A/N: Hey y'all, this story is based off of chapter two of my story From The Tower. It should make sense, even if you don't read it, though I recommend you do. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own six stories and the voices that helped me write them, but I don't own the Teen Titans.
Richie huffed as he set down a cardboard box marked 'TT' in black ink. He glared at his older sister Nightstar as he sat down. "You know, having super-strength and all, you could've carried that, Mar'i."
"You didn't ask," Nightstar retorted, sitting next to her brother. "and I offered, but you said you could carry it, so don't blame me."
"Whatever." Richie rolled his eyes. "Let's just open this. Do you have the scissors?" The box was one they had found while they were cleaning the basement. Their parents said it was stuff from when they were teenagers and allowed them to take upstairs and open it.
Nightstar brandished a pair of orange scissors, cut the tape keeping the box closed, and opened it. The first thing on top were two yellow circle shaped things with a T on the top.
"What are these?" Richie asked, taking one out of the box.
"I don't know," replied Nightstar, who was examining the other one. "It looks like an old-fashioned cellphone." The next object was a yellow belt with many compartments.
"Throwing stars!" He said, taking two red ones from the belt.
"Look at this," Nightstar commented, pulling out a newspaper - the Jump City Star to be exact. The headline say in bold letters "New Hero Group Named Teen Titans Are Formed." Turning it around, she read, "After the alien invasion Thursday, the mayor is proud to announce that the teenagers who stopped it are forming a team - Teen Titans - and they plan on building their headquarters here in Jump City. Corporations such as Star Labs, and Wayne Industries donate their services to the five heroes."
"Doesn't Grandpa Bruce run Wayne Industries?" Richie asked, taking the newspaper from his sister.
"Yeah," Then it dawned on her. "That means Grandpa Bruce funded the Teen Titans!"
"Your Grandpa was very helpful to the Teen Titans." The brother and sister jumped, then looked up to see their parents - Dick and Koriand'r - sitting on the other side of the box. Dick reached over and picked up one of the yellow things with a T on it. "Remember this, Star?"
Koriand'r giggled and nodded, "Yes."
"What are those?" Nightstar asked while her brother continued to read the newspaper.
"They're communicators," Dick answered. "And old ones too. You're mother and I haven't used these in over thirteen years."
"Wow."
"Hey, Mom, this looks like you!" Richie turned the newspaper around and pointed to the picture below the headline. It was a picture of the Teen Titans, but the one he was pointing to was a tall, thin girl with orangish skin, dark red hair and green eyes. She was wearing a purple shirt that cut off at the stomach, a purple miniskirt, purple knee-high boots, and gray gauntlets with a green gem in the back of the hands.
"It does," She agreed, observing the picture. "Perhaps because it is me." Richie and Nightstar both gaped at their mother.
"No way!" "You were a superhero?!" They said at the same time.
Dick laughed. " Your mother and I both were part of the Teen Titans." He dug through the box and pulled out a mask. "The boy right there was me."
"That boy was the leader," Koriand'r added.
The sibling shared a look, then Nightstar grabbed the other communicator. "So does this thing work?" She asked.
It was the parents' turn to share a look. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to see," Dick said. He flipped the communicator open and pressed a button. The communicator started beeping, as did the one Nightstar was holding, causing her to drop it in surprise.
"It works!" Koriand'r announced.
A/N: And a cliff-hanger! How was that? Did I keep Robin and Starfire in character? Reviewers will get a cookie and a hug!