A New Guardian

A Teen Titans FanFiction by drsonicfan

Opening Notes: Hello again, and thank you for reading on about Dennis and the Titans over in the States. This chapter is continuing on a month since we last left the Dennis and the Titans. Dennis has improved and has trained well with his aura, becoming more skilful with it. The Titans are still feeling unchallenged since their fight with the Brotherhood of Evil, we shall soon see about their lives in a minute. Thank you again, and don't be afraid to write a review of this chapter if you so please.

Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own The Teen Titans or any DC characters, but my own hero belongs to me.


Chapter 2: Preparation


One month later

Dennis walked through the school building to of his other friends, Shaun and Rory heading to their second last class of Wednesday, Spanish. Dennis didn't really need to stay in school any-more. He know knew how to speak fluent Spanish, French and Mandarin, hack in to any network in the planet etc., but. For the sake of not putting anyone in danger, he had to go to school like any other normal teenager. Walking up the stairs he thought about how he going to go about helping everyone, he had to do something. Not wanting to put his family at risk, he decided to use his aura abilities to help create a disguise.

Dennis' appearance had also changed. Dennis used to look a bit skinny, now thanks to aura. He now had pretty big muscles, and amazing stamina. Far past anyone in his year group, maybe even throughout the school. He now knew and mastered 22 martial arts just by looking at them on TV. This was still not enough, if he wanted to protect himself and everyone he cared for. He would need to learn a lot more on how to fight, treat injuries, and know when a crime anywhere was taking place.

He asked his dad on the day of when he first showed him his aura, to ask where the old basement was. When he went down there, it was all dusty and unclean. He renovated it by taking all the dust out, fixing every little piece and making the place look brand the next day. He had been going down there every day to practice with his aura there every day since. He definitely improved. He was able to shield himself from any harm after getting Daniel and Stephen to penetrate the shield with knives, but the knives just bounced of it. He could make flat platforms for him to get on and to walk along, making the platform move with him as he walked.

Dennis needed to do more to help everyone, he needed to become like others. Someone he could try to match, someone like...

"DENNIS! ANSWER THE QUESTION!"

"JESUS CHRIST RORY! Never do that again! You could of just spoke normally. " Dennis said whilst glaring at the dark blonde haired Rory, clutching his chest as if had a heart attack.

"I did. Twice. I even lightly elbowed you the second time but you didn't respond. I asked you, are you going to the Celtic game on Saturday?"

"What where you doing anyway? You didn't seem to notice us right beside you, and went off into your own imaginary world." smiled Shaun. Shaun was similar to Dennis, smaller, but not by too much, his hair was longer than and as black as Dennis'. And he had seen nearly every film that Dennis had. They could pass of as twins.

"I just sort of zoned out. I don't know why, guess I have a lot on my mind. And, no. I can't go to the game this week. I am too busy."

Rory tried to keep the conversation going, "Oh... what is on your mind anyway? Is about our Final Exams next week?"

"Nope, they will be easy. Trust me."

"You are optimistic. But seriously, they will be hard."

Dennis knew everything that he was taught this year and he could not get rid of it. "I beg to differ. Exams for me have certainly gotten easier. I have passed all my module tests, and NAB's since I've turned fifteen... with full marks."

"Aye, that is because you are a fuckin' know-it-all. Especially when it comes to films, TV shows or games." said the comedic Shaun.

Shaun was right though. Dennis remembered anything ever funny or interesting said or seen on TV or film, and knew about every character in a game he liked even before his aura skills. A stand-out characteristic about him, was know one of the lesser many abilities he possessed.

"Did you do the homework, Dennis?" Shaun asked, he never did homework, it was unimportant to him. School was unimportant to him. He was relieved when Dennis nodded and handed his laptop and opened at the last document he did for Spanish.

"Don't copy it word-for-word, as usual." Dennis said to Shaun with the same thing he said every week. It was Shaun's time to nod as they stood outside with the rest of the class the Spanish classroom waiting for the teacher come back wherever she was and open the bastard door.


Later that day at Dennis' house

Dennis was looking at a new form of martial art to him called "Aikido" on YouTube. He saw a few basic moves then, instantly he started copying and performing them on a punching-bag perfectly and started pulling of moves not even shown on the video. He was expertly attacking the punching-bag with precision and like most times, his final kick was too hard, and it launched the punching-bag a few metres from where the chain was held. This was his 23rd martial art that he learned... still nowhere near enough.

