I apologise once more for the lengthy period between this update and the last. This, coupled with the fact that I am going away for two weeks tomorrow, is why I have updated with two chapters instead of just one. So yeah; I know this technically does me out of reviews, because people just review the second one after reading both, but there is not much I can do about that…
Right. This chapter. I have some stuff to explain before we get cracking. First of all, the Senators appear in this chapter. This is the most that they are in it at all; in fact most of them you will not see again until the third part of the trilogy. There are three important ones who are in it quite a lot, but don't worry; there is no TTxOC romance (shudder) and they do not dominate the storyline more than any of the Teen Titans. Rest assured; because those above factors which I have avoided are precisely the things I despise in fan fiction.
I lie, however, when I say that all of them are mine. Arella, Raven's mother, is one of them. However… this is something else I need to point out. Her description is not the same as it is in the cartoon, in which she appears during The Prophecy for the grand total of around a minute. The reason for this is that I was writing this fic this time last year, and in Britain at that time, we had only just finished with Season Three. I did not know Arella even appeared in the show, however briefly. Therefore, when I wanted to include her, I was forced to improvise; the description of her you will read her is the original 80s New Teen Titans figure. Black hair, resemblance to Mary Grayson; the works. I did not change it after I had seen the animated version for reasons you will read below.
As for the rest of the Senators; they are all my mine. However, some of them are named after the friends who were reading the carbon copy (complete with my crazy illustrated chapter title pages) this time last year. That is why they appear to have relatively "normal" names. Again, I did not change them because that would have involved combing throughout the entire fic changing them, and if I miss one it would mean inconsistency for you guys. It was easier to leave them the way they were.
I hope they do not annoy you.
To; Narroch06, Rocky-White Wolf of Curses, Daybreak25, Phoenix Skyborne, YamiTai, Quinn and His Quill, Aeris-Raven, Seductive Angel, Thrillzone and any other readers, thankyou for your continued support and wonderful reviews! They mean so much to me, like you wouldn't believe…! ;)
And most especially to the Honourable Mr Quinn and His Quill – I did NOT steal the names Seth and Marcus from your original Chronicles of the Great Archipelago series on FictionPress (end of plug, hoping he doesn't sue)…
Also to Narroch06 – the (in)famous Seth Elliott makes his "appearance" in this chapter…
Enjoy!
The Fate Which Lies Within
Throwing open the intricately-carved wooden doors to the Senate House "meeting room", Raven nodded for Robin to follow her, her pretty face set and serious. She led him to the middle of the room as the doors closed behind them, seemingly all by themselves. It was large, as gothic and ornate as the entrance hall and all the corridors, but with one difference; in a perfect semi-circle were 13 ornate throne-like chairs, 6 on each side and one in the very middle. 12 of them were occupied by silent, brooding, lavishly-clothed figures, but the 13th chair, the largest one right in the centre of the arc, was empty. In the chair to the right of it sat a very beautiful woman in a purple silk dress with long shining black hair, and she looked up as Raven entered, followed closely by Robin. Raven seemed not to acknowledge it, but Robin could have sworn he saw a trace of a smile grace the otherwise-sad-looking woman's lips. In fact… he frowned. Studying her, she looked a little bit – no, make that a lot – like Raven.
A young, clean-shaven, dark-haired man in the chair on the other side of the empty one rose and bowed as Raven came to a halt. The shade of his hair was a deep oak colour that shone brilliantly, and he wore flowing crimson silk robes with a hood much like Raven's, which was, at present, down. A shining platinum girdle at his waist broke it up, and he wore matching platinum gauntlets on his forearms, shining visibly beneath his flowing crimson sleeves; they reminded Robin of Starfire's silver ones.
His eyes were deep pools of blue; bluer than even his.
"Welcome back, Lady Raven," he said, his voice calm. The others rose and all bowed; except, Robin noticed with interest, the black-haired woman, who merely stood, her hands clasped together.
Her mother?... Yes, he remembered Raven saying that her mother was a member of the Azarathian Senate, and not only did this woman look like his telekinetic friend, she hadn't bowed. What mother would bow to her daughter?...
The dark-haired man approached.
"You have much to tell us," he continued, his voice cool. Raven nodded.
"Yes, I do."
The man nodded too and turned his gaze on Robin.
"And this is the boy?"
"Yes. The Avenger."
The man gave Robin a quick once-over and extended his hand.
