Disclaimer: I own not the franchise of Teen Titans. Wish I did. However, Original characters Masamune and Shard Katal are both of my ownership. I don't mind their usage by another, but at least ask first.
Last Time: Cinderblock's rampage gathered the attention of many: The law enforcement, the Teen Titans, and even some peculiarities! The stone giant eluded the Titans, but ran out of the frying pan and in the fire when two alien-like assailants blocked his path. One of them, the fast-tongued Shard, wrenched the item of importance (A cursed helmet with historical properties) from Cinderblock, and the other, a silent brute named Masamune, smashed the rockheaded villain into dust. However, their presence wasn't subtle enough......
The Cat's Eye Triad
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Chapter 2: Aftermath of Wrath
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Gotham City
Morning came to the city of Gotham, a city which is daily and nightly plagued by the minds of evil and the fists of chaos. Yet, on this day in autumn, chaos seemed to bow out of the dance of life right now.
Chaos, apparently, had already left its mark.
In the southern part of Gotham, a youth by the name of Owen Zimmerman, awoke at almost midnight to find a very big surprise in a nearby alley.
That surprise was in fact, The villain Cinderblock.
In shock, Owen immediately called the police. Unfortunately, he didn't get an answer until almost two in the morning. The officers told him that they would be over there by 9:00, with the aid of the Teen Titans. Though Relieved, the youth wasn't necessarily willing to sleep after this sight. As day came, the police came to the home ran by Owen, and studied the body.
It wasn't long before Teen Titans Cyborg, Starfire, and Robin arrived. Needless to say, Owen Light was grateful for their appearance.
"Thank goodness you're here! Any longer with the coppers and I'd lose my mind!" The ebony-haired youth said in greeting. Owen was the same age as the other titans, but he possessed a mind of ambition and responsibility. This was good, for he was left in charge of his business, an arcade, after the hospitalization of his father (He lives in the Arcade). His eyes shone a copper glow, and his clothes were of a casual sense, but he was most noticeable for the wheel chair he was marooned in. He apparently had no feeling in his legs, but that didn't damper his resolve.
The police seemed to do that enough.
"Hey Owen! How ya been?" Cyborg said, greeting him like a customer to a favored proprietor.
"I've been holding up well, Thank you, but I've had my work cut out for me as it is right now." Owen said, scratching the back of his neck.
"The body's over there?" Robin interrupted, pointing to where a large congregation of bluesuits(coppers) were huddled around a large....something.
"Yeah. Go if you want, but those coppers are edgy. Mustn't have had their coffee today." Owen replied. Starfire and Robin then proceeded over to where the body of the stone goliath lay. Cyborg, on the other hand, chose to chew the fat with his friend.
"Told the cops what happened?" Cyborg asked, striking a conversation with the lame youth.
"Everything I know, And yet they still think I played a bigger role in this fiasco."
"Whadda ya mean a bigger role?" The metal giant asked. Owen merely shrugged.
"They think I have that 'priceless' artifact that Cinderblock bungled last night, And I bet this assumption is all because of my heritage."
"Well, Cyborg scratched his bald head,"I can see where they can get that idea."
Owen seethed,"Cyborg! Just because my father was Dr. Light doesn't automatically make me a criminal!" Owen calmed down before continuing, "Besides, I couldn't steal if my life depended on it. I'm chained to this wheel chair for the moment."
Cyborg turned his eyes to the lifeless Cinderblock."So what happened, anyway?" He asked.
"Quite a struggle from what I heard." Owen responded.
"How?" The cybernetic hero questioned. He knew Cinderblock was a ferocious and formidable foe.
"I don't know who did it, but there were at least two of them. I heard one keep flapping his yap, taunting Cementman like a carni-clown. Sounded like Beast Boy, only with deep malice. I think this guy took the helm and ran, leaving Cinderblock behind."
"Then who stopped Cinderblock?" Cyborg asked.