"Not again...OK... Enough martial arts today. I guess its time to practice with aura." he told everybody in the lonely, dim basement as he went to retrieve the fallen bag, but still every person in the room heard it. The only person was him.

Re-attaching the bag to the chain at the ceiling with his aura, reminded him how far he has come in the space of a month. His aura was outstanding, in a few days Dennis was only throwing blue spheres to an entire laser that created a huge pathway under most buildings for good long distance, he also managed to cause a miniature earthquake in Glasgow that day. Embarrassing, but luckily no-one was hurt. He did promise to set up guidelines for himself that day with doing aura lasers, which he liked to call an "aura storm" under the rest of the city.

Just as he was about to go into position. An idea popped into his head. It was important.

Dennis quickly created a sphere in his hands, and then held it only in his right hand and stopped making it grow. He brought it up to his face and also brought his other hand to the sphere again. He started by putting his hand on the sphere and he started to changing the shape of the sphere into a more blob-shaped form.

After ten minutes of work on the object that used to be a sphere, he turned it into a face. This wasn't anyone's face, not even his own. This face was smooth when looked at, it shined because of the light coming down from the bare bulb on the ceiling of the basement, it also had lines around the sides to tell which parts of the face they were. In the middle, there were these dots going in the way and above and below the tiny craters, there were these little balls that seemed two create two lines on the top and oval shapes beneath them which above the craters, and below the craters was another line of balls, but this one was more straight than the ones above the ovals.

He then motioned his free left hand upwards, opening the door up to the upper world. He moved his hand over a little to the right still not looking upwards, but his eyes were closed and his mind was at the third floor at the house, near his parent's room. He went near some paper, and took control of one blank sheet which was now covered in the waves of light blue, or if you saw it when you were not in Dennis' mind looking at the rest of the house, but witnessing it for yourself awake, you would see the paper highlighted with blue. He quickly carried the paper to the kitchen and motioned over a drawer near the kettle which opened and school equipment appeared when the drawer came out. He motioned over a recently sharpened pencil and grabbed it too. He then went to the utility room where square of dim light was on the floor of the room. He went down and back in to Dennis' body still holding the face.

Dennis opened his eyes, still focused on the face. He motioned the pencil over the paper and and made sure it made contact with it before he made a swaying motion with his left hand, which made the pencil draw something on the paper in mid-air, making sure it didn't brake through the paper. After waiting while he let his right hand go and he saw the face disappear into thin air. He took the paper and saw what was made.

It was the same face he made with his aura.

"This would make a pretty good disguise." he mumbled to himself as he was carrying the paper upstairs to the utility room and closed the door behind him.

"Dennis, dinner is read..." his mum was cut-off before she could finish, as he walked into the kitchen.

"I sensed it was downstairs. Now... what are we having?"


The next day at school

"Well, yo mama is so fat, her part-time job is a wrecking ball!" Dennis said in comeback to Jason's "yo mama". Narciso, Dan and Shaun all laughed just like every time they said one of their jokes.

He may have been a metahuman but he was still a teenager.

"Yo mama...is...is...eh... heh-heh. Ah, fuck." Jason finally gave up.

"I WIN AGAIN BITCH!" Dennis prided his victory in-front of the pissed-off Jason

"That..is ..plenty." Jason smiled at Dennis. The rude Scottish phrase to tell people to shut up was the bane of Dennis' existence. For some reason, it never got old to Scots.

Suddenly, Jason was grabbed and was forced on to the lockers like what Dan did to him a month ago. The joy of winning was replaced by full-blown anger on Dennis' face.

"I've had enough of that. I don't want to hear you ever use that phrase again Jason! Do I make myself clear."

Narciso put an arm on his friend's shoulder, "Whit' is wrong with you?! He just said "That's plenty" why are going on crazy on him?" Dennis started to calm down. He let Jason go, who then slid to the ground with fear on his face.

"I'm sorry Jason. Its...just... eh... I've been... thinking lately." Dennis apologised to Jason in a stutter which Jason could barely hear.

"You been thinking on how you're gonna take him up the arse?" Said the familiar, obvious, annoying, cocky voice.

Dennis turned round and stood there was the smiling pale faggot of which Dennis saw. Dennis saw a pale-skinned, same height as him, light-browned hair (which looked like he bought a gel factory). Dennis hated him. He was a twat to him.

