HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Sorry, I'm in a super good mood because I just found my CD for this AWSOME band called: THE FORMAT and I'm listening to my favorite song "Tune Out". They aren't a band anymore, but their Lead Singer is now the Lead Singer of the band FUN.
Anyway . . . here is the next chapter of the story :D
Chapter: 3
Interrogation
"God, I am so stupid!" Damian growled, pressing a cold pack to his eye. "I should have waited! I shouldn't have dropped first!"
"It isn't your fault," Marie soothed. "You couldn't have known-,"
"I should have!" Damian snapped. "I should be the one they're holding, not Alex! I'm a Bat! I don't crack under pressure-!"
SMACK!
Not one person had eyes any smaller than dinner plates, as Violet hovered over the Boy Wonder shooting him a fierce glare.
"Would you give it a rest, already?!" she exploded. "For god sake, Wayne, we've been listening to you for the past three hours! We get it, you screwed up big time! It doesn't matter which one of you got caught! Either way, we would still have to break into the Tower and save someone. Now, shut-up the hell up, so I can come up with a plan!"
Brace rolled his eyes, "No, she's not related to Nightwing," he muttered to Max, dripping sarcasm.
The Speedster shook his head. "Oh, no, not at all..."
"Brace!"
The teen in question jumped slightly, "Uh, yes?"
"You're going in," Violet ordered. "You're the only one who can go through the plumbing."
"The what now?!" Brace demanded. "Oh, hell no!"
Violet's eyes narrowed, and Brace shrunk a little.
"Plumbing it is..."
"Marie, you and I are on the roof. Max, vibrate in when I give you the signal. And Damian-,"
"Let me guess," the Boy Wonder sighed. "I'm in the air ducts..."
"Actually," Violet corrected. "You'll be on the roof with Marie and I, manning the security cameras. We'll need to know exactly where Alex is, along with each Titan. But you're not going in unless we need you."
Damian relaxed a little at the thought of being outside and up high.
"Let's get this show on the road people," Violet said, pressing a COM into her ear. "Wait for my cue, and then bust in. We're getting Alex out of there, no matter what it takes..."
Of all things that could happen, it had to be this. But, he should have figured this would happen-nothing could ever go smoothly for him. Maybe it was just a Grayson thing, or maybe it was just him. Either way, the odds of getting out of the Tower, without blowing his cover, were not in his favor.
Like he had been for the past couple of hours, Falcon stared, emotionless, across the table at the Titan's leader. Though he had inherited his mother's golden skin, and red hair, seeing his father at such a young age Alex couldn't help but notice how much the two of them looked alike. They both had the same facial structure and features, and even the same hairstyle (which Alex found a little strange). The only major differences, were the very faint frown-lines forming around the hero's mouth, and at the corners of his eyes. Alex then realized that he rarely ever saw his father frown, unless he was arguing with someone, or lecturing the team over letting a Villain get away - and even that practically never happened - so seeing him like this was strange.
"Alright, kid," Robin started.
Alex snorted, "You're like, what . . . a day older than me?" he asked. Quickly noticing how similar their voices sounded, Alex deepened his own. "You can't hold me here, you know. . . it's a violation of my rights."
"You broke into our tower," Robin smirked. "You don't have any rights."
"You can't prove I broke in," Alex scoffed. "For all you know, I was cleaning windows."
"At four in the morning?"
"Stranger things have happened. Trust me."
Unconvinced, Robin raised an eyebrow, once again falling silent. Alex shrunk a bit under the hard stare - even as a teenager, his father was intimidating to say the least.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, before it slid open smoothly. Robin didn't even flinch, as a soft set of footsteps walked in.
"Raven, I'm in the middle of something," he said, never once tearing his gaze away from his captive.
"Cyborg wants to talk to you," the Sorceress told him, evenly.
Robin hesitated.
"Go on. I'll watch the kid."
Alex faked an exasperated sigh, "Really?" he asked. "You too? What is with you guys? I'm sixteen, not six!"
Ignoring him completely, Robin stood, subconsciously turning the chair out for Raven to sit, before leaving the room without a nother word.
Raven sat down, turning to face Alex with an unreadable expression. He was used to that expression, having received it on more than one occasion. It was usually the look she gave him when she was trying to get him to confess to something, or talk to her about a problem.
"You're a smart kid."
And so the manipulation began.
Alex gave her a cocky expression, "Aw, you think so?" he asked, with mock surprise.
"Well, you broke in without tripping any alarms," Raven went on. "You set up security cameras throughout the tower."
Alex's blood ran cold. If they had really found the cameras, the team would be caught for sure.
"You've got to be pretty smart to do that."
Mentally shaking off his anxiety, Alex continued with his character. "Look, Sweetheart," he said, swallowing back the vomit that rose in his throat as he kicked in a flirty tone. "I'm always willing to get comments from a pretty girl" - ew, ew, ew - "but I didn't plant any cameras, and I didn't break in. So, you can't hold me here." Ignoring the voice in the back of his mind screaming at him to just shut-up, Alex leaned over the table slightly and lowered his voice seductively, flashing his award-winning Grayson smile, "Unless you really want to..."