"The second assailant. Didn't hear this one speak, though. He made growling noises, like some big cat in Africa. However, If this guy was truly alone, then all I got to say is this: Cinderblock didn't see it coming."
The half-mechanical teen then noticed something else,"What's with the imprint in the ground?"
"Cinderblock's head. Must've been dropped ten feet from the air headfirst. Either he was levitated, or he was lifted physically, and I can't fathom either choice."
Cyborg's eyes widened. Though he mentally agreed that it was practically inconceivable for Cinderblock to be picked up and dropped, as even he hadn't the power, something in the back of his cybernetic brain told him that someone had definitely done the impossible. "Who do you think did this?" He asked.
"I would say Plasmus, but he's locked up at the moment," Owen rubbed his chin, "or it might be some new vigilante. I'm not sure, but I think this was a message."
"And what would that be?" The titanium-armored teenager said.
"I'm coming for you." The son of Dr. Light replied darkly, imitating what he felt the voice of the assailant would be.
"But I may just be wrong!" Owen said quickly, shifting his attitude to a more bright tone. "Maybe the Justice League came down and swatted the golem, eh?" Owen was attempting to make his friend forget the possibility of a strong, ominous foe. Unfortunately, he wasn't succeeding at all.
"So A newbie wants to mess with us? I'll gladly toss out the welcoming mat," Cyborg cried, almost in anticipation. Owen promptly slapped his forehead.
"Don't underestimate this person! We don't even know what he looks like!" The handicapped youth pleaded, but it was to no avail. Cyborg was now riled up for the unknown foe.
"Doesn't matter. The Titans will still beat him." Cyborg said, now more calmly.
"For goodness sake! Look at what we know! Whoever did this must have had the power of a locomotive! And it took all five of you to beat Cinderblock last time; The cement head got bulldozed last night! Please don't charge head first." Owen pleaded once more.
"Look, after this, I don't think we got a choice. We will eventually cross paths, and when we do, the Teen Titans will toss him in jail." Cyborg declared.
Owen merely shook his head,"Fine, my friend; Just remember that there was a duo, not a solo fighter last night. See ya around."
Owen Light then grabbed his wheels and rolled himself into the arcade. Cyborg looked and joined Robin and Starfire, whom had been questioning the police. Cyborg was in deep thought, as his bravery faded as he got a clear look at the fallen golem.
His face looked like it had a jackhammer worked on it. Large chunks and chips of his body lay scattered across the alleyway. Cinderblock was tough, but even Cyborg began to see why Owen had wanted the Titans not to chase after the duo of destruction: His faith in the adolescent superheroes was beginning to waver at this sight.
Still, that wouldn't effect Cyborg's confidence. Not yet.
Meanwhile, Robin and Starfire were wrapping up their conversation with the head police officer, a portly, red-bearded man with a heavy Scottish accent.
"Well, I think that is eve'ything, young lad. If you're friends need any help, The force would be glad to give you laddies a hand." The head policeman said.
"Thanks for everything Lt. McGregor," Robin said in return to the red-faced officer. Though he seemed a bit boisterous, he had given a decent amount of information to the Titans.
"No problem, sonny. No if you'll will excuse me, I've got a boulder to jail." The Lieutenant said, saluting, before turning to his fellow officers.
"So, what's the problem?" Cyborg asked the leader of the Titans. Starfire answered in response.
"Robin says that we should wait until we get back into the Tower to say this." The alien girl replied.
"Why is that? " Cyborg questioned.
Robin spoke next,"Because what the police told me is a bit disturbing........."
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Meanwhile........
In an abandoned warehouse, two figures remain silent as the day passes on.
Well, one at least.
"Hey, Hey, Hey, Its Fat Cat Albert!"
Though isolated for a while, ever since the Titans' battle with the manipulative Puppet King, The warehouse had remained utterly isolated, occupied only by silence and lone machinations. This fact made it ideal for a temporary hideout for two aliens, Namely, The Dastardly Duo, Shard and Masamune.