"We are not in the mood for your bullshit Malcolm, so just go back to the little hole you crawled out of, and die you cock-sucking transvestite!" Dennis ordered the guy who took the piss out of him every day since he joined the school.

"Fantastic insult... now what was the thing you said about shagging Jason?"

"What part of "We are not in the mood for your bullshit" did you not get, or was that too complicated for your tiny brain to understand?"

"Shut up, I'm way smarter than you, prick. I am a fucking God when it comes to biology!"

"Explain how you failed your last bio module test then and how I past with full marks. Hmm... I'm waiting."

"Because you cheated. You had your laptop in the exam..."

"It was a multiple-choice test which I did on paper. Seriously, why are you even here? I don't like you, my friends don't like you, your parents don't like you, no-one likes you. I'll tell you: you are here because Satan sent you here to piss us off."

"At least I didn't have a girlfriend from Italy, who you'd never seen."

"What. I can't talk to a girl online without everyone saying I went out with her. Seriously, grow up!"

Everyone in the locker area was standing watching the argument, in anticipation of seeing someone get really pissed-off and lashing out. The room became so quiet that even a single breathe could be heard. The two boys stared each other down, Malcolm's dirt brown eyes met Dennis' grey-blue eyes, they looked like they were going to shoot laser out of their eyes.

"You are telling me to grow up when you just had a "yo mama" fight with your boyfriend." The paler of the two shouted.

"We do it for a laugh, and yes I'm telling you to grow up."Dennis spoke in a more calm voice, so that it looked like he wasn't being offended by Malcolm.

"I'M OLDER THAN YOU!"

"Malcolm, I'm 15, you are 14. Hmm, young and stupid. Clearly, this is why you are losing the argument."

Malcolm was getting pissed-off to the point where he was about to explode, but for some reason he calmed down and smiled in a devious way.

"Oh, by the way. Tell your sister left the money under pillow."

Lots of "Oooh's" and whispers were going on in the crows about the comment and what will happen next.

It was now Dennis' turn to change.

His cheeky smile slowly faded into a hate-fuelled face, his sister was only 11, he may have had arguments with her in the past, and thought she could be bitchy, he cared for her. "You are asking for a fight."

"I do Jiu-jitsu what do you do?"

"If you do it if you say you do..." he motioned his palm towards him like it would stretch forever, "Then you show me, and throw the first punch."

"Gladly." Malcolm said charging forward.

He jumped in the air and kicked forward, which Dennis moved to the side to avoid. He landed then took a moment to stand up and then lunged forward with punches, which Dennis easily ducked and weaved through.

Malcolm unleashed a few kicks which Dennis either pushed the legs back down onto the ground or simply moved backwards. Dennis was near the circle of bodies when Malcolm ran and him, in the last second he realised Dennis was no longer there, but to the side.

Dennis moved over to the centre of the ring created by the students of the school and started laughing at Malcolm's desperate attempts to hit him once. "Yep, you sure know your Jiu-jitsu." Malcolm was pushed back into the ring by Dan and Narciso after falling over Shaun and a few other people. He was filled with rage and was quickly tired with all the attempts to hit Dennis.

Malcolm rushed forward yet again, and his left hand came in. Dennis caught it and held it over near his free hand. He then threw his right his right hand the same way with his left hand, and like before, Dennis caught it and held both arms crossed over like the flag's Saltire. Malcolm brought up his leg to knee Dennis were stopped every other time, Dennis brought his leg behind the rising leg and both legs were now like a helter-skelter.

Everyone was shocked at the how fast these punches and kick came in, and yet Dennis blocked them as if it were in slow motion.

"This is the part where you fall over." Dennis whispered into his opponent's ear.

Dennis brought Malcolm forward then back the way, he let go and watched Malcolm fall over. He rolled over until he rolled back on to his feet. He gloated looking down to see if he legs felt fine, "That was your attack, that barely did anyt... Oh shii..." Malcolm looked up to see Dennis already right in front of him.

Dennis charged at Malcolm and brought his both palms forward flat-out into the same way he would release one of his spheres. But no sphere came.

Dennis' palms connected with Malcolm's face, he felt blood on his palms and the feeling a weak body bit go off to the side. Malcolm flew back and rolled more violently then a few seconds before. Luckily no person was in the way of Malcolm's path. He came to a stop halfway where the crowd broke into a line. Malcolm was turning and twisting on the ground, holding his face as it was in pure agony.

