After a long, uncalled for, and unannounced break, I am back! I'm working on several other projects, and they momentarily took top priority. No longer!
I would like to say that I made an extra long chapter to compensate for the break, but it just turned out that way. Think what you will :)
Oh yeah, btw, I have a Fictionpress account now! Im ComposerDragon on there, too. I have yet to post anything by me, but I am posting a story that my friend wrote for her, and let me tell you, it's worth reading. She would love some hits and reviews, and she deserves them!
Now for reviews…
To Peyton Adalyn: thanks for the great ideas! I regret that I won't bring in Superboy, for it would be too similar to Young Justice then, but the rest of them… interesting…
To Linzerj: I can tell you for certain that im going to use at least one of your suggestions. Very nice! And thanks for the compliment, I was actually worried about Gizmo and Mammoth. I was thinking that Mammoth talked too much and Gizmo too little…
To Black Thorn Angel: Thank you! And sorry for the long wait.
To FelynxTiger: radical AND extraordianary… wow! That's high praise indeed. And as for Gizmo, we would have to say you're welcome.
To longliveteentitans: ah, interesting. Hope you like chapter 10 just as much as chapter 9.
To Beautiful Storm Dancer: Ah! Dramatic!
To Densharr: ooh, good ideas! I like them!
To Gingerstorm101: aw, writers block sucks, doesn't it? And this story isn't going to get that violent… at least, not yet, I don't think. We'll see…
To K-Flyer: the best ever? … wow… thank you! That makes me feel very happy! And thank you for all the good ideas!
To ehitch1: oh dear… you have followed me here! And yes, I wrote more… we're at chapter 9 now… and that's my sis's turn. And thank you for not giving anything away… everyone else will find out soon, though…
Thank you, everyone, for all the great ideas for the new episodes! I'm happy to say that I have begun work on the first episode, and have plans for season 6 and season 7, at least. Thanks again for waiting for this chapter, and I hope you like it! And also remember to check out my friend's story, Crashing Down, on Fictionpress!
Enjoy…
There was a burst of black, a jumbled mass of screaming and rumbling, and suddenly Beast Boy was rolling across the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Robin tucking into a front roll and Cyborg sliding across his chest, shouting, but then he flipped over again and all he could see was black. A few pebbles and little mounds later, he was laying flat on his back, covered in sand and sweat, staring up at the sky. The whole empty expanse was deep navy blue and cloudless, save for the very edges, which were tinted orange still. The sun had finally set. Stars were beginning to twinkle out of the void like tentative children in a classroom reluctant to raise their hands.
Instantly Beast Boy's thoughts turned to Raven, and he threw himself to his feet with a spastic jump. Everyone was present, as far as his adrenaline spiked mind could tell. Robin and Cyborg were close to him, slowly rising to their feet, and Bumblebee and Starfire were a bit further back in the direction of the spot where they had been violently teleported to. Sitting the furthest away was Raven, head buried in her knees and surrounded by blackened and scarred earth. Beast Boy sprinted across the desert ground and knelt down beside her, checking her all over for injuries.
"Raven, are you okay?" he asked, breathing hard. "Are you hurt, are you in pain, is there something wrong?"
Raven let out a choked sob that shook her shoulders and looked up at him, small tears beginning to glint over her eyes.
"We had to leave them behind, Garfield," she whispered, voice shaky. "Wally and Jenny… they're back in the battlefield…"
Beast Boy whipped back around. The desert was flat as a sheet of paper, and he could see everything for miles. The only figures around were Robin, Cyborg, Bumblebee, Starfire, Raven, and himself. Flash and Jinx were nowhere to be found.
"No… we couldn't have…" he muttered desperately, shaking his head. "They were right with us, I saw them!"
Raven bit her lip and choked back more tears. Beast Boy had rarely seen her so broken down.
"I'm so sorry. I can feel it, they're not here. And if they're at the old camp, that almost certainly means that they're…"
The words died in her throat, and she buried her face back into her knees. Beast Boy swallowed hard and turned to face the other Titans, who had overheard and were standing there with looks of disbelief and sorrow etched across their faces. Beast Boy rested a hand on his wife's slender shoulder and gripped it tightly.
"C'mon, guys… we'd better set up camp."