"Marcus Vandiver. A pleasure to make your acquaintance… Robert, isn't it?"
Robin hesitated. He had just denounced his superhero persona not less than 20 minutes ago…
"Robin," he corrected defeatedly, shaking with the senator. The man's eyebrows raised.
"Ah, yes… I know you. You're Batman of Gotham City's partner, aren't you?"
"Past tense."
The man took his hand back and smiled.
"Well, you certainly seem to be in a bit of a dilemma," he acknowledged, nodding at Robin's wings. "We'll see what we can do for you. In the meantime, why don't you meet the rest of the Azarathian Senate?..."
He gently took hold of the Boy Wonder's shoulders and pushed him forwards. Robin didn't resist but felt mildly alarmed at being separated from Raven. He glanced back at her wildly and she nodded, unsmiling but in a way that was strangely comforting to him. When he looked back he saw that all of the other senators had left their seats and formed a perfect line, a queue of sorts to meet him like he was a celebrity. In a way, he was; he was the Avenger. They were all watching him with a strange interest, and he doubted it was solely because he had demonic wings protruding from his shoulder blades.
"I think you should get to know them," Marcus Vandiver went on, one hand resting on Robin's left shoulder. "And do not fear us, dear boy. We are going to do everything within our power to help you. Think of us as your friends."
Robin nodded tensely. His detective's mind was working overtime as he studied the Azarathian people. Being American, he was used to black people, as almost a third of the USA's population was black, but the Azarathians were all white. By typical American statistics, in a group of 12 people like this at least two would be African-American like Cyborg, but the Azarathians all looked eerily similar. They all had pale, almost translucent skin, large long-lashed eyes of bright greens and blues and some purples – he noticed that none of them had brown, grey or black eyes – and their builds were slim and fragile, even the males'. All wore silk robes or dresses of various vivid colours, greens and reds and deep violets and royal blues, and they were delicately made and bore intricate designs. Raven's mother – he assumed it was Raven's mother – looked exquisite in her slim-fitting purple gown, with a silver celtic-designed breastplate much like Starfire's at her neck and a platinum tiara crowning her mane of flowing ebony hair. Her eyes were a deep blue, deeper than even his own, almost violet like her daughter's.
The first man approached Robin and he looked up, away from Raven's mother. He couldn't stop staring at her; her appearance was eerie to him, as she looked like a direct cross between Raven and his own mother, Mary Grayson. She had the same hair, the same pale, perfect skin, the same long slender fingers as his late mother.
"Robin, this is Jonathon Vaughan," Marcus Vandiver told him calmly as the tall auburn-haired man extended his hand. Robin shook with him – hanging out with businessman Bruce Wayne had its good points; he knew how to shake hands professionally – and Jonathon Vaughan smiled and stepped aside to let the woman in a green dress past. She had blonde hair that was perfectly straight, with a straight-cut fringe across her pale forehead.
"Sarah de Marçon," Marcus went on. Robin shook with her too. It was weird; they were so business-like in their manner, and yet they certainly weren't business-men and women.
Another woman followed Sarah de Marçon, this one with red hair like the woman who had brought them here.
"Aurora Mariotte," Marcus rattled off. It carried on this way, the Boy Wonder making acquaintances with seven other senators – Michael Shelley, Calica White, Lawrence Westten, Emma Tomasi, James Sinclair, Catriona Darke and Zachariah Warrix – before he finally got to shake hands with Raven's mother, who was last in the queue.
"And this, Robin, is Arella Roth," Marcus said softly. "The mother to your friend Raven, and our only Earth representative here in Azarath. She is named after our founding queen."
She did look like a queen, Robin thought, her grace, the way she carried herself. But she was not haughty in her manner, instead smiling pleasantly at him, looking remarkably like his mom. She was young, too, as his own mother had been; he suspected that Arella had only been in her teens herself when she had become pregnant with Raven.
And he hadn't realised that Raven was part-earthling. But if Arella was from Earth, as he was, then she had to be.
Arella extended her hand and Robin obliged but she didn't shake it, instead held it gently and kissed his fingertips through his glove. Robin was nonplussed, looking briefly at Raven, who offered no reaction. Arella straightened up again and just stood gazing at him, his hand held loosely in her own. Truthfully, it was starting to wig him out, the way she was just staring at him, her deep eyes unblinking. She wasn't even smiling anymore, and yet she still looked unnervingly like his mom.