Dennis walked over, knelled down and inspected Malcolm's injuries: "Dearie, dearie me." he said sarcastically, "Definitely a broken nose, and a pool of blood is forming around you, ouch!"

"Come on, I'll take you to the nurse's office." he extended his arm towards him, which was grabbed almost instantly by the injured combatant.

He looked up and everyone in the crowd had shocked expressions. Dennis just took a guy out with one hit and wasn't even trying, whilst Malcolm was.

Dennis had to get something across to everyone, "All of you, listen up. What you all saw just now... never happened. What really happened was that..."

"Malcolm was walking along this corridor when one of these classroom doors was opened and he collided with it."

"If I hear a story going around that I bet this cock-sucker up..." he looked around the room very seriously.

"Then be sure, that I will find you and do the exact same thing to Mr. Fuckwit right here..."

"I don't care who you are, what gender you are, how old you are. I'll make sure this never gets repeated... ever again." He then turned round and started to exit the locker area and make the journey to the nurse's office in the building across the road.

Leaving behind him a trail of little reds dots and two tiny lakes of blood behind him.


Jump City, East End of the city

The security system was off and hundreds of dollars were being stuffed into an Nike sports bag. Why didn't he ever do this before.

Billy Stewarts was 41 and he was getting low wages at his job of being a chemistry teacher at West Jump Academy High School. He was divorced and had trouble paying off taxes and loans.

That was why he was in this pawn shop. He stuffed about $5000 maybe $6000 dollars into the bag.

"This is so fun... I'm getting richer by the grab. How come I never thought about doing this before?"

"I don't know? You tell me." said a red figure that just appeared through the front door of the shop.

"Noooww I remember." said the now scared teacher.

Robin looked him up and down. Barely a threat. His lumpy figure would be no match for a teenager who kept in shape daily, and knew over 100 martial arts.

"Can't you just give me a break? …..All I want is to live in a life luxury, and be... surrounded by beautiful chicks... Not struggling to pay off loans and taxes and... to be surrounded by students five days a week." he struggled to get the words out of his mouth as he was half scared to death, and the other half was trying to tell the Red Crusader his ambitions as tears welled in his eyes.

"I just want to go be rich and be able to go on vacation to places like the Caribbean."

"There's one place I can guarantee you will be going tonight."

"Jail? NO! I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE MY LIFE RUINED BY SOME TEENAGE PUNK!"

Billy started to run towards the window near the door where Robin was standing, watching. He kept his momentum going and leaped.

He never felt contact with glass.

What he did feel contact with was, on the last second, a rope went around his waist a few times and then jerked him backwards on to the wooden floor.

The out-of-shape man flopped on to the floor, and then violently moved around, desperately trying to get free.

"NO! NO! ALL I WANT IS FOR A FRESH START! WHY CAN'T YOU ALLOW ME THAT!" he started to cry.

A little ball rolled towards him, in a few seconds it opened up and released misty grey smoke. Billy looked up to see Robin had a gas mask on. It could have only been to things: knock-out or sleeping gas.

"NO! NOO! Let me go." he slowly drifted off into his realm of sleep.


Rooftops, ten minutes later

The red figure watched as a police officer had the former-teacher in handcuffs and his partner reported in. They both got in the car and drove off only a moment later.

"This was too easy. One of the easiest I've ever done."

The red figure pondered about what Billy said earlier " All I want is to live in a life luxury".

He thought on for a while, then came to a sad conclusion.

"When people commit crimes, it is for two reasons: personal gain in wealth, or to help or save a loved one and do it out of sadness or other emotions. Whilst, this man did actually commit a crime he could become richer,"

"I can't help feel sorry for him. The man hasn't got a break in life and now he has got to extremes to get that. Few criminals are like him. People will consider him as a common criminal scum by tomorrow, but." Robin struggled to find the right words.

"I think he is just a... tortured soul. Poor fella'. I do hope you one day get that break in life Mr. Stewarts, but for now. Look and think deeply what you should do with your life when you are in prison." He turned round and pointed his grapple gun up to the taller apartment building next to the building he was on just now.

Once it got a firm grip on the side, he pressed the button and he was carried along by the wire so he could return to his job.

The city still needed him.


Titans Tower

The golden sun started to slowly make it's way up through the dark, miserable skies that covered the night. The sun meant that the city was safe for another day. They needed him no longer.

