So it's back to me! It must say, it was really cool watching this story form through the eyes of an observer. :P I really, really love working with these guys. Anyways, before I begin, I must say, we don't own Teen Titans or DC or any of that stuff, and that Shooting stars don't seem to freaking work. On to the story!
Rich walked into his apartment to see his fiancé standing in the living room, mascara streamed down her face, empty bottle of wine clutched in her hand, face and eyes red, however, he quickly realized that, while her eyes were red from crying, her face was most definitely not.
"Richard John Grayson! What do you take me for?! If you don't want me, then just tell me, but don't go mess around with some slut behind my back!"
"What? What are you talking about? I went to see an old friend!" He half lied.
"Yeah, right. You're late every date night. Every one of them! You don't even care about me, do you?!"
"Steph, I care, it's just…"
"What? I couldn't hear you."
"I didn't say anything."
"Of course you didn't."
"Stephanie…"
"Don't 'Stephanie' me. I'm sick of it. You're always late on date night, it's the one night of the week I'm at your house, and you're always late. You never tell me anything, I don't know anything about you from before I met you, aside from the fact that you were in the circus, and you were raised by Bruce Wayne, and every time I ask about it, you avoid it. I'm done."
Rich clenched his teeth, knowing this was going to happen sooner or later.
She walked over to him, took off the ring, put it in his hand, and slapped him.
"My name will not, ever, be changed to Grayson. I will be Stephanie Brown until I find someone who truly cares about me."
He sighed as he rubbed his face, slipping the ring into his pocket.
"At least let me drive you home? You shouldn't drive after drinking."
"No, I'll get a cab."
"I'm walking you to the street."
"Fine."
As the elevator took them down, Rich thought about what had just happened, realizing he was both sad, and relieved. He didn't have to hide anything from her anymore, but he also wouldn't have her to talk to anymore…
The elevator dinged, signaling the lobby; they walked out, and he walked her outside, called her a cab, and made sure she got settled in, and buckled.
"Steph, I'm sorry it didn't work out between us…"
"Yeah, me too. Anyways, I'll see you around. Buh-bye Westside Apartments! Cabby, take me to high street."
Rich sighed as the cab peeled off into the night.
"Well, that didn't seem too good sir."
"You're right Frankie, it didn't, and it wasn't, it sucked, but it's better for her," He smiled sadly at the man who kept the door at night.
"Well, I'm sorry, at any rate."
"Thanks Frankie."
He patted the old man on the back as he walked back inside and went up to his apartment once more.
Walking into his apartment, he turned on his laptop, letting it boot up while he went to the refrigerator to grab something to eat; he wasn't planning on going to sleep anytime soon, tomorrow was Saturday, he had weekends off, screw sleep.
Spying some pizza, he grabbed it and put it on a paper plate, then walked over to his computer.
Typing in the password, it opened up to his email, showing one unread message, from a Nixie Halbach.
Surprised, he opened the email, reading: Hey Robin! So, Vic called me up earlier this evening, and I know it must be late for you, but he told me your email address that was on your card, and I had to talk to you! I haven't even heard from you in years, so you can imagine that I was surprised when he told me he was gonna try to get the Team back together. I'm all for it, just please be there? I've missed you all so much, but the Team wouldn't be complete without our leader. You do have some explaining to do though. Anyways, I have to go, but please, please reply.
- Nix
He smiled at the email, feeling her excitement through the words; he hadn't realized how much he'd missed all of them.
Taking a bite of pizza, and turning on some music, he clicked reply, and began typing:
Hey Nixie, don't worry about time, I'm not going to bed early tonight, too much to think about. I will do everything I can to be there, I've missed you guys a lot, and I promise I will explain everything when we're all together. On kind of a random note, I loved your last book, just saying. I was just as surprised to run into him tonight, so if you talk to anyone, just let them know I miss them please? I'll talk to you later Nixie. - Richard Grayson
He smiled as he hit send, then decided he would actually go to bed, tonight's fight had drained him, as had the ordeals with both Vic and Stephanie.
He went to his room, got ready, and lay down, thinking about his old team, wondering how they were, what they were doing, how they had changed. He thought about Starfire most, being his first love, wondering if she had found love with someone else. He fell asleep thinking about her, and dreamed about their old adventures, and Slade.
He rolled over when a bright flash of light came into his bedroom window.
The flash just so happened to belong to a camera, which was being held by a man wearing a red ski mask and a leather jacket, who pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and hit the first speed dial button.
"Hello?"
"Sir, I have found someone you might be interested in, he's an underground boxer, undefeated."
"What's his name?"
"Richard Grayson, sir."
"Sounds interesting, I'll have to check it out, when are his matches?"
"Every Friday night, starting at half past midnight."
"Alright… I want you to enter me into the match for next week."
"Yes sir, what name should I put?"
A pause.
"Sir?"
"Put Deathstroke, Deathstroke the Terminator."
The line went dead.
Okay, so I've been fighting writer's block since Jodie sent me her last chapter, and it's after one o'clock in the morning as I'm writing this A/N, so I'm really tired, and I wrote another chapter for another story with Jodie right before this, so my fingers hurt too. :P Anyways, I hope you liked it, be on the lookout, we've got a couple things coming out for the team soonish, also, check out our youtube page, we record some of our stories there, it's: the-team-titans-writers.
So hey, R&R please, this is TriforceLink205, out, PEACE!