boring fight. Don`t throw cyber-bananas at me! Its bedtime and I`ve ran out of ideas for now and I have a writer`s block! So what do you think? Good? Bad? R&R!