Robin was coming in from his shift and like usual, he always entered from the rooftops if he was ever doing a night-shift so he could see the day's protector come out. It always made him smile when he saw the golden, shining symbol of peace.

He entered the elevator to take him down to the lobby. In the ten second journey he thought back to a few hours earlier, he still was thinking over what the troubled man had said. It reminded him that criminals were still human.

It pained him that he would now go and type up and try to call this guy a thug.

The doors opened to the sparkling lobby. Everything was clean, spotless and was taken with special care so that it showed that the Titans weren't just like every other teenagers. They had to set an example so that they would be looked up to.

Robin took his eye-mask off and placed it in his utility belt. He wasn't Robin any longer, he was now Dick. Just plain normal Dick.

He stopped off near the kitchen part of the lobby, where he got out: a bowl, a spoon, a bottle of milk and a big box of Cornflakes. Nothing ideal, but he knew that he wouldn't be getting to sleep until near midnight tonight. This would keep him going for now.

Today was going to be a long day.

He poured the Cornflakes into the bowl, then the milk, pondering over what to type up in his shift report. He began his journey from the kitchen all the way to the giant monitor screen. Still lost in his imagination. Only for it to be interrupted by a gentle, sweet, innocent voice.

"Good morning, Robin. Your shift went well, yes?" Stood in the doorway was the beautiful figure of the Tamaranian princess, Koriand'r. Or as she was more commonly known by the public, Starfire.

Dick turned round to see his girlfriend in all her beauty. "Morning, Kori..." said Dick before breaking into a yawn, "Yeah. My shift went fine, nothing special, just about to right my report... Why are you up so early?"

"I have been feeling that something is not right. That I have been ignored."

"Yeah. I've been feeling the same way. I feel that the Titans haven't fought anyone decent since the we stopped the Brotherhood of Evil a few months back. And now, with so many new Titans joining us. It will be like this for a long time." he said in agreement with his girlfriend.

She walked forward towards Dick and she saw the outlines of his eyes were showing signs of tiredness, and something more...

His facial expression showed the same thing.

"Robin is something bothering you?"

"Kori. Just call me Dick, we are in a relationship together, you can me by my real name in here. No-one will find it out. Just call me Robin in the battlefield." He said too quickly in response to her message. He didn't mean to be rude, he clearly didn't like to talk about it.

"Rob... I mean Dick." she was still getting used to calling him by his first name. "Something is upsetting you. Please tell me, I am here for you."

Dick finished up his bowl of cereal and placed it on the side next to the keyboard and mouse. Dick tried to avoid it and looked his girlfriend in the eyes but...

Her eyes were just so gorgeous that it hypnotised you into telling her what she needed to know. He sighed, "There was a man I stopped earlier tonight."

"Like you do every night."

"Yeah, but... I felt... sorry for him. He was a poor soul."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... he wanted to start over and get away from the sorrows that filled him before in this life he lived. He said to me, "All I want is to live in a life luxury, and be surrounded by beautiful chicks. Not struggling to pay off loans and taxes and to be surrounded by students five days a week. It really got to me."

"I came to a conclusion that he was a tortured soul. Few criminals are like him, Kori. He may have done the crime for himself except he was desperate."

His girlfriend seemed to understand. She came ever so closer to him, "Dick, you did do the right thing. He has to serve punishment for what he has done, but he will learn from these mistakes and hopefully he can come back with people putting in their behind."

Dick let out a little laugh, "Kori... the term is "putting it behind them"."

"Oh... so what I have said must be rude, is it not?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter." Dick brought Kori in for a passionate kiss which seemed to last an eternity. Dick finally broke free of his girlfriend's tender lips and smiled to her, "Thanks Kori. You have been a great help."

"You are most welcome. Come let us do this report together." The monitor came up as Kori turned it on. Dick sat down in the chair and began to type his report with the greatest thing that ever happened to him.


Glasgow, 16:07 train

Dennis and Daniel sat across from each other waiting for their stop to come. Stephen was doing rugby, Orla was at choir. Joseph was at another after-school club and mum was taking another one of those clubs. It would only be a few minutes until they reached their destination, but it could seem as an eternity of you had no-one to talk to. That was Daniel's problem.

Dennis read The Evening Times newspaper completely ignoring his own brother in the process.

"Sooooo... I heard you beat up someone in your year today." Daniel said in an effort to get his brother's attention.