The other senators were silent too, completely still. So was Raven.
The silence was oppressive and uncomfortable. He felt the burning desire to break it, shatter it like glass… he now knew why Raven was so creepy sometimes…
"You look like my mom…" He broke the spell eventually and immediately regretted it. That had sounded so stupid…
The smile returned to Arella's face, perhaps in amusement.
"And you like one of us," she replied, her voice soft and pleasant. She released his hand and left him puzzling that last statement as she and the other 11 senators filed back to their ornate seats. The thirteenth seat remained, of course, empty.
"We apologise that the head of the Azarathian Senate, Seth Elliott, could not be here at this present time," Marcus Vandiver explained as he sank back into his seat on the left of the empty one.
"He's never here," Jonathon Vaughan muttered darkly. "Always has better things to do these days…"
"Order, Jonathon, order," Marcus reprimanded him smoothly. Jonathon Vaughan settled back in his chair somewhat sulkily but said nothing more.
"Raven, you remember Seth Elliott?" Marcus went on. Raven nodded as she came up next to Robin.
"Of course I do," she said, speaking for the first time in the presence of the senators. "He was the one who insisted that the Orb of Azarath be removed to Earth."
Marcus nodded.
"A wise idea indeed," he agreed.
"At the time," Jonathon Vaughan added sceptically. Robin got the feeling that the auburn-haired senator wasn't particularly enamoured with this Seth Elliott, whoever he was, and his ideas.
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"Would you care to explain yourself, Jonathon?" He asked. Jonathon sat up again, locking his long pale fingers together.
"Well, yes. At the time of the orb's removal it was a good idea, but now the orb has been stolen and in accordance to Raven Roth's narration, the planet Earth is in susceptible peril."
"Does Seth even know that the orb is missing?" Catriona Darke – a tall woman with deep purple hair and similarly-coloured eyes – inquired. Marcus shook his head.
"I do not think so," he answered.
"And he hasn't been keeping tabs on it?" Aurora Mariotte pressed, shaking back her mane of red hair. "I thought he had been assigned as guardian of the orb?..."
"How can he guard it if he's never here?" Jonathon snapped.
Robin blinked and looked sideways at Raven; he hadn't meant to turn up here and start a fight. Raven didn't seem too perplexed.
"They're always like this," she muttered. "My people are a peaceful race – we do not war and we believe in democracy – but this lot sure can squabble for hours on end…"
Robin turned his eyes back to the 12 senators. They were conferring heatedly, and the Boy Wonder noticed it seemed to be Jonathon Vaughan stirring up the trouble; Marcus Vandiver was trying to keep the peace between the others as they took sides, while Arella Roth simply sat like a porcelain doll, pretty and completely oblivious.
"That orb is a dangerous object, Marcus!" Jonathon was saying irritably. "Seth is the most powerful out of all of us, and you're telling me he wasn't even made an effort to get it back?"
"Marcus already said he doesn't think Seth knows," Michael Shelley said patiently, running a hand through his combed-back dark hair.
"Isn't it his responsibility to know where it is!" Jonathon fired back.
"Please, gentlemen, order!" Marcus said desperately. "Why don't we let Raven explain the situation to us? She is the one who informed us of this dilemma. Raven?"
Raven nodded and looked briefly at Robin.
"I already explained most of it," she said quietly.
"To me," Marcus corrected. "Tell the others. Tell Jonathon."
Jonathon Vaughan rolled his hazel eyes and leaned back in his chair.
"There's a prophecy," Raven explained, turning her violet eyes on Jonathon. "A prophecy telling of the apocalypse, and it is interlinked with Azarathian history, concerning the founding of Azarath at the hand of Arella. It says that one of a Chosen Few will arise to claim the apocalyptic power of the Orb of Azarath, but only following two instances. One, the obtainment of a key; and two, the subsequent death of the one known as the Avenger."
"And the Avenger…?" James Sinclair looked sideways at Jonathon before looking directly at Robin.
"Oh, the boy. Makes sense," Zachariah Warrix agreed with a nod.
"Right. Our friend Robin," Marcus confirmed.
"And I suppose he wasn't born with those wings?" Sarah de Marçon stated rather than asked, twisting a strand of gold hair around her finger.
Marcus looked first at Robin, then to Raven, silently conveying her to continue.
Raven opened her mouth, then looked at Robin and he knew, even though she had not spoken, what she meant. She was asking him if he wanted her to mention about the rape.