The Titans set about Beast Boy's instructions with empty expressions on their faces. How could they have left them behind? They were Titans, they were family. Jinx had been incapacitated… and they had left her in the midst of hundreds of soldiers and a telepathic madman who was bound to wake up eventually. Sure, Flash would fight, and take out an impressive amount of soldiers in the effort… but it wasn't enough. Even with Gizmo and Mammoth… it wasn't enough.
They were as good as dead now.
Robin grit his teeth as he kicked rocks out of a certain area, trying to make as flat a campsite as possible.
It was me who forced us all out of there so fast, he growled to himself. I was so busy focusing on Garfield and Raven that I forgot all about Wally and Jenny. How could I? I'm the leader, I'm supposed to keep the team together and safe. It's my fault they're gone, now. It's all my fault.
Cyborg stood a ways off, typing commands into his arm and turning up all of his sensors to stretch a square mile in every direction, so no one could sneak up on them.
I should have taken all of those soldiers out when I had the chance, he lamented. I looked back multiple times, too… why didn't I see that Flash and Jinx weren't with us? I have every method of protecting all of my friends, my family. I still wasn't strong enough.
Beast Boy, despite his own directions, was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside his wife, head in his hands. They had no supplies now; whatever hastily gathered materials they owned had been torched and ripped to pieces with the rest of the tank. It was in the belly of a mechanical hybrid beast now.
No, wait, it had blown up. It was all ash now.
Again.
I was supposed to watch over Jinx during that battle, Beast Boy scolded himself. She was lying RIGHT BESIDE ME! I am a loser. How could I fail so badly?
Raven had not left the position she had been in when they had arrived. Tears had turned the dry, sandy ground beneath her wet and salty.
I had sensed that something was wrong as we left. I felt it. Why didn't I say anything? If I had… Wally and Jenny would still be alive.
Their "camp" was ready in a matter of minutes. They had found a large rock sticking out of the desert, and they had used scraps of material they had on them to make a small tent-resembling structure. Everyone agreed that Raven should get the shelter. She wasn't speaking, so there was no stubborn refusal like there would normally have been.
Everyone was lying on their backs around a starbolt-lit fire, trying to get some good sleep. The stars had exploded into brilliant being as the sun finally disappeared, sprinkled around an enormous full moon, hanging in the black sky like a glowing medallion. Beast Boy sat under the tarp with an arm around Raven, whispering to her as they watched the night get deeper around them.
"We'll all be okay, Raven, don't worry," he promised, rubbing her shoulder reassuringly. "We'll lose the government and get a new house in a nice city, with big trees and a huge backyard. Everyone else will move in nearby, and when Emily is born we'll all go to a nice park, or walk to the ice cream shop. We'll read out loud to her every night, and maybe we'll have a cat. Several cats. And a new garden…"
He looked over and saw that while tears still stained her face, a sad smile was twisting at her lips.
"What?" he laughed.
Raven pulled some of her violet locks behind her ear and scooted closer to him. "It sounds so nice when you describe it like that, and it's what I've always wanted. It's never going to come true."
"You never know… you never know…" Beast Boy sighed. "You should really get some sleep, or meditate, or something," he told her. "You're pendant won't stop glowing."
Raven glanced down to see the piece of jewelry practically floating off her skin, gleaming like a little flashlight.
"I'm not sure if I can," she confessed. "The last time I tried, I had terrible visions."
Beast Boy pulled her in and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'll be right here."
Raven nodded. "If I manage to make it into Nevermore, I might be there for a while."
"And I'll be here when you get back."
Raven smiled lightly, kissed Beast Boy on the lips, and settled into her meditative stance.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos… Azarath Metrion Zinthos…"
(…)
"Raven? We haven't seen you in a while."
Raven floated down into the midst of Nevermore to see Knowledge waiting for her, yellow cloak pulled tightly around her. The environment was the same as it had always been: dark skies with red stars and lots of floating stones. A couple of dead trees clung to the edges of the barren islands, their twisted branches populated by black birds with red eyes, silently looking on.
"To be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure I could make it here. The last time I tried, it wasn't here."
Knowledge raised her eyebrows in an expression of genuine surprise. "Really? And I'm supposing you have no idea why, right?"
"You 'suppose'," Raven scoffed. "Of course! You already know this, I know you do! It's your job."
"Just trying to be polite," Knowledge said calmly, folding her hands behind her back. "And while I only know as much as you do, I think I know a way we can find out even more."
Raven blinked. "How?"