Dennis looked up from the newspaper in a serious manner, then put the paper down. Leaning forward then spoke in a clear, angered voice.

"OK. Who told you!" Luckily, they were the only two in that end of the carriage.

"Who told me?"

"Yes, who told you?"

"Oh wait, I meant to say I saw you beat him up." Daniel laughed in a nervous way. Dennis calmed down and put on a smile.

"Thank God, I'd thought I'd have to beat someone else up."

"Why did you fight him? You know that destroys the point that you are doing this al for the "Greater Good"." Daniel questioned.

"He said he slept with Orla in an attempt to piss me off. He succeeded. I don't care what anyone says. No-one makes fun of our little sister... well except me." he smiled in attempt to make Daniel laugh.

He just rolled his eyes. "Very funny... So who was the guy you bet up?"

"Malcolm Royce-Luarsen."

Confused by the name, "That his name? What the he.."

"He's born in Scandinavia, somewhere. I just can't be arsed to remember."

"You badly bet him up by the way..."

"One vertical two-palmed hit broke his nose and caused him to bleed pretty violently whilst he desperately tried and tried to hit me." He tried to justify his argument.

"Were you even trying?"

"Trust me, you'd known if I'd tried." he smiled.

They discussed further on for the rest of the short journey on what he would have done if he tried, like: breaking more bones, knocking him out, and possibly putting him a wheelchair for the rest of his life. That was the reason he didn't try.

"Dennis, this is our stop."

They both got all their bags together and went to the doors of the train, still talking over his fight. The doors opened to the gloom outside weather which Scotland had: grey clouds, but this time, no rain.

They walked down a few steps as the began to trek to their house in the two minute walk. Dennis was holding the house keys in his hand, in attempt to make sure for anyone wanting to take them, to think twice.


Later that Morning, Training Room

Dick had crashed into the ropes for the second time. He struggled to get back up on to his feet and managed to do so just as Victor reached "Nine... OK he's up." Dick stood his ground as his girlfriend came charging towards him with some deadly punches.

Dick found it extremely hard to dodge all punches, but managed to get his own back, when he found an opening when he ducked under one of Starfire's jabs.

"Don tink I'm ou yeth." he tried to speak through his gum-shield to Star as he continued to push through. Trying to catch her out, then he saw it. SMACK!

Dick saw an opening as Starfire left her face unguarded. And came in with a swift, strong uppercut. Starfire fell onto the ground of the ring and in doing so, causing the ring to shake nearly causing Dick to fall over too.

"One... Two... Three..." Victor started counting as Dick looked up to see Starfire starting to get up, but she found it hard to do so and she fell back on to the floor. "Eight... Nine... Ten!" He rang the bell, finally bringing an end to the excruciatingly painful fight.

"Congratulations Dick. You just bet up a woman." Victor smiled at his friend with a sly look on his face.

Dick took out his gum-shield and looked at the half-man, half-robot powerhouse which was called "Cyborg". "Shut up. Just because you lost to her, and I won." Dick gloated.

It was true. Cyborg may have been incredibly strong. But Starfire was stronger due to her Tamaranian origins. Dick won because of strategy. He learned all of what the Titans could do and learned their strengths and weaknesses. Star's and Vic's was that: they usually relied on brute force to win a fight. That is how they both lost.

"You OK. Kori?" Vic questioned as he looked over, concerned at his team-mate getting up.

She got up just a second later and looked over and smiled at her friend. "I am fine. Thank you Victor." She then walked over to her boyfriend, "At least some of us have manners to question if his girlfriend is needing help."

"Heh-heh... Sorry?" Dick blushed in embarrassment.

"Why can you not be like Victor more Dick?" Now it was Cyborg's turn to blush. Cyborg was a nice guy, but never really knew on how to be good with women after his accident. He thought he would scare them with his prosthetics. .

"Trust me. You don't want to be like me." He looked down sadly at his robotic parts. He got used to them, but they brought back memories when people rejected him because of his new body.

"I hear that." said a joking voice.

"You aren't helping Gar." said Robin as he put on his eye-mask and walked over the treadmill where Garfield Logan was running at the highest he could go in human form. "I think for that, I should turn up the intensity."

"Nononono..." he said as the technologically advanced treadmill was moving faster than his human legs could handle. He fell over and went flying off the machine. Much to the amusement of his team-mates.

"Its not funny!" said the angered green changeling.