The smaller of the two, Shard, was no longer donned in his tuxedo that he wore the night before. Instead, He was clothed in a body suit with a light, orange padding over his chest and the rest, from his abdomen to his ankles, a brilliant azure. The blue part of his suit also covered his upper arms, but his furred, catlike hands and feet jutted out. Also, He possessed a small helm which was also orange, adorned with four spikes, and covered his left eye. Apparently, he was speaking on a cellphone, and his laid-back, joker-style attitude was as flamboyantly displayed as ever.
"Yo bosscat!" Shard said into the receiver,"You got everything under control on that train?"
"You know I do, Shard Katal. What about you?" The voice on the other line was collected, picking its (It sounded like a male) words like a they were in a pear tree.
"Ah, One-Eyed Jack and I are in this creepy but crappie warehouse. Looks like the assembly line for Mustangs here." Shard replied, scratching his feline ears.
"At least your face wasn't planted on the news." The other line replied.
"Heh, well you said 'work subtlety.'"
"I wouldn't call the massacre Masamune did to the golem 'subtle.' I'd call that a bloodbath, But still, you were not seen."
"Hey,Hey,Hey! Its not that big!" Shard Katal said in defense.
"Not Big!? Not Big!? Masamune's attack is on ten News channels as we speak!! Of course its big news!" The boss of Shard argued, a hint of displeasure in his voice.
"My, My, Aren't we calm?" Shard said sarcastically. There was a short pause before the third associate spoke once more.
"You know what our job is. We have our targets in Gotham. As soon as I bring this ancient helmet to Jaeger (Pronounced [Yae Gar)), I'll be heading back there by train. Do NOT apprehend our targets until my return."
"Awwwww! Why?!" The cat-man complained.
"You're not the only Var' Shir whom desires a contest. These targets will be quite interesting, probably more so that the Crimson Foot that we bagged last time. Just keep Masamune in check. I'll be back in about seven days."
"All right, All right. I'll keep my eye on him. Just show up soon, or I'll go mountain lion on your carcass."
"Farewell, Shard." The voice said, before the phone on the other side shut off.
Shard turned his phone off and promptly imitated a famous actor in a great phony accent,"Well, Now I've heard everything!" He dropped the accent and looked around,"Where are yas, Masamune?"
The Var' Shir (As that was their species name) looked around in the warehouse, trying to spot his white tiger friend. It wasn't long before he found him, but in a fashion he did not expect.
Masamune was sitting on the cold concrete, leaning against the droll walls. It appeared that the silent brute had gone into a frenzy in Shard's absence: Steel beams had been bent, chunks of the wall had either been ripped out or imprinted with a giant fist mark, and even a forklift was damaged, turned completely upside-down. The eight foot tall animal responsible seemed docile at the moment, but Shard was puzzled. Why would Masamune fling himself into a berserk style without provocation? No one, apart from himself, was in the warehouse.
"Yo, big guy!" Shard called to him. Masamune gave no implication that he heard him, either asleep or just plain ignorance. Shard looked again at his one-eyed comrade and noticed a black briefcase firmly clutched in his right hand.
"Hey, Oswald!" The shorter Var' Shir said, raising his voice. This got the tiger titan's attention, as his eye flashed open. He glared at his comrade, and the edge of his mouth curled opened, pearly, white teeth glinting, as he growled in annoyance.
"Ah, C'mon! If I let ya sleep any longer, it'd be moontime by the moment you wake! Besides, I feel we should check around the city. What do ya say?"
Shard was exaggerating his movements greatly as he spoke, making it appear almost like he was babying the silent giant. Masamune said nothing, but remained growling, not at all amused.
"Hehehehe.....Where's your sense of humor? Besides, I'm getting tired of this stone linoleum and the doldrums its conjuring. Lets go before I have to drag ya."