Raven blinked, seemingly unfazed. But Alex could see a light dust of pink appear on her cheeks - which made his stomach lurch.
"I am so going to need Therapy after this," he thought to himself, his body language and expression never wavering. "God, I really hope Brace and Marie don't find out about this . . ."
"Look," Raven said, using one hand to push him back. "Let's start with some easy questions . . . what's your name?"
"Allen Garrick," Alex replied without missing a beat.
"How old are you?"
"I already told you...I'm sixteen."
"Where are you from?"
"Bludhaven."
"Where are your parents?"
"Don't have any."
"Who is responsible for you?"
"Grandfather, Great Grandfather, and cousin."
Raven seemed surprised at how quickly and easily Alex was able to answer.
"Are we finished?"
Raven's eyes narrowed, with suspicion, "One more question," she said. "Why are you wearing a mask?"
Crap. He had completely forgotten about his uniform. But still, he tossed out an answer casually.
"I'm an acrobat. This is my uniform." He locked his fingers behind his head, and kicked his feet up onto the table. "Ok, I admit it . . . I saw your tower out here and thought it would be the perfect place to practice a couple of dive and landing moves. Ok? Satisfied?"
ALEX: Wait!
Me: Dude, I'm right in the middle of something! What do you want?
ALEX: I totally get the Alias now!
Me: -sigh- really?
ALEX: YES! Barry ALLEN, and Jay GARRICK. Both were Flash at one point in the comics! (WHICH BELONG TO DC: COMICS, AND ONLY DC: COMICS)
Me: -gasp dramatically- No way! I had no idea! Can I return to the story now please?
ALEX: I also just wanted to make a small comment about my interaction with Raven
Me: Please, speak your mind -rolls eyes-
ALEX: EWWWWWWWWWW! GOD THAT'S SO DISGUSTING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! -Gag-
Me: Can I go on now?"
ALEX: Yeah, go ahead . . . but I'm still not happy . . .
Raven stood and walked out without a word, leaving Alex sitting at the table silent.
He let out a breath of relief, dropping his feet and sinking down in his chair. Nausea washed over him, as he thought about everything he had said to Raven. The woman was like his Aunt, and he had to flirt with her. Nothing would ever get the images out of his mind.
The door slid open again, and Beast Boy came striding in. "Well, kid," he said. "Looks like you're gonna be here a while, so here's some food."
Alex back-flipped out of his chair, and backed into the corner, "Is that...Tofu?!" he demanded, his voice cracking slightly. "Eww! Don't you have any real food?! God, get that out of here!"
Beast Boy took a step back, stunned by the reaction. "This is real food!" he said. "Besides, you're a suspect!"
"Well then I won't eat!" Alex said, pressing further into the corner. "Just get it out!"
"Wow," Beast Boy muttered, leaving the room.
As the door slid shut, Alex pushed out of the corner and walked over to the table. He sat back down and rolled his neck, thinking back to his first encounter with Tofu. He was four-years-old when, somehow, the Source had come back to Earth and attacked the Tower - he still had nightmares of the squishy white squares biting him and trying to breakdown his bedroom door. The memories made him shiver.
"What did you need to show me?" Robin asked, walking up beside Cyborg who was doing something on the computer.
"I found these all over the Tower," he replied, handing the team leader a small camera. "They're wireless, and so small I almost missed them. If I hadn't already been looking for them, there's no way I would have ever found the."
Robin's eyes narrowed, as he looked the device over carefully. "Can you back track it?" He asked. "If it's wireless, it must be linked to something so that it can be accessed remotely."
"Already on it," Cyborg told him. "Almost finished . . . and . . . got it! Looks like whoever's watching us it . . ." his eye widened "on the roof."
The two quickly made their way to the roof, bursting out ready for a fight. But there was nothing there.
WHAM!
Out of nowhere, something hit Robin square in the jaw, sending him flying. Cyborg turned quickly, only to find empty space. Suddenly, smoke filled the air around them, making it practically impossible to see anything. Robin scrambled to his feet, pulling out his Bow Staff and cautiously looking around. A ruffling sound made him spin around.
BAM!
He was met by a hard strike to the chest, knocking every bit of air from his lungs. He hit his knees, gasping in an attempt to take in air. Something dropped in front of him, and released a second puff of smoke. This, however, was a purple color and smelled different.
Eyes widening in realization, Robin tried to crawl away, but it was too late. His vision blurred, and he felt himself slowly loosing conciousness. The last thing he saw before everything went black, was a dark figure hovering over him with an arrogant grin.
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I'm evil, I know :)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
ALEX: I'm sure they probably didn't . . .
ME: Yeah well, guess what?! NO ONE ASKED YOUR OPINION!
ALEX: I'm the main character! If I didn't like it, what makes you think anyone else will?!
MAX: I liked it!
ALEX: You were in it for maybe to seconds!
MAX: So? It was still good . . .
ME: HAHA! I am good :D
ALEX: No you're not . . . but whatever . . .
MAX: You're just pissed that she made you flirt with Aunt Rae
ALEX: DON'T TALK ABOUT IT!
Well guys, I have to deal with this, so I guess I should probably let you all go.
Review?
ALEX: Now you're begging for reviews? Pathetic . . .
ME: Oh, shut-up, you!