"Serves you right." grinned Cyborg.

Robin looked around the training room and saw only four out of the five Titans who stayed in this building. "Has anyone seen Raven? Or know where she is?"

"She's meditating. So there aren't a lot of places where she would be." Beast Boy told Robin like he was a five year old. Only to receive a scowl from the team leader as he walked out of the training to find the missing member of the team.


"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." hummed a calm monotonous voice floating in mid-air. She had her legs crossed and a circle around her. She felt one with the world. Her dark room ironically made it peaceful for her and easier for her to concentrate.

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." she hummed again. Her hood was down and her black hair seemed perfectly still. She had soft, grey skin that blend together well with her dark hair. Her violet eyes were closed and she felt so relaxed.

There was nothing she would trade this for. Nothing.

There was a sudden knock at the door that didn't disturb her at all. She stayed in the same position like before. "Raven? Are you in there?" spoke the strong voice belonging to Robin.

She floated back onto her feet and opened her violet eyes to the world. She walked over to the strong steel door to open it. Like always she opened it partially.

"Raven. Are you coming down for training? You haven't been out of room all morning according to BB."

"I'm fine Robin. I'm just meditating. I'll be down in a few minutes."

"OK. I'm just making sure..." Robin said as he turned away to go back down to the training room. Raven saw him go. She sensed something was bugging him at the back of his mind. It was something that was questioning Robin. She didn't want to look further.

If there was one thing she knew. It was that you would never want to go into the mind of Dick Grayson or anyone who trained under Batman.

She closed the door over and went back over to her circle and began to float again as she crossed her legs and closed her eyes. Once again, she felt one with the world.

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." she hummed.


The next day, St. John Ogilvie College, Glasgow

The clock was deliberately annoying everyone in the lab. Physics was a hard subject and the fact that this was the final exam, didn't help at all.

Everyone was struggling to finish the paper. The questions were made difficult so that they would be trapped in here for as long as possible. It seemed that they were going to be in here forever.

There was no silence due to the annoyingly loud clock. Some students looked like they were going to explode. Others stared at the clock as if they were going to melt it.

It was laughable seeing how many people could hate an inanimate object.

He stood up out of his chair and walked over to the teacher's desk and placed the exam paper and the question paper on the table. Much to the shock of all the students an his teacher.

"Err... Dennis. Have you looked over your answers?" his teacher whispered to him, so that he would not disturb his other students.

Dennis nodded and walked away with a smile on his face as everyone stared at him in astonishment. Some of them haven't even reached the half-way point he finished the exam which was supposed to last them one hundred minutes, in half an hour.

Dennis took his seat and looked out of the window out into the rest of the city and the hills over in the countryside.

He started to think to himself. He thought about what his aura had done. He thought about what it had brought him and what it was telling him.

His aura was sharper today than usual. He reacted to things much quicker today because of it, and he felt something was up.

Something was going to happen today to him. He didn't know why. He just had a hunch that would happen.


Later that day, Kelvin Hall Sports Centre

"How can't mum pick me up?"

"She's just gone out shopping and getting dinner. Isn't Jason giving you a lift home?" said the voice of Stephen from the other side of the phone call.

"No. He wasn't in school today. Most likely he's deliberately trying to stay off because off exams." Dennis was pissed-off, he was supposed to get picked up after basketball practice at six and that mum hadn't arrived here after ten minutes of waiting. That was ten minutes he was never getting back.

"So how am I getting home then?"

Stephen wasn't in the mood for talking, and he had exams today, luckily for him they were over now, "Make your own way home or something like that. Just don't call again. I am too fucking tired." The other side went dead.

"Some brother he is." Dennis said as he pulled his hood up. It was starting to get dark outside because, like every other day in Scotland, it was cloudy outside and their was a cold wind outside. Dennis only had the short school P.E shirt underneath his hood, and some Sergio Tacchini jogging trousers on other than pants, socks and shoes.

Dennis walked out of the building and felt the cold wind touch his cheeks. "Well this is just fan-fucking-tastic!" he spoke to himself as he made his way home. He was going to kill Stephen.


15 minutes later

Dennis had taken a scenic route that he'd thought would get him home quicker.

It didn't.

He was killing himself over that decision.

He headed down a familiar street of shops that were near his home and crossed over to the other side of the road. Then began to walk down the next street. He walked down a street of two rows of houses. He could now see his house about less than a hundred metres in front of him.