"That pendant of yours is a direct link with Azarath," Knowledge explained, smiling ever so slightly. "We can also connect subliminally."
Raven pinched the bridge of her nose and waved a hand. "So wait… what?"
"You're tired, I understand," the emotion said. "All in all, we can open a portal and ask Azarath ourselves. I'm thinking most of your problems are due to your pregnancy, and who better to ask?"
"So let's go," Raven said, pushing past, but Knowledge stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Wait…" she said. "Let's call a meeting first. I think everyone needs to hear this."
(…)
Raven sat a ways away, posture impeccable and eyes closed, her mouth a thin line. Beast Boy couldn't help but stare, eyes freely roaming over her body.
"Damn…" he whispered. "I'm lucky."
"Are you?"
Beast Boy jumped, leaping into a fighting stance, but then saw it was Bumblebee, propping herself up on her right arm, studying him with her dark eyes. The flames of the dying fire lit up her lean form, tucked up neatly against Cyborg's massive body.
"I mean, you're being hunted," she elaborated. "They won't bargain anymore; they'll only settle on killing you both."
Beast Boy shrugged. "There's always someone trying to kill us. This is nothing new."
Bumblebee raised an eyebrow, and the changeling sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat.
"Okay… you're right, I know. We might not even make it out of this."
A look came over Beast Boy's face that was unlike anything Bumblebee had ever seen before.
"We might never get to see our daughter's face."
Both of them resorted to studying Raven's motionless form as she meditated, hair blowing slightly in the cold night breeze. Her stomach was only beginning to show a bulge.
Beast Boy swallowed hard. "I really don't deserve someone like her," he muttered, almost to himself. "How I managed to actually appeal to her is still beyond me."
"Hey, see here now! Don't say that!" Bumblebee cried, straightening up a bit. Her wings buzzed unconsciously in agitation, and she winced. They were still badly ripped. "You two are perfect for each other! Don't let anybody tell you different!"
She took a deep, calming breath. "She really is lucky to have someone like you."
"Is she really?" Beast Boy muttered, resting his head on his aching arms, stretching out across the sandy ground.
"Yes," Bumblebee said firmly. "You and Sparky over here are similar in at least one way. You'll never give up on Raven and I. Same with Dick and Kori over there. We're all here for each other. We're a family."
A small, sad smile found its way onto Beast Boy's lips, exposing the persistent fang that had always poked out. He then yawned hugely, stretched out his shoulders, and rolled over. Within a matter of minutes, his breathing had settled into a steady rhythm, and Bumblebee closed her eyes as well.
(…)
"Is everyone here?"
"Whatta you think?" hollered an obnoxious voice from the back of the group. "Idiot."
Raven narrowed her eyes. "Rude, please. Control yourself."
Rude stuck out her tongue as a response, and Raven rolled her eyes. She glanced at Knowledge, who nodded slightly to her. Everything was in order. It was time to begin.
"Okay, so everyone… quiet please?" Raven addressed her emotions. She had gathered them all on the largest island. There was an altar-looking object at the far end of the clearing, and it was upon this that she was perched. It chilled her to think what the altar's purpose originally was, but as it was snapped in half, she supposed it was symbolic. All of her emotions were gathered before her, and despite her requests, the traces of conversation still hovered in the air.
"HEY!" Brave shouted from the front row. "PAY ATTENTION!"
Everyone fell silent.
"Okay, guys, I want you here, but you have to be quiet, okay?" Raven told them, trying to meet all of their eyes individually. There was so much purple. "I'm opening the portal now."
She turned back around and sat on the cold stone, both hands delicately fingering the small crystal hanging from her neck. She began to chant softly, and the faster she spoke the brighter the stone glowed, until it was shining like a star.
Happy shot a confused glance at Knowledge. "I thought it was instantaneous!" she whispered.
"That's for transportation," Knowledge explained, eyes never straying from the real Raven. "If we want to keep a prolonged portal open that we may speak through, there are a few more details required."
"That's funny," Happy giggled, and Knowledge sighed.
Raven had finished her incantations, and with a deep buzzing sound the pendant lifted off her chest and flashed a brilliant white. There was a rush of wind, and suddenly a hole was ripped in the air in front of them, about the same diameter as the width of a car. Milky light swam across the portal for a few seconds, but then everything snapped into place and the streets of Azarath were visible.
