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Prologue
A sunny day contrived to mock the five teenage superheroes as they fought in the gritty neighborhood of Jump City's Grid Row. It was the fifth major gang bust since the chaos that No Face had created two months ago, two months of some of the grittiest, dirtiest, most desperate fighting that they had ever undergone in their lives. Sure, gang members were not super powered, but they were desperate, and that alone made them almost more dangerous than some of the super villains that the Teen Titans had faced. Eventually, the Teens, and their police allies, emerged victorious.
"Automatic weapons, armor, good grief, what are we fighting, spec ops?" asked Beast Boy with a sigh.
"We should be glad they aren't," answered Raven, "a little training and organization and they could be an even greater threat." Beast Boy shivered a little at that, they were tough enough all ready.
"Well, it don't matter, because we kicked butt!" hollered Cyborg, always the optimist.
"Yes, but don't let it go to your head. We must be careful and train so that no one gets hurt," interjected Robin.
"Yes friends, victory is ours," added Starfire, clapping her hands at their victory over yet another vicious gang that had plagued Jump City since No Face had thrown the city into chaos. Beast Boy wondered where No Face had run off to; the Titans hadn't heard from him, nor had any surrounding counties or cities reported anything like him. Still, he had a pretty common MO: kill using whatever was handy. Beast Boy thought about him almost everyday, and was wondering if it was becoming an obsession. Still, he rationalized to himself, No Face almost unleashed the Beast inside me and almost killed me. It was normal to wonder what had happened to the guy who almost killed you.
"Beast Boy, are you alright?" asked Raven with a hand on his shoulder. He smiled at her; they had been going out ever since No Face had shot him, and he couldn't be happier.
"Yeah, Raven, I'm fine." After he said this, he saw a police officer walk up to Robin.
"You should see this, all of you." They followed the officer into an abandoned warehouse next to the gang's hideout. The first thing they noticed was the smell—it was the unmistakable smell of death and decay. The officer pointed to something on the wall: there, hanging on the wall like a trophy, was a skinned corpse. All the Titans gagged upon seeing it. However, it was what was under the skin that truly shocked them. There, written in blood, was a message: "Embrace the darkness."
This the sequel to Dark Superman. I intend for it to be darker than its predecessor. As usual, all the disclaimers about canon are issued, I am the author and thus, I have some creative license. However, I will try to stay as true as I can. Hope that you enjoy the story. Reviews are appreciated.