All he had to do now was to press the button on the side of the traffic lights. Wait for the green man, and do the same for the next set of lights. Cross the street then walk along up to the third house on the street. Then he'd finally be home.

He could smell victory over the merciless cold weather.

But he heard something.

He swore he heard a muffled scream on the grassy patch next to him. He quietly walked over, keeping low, towards to the patch. He was shocked at what he saw.

Two women were being held by two men against a tree with a third inspecting them. Two hands covered their mouths. Their eyes showed terror and how frightened they were. The men had complete menacing and to Dennis, evil faces that only the Devil could love.

Even though it was close to a popular road because there was a tunnel not to far from here, the were a lot of trees around that disguised them to drivers that decide to look over to the side. Not to mention it was as dark as ink.

"Come on lass. This isn't going to hurt. In fact I feel you will rather enjoy it." spoke the man inspecting them. His voice had a hint of poison to it that freaked the two young looking women out even further.

Dennis couldn't let this happen. He had to do something. Calling the police and waiting for them to arrive would take forever, and they might leave if they aren't quick enough. That left only one option.

"Fuck it." he whispered to himself as he stood up and moved an inch closer so that they couldn't see his face. "Let. Them. Go!" Dennis said in a particularly angry voice.

The three guys turned round and saw a figure that was as about as tall a the second of the men. Short but not to short, but still could be considered as tall to some people. They could only make out a grey hood over the person. The rest was just too dark a colour to make out.

"Go on home, little man or yer gonna get fuckin' stabbed!" said the first man in a strong, high-pitched Glaswegian voice.

"Let them go now. Or else."

"Clearly he wants to die. I'll deal with him."

Dennis saw the inspecting man come towards him. He looked to see if their was anything he could use as a weapon, and saw a conveniently large branch that fell from a tree on the ground next to him.

He kicked up the branch as he saw the man pull out a meat knife and then kicked the branch in mid-air again. This time the branch rocketed towards the armed man and it slammed into his face as he flew back metres and landed hard on the ground.

"SHIT!" said the second man as he looked in shock at his partner in amazement at what the person in front of them did. "Yer gonna get it now ye little fuck!" he motioned to his other partner as he charged forward with his mate just behind him.

Dennis moved his arms away from him and focused, bringing the energy towards him.

What these wretched men saw next. They never saw coming.

A blue ball started to grow out of the person's hands and it grew bigger and bigger. The men just stood on the spot in total awe.

Dennis felt the sphere was big enough and he launched the sphere out of his hands with a speed much faster than the branch he kicked.

It hit the man that stood closer to him with such force that flew straight into the man behind giving him no time to react. Both men flew back further than the other men and kept on rolling until they were about 30 metre away the girls.

Dennis stood there and looked over to the girls who were crying in what could have happened. "Are you two OK?" Dennis interrogate the women as he walked towards them.

"Y-Y-Y-Y... YOU S-S-STAY RIGHT T-THERE!" one of the women cried whilst alarmed that what he did to them. He might do what they were trying to do to them.

"Its all-right. I am not going to hurt you."

Dennis looked down at the first man who came towards him and looked down at his bloody face, out-cold face. It disgusted him. He rummaged inside his jacket and in the first inside pocket he found an iPhone.

"Here, catch." as he chucked the phone towards them and landed just short of the women. Frightening the life out of them. "Call the police and ambulance if they did anything to you." He reassured them. He began to walk away when one of the women looked up at him.

"W-what should we tell t-them?" she spoke quietly and still frightened on what happened to her.

Dennis turned round and thought about what he should say. He then thought of something. This was just the start, "Tell them... that a guardian saved you."

He began to move away and ran through the trees and into the darkness. Leaving the two women alone, with just the men and a phone.

He ran through the non-existent traffic and ran towards his house being pretty sure that the women couldn't see him. He ran up the steps that led to his home. He knocked on the door and reflected on what he had just done.

He had just saved two women from being raped. He felt happy that he did some good. It brought to smile to him that there was at least two people who were saved from the evil will of three sick men tonight. He knew that there were more that needed help. They needed people like him.

This wasn't the last time he would be doing this. This wasn't the end.

This was just the beginning.


Closing Notes- Ta-Dah! So what happens next? Dennis said he was going to do more. What will he do? I will have that all planned out for you for the next chapter. See you later. Drop a review if you like and I hope to see you soon. Ciao!