He shook his head and she nodded pertly. There was no need for her to say it; he knew that, if her people were anything like Raven concerning their powers, they probably already knew.
"Yes, Robin is the Avenger," Raven went on softly. "And the enemy in question is one we have come up against many times before. His name is Slade and he is a very dangerous criminal. With the power of the orb in his grasp, I do not like to think what he would be capable of if the prophecy were to be fulfilled."
"And the Avenger has to be killed, correct?" Calica White pressed.
Raven nodded.
"By whom? This one you call Slade?" Lawrence Westten added. "Or anyone?"
"We do not know the ins and outs of the prophecy," Raven explained.
"But the wings? Something to do with this "Avenger" persona, I presume?" Emma Tomasi inquired.
"A death-attempt backfired, perhaps?" Jonathon added, pressing his fingertips together like Sherlock Holmes.
"We don't know," Raven said helplessly. "That's why we came here. We hoped you could help him…"
"And we shall try, Raven," Marcus promised. "We'll do whatever we can. I have already made contact with Seth Elliott. When he arrives back in Azarath he will take over in the supervision of this strange case."
Jonathon snorted.
"He can't even keep track of a stone ball and you're putting the poor kid's life in his hands…" he muttered darkly.
"Seth has a greater knowledge of magic – both light and dark – than any of us here. It is best that he handles it," Marcus said dismissively. "He will look into the issue of the Orb of Azarath in due time."
"There might not be due time!" Jonathon snapped, standing up abruptly. He turned sharply towards Raven and Robin. "When did you say the orb was stolen from Jump City Museum, Raven?"
"Around… a week ago?..." Raven was unsure and looked briefly at Robin for confirmation; he nodded, gazing intently at Jonathon Vaughan. He could tell that this senator didn't have time for languid methods or unclear facts.
Much like himself.
Marcus Vandiver, on the other hand, seemed completely in confidence of this elusive Seth Elliott, Head Senator. Nobody was exactly siding with Jonathon, but Robin noticed that some of them were nodding slightly in agreement with the auburn-haired man. He noticed also, with definite interest, that it was the other men, albeit Marcus, - Michael Shelley, James Sinclair, Lawrence Westten and Zachariah Warrix – who were doing the agreeing. The women were frowning at Jonathon's scepticism and Arella simply appeared bored, as though she went through this everyday. Maybe she did.
He tore his eyes away from the senators and looked at Raven.
"Yeah, maybe just over a week ago," he said, nodding again. "Beast Boy and I did the inquiry at the museum following the theft."
"And there was nothing unusual?" Jonathon probed, still standing. "Nothing out of the ordinary?"
"Well, nothing forensic-" Robin started.
"And you're telling me the almighty Seth Elliott didn't know about this?" Jonathon interrupted, near hysterical as he turned on Marcus once again.
"Jonathon, if you're going to make a scene in front of Raven and her friend, perhaps you should leave," Marcus countered coolly, evading Jonathon's outburst. "Perhaps an hour's meditation will calm you down."
"What good is meditation going to do anyone at a time like this!" Jonathon demanded. Robin agreed with him, but didn't voice his opinion, and out of the corner of his eye to the right he saw James Sinclair and Zachariah Warrix nod slightly too.
"Wake up, Marcus!" Jonathon went on irritably. "We've had a centuries-old prophecy arise out of nowhere concerning the Orb of Azarath, our orb, and it's been stolen by some mortal idiot hell-bent on destroying the planet Earth and murdering this poor kid over here-" – he gestured wildly at Robin at this point – "- who now has wings sticking out of his back thanks to some form of magic, and none of us are exactly sure of the motive behind it… and you're telling me to meditate? Mellow out, dude? Is that it? You think Seth's so brilliant he can sort all this out by himself? Well, unless he has a time-machine, Marcus, I think-"
"Jonathon, sit down."
All eyes turned to Arella, who had risen from her own chair and was standing firmly, her deep eyes on Jonathon. He was silent, watching her. Her voice was not angry or unpleasant; it was an order, but not one that he would resent. More of a suggestion, really.
Jonathon Vaughan breathed out heavily and sat down again, settling back into his seat between Calica White and James Sinclair.
Robin glanced at Raven; she was smiling a little. Robin himself didn't know whether to smile at this or not; he now knew where Raven got that uncanny knack of silencing arguments with a simple "Shut up".
