Hey I Know long time no update...
Well life isn't going as planned right now - my way of saying I'm lazy (lol)
If i somehow do own the titans this will be a movie and not fanfic story so there but... I do own DA and Angela Wayne (it'll be sad if i didn't own my original characters)
ENJOY!!
Raven's room
She woke up from the lack of warmth, she looked around her room, it was that light cream colour, the sort of thing that doesn't stir anything at all, not purity, not anger, it was just a colour. Period. Her hand moved up to the amethyst stone on her neck, and like she'd been hit by a bus all the memories that just happened a few hours ago crammed it self into her brain and just like that she'd realised what was amiss; her pillow, her guardian and for that moment her saint – Beast boy. She then suddenly shook her head to try get rid of such a lunatic idea. The door to her room slowly creaked, which caused her to watch as Beast boy steps in the room.
"Oh, hey… I just came to pick up my shoes."
She turns her head towards the floor and spotted a pair of black Adidas sneakers on the floor. She watches in shock as the changeling walks in and picks up his foot wear and leave the room.
Next day
"No. No! NO!!" The team all runs down to the living room to the source of distress to find Angela pacing in front of the TV yelling into her phone.
"I said. I REPEAT. I said black, red and blonde not ebony, amber and platinum."
"No. NO it isn't the same the ones you recommend is shades of the colours I want."
"Yeah I want the colours so obviously I want all the shades for each." She takes a deep breath causing her whole body to relax into a professional posture.
"Thank you, Ryan and tell Josh I won't be going to the bar for a while."
She hangs up the phone turns around and sees everyone staring at her, she crocks her head to the side and says.
"If you guys keep staring I'll tell Alfred to stop making waffles." A non-existent click goes off in everyone's head and all the boys immediately heads off to the kitchen with a hoodie and jeans wearing Victor taking the lead.
In Beast boy's room
It was approximately three pm and was writing down a list of objects he wanted in his room so he could finally watch his daily afternoon cartoons and anime, and do it in style (or the lack of it). All of the sudden his door flings open and a short black head hostess runs up grabs his wrists slaps on a watch and exists. After getting out of the shock he turns around to a small mirror on the wall and is faced with a olive skinned and green haired boy.
"Ladies… Gar the party man is back." As he just finishes this statement to his reflection. Angela walks back in holding up a packet…
"For the LORD's sake would you please stop moving?" Angela complains while she tries to lather the thick white cream on to the changelings still green hair. Gar on the other hand was still wriggling like a three year old and complaining about every small topic that came onto hand. Such as-
He was hungry
He was cold
He was hot
Her hands were cold
The cream stank
Etc. etc. etc. etc.
After three hours, one rinse and a lot of threats Angela was allowed to breath and let Beast boy admire his new platinum blonde hair with the tips left green making it look like he has blonde hair with green highlight rather than green hair with blonde roots.
"Ok… Your name from now on is ..?"
"Gar"
"Well done have a tiny teddy cookie." She says as she tosses him the tiny treat in to his mouth.
"You never ever …?"
"Take off the watch."
"Excellent" She praises, just as she is about to leave the boy starts to whine
"What now?"
"Me. Want. Cookies." He answers looking at her like he was three year old. She looks at the guy in front of her and then at the bag at her hand, and then repeats a few times and finally snaps.
"MY COOKIES!!"
A dark ally way, Gotham
A scream was heard so naturally DA follows it, and guess what it was a rat. Other than that the patrol was beyond boring. Her great partner Nightwing decided to have her take the after dinner shift and since she'd already made him go on the last one she had no excuse to get out of it. So now in one of the darkest ally ways of Gotham, sits the heroine, 'so this is what happens when you're bored to death and you can't just stab the closest living being' 'wait…. Bad girl… not suppose to be thinking like that.'
'J'onn might hear.' 'If you do hear me J'onn I'm not doing anything wrong.'… 'well unless you count talking to myself while sitting in the middle of a ally way wrong'
"Seriously I've been standing here for five minutes, and hell Angel I don't like being ignored." She feels her insides jump at the fright of being interrupted by the familiar and oh so annoying computerised voice. She lifts her head and glares from behind her sunglasses.