Masamune did not immediately get up, and continued to growl for a few more minutes. He eventually brought himself up to full height, greatly towering over his much shorter companion. His left eye bore down on Shard, giving him an even more intimidating appearance. Despite this, Shard showed no fear, and asked his comrade a mere question.
"Hey, What's with the briefcase? Why aren't ya carrying your weapon case?" The smaller Var'Shir jerked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating a long, black briefcase, much bigger than the one in Masamune's hand. The eight-foot tiger merely roared loudly. He then shoved the case in hand right into Shard's face, making a silent message that said "Keep this then." The white tiger grabbed the larger case and walked away, into the sunlight that greeted him.
"Was it something I said?" Shard mumbled under his breath, confused at His enormous companion's unvoiced antics. He didn't ponder this for long, as the puma-like Var' Shir quickly ran after the white tiger.
"Wait up, you white-furred son of a gun!!" The short joker said, rushing to catch up with his comrade.
Shard got outside and looked about him. No where did he see his enormous comrade, No trace of his glistening white fur. It was as if Masamune had vanished (Which Shard knew was impossible). Frantic, The Pumalike Var'Shir glanced around again, looking up, right, left, forward, backward, downward, but not succeeding in spotting his giant and unstable friend.
"Darnit! Darnit! Where is he!?" He cried. The passersby paid no heed to his shout, nor did they find it odd that a creature that seemed to hail from the Isle of Dr. Monroe was in their presence.
Shard seethed at the realization that his companion ditched him. He was greatly incensed at the fact that the silent white tiger had pulled one over his eyes. However, He saw that he had Masamune's extra briefcase. Though He could not open it (For Masamune had tightened the hinges), Shard knew that sooner or later, the Tiger Titan would come back to him.
Still, That did not change the fact that he was thoroughly pissed off!
"Darn you, You Tammany Tiger! I'll get you for this embarrassment!" Shard's tone then changed dramatically, to a more sly tone,"But Right after I check MacDonald's!" And with that, The small Var'Shir pressed something on his wrist, making new clothes, in this case a tilted bowler and a purple pinstripe suit, materialize over his samurai bodysuit. He then walked towards where he felt the local Fast Food restaurant was.
Unbeknownst to him, Masamune was in the opposite direction that Shard was heading, almost in plain sight. The reason Shard did not spot him was his size and the fact that Masamune had been standing in front of a telephone booth. Also, Like with Shard, None of the civilians seemed to notice the white tiger's inhuman traits, but It was plausible that this came from people too immersed in their business.
Either way, Masamune didn't care.
As he walked northward on the sidewalks, by a street called Jackson Boulevard, He passed a Television shop and took notice of the News.
"......And we're back with today's top story, Cinderblock's assaulter: Vigilante, Titan, or Power-hungry villain? " Masamune's ears twitched at the word 'titan',"It was discovered that the five Titans, on their testimony and Commissioner Jacob Gordon report, that no part of this vicious attack was done by any of them. It is thus believed that vigilante is the most likely answer to this harsh assault. It is likely that the Titans will come face to face with this person. Lt. McGregor, whom was investigating the scene, stated that it was highly likely that Owen Zimmerman, the son of renowned photologist and villain, Dr. Light, is responsible, yet Zimmerman refused to comment. It is also believed that the one responsible took a priceless artifact, from Cinderblock, Which is known as the Helm of Lethe, dating back to 14th century Europe. In other news....." At this point, Masamune ignored the rest, and continued up street.
It was Shard Katal, as he knew, that took the Cursed Helm from Cinderblock. He didn't remember what his boss's reply was, but he knew The leopard was not anger nor joyed.
Dismissing any further thoughts, the giant feline hoisted his case onto his shoulder, and continued on. He then noticed something in the distance, to his right, He turned.......
......And spotted A T-shaped tower, The Titan's Tower.
Masamune grinned. He may not have been ordered to kill, but he was still going to make them squirm and scream.
The White tiger trudged nearer to his destination, the base of his targets.
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End Chapter.