"Back to the matter at hand," Marcus said as if nothing had happened; Arella sat down again and started to examine the nails of her left hand. "Seth will handle the situation when he returns. As I have said, I have already contacted him. I explained the basis of what we knew, but I shall make contact with him again once this meeting has adjourned with full details of the situation. In the meantime, however, we shall handle the issue of your friend, Raven."
Robin felt Raven's hand brush slightly against his, but wasn't sure if it was intentional.
"And the procedure would be?" Raven pressed.
Marcus looked briefly at Arella, who returned his gaze and said nothing.
"Well, much the same as was practiced with your mother when she became impregnated with you, Raven," Marcus explained, turning his gaze back on the two Teen Titans.
"But Robin isn't pregnant," Raven said, sounding incredulous. "He's a boy!"
Some of the female senators stifled giggles and fought to keep straight faces as Marcus ploughed on:-
"Ah, no… that wasn't quite what I meant. As your mother herself will tell you, Raven, she was kept in specific conditions throughout the duration of her pregnancy. Because, obviously…"
"Trigon was the father," Arella finished herself, her voice quiet.
"Yes… that… Anyway, since we do not know exactly what is wrong with Robert-"
"His name is Robin," Raven corrected mildly. Robin raised an eyebrow.
Actually, it's Dick…
He kept that to himself. He didn't want to confuse Marcus even more.
"Yes, of course. Sorry… Well, I doubt that this sudden change in his anatomy is a good thing, so it would be best if he were to be monitored in the same fashion as Arella. When Seth arrives he can decide where we should go from there."
Raven nodded.
"Fine, that seems like a good idea," she agreed. "However…" She produced the arrow from beneath her long purple cloak. Marcus and Jonathon both stood abruptly at the sight of it.
"Raven, what…?" Marcus trailed off, running a hand through his dark hair.
Raven approached them both and they came to meet her, Marcus with one hand outstretched to receive it. She gave it to him and both men were silent for a while as they studied the beautiful arrow.
"Where did you get this, Raven?" Jonathon asked eventually, looking up at her.
"Slade shot it into Robin's heart," Raven explained. Marcus looked up too at this.
"What? But how…?"
"How is he still alive?" Catriona Darke asked from behind them. All eyes immediately turned on Robin and he wished he turn invisible.
"We don't know," Raven said desperately. "But it definitely carries some form of magic, and the wings appeared the same day he was shot – that was yesterday – so we know whatever it's done to him isn't good…"
She looked back at Robin at this point and he saw that she looked worried. He frowned at her and she turned away again, facing back to Marcus and Jonathon.
"And earlier," she went on, lowering her voice so that he couldn't hear her, "he lost his temper over something and when I touched him I felt a blinding evil shooting through me, and it came right out of him. It was not his aura, but then, if it was not his, then what…?"
Robin could hear the three of them wildly whispering, occasionally casting worried glances in his direction, and it was really starting to annoy him. Instead he turned his attention to the other senators; they too seemed bored and irritated by their sudden disclusion and were occupying themselves in other ways. Michael Shelley and Lawrence Westten were debating something, Aurora Mariotte and Catriona Darke were engaged in a conversation with Calica White and Emma Tomasi, Sarah de Marçon was absently braiding her blonde hair, and James Sinclair and Zachariah Warrix were playing Twenty-ones with a deck of cards.
He looked at Arella, and was freaked out when he saw that she was staring straight back at him, the tiniest of smiles on her pretty face. She didn't move at all, and neither did he, and they remained that way until Robin suddenly found his vision obscured
by the red silk-robed figure of Marcus Vandiver.
"Robin, if what Raven says is true, then you may be in grave danger," the senator said gently, taking the Boy Wonder by the shoulders. Robin blinked at him, confused.
"Excuse me?"
"Raven says that she sensed something evil in you," Jonathon explained, coming to Marcus' side with Raven in tow. "Something that was not a part of your soul, and if she is right…"
Robin looked from Marcus to Jonathon to a very upset-looking Raven, then back again. He hadn't been particularly afraid before, but now their expressions frightened him. They looked so worried, as though there was something terribly wrong with him…
"The meeting is adjourned," Marcus said, turning to the other senators. "You may leave for now. Another meeting will be called as soon as Seth Elliott arrives back in Azarath."
The 10 other senators, including Arella, left their seats and filed out silently, the door closing behind Michael Shelley, the last to leave.