"H-hello?" Raven called into it, unsure as to its functions. "Where did this thing open up? Can anyone hear me?"
"That's the temple," Knowledge said quietly, voicing the realizations Raven had just come to. "Arella should be there."
"Hello?" she called again. "Arella?"
"Raven?"
Arella's smooth voice coaxed a sigh of relief from Raven as she entered the room. Although seeing a portal opened in the wall showing a world with dozens of multicolored Ravens must have been rather disconcerting, Arella showed no signs of shock. Or, for that matter, emotion.
"Raven, it's good to see you. What's going on?"
"Mother… I have questions. I was knocked out, and I couldn't access Nevermore. I'm plagued with irrational visions, and my powers are on the fritz. Can you help me?"
"Oh, dear," Arella said, though her face remained impassive. "What's been happening?"
"The United States government is convinced that Emily is a vessel for chaos, prepared to explode as soon as she is born. They have been hunting us across the West Coast for a couple of days, aiming to eliminate her for the safety of the planet."
"That's absurd!" Arella huffed, and her eyebrows raised. "You are to come through this portal and take refuge here! Come!"
"No," Raven said firmly. "I am not leaving without my husband and friends."
A distressed look flickered across Raven's mother's features briefly. "Please, daughter…"
"No."
Arella sighed in defeat. "Raven, you are the only Azarathian that is part demon, so things may be a bit different for you. The nearest I can guess is that your body is unconsciously safeguarding the baby, even at its own expense."
"Excuse me?"
"When female demons are with child, they shut down. They do not move, and they cannot react. They are able to withstand whatever comes after them, however, because they are so resilient. I believe that your prolonged unconsciousness may be explained by this."
"My demon blood is causing this?" Raven asked. Arella nodded.
"You have a human body, though, so your shut down only succeeds in exposing you to harm. Perhaps a prolonged meditation will override that instinct."
So it wasn't the claw after all… at least, not entirely. "What about my powers? And Nevermore?" Raven insisted.
"I have a theory," Arella said softly. "I believe that your body is aware that the energy it can control finds its roots in evil. It may be keeping you from accessing Nevermore and using your powers to protect your child."
"More demon blood, huh?" Yep, it's definitely not the claw's fault. Raven muttered. "Why is am I taking such sensitive precautions?"
"Azarathian unborn are infinitely more sensitive than humans. Their minds are completely open, and their bodies have not developed resistance to magic. It is this that enables us to work energy the way we do, and comprehend the ways of the universe on the scale that we do, because we absorb everything as we develop. But if you use any of your demon powers, Raven, you run the risk of implanting demon energies within Emily. She may become exactly what the government says she will."
"They're right?" Raven gasped, and there were several gasps from the more sensitive emotions behind her.
"They can be, but not if you are careful," Arella warned.
"What about my visions?" Raven asked.
"What do they consist of?"
"Blood… and death. Everyone dying. Emily dying…"
Raven shuddered and stopped speaking, and a look of sympathy crossed her mother's face.
"I'm afraid that that may only be your fears amplified through your meditative abilities. I'm sorry, Raven, but there is no way to fix that."
Raven sighed. "Thank you, mother. I must go now."
"Are you certain you will not join us here?" Arella pressed.
"I am certain," Raven said, staring deep into her mother's eyes. "Goodbye."
Her hands left the crystal, and the portal faded away into mist.
Raven sank down onto the altar, pinching her brow, and the emotions she had gathered began to disperse. Soon only Knowledge remained.
"Now would be a good time to meditate," she advised. "See if you can override those demon instincts of yours."
"Yeah," Raven agreed, slowly rising to her feet. "And maybe find out about those two ovals I saw earlier."
(…)
When the sun rose, Raven had not moved an inch. Her ripped white T-Shirt, torn up jeans, and violet hair wafted around her in the breeze, but her face looked as though it had been carved from marble. The pale nature of her skin only added to this illusion.
"Raven…" Beast Boy breathed, watching her for any signs of life. Her chest rose and fell so little that only his eyes were sensitive enough to detect any movement.
"Garfield? What's going on?" Robin asked, walking up to their tent-ish structure. "Why isn't Raven moving?"
"She's meditating," Beast Boy explained quietly. "She's trying to figure out what happened during the battle."
Before Beast Boy could stop him, Robin had lightly shaken Raven's shoulder. She resisted the motion, but did not react.