Note: Pardon me if Raven and Beast Boy weren't present in this chapter, but I assure you readers that they will appear in the next update. Till Next Time.
Last Time: Cinderblock's rampage gathered the attention of many: The law enforcement, the Teen Titans, and even some peculiarities! The stone giant eluded the Titans, but ran out of the frying pan and in the fire when two alien-like assailants blocked his path. One of them, the fast-tongued Shard, wrenched the item of importance (A cursed helmet with historical properties) from Cinderblock, and the other, a silent brute named Masamune, smashed the rockheaded villain into dust. However, their presence wasn't subtle enough......
The Cat's Eye Triad
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Chapter 2: Aftermath of Wrath
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Gotham City
Morning came to the city of Gotham, a city which is daily and nightly plagued by the minds of evil and the fists of chaos. Yet, on this day in autumn, chaos seemed to bow out of the dance of life right now.
Chaos, apparently, had already left its mark.
In the southern part of Gotham, a youth by the name of Owen Zimmerman, awoke at almost midnight to find a very big surprise in a nearby alley.
That surprise was in fact, The villain Cinderblock.
In shock, Owen immediately called the police. Unfortunately, he didn't get an answer until almost two in the morning. The officers told him that they would be over there by 9:00, with the aid of the Teen Titans. Though Relieved, the youth wasn't necessarily willing to sleep after this sight. As day came, the police came to the home ran by Owen, and studied the body.
It wasn't long before Teen Titans Cyborg, Starfire, and Robin arrived. Needless to say, Owen Light was grateful for their appearance.
"Thank goodness you're here! Any longer with the coppers and I'd lose my mind!" The ebony-haired youth said in greeting. Owen was the same age as the other titans, but he possessed a mind of ambition and responsibility. This was good, for he was left in charge of his business, an arcade, after the hospitalization of his father (He lives in the Arcade). His eyes shone a copper glow, and his clothes were of a casual sense, but he was most noticeable for the wheel chair he was marooned in. He apparently had no feeling in his legs, but that didn't damper his resolve.
The police seemed to do that enough.
"Hey Owen! How ya been?" Cyborg said, greeting him like a customer to a favored proprietor.
"I've been holding up well, Thank you, but I've had my work cut out for me as it is right now." Owen said, scratching the back of his neck.
"The body's over there?" Robin interrupted, pointing to where a large congregation of bluesuits(coppers) were huddled around a large....something.
"Yeah. Go if you want, but those coppers are edgy. Mustn't have had their coffee today." Owen replied. Starfire and Robin then proceeded over to where the body of the stone goliath lay. Cyborg, on the other hand, chose to chew the fat with his friend.
"Told the cops what happened?" Cyborg asked, striking a conversation with the lame youth.
"Everything I know, And yet they still think I played a bigger role in this fiasco."
"Whadda ya mean a bigger role?" The metal giant asked. Owen merely shrugged.
"They think I have that 'priceless' artifact that Cinderblock bungled last night, And I bet this assumption is all because of my heritage."
"Well, Cyborg scratched his bald head,"I can see where they can get that idea."
Owen seethed,"Cyborg! Just because my father was Dr. Light doesn't automatically make me a criminal!" Owen calmed down before continuing, "Besides, I couldn't steal if my life depended on it. I'm chained to this wheel chair for the moment."
Cyborg turned his eyes to the lifeless Cinderblock."So what happened, anyway?" He asked.
"Quite a struggle from what I heard." Owen responded.
"How?" The cybernetic hero questioned. He knew Cinderblock was a ferocious and formidable foe.
"I don't know who did it, but there were at least two of them. I heard one keep flapping his yap, taunting Cementman like a carni-clown. Sounded like Beast Boy, only with deep malice. I think this guy took the helm and ran, leaving Cinderblock behind."
"Then who stopped Cinderblock?" Cyborg asked.
"The second assailant. Didn't hear this one speak, though. He made growling noises, like some big cat in Africa. However, If this guy was truly alone, then all I got to say is this: Cinderblock didn't see it coming."