"Hey I was in the middle of a conversation!!" She snaps, and to her surprise the notorious thief sits down in front of her.
"What conversation?" He asks, tilting his head to the side to show his curiosity.
"The conversation with the might-be-listening-to-my-thoughts Martian Manhunter."
She replies. He slowly leans on his elbows keeping his eyes on the pair of sunglasses.
"If you have something to say, say it." She orders.
"Fine then, you look nice under this light…" He slowly leans forwards till his lips were a few inches away from her lips.
"Very angelic." Just like that he disappears leaving the cool wisps of air to replace the warm breath. She blinks for a moment completely shock and then yells to the night sky.
"YOU'RE SUCH AN ASS!!" After this large burst of anger to thin air she stands up and blends into the shadows, to only be spotted again zooming off on a motorbike which if you looked closely enough you could see a blue 'N' on it.
Back in the manor in a spare guest room
It was approximately eight pm when the little Asian decided to call upon the two female titans to follow her into this room; this was the only existing spare bedroom and was one of the largest in the mansion. Angela had previously in about ten minutes made it look like a beauty parlour. The two girls were forced to sit in two spin-able office chairs.
"Raven you go first." She declares and the empathic was allowed to rebuke she finds her self tilted backwards and a white plastic sheet placed on her.
"How would you like your hair, black with violet highlights, black or any other combination of a natural hair colour and highlights?" It took her less than a second to answer.
"Black" And there she stayed as she let her hair get dyed by the hostess. The think crème was applied painfully slow and then the horrible filling of having the feeling of gloved hands going through her hair. This, she knew was the reason she hated those open widowed shops with ladies and their hair in curlers being pampered by hand and feet. Angela soon leaves her to move to the red haired beside her. Strangely enough she asked no questions and immediately went on with a packet of dye. Angela already had something completely planned out for Star. She'd gotten her long red haired and started to get pieces of foil to wrap up segments of it. She'd had gotten ten different shades from strawberry blonde to dark amber, while Starfire watched her hair slowly grow with the amount of foil in it, she started to doubt the Chinese's action.
Three hours later
"IF YOU'RE A GUY AND UNDER 50 GET HERE NOW!!" Went the booming sound, through the hall ways like a walking spirit making its way to the intended receivers which involved a guy staring at his bike in the garage, an African-American trying out clothes in front of a full length mirror and a blonde boy clipping his toe nails. The three obediently followed the commanding noise to the spare room. Inside the room there was a white screen curtain blocking the view behind except for shadows. It didn't take long for the "nice little" Asian to have popped out, she made sure that the curtain was pulled back after her. She stood there with her hands behind her black Rock'n'roll skull t –shirt and her grey stretch jeans adorned legs closely placed together.
"Ahem" she cleared her throat, her head lifted higher than it normally was
"Ladies and well…. Boys" She started but then was interrupted with the trio of
"HEY!!" she ignored them and continued
"I'm happy to introduce you to, Kory Anders and Rachael Roth, normal teenager girls of the 21st century." With one sweep of her arm the curtain fell and to the guys surprise what faced them were just a black hair girl dressed in a dark blue hoodie from Louis Vuitton and a pair of grey skinny jeans stuffed in a pair of designer ankle length black leather boots with a silver square buckle on the outside edge of each boot. Her eyes were a dark blue. She had thick black mascara on and her skin seemed like light beige colour. Beside her stood a tall girl with hair that was made up of different shades of red and dark blonde making her hair seem strangely natural, she had thin eye brows above her big green eyes, which were under a pair of frameless green spectacles. She wore a white and sky blue turtle neck zip up singlet with a pair of baggy white ¾ caprice pants with tie-up ends which seemed to highlight the length of her legs and on her feet she wore a pair of ADIDAS slip-ons.
Short version? Well let's just say there was a puddle of drool on the floor…
"So what do you three think?"
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DA