"She's in deep," Robin muttered. "It'll probably be a while before she wakes up again."
"What now?" Cyborg asked, rising slowly to his feet, mechanical joints groaning. "We can't move with Raven in that condition."
"True," Robin said. "We really need at least a day to recover. That last battle wiped all of us out, and we're out of supplies. Raven's teleportation should have thrown them off for a while, so we'll be fine to wait."
"I don't know about you guys, but I can't wait here," Bumblebee said, hopping from foot to foot, wings buzzing lightly. "I need to fly."
"Actually, I was planning on sending you out anyway, if you don't mind," Robin confessed. "Can you fly out to the next town, maybe buy some supplies or get some info?"
Bumblebee smiled darkly. "Just the kind of work I excel at."
She positioned herself to take off, but Cyborg stopped her with two enormous hands on her shoulders.
"Karen…" he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "Be careful."
"I will," she promised, and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Then, with a flex of her wings, she was in the air and speeding away.
(…)
Brother Blood awoke on an operating table, tied down on his wrists and ankles. He strained against them, or at least tried to, anyway. His limbs were deactivated, and all he could move was his head and neck.
"You have failed us, Blood."
The mind reader whirled around to see two men standing in the doorway to the dark room. One was a man in a black suit, with short silver hair and dark eyes. The other man was mostly bathed in shadow; all Blood could see was a military outfit stretched over a massive frame. Heavy black boots adorned his feet, and thick black gloves covered his hands. Only one of his eyes was visible; the rest of his face was cloaked in darkness.
"You're my employer?" Blood asked, trying fruitlessly once again to break his bonds.
"Indeed, and you have demonstrated that you are incompetent on a grand scale. We send you after a small number of the Titans armed with an army and one of the most destructive biological weapons we have to offer. More than 80% of your men were killed, and 10% of the survivors were seriously injured. There was no remnants of the mechanical beast. We had to put you on life support for several hours in order to safely reactivate you." The larger man's smooth voice turned harsh. "We will not honor our deal. You are going back into jail, and will never see the light of day again."
"No!" Blood snarled, jerking his head around, teeth bared. "You will free me!" His eyes glowed red.
The man with the silver hair made to undo the bonds, but the larger man put a gloved hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"Your ridiculous mind tricks will not work on me, Blood," he said, and if his face hadn't been hidden, Blood would have sworn he had been smirking. "Guards, take him away from here."
Four men in dark uniforms entered, unfastening the belts around Brother Blood and taking his limp body away.
"Who are you?" Blood screamed back at the two men in the dark room, desperately twisting his neck around in vain efforts to liberate himself. "What sort of general are you, to hire criminals and hunt down superheroes? How can you resist my control so easily?"
The smaller man flinched backwards, but the man with the one eye remained impassive, arms folded calmly behind his back.
"Just call me Mr. Wilson. That's all you need to know."
(…)
Bumblebee touched down on the desert ground with a puff of dust, wings fluttering, and tossed a newspaper down into the midst of her team. She then wiped her brown and sank to the ground, leaning against her cybernetic husband.
"What happened?" Starfire asked as Robin picked up the paper. "Did you get any supplies?"
"No, too dangerous," Bumblebee panted. "Look at the headline."
Robin raised an eyebrow and obliged, clearing his throat before reading aloud.
"Titans Declared Enemies of Global Peace," he announced. "Governments Around the World Issuing Warrants For Arrests."
Immediately he whipped his communicator out from his belt and sent out a call. Beast Boy crawled over from his post beside Raven so he could see the screen.
"Arsenal!" Robin called into the speaker, desperately waiting for a signal. "Roy! Are you there?"
Static flickered across the screen, and suddenly video feed was established, showing the bouncing corridor walls of the archer's base in Steel City. Apparently the communicator was still attached to Arsenal's hip. They could see rubber bullets bouncing off the walls at crazy angles, and in the very corner they could see the edge of a bow, continually shooting off arrow after arrow.
"Richard!" the former Titans East member shouted as he fought. "There's authorities at my base! What the hell is going on?"
The screen tilted crazily, and suddenly the hallway was sideways, the floor taking up half of their vision.
"Ah! Get off me, you lousy… help!"
The feed broke, and they could see no more.
"Roy! Roy!" Robin screamed. There was no response.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the blank screen. Suddenly the Titan's symbol flickered back on, signaling an incoming call, and everyone jumped.