The half-mechanical teen then noticed something else,"What's with the imprint in the ground?"
"Cinderblock's head. Must've been dropped ten feet from the air headfirst. Either he was levitated, or he was lifted physically, and I can't fathom either choice."
Cyborg's eyes widened. Though he mentally agreed that it was practically inconceivable for Cinderblock to be picked up and dropped, as even he hadn't the power, something in the back of his cybernetic brain told him that someone had definitely done the impossible. "Who do you think did this?" He asked.
"I would say Plasmus, but he's locked up at the moment," Owen rubbed his chin, "or it might be some new vigilante. I'm not sure, but I think this was a message."
"And what would that be?" The titanium-armored teenager said.
"I'm coming for you." The son of Dr. Light replied darkly, imitating what he felt the voice of the assailant would be.
"But I may just be wrong!" Owen said quickly, shifting his attitude to a more bright tone. "Maybe the Justice League came down and swatted the golem, eh?" Owen was attempting to make his friend forget the possibility of a strong, ominous foe. Unfortunately, he wasn't succeeding at all.
"So A newbie wants to mess with us? I'll gladly toss out the welcoming mat," Cyborg cried, almost in anticipation. Owen promptly slapped his forehead.
"Don't underestimate this person! We don't even know what he looks like!" The handicapped youth pleaded, but it was to no avail. Cyborg was now riled up for the unknown foe.
"Doesn't matter. The Titans will still beat him." Cyborg said, now more calmly.
"For goodness sake! Look at what we know! Whoever did this must have had the power of a locomotive! And it took all five of you to beat Cinderblock last time; The cement head got bulldozed last night! Please don't charge head first." Owen pleaded once more.
"Look, after this, I don't think we got a choice. We will eventually cross paths, and when we do, the Teen Titans will toss him in jail." Cyborg declared.
Owen merely shook his head,"Fine, my friend; Just remember that there was a duo, not a solo fighter last night. See ya around."
Owen Light then grabbed his wheels and rolled himself into the arcade. Cyborg looked and joined Robin and Starfire, whom had been questioning the police. Cyborg was in deep thought, as his bravery faded as he got a clear look at the fallen golem.
His face looked like it had a jackhammer worked on it. Large chunks and chips of his body lay scattered across the alleyway. Cinderblock was tough, but even Cyborg began to see why Owen had wanted the Titans not to chase after the duo of destruction: His faith in the adolescent superheroes was beginning to waver at this sight.
Still, that wouldn't effect Cyborg's confidence. Not yet.
Meanwhile, Robin and Starfire were wrapping up their conversation with the head police officer, a portly, red-bearded man with a heavy Scottish accent.
"Well, I think that is eve'ything, young lad. If you're friends need any help, The force would be glad to give you laddies a hand." The head policeman said.
"Thanks for everything Lt. McGregor," Robin said in return to the red-faced officer. Though he seemed a bit boisterous, he had given a decent amount of information to the Titans.
"No problem, sonny. No if you'll will excuse me, I've got a boulder to jail." The Lieutenant said, saluting, before turning to his fellow officers.
"So, what's the problem?" Cyborg asked the leader of the Titans. Starfire answered in response.
"Robin says that we should wait until we get back into the Tower to say this." The alien girl replied.
"Why is that? " Cyborg questioned.
Robin spoke next,"Because what the police told me is a bit disturbing........."
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Meanwhile........
In an abandoned warehouse, two figures remain silent as the day passes on.
Well, one at least.
"Hey, Hey, Hey, Its Fat Cat Albert!"
Though isolated for a while, ever since the Titans' battle with the manipulative Puppet King, The warehouse had remained utterly isolated, occupied only by silence and lone machinations. This fact made it ideal for a temporary hideout for two aliens, Namely, The Dastardly Duo, Shard and Masamune.