"Now, you need not be frightened," Marcus went on quickly, turning back to Robin. "We believe that we can help you to conquer this evil and banish it from your body, but you must do as we say."
Robin nodded mutely, struggling to take what they were saying in.
"The thing is, we have seen this before," Jonathon said quietly. "It's usually possession by a demon of some sort, and your case seems to be the same. Usually the possessed person gains certain characteristics, such as claws or fangs or savage personalities, or in your case, wings. It's nothing life-threatening as long as it is treated in the right way, so don't worry too much. If you listen to us and allow us to help you, we'll be able to get it out of you before it does any damage."
"We've noticed that these demons usually bask in certain indulgences," Marcus added. "That's normally the reason they take over people in the first place. They feast on souls, you understand, so when they're done wreaking havoc or whatever they're doing, they eat their host's soul and then leave and go elsewhere."
Jonathon saw Robin go pale and glared at Marcus.
"Listen, kid, don't worry," he pressed. "It's very rare it happens. Like Marcus said, these demons thrive on indulgence."
Robin frowned.
"What do you mean by indulgence?" He asked.
Jonathon actually grinned.
"Well, all those bad naughty things that are oh-so-much-fun," he gushed. "Basically, no sweet stuff, no junk food; you have to go on a staple diet, you know, bread and water and other stuff that's good for you."
"But how does that help-" Robin started; it seemed stupid to him, that you could exorcise a demon from your body by doing what mommy had told you years ago, "Eat your vegetables".
"Because the demons don't like it," Jonathon interrupted. "I know it seems stupid; these demons are like little kids, I swear… So, no chocolate, no cake, nothing that's considered to be pleasurable… Let's see… no sex…"
Robin blinked and looked at Raven. She shrugged, still with the worried expression on her face.
"Robin, you have to listen to this," Marcus said firmly, shaking him a little. "He's right; I suppose you wouldn't really be having sex here, but you can't do anything that's even related to it, not even mast-"
"Ok, ok, I get it!" Robin interrupted sharply, utterly perplexed. "No jerking off…"
Raven's head snapped up.
"Robin!"
He could tell she was annoyed, and he knew that her tone implied; "There's a time and a place for your blunt American slang, Wonder Boy; this isn't it.".
"It doesn't matter, Raven," Marcus sighed. "As long as he understands…"
Robin looked at Jonathon; the auburn-haired senator was smirking at his said American slang, but he hurriedly straightened his face as he realised Robin was watching him.
"Also, there are a few other minor things," Marcus said, clearing his throat. "You have to bathe twice a day, morning and night."
Robin jerked a thumb towards his wings sceptically, indicating; "Point me towards a shower I can actually get into and I'm way ahead of you,".
"You haven't seen the bathroom, obviously," Jonathon said mildly. "The word "swimming pool" springs to mind…"
Robin looked briefly at him, then back at Marcus.
"Meditation," the senator said simply. "I'm sure Raven will be only too obliged to teach you how to do it, but some of the council will be assigned to see to it that you spend your days constructively. You'll be educated in different ways and means of meditation and soul-centering, enabling you to control the demon within you more easily. Also, you may read, if you wish. The Senate House library is always open and is home to many thousands of books."
"What about martial arts?" Robin inquired. Marcus shook his head.
"We are not denying that your Earthly martial arts are indeed a complex and skilled art form requiring great discipline and prowess. However, even the fluid katas feed aggression, another thing the demon thrives on. We cannot allow you to practice it, I'm afraid."
"Don't you even have a gym?"
Marcus peered hard at Robin.
"You are an intelligent boy; I am able to tell. You are gifted with a great mind. Perhaps it is time you learned to use it correctly. That is the analogy of the Azarathians. We believe that training the mind in turn hones the body." He looked at Raven. "You have to be born with the ability of telekinesis, but there is no reason why you should not have as well-trained a mind as Raven, Robin. You might be surprised by what comes of it…"
Ah, so that's what's wrong with our boy…
Hehhehheh…
I hope you like my OCs so far and that they didn't piss you off. My personal favourite is Jonathon (not named after one of my friends; neither are Marcus or that Seth Elliott guy… whom I promise you will be seeing and hearing a lot more of), which is why he is so pessimistic…
Next chapter: More wisdom from Jonathon Vaughan, and a confrontation with Beast Boy…
Anyone who has seen "that" One Piece AMV… sail on (to the next chapter)!
- RobinRocks xXx