"Hello, Robin? Richard? Are you there?" called a voice, and the accent made the owner's identity unmistakable.
"Argent!" Starfire called. "Argent, are you okay?"
"I'm being attacked by bloody cops!" the New Zealander heroine shouted back, the screen showing glimpses of her panicked face between bouts of static. There was a burst of feedback over the speakers, and Argent screamed.
"Argent!" Starfire screamed, fingers anxiously digging into the ground. Everyone else sat in shocked silence.
"Help! Help!" the Honorary Titan could be heard shouting. "I didn't do anything wrong!"
The connection cut, but not a full second afterwards three more calls came in.
"Hello? Anyone?" called Pantha, before she was cut off by Hot Spot.
"Is anyone there? Help!" he called, but then Kilowatt appeared. He didn't even have time to say anything before three new calls came in over top of him; one from Bushido, one from Aqualad, and one from Red Star. All of their voices, the calls previously, and new calls streaming in all meshed together, forming a screaming cacophony of pleas for help and gunshots. As the screen flickered from call to call in rapid succession, there was one thing in common between them all; the presence of men in uniforms and the blinking lights of squad cars following each hero and heroine.
"Help!" all of them called almost in unison, and then, one after another, the calls ended.
(…)
Raven floated above the altar she had been previously sitting upon with the host of her emotions, legs folded and hands resting gently upon her knees. Her closed were closed tightly, and her eyes were shifting constantly beneath them. While she appeared calm enough, the visions she was having was anything but.
Raven gasped as the influx of red finally subsided.
"There," she panted. "That should suppress that shut down instinct of mine." She had been required to fight her way through her own demonic defenses to negate its effects, but she was confident now that wouldn't pose a problem anymore. She was tempted to wake back up so she could sleep, but she had one thing to take care of first.
Those ovals I saw… those colored ovals, she thought. Emily's aura… what happened to it?
Taking extra care to suppress her powers, Raven opened the window of sorts that separated her conscious mind from her child and looked in. Immediately the chaotic burst of colors, motion, and noise was back, knocking her senseless for a few seconds, but she managed to recover. The same vision as last time was showing again, the white oval of light splitting into a green one of equal intensity and shape, both flickering at the same pace. They both hovered there amidst the crushing noise and swirling rainbow of insanity, seemingly unaffected.
"What are you?" Raven called out to the vision, acting on a whim. "What are you showing me?"
Everything blinked, and she could see for a fraction of a second two faces; one a girl with bright green eyes and red hair, and the other a boy with purple eyes and black hair. Both seemed to be the same age, but while the girl seemed happy, the boy did not.
"Who are these people?" Raven called, still not sure if having a conversation with her deep subconscious was actually accomplishing anything. She remembered the picture of the girl, with her sparkling green eyes. They were so familiar…
"Was that Emily?" she asked. She received no response, but felt inside herself that she was correct. But wait… if that was Emily… who was the boy?
Purple eyes…
It briefly occurred to Raven that she had just accomplished foresight, something she had never even come close to before, but her other realization made at the same time was much more important.
"Oh my god…" she gasped. "I have to tell Garfield."
(…)
Beast Boy had taken up his post beside his wife once again, watching the orange sun sink slowly behind the desert mountains. A cool wind rushed across the sand, blowing some of it into his lap as it ran into him, blowing his green hair around his head. He reached up to wipe some of the sand off of Raven's face, but jumped and yelped in surprise when her violet eyes suddenly opened and she fell to the side. He caught her and guided her into his lap.
"Raven!" he said in surprise, and the other Titans whirled around. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"The government's going to be really mad at us now," Raven replied, smiling.
"Why?" Beast Boy asked, confused. Raven only smiled even larger.
"I'm having twins."
What's gonna happen?
I already know. Heck, I already have two whole books planned out after this. But you guys don't know! Whee-ha!
So yeah, I'll try and update sooner next time. … I promise!
And I'll say it a third time cuz it's so important; read Crashing Down and leave a review! You won't be sorry! I'll be posting the second part soon.
Who's the mysterious Mr. Wilson? Are Flash and Jinx really dead? What's going to happen now that all of the Titans are being hunted down again, but this time by the law?
…
TWINS?
Only time, and my devious little mind, will tell. I would love a review, and more episode ideas are always welcome!
Seeya soon, hopefully.