The smaller of the two, Shard, was no longer donned in his tuxedo that he wore the night before. Instead, He was clothed in a body suit with a light, orange padding over his chest and the rest, from his abdomen to his ankles, a brilliant azure. The blue part of his suit also covered his upper arms, but his furred, catlike hands and feet jutted out. Also, He possessed a small helm which was also orange, adorned with four spikes, and covered his left eye. Apparently, he was speaking on a cellphone, and his laid-back, joker-style attitude was as flamboyantly displayed as ever.
"Yo bosscat!" Shard said into the receiver,"You got everything under control on that train?"
"You know I do, Shard Katal. What about you?" The voice on the other line was collected, picking its (It sounded like a male) words like a they were in a pear tree.
"Ah, One-Eyed Jack and I are in this creepy but crappie warehouse. Looks like the assembly line for Mustangs here." Shard replied, scratching his feline ears.
"At least your face wasn't planted on the news." The other line replied.
"Heh, well you said 'work subtlety.'"
"I wouldn't call the massacre Masamune did to the golem 'subtle.' I'd call that a bloodbath, But still, you were not seen."
"Hey,Hey,Hey! Its not that big!" Shard Katal said in defense.
"Not Big!? Not Big!? Masamune's attack is on ten News channels as we speak!! Of course its big news!" The boss of Shard argued, a hint of displeasure in his voice.
"My, My, Aren't we calm?" Shard said sarcastically. There was a short pause before the third associate spoke once more.
"You know what our job is. We have our targets in Gotham. As soon as I bring this ancient helmet to Jaeger (Pronounced [Yae Gar)), I'll be heading back there by train. Do NOT apprehend our targets until my return."
"Awwwww! Why?!" The cat-man complained.
"You're not the only Var' Shir whom desires a contest. These targets will be quite interesting, probably more so that the Crimson Foot that we bagged last time. Just keep Masamune in check. I'll be back in about seven days."
"All right, All right. I'll keep my eye on him. Just show up soon, or I'll go mountain lion on your carcass."
"Farewell, Shard." The voice said, before the phone on the other side shut off.
Shard turned his phone off and promptly imitated a famous actor in a great phony accent,"Well, Now I've heard everything!" He dropped the accent and looked around,"Where are yas, Masamune?"
The Var' Shir (As that was their species name) looked around in the warehouse, trying to spot his white tiger friend. It wasn't long before he found him, but in a fashion he did not expect.
Masamune was sitting on the cold concrete, leaning against the droll walls. It appeared that the silent brute had gone into a frenzy in Shard's absence: Steel beams had been bent, chunks of the wall had either been ripped out or imprinted with a giant fist mark, and even a forklift was damaged, turned completely upside-down. The eight foot tall animal responsible seemed docile at the moment, but Shard was puzzled. Why would Masamune fling himself into a berserk style without provocation? No one, apart from himself, was in the warehouse.
"Yo, big guy!" Shard called to him. Masamune gave no implication that he heard him, either asleep or just plain ignorance. Shard looked again at his one-eyed comrade and noticed a black briefcase firmly clutched in his right hand.
"Hey, Oswald!" The shorter Var' Shir said, raising his voice. This got the tiger titan's attention, as his eye flashed open. He glared at his comrade, and the edge of his mouth curled opened, pearly, white teeth glinting, as he growled in annoyance.
"Ah, C'mon! If I let ya sleep any longer, it'd be moontime by the moment you wake! Besides, I feel we should check around the city. What do ya say?"
Shard was exaggerating his movements greatly as he spoke, making it appear almost like he was babying the silent giant. Masamune said nothing, but remained growling, not at all amused.
"Hehehehe.....Where's your sense of humor? Besides, I'm getting tired of this stone linoleum and the doldrums its conjuring. Lets go before I have to drag ya."
Masamune did not immediately get up, and continued to growl for a few more minutes. He eventually brought himself up to full height, greatly towering over his much shorter companion. His left eye bore down on Shard, giving him an even more intimidating appearance. Despite this, Shard showed no fear, and asked his comrade a mere question.
