SiscoKid: "I'm not dead!" Haha, that always makes me laugh. The holy grail always gets a good laugh out of me. Bert the Nomad, you did a nice job at guessing Batman played by Adam West. Though its not him, that's who I'm basing that character after. Mainly Adam West though.
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Chapter 3
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Robin and Raven both sat in the main room. One with a cup of tea, the other grasping a mug of coffee.
Robin took a long slow gulp and then lowered the mug. He looked over at Raven, nearly glaring. Rather he was actually glaring or not was anybodies guess. Raven stared back at him. Devoid of emotions as usual. But Robin would bet on his mothers grave that she was smiling on the inside.
With the slight message of his temple, Robin started the conversation back up again.
"Now Raven. Don't you understand the fundamentals of teamwork."
Raven raised an eyebrow. Robin waited for an answer.
Robin got no answer.
"I'm guessing that's a yes, but let me repeat. You don't have to like who your working with. You just have to bare with them and hold your grudge inside." Robin explain with the hint of a plead.
Raven nodded. "I would agree."
"Of course you do," He got up, making his way for the coffee machine. "Though its always better if teammates are friends."
After refilling his mug, he returned to his perch on the couch. He drank some more coffee.
"Cyborg's been missing for three days." Robin stated. As if he was starting up small talk.
"Strange."
Robin stared at her, taking another drink of his coffee. He always drank it black. No cream, no sugar.
"I heard him screaming moments before his disappearance." Robin added. His eyes were observing Raven, as if they were searching for a chink in her emotionless armor.
Raven nodded her head a few times. "Horrible screams." She paused for a moment. "I've heard worse though."
Robin was gritting his teeth now. "If I recall correctly. There were only three people in the tower."
Raven finally took a hold of her tea, gently blowing on the surface. "That would be correct."
Robin shot up from the couch. Throwing his mug across the room in the process. "What the hell did you do with him!"
His voice rung throughout the main room, followed closely by silence.
Robin sat back down recomposing himself.
"Azarath. Metroin. Zinthos." Raven whispered. Levitating the coffee to the coffee machine and refilling it.
She slowly lowered it into his hands. His hands shook as he grasped his coffee, taking a big gulp.
He look at Raven. Composed again. "Raven."
Raven took a sip of her tea. Having been completely unfazed by his outburst. She put her tea back on the coffee table. "I think your serious."
Robin reached out with his hand. "I've been begging you for the last three days!" He exclaimed. Composer lost again.
"As you wish."
Raven got up from the couch and snapped her finger. Her eyes turning a bright grey.
Robin got out of his seat as lights and electronics flicked on and off.
Its started off as a small speck, but eventually a giant wormhole formed above their heads.
"Azarath! Metroin! Zinthos!" Ravens roared.
Robin watched as Cyborg's body fell sizzling to the ground, smashing the coffee table on the way.
The room returned to normal. Raven decided it was smart time for her to depart.
A cloud of smoke rouse, surrounding Cyborg. Robin waited until it cleared.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Robin screamed after getting a better look at Cyborg.
He turned to where Raven had been standing and then scanned the room for her, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"What the hell did you do to him!" He yelled.
At that moment his communicator went off.
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Click. Click.
Clickclickclick.
Robin had been called down to the mayors office moments after putting Cyborg back in his lab.
That had been about two hours ago...
He had been stand here, leaning against this wall and listening to that clicking for two long hours.
Clickclick.
He didn't like the waiting room much either. It had no decoration, not a single picture to look at while your waiting. Nor were there any newspapers or magazines. knowing Mr. Griever, he probably thought that the thought of being able to see him should be enough to entertain anybody. Also to add to Robins discomfort was the air conditioning. Even though it was summer, he hated it when people put their AC on too cold. People should be comfortable in a waiting room, not shivering their butts off.
Click.
It didn't really effect Robin, just sort of bothered him a little. This was nothing compared to Mr. Freezes head quarters.
Robin glanced across the room at the Mr. Grievers secretary. She was busying herself on a computer. He was starting to wonder if she even knew he was there. She hadn't nodded at him, or even looked at him. He at least expected to her to tell him if the mayor was busy or not. Maybe tell him what time the mayor would be seeing him.
Clickclickclickclick.
He finally gave in and sat down in a chair. They weren't very comfortable.
Clickclick.
The secretary looked up. "Mr. Grievers will be seeing you now." She resumed clicking.
Clickclick.
Robin grumbled as he got up and walked across the room. The secretary gave him a sympathetic smile. "He only does this to you. I'm sorry."
Robin smiled weakly. "Yea, I know."
He saw a game of solitary on her monitor as he entered the mayor's office.
Click.
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The room was dark. Anybody could of observed that. But Mr. Griever was the type of guy who loved to be seen. He usually had the curtains wide open and over head lights on. But today only a feeble amount of light managed to seep through the heavy curtains. Robin could barely make out the figure behind the desk.
"Sorry. I'm a little shy." The voice was not deep enough to be Mr. Grievers. He sounded like a mixture between Raven and somebody trying too hard to sound intelligent.
"Who are you?" Robin demanded. His hands were already at his utility belt.
"Now now Robin. There's no reason for suspicions. I'm Mr. Grievers assistant."
"Do you have a name...mr. assistant?" Robin began reaching for the light switch. The situation was bothering Robin. Mr. Griever's office was to him as a throne was to his King. His ego wouldn't allow a assistant to sit at his desk.
"I really would like it dark in here." The assistants voice held no plead in it. It sounded more like he was ordering Robin to stop.
Robin flipped the switch, but nothing happened. He did it again for justification. The lights were out in this room. Robin narrowed his mask at the person behind the desk. "Your not his assistant. Are you?"
The assistant said nothing. Instead he got up out of his seat and circled to the front of the desk, scooting Mr. Grievers items about to make room so he could sit on it.
Robin squinted to get a better look at his face, but it was futile.
"Lets just say. I like to let him believe he's in charge." The assistant explained.
The man then hopped off the desk and made his way back for the chair.
"If that wasn't pointless suspense." Robin mumbled.
"That will be all." He said once seated.
Under normal circumstances, Robin would of questioned the hell out of this man. This was not a normal circumstance at the moment though. The rightful owner of the Titan tower was in bad shape and Robin had left him to charge while he went to go talk to the mayor because it was supposedly urgent.
Robin nodded stiffly and turned to open the door.
"Slade." Said the assistant.
Robin gasped as he turned around. Steel pole extended.
He scanned the room.
It was empty...
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SiscoKid: I'm sorry guys. This chapter has been ready for quite sometime. I've just been a little under the waters and trying to find out what I'm going to do with my life. This next year will be my Senior year then I have to take control of own life. So Basically I just haven't been able to concentrate much, but I will try and get this next chapter out soon.
