Two Years Later
"Hey, Kori!"
I looked back and smiled at my friend Michael. He ran up, panting from lack of breath.
"Hey Mike, how is your article going?" Michael was a new journalist, and a promising one.
"Finished! You know that I was at the meeting in Jump City with the Teen Titans and there's a whole ton of new info. Didn't you ask for that?"
"Yep. Do you want to go to Lotus café to talk about it? I can't wait to hear," I offered, truly anxious. The Teen Titans had called for an official meeting and when Michael told me he was going to be one of the few there, I told him to tell me any new information. Just because Alyssa was part of the team didn't mean I hated everyone else, although, I was a bit disappointed.
We took a booth in the back and Michael pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was the front page picture from the Gotham Journal.
"So, I couldn't bring the article with me but I did bring the picture. Here, look."
I took the paper and masked my surprise. They had all changed. The headline read TEEN TITANS GROWN UP!
Robin had officially become the Nightwing I had encountered when I was thrown into the future with Warp, but his hair was as spiky as ever. Raven's hair had grown to as long as mine had been when I was Starfire and her outfit was altered. It was the same color, but was a bit altered into a tight dress with slits on both legs up to her waist, a hanging belt and no sleeves. She donned long navy blue fingerless gloves that reached up to her elbow and knee high navy blue boots with what looked like a half inch heels. Her cloak was still the same. Cyborg was still the same, although perhaps a bit leaner. He probably figured out a way to use less metal and more weaponry in his armor. Beastboy had changed quite a bit. He was taller than Raven by a head and had a masculine but slim build. His arm was wrapped around Raven and I smiled. Of course they were going to be together. His outfit only changed in color, to a dark green.
I nearly hissed when I saw Alyssa. Her hair was also longer and she was wearing a very slutty outfit. She was wearing black mini shorts that probably barely covered her ass and a black sports bra with sequins on it. Her boots were to mid-calf and she wore black mini gloves.
"So, what's the news?" I asked after examining the picture.
"Well, the Teen Titans announced that since they were no longer kids, they'd be called the Titans from now on. Not much of a change really. They also said that Robin would become Nightwing and Beastboy Changeling. You can tell that they've grown up. Also, they'll be joining Batman for his thirty year anniversary for being Gotham's vigilante hero this Christmas and don't know how long they'll be here."
Here, in Gotham? Batman didn't say anything about that. Must have wanted to keep it a surprise. A lousy one.
"That's great," I replied, my gaze shifting. I ached to call Bruce and yell at him.
"Yeah, but, someone sort of ruined the mood by asking the Titans an uncomfortable question."
I cocked an eyebrow and said," I'm guessing you mean you?"
"Ya," he said nervously," I asked them about Starfire, to fill my own curiosity and because I know how much you love her."
"What did they say?" I whispered.
"It was like time stopped. They all glanced at each other and Nightwing flinched. But then he said that Starfire was still in their hearts, and wherever she was, she still had a place in Jump City and with the Titans. I asked them where she had gone and they said that information was classified. Do you think something happened to her? Maybe a scandalous affair with Nightwing?"
I laughed as Michael's curiosity got the best of him. He always craved a juicy story, even if he made it up himself.
"Well, I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself." And that the Titans were obviously missing me.
"Thanks. So, how's your job been doing?" I smirked.
"Okay, I'm going to quit though. My agent and the Studio keeps pestering me to become skinnier, and I barely have enough fat on me left. Besides, I don't like their idea of professionalism. It's demeaning to women."
"I see what you mean. What do you think you're going to do?"
"Probably do some volunteer stuff until Christmas is over. Remember Janet? She owns that Veterinary and said I could help her around with the billing and stuff."
"Sounds good. But I thought that you got a job from Bruce Wayne?"
"Yeah, well, I never said what I was going to do. It's still undecided."
My phone rang and I checked the screen. Bruce Wayne.
"Listen, I got to get going. Nice talking with you."
"Sure thing Kori, I'll text you later."
"Okay. Bye."
I left and walked down to the nearest bus stop, then called Bruce back.
"Hello Kori," he said.
"Wassup?"
"Mind coming over to the Manor? I have some things to talk about with you. Alfred can pick you up."
"Sure, but, there's a few things I have to do first. They won't take long."
"Planning on quitting your modeling job?"
"Yep," I said, then hung up. The bus came rumbling down and I boarded it, then called my agent.
"Hey Anders! You finally called! Listen-"
"Sorry Annie, but I won't be going to the Studio any longer."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm quitting, send my condolences to everyone," I snickered. Annie was nice, but she was just like all the others. Modeling paid well, but was undignified, and I wasn't going to become a bimbo.
"What do you mean you're-"
"Send my paycheck to me, hope you do well, the best of wishes," I said, then hung up on Annie's protest.