"Hey, What's with the briefcase? Why aren't ya carrying your weapon case?" The smaller Var'Shir jerked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating a long, black briefcase, much bigger than the one in Masamune's hand. The eight-foot tiger merely roared loudly. He then shoved the case in hand right into Shard's face, making a silent message that said "Keep this then." The white tiger grabbed the larger case and walked away, into the sunlight that greeted him.
"Was it something I said?" Shard mumbled under his breath, confused at His enormous companion's unvoiced antics. He didn't ponder this for long, as the puma-like Var' Shir quickly ran after the white tiger.
"Wait up, you white-furred son of a gun!!" The short joker said, rushing to catch up with his comrade.
Shard got outside and looked about him. No where did he see his enormous comrade, No trace of his glistening white fur. It was as if Masamune had vanished (Which Shard knew was impossible). Frantic, The Pumalike Var'Shir glanced around again, looking up, right, left, forward, backward, downward, but not succeeding in spotting his giant and unstable friend.
"Darnit! Darnit! Where is he!?" He cried. The passersby paid no heed to his shout, nor did they find it odd that a creature that seemed to hail from the Isle of Dr. Monroe was in their presence.
Shard seethed at the realization that his companion ditched him. He was greatly incensed at the fact that the silent white tiger had pulled one over his eyes. However, He saw that he had Masamune's extra briefcase. Though He could not open it (For Masamune had tightened the hinges), Shard knew that sooner or later, the Tiger Titan would come back to him.
Still, That did not change the fact that he was thoroughly pissed off!
"Darn you, You Tammany Tiger! I'll get you for this embarrassment!" Shard's tone then changed dramatically, to a more sly tone,"But Right after I check MacDonald's!" And with that, The small Var'Shir pressed something on his wrist, making new clothes, in this case a tilted bowler and a purple pinstripe suit, materialize over his samurai bodysuit. He then walked towards where he felt the local Fast Food restaurant was.
Unbeknownst to him, Masamune was in the opposite direction that Shard was heading, almost in plain sight. The reason Shard did not spot him was his size and the fact that Masamune had been standing in front of a telephone booth. Also, Like with Shard, None of the civilians seemed to notice the white tiger's inhuman traits, but It was plausible that this came from people too immersed in their business.
Either way, Masamune didn't care.
As he walked northward on the sidewalks, by a street called Jackson Boulevard, He passed a Television shop and took notice of the News.
"......And we're back with today's top story, Cinderblock's assaulter: Vigilante, Titan, or Power-hungry villain? " Masamune's ears twitched at the word 'titan',"It was discovered that the five Titans, on their testimony and Commissioner Jacob Gordon report, that no part of this vicious attack was done by any of them. It is thus believed that vigilante is the most likely answer to this harsh assault. It is likely that the Titans will come face to face with this person. Lt. McGregor, whom was investigating the scene, stated that it was highly likely that Owen Zimmerman, the son of renowned photologist and villain, Dr. Light, is responsible, yet Zimmerman refused to comment. It is also believed that the one responsible took a priceless artifact, from Cinderblock, Which is known as the Helm of Lethe, dating back to 14th century Europe. In other news....." At this point, Masamune ignored the rest, and continued up street.
It was Shard Katal, as he knew, that took the Cursed Helm from Cinderblock. He didn't remember what his boss's reply was, but he knew The leopard was not anger nor joyed.
Dismissing any further thoughts, the giant feline hoisted his case onto his shoulder, and continued on. He then noticed something in the distance, to his right, He turned.......
......And spotted A T-shaped tower, The Titan's Tower.
Masamune grinned. He may not have been ordered to kill, but he was still going to make them squirm and scream.
The White tiger trudged nearer to his destination, the base of his targets.
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End Chapter.
Note: Pardon me if Raven and Beast Boy weren't present in this chapter, but I assure you readers that they will appear in the next update. Till Next Time.
