Newcomers
Summary- When the Teen Titans are called to the pier to stop Cinderblock, they find three helpless victims- or so they thought. The teenagers reveal their powers, their flaws and imperfections, to the team, and the Titans willingly take them in. Everything is perfect with the newly formed group...Right?
Chapter 1- Uncovered
Disclaimer- Robin is red, Cyborg is blue, if I own the team then stupid are you.
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"Is everything in order?"
Her oddly- colored hair hung loosely in her face as she replied, quiet.
"Yeah. I think we're ready," she said, feeling stunned at the fact that they had been so carefully pulled in, so willingly let him mold them, teach them the skills they hadn't known before. Was it right? Of course not. But if felt right. "It's all set up. We'll be there tomorrow."
"Do not talk to me so...casually, girl," he said, creepily calm. "For you are not casual. You are not normal teenagers- none of you," he said, turning to the other two. "No matter how much you believe you are. The HIVE did not succeed. They were disposed of."
She could hear her blonde-haired friend gulp a lump in his throat loudly.
"Mr....Mr. Slade, sir?"
Slade turned to her other friend, a few feet away in the chair farthest away from her. All she could see was a sliver of dark hair, laden with tiny silver streaks that gave her a fittingly water-oriented look.
Kaori cleared her throat and began to talk again.
"Is it...may I ask what you'll do when we get them for you?"
Even behind his mask, Rigil could see Slade was smiling terribly.
"Let's just say they'll get...acquainted much better with HIVE." He shifted, looking all three of them directly in the eyes. "Do we have any questions?"
No one said anything.
"Good. You are aware of the plans. Get to the pier. Cinderblock will be waiting."
* * *
Somebody kill me.
"Everybody, sit down."
Somebody strangle me.
"Everybody sit down!"
Somebody light me on fire.
"EVERYBODY SIT DOWN!"
"Dude, Robin, take a chill," BeastBoy said, flopping onto the couch.
"It's a little hard to take a chill when Cinderblock's destroying all of downtown jump city!" Robin yelled.
"What, Man?!" Cyborg said, his eyes bulging. "Is it on the news? Why didn't you call us over?"
Robin scowled.
"What are we waiting for?" Starfire said. "Let's kick the butt!" She began to fly towards the tower when Robin grabbed her by the ankle.
"Hang on," Robin answered, his eyes glued on the television. "We need to see where he's at."
Sure enough, after a few second a man with so much makeup on he looked like plastic began to cheerily tell the details of where the police expected that the giant Rock man had began his rampage.
"Police suspect that Cinderblock charged from somewhere on the outskirts of the city into pier 42. We have a camera man waiting on the harbor now. Let's see what he's picking up."
Starfire gave a sharp intake of breath as the camera zoomed in on an abandoned warehouse, where through the cracks in the old, rotten wood you could messily make out an enormous gray blob and three poor kids about their age, helpless in the opposite corner.
Robin felt himself heat up with anger. The people in there were just kids...No older than he!
"Titans—,"
"We know already!" Raven said exasperatedly. "Do you HAVE to say it every time?"
"It's the infamous CALL!" Robin growled. "I'm the leader. I say what goes. And right now, WE need to go!"
"STOP YELLING!" Starfire bellowed.
"Dude, she's kind of right," BeastBoy agreed.
"Man, you're just sayin' that because you wanna stick your—," Cyborg was cut short by Raven.
"CAN WE JUST GO?!" she said, managing to be intimidating and emotionless at the same time.
"Whatever," Robin grumbled as they galloped, sprinted, flew, and levitated out of the door to save the day once again.
* * *
Why don't I just quit right now?
Raven was in an awful mood. And that was DEFINITELY saying something for her.
Ever since the battle between the Titans and Terra, the team had gone downhill. About a month earlier they'd got wind that she'd joined forces with Slade. They knew it was bad, but everyone believed they could bring her back.
They were wrong.
Under Slade's rule Terra had learned some amazing new skills, and they had no choice but to take her down. Permanently.
At least, that's what they'd thought they'd done.
She lay their in a broken pile of rocks and flames, motionless. But when the police came to pick up her body, she was gone.
She glanced at BeastBoy. He was such an idiot. He'd refused to help them then. He'd just stood there, almost neutral. Raven secretly believed he was happy that they had failed.
He'd become far off from everyone. Except for her, it seemed.
She flushed as she remembered the night he had confided in her, approaching her in her bedroom:
"Hey, Raven?" he said quietly, opening the door. "Are you in here?"
"No," she said sarcastically, but immediately regretted it when his face became visible under the dim light of her lamp. "What's Wrong?"
She felt her bed sag a little as he sat on the side of it.
"I have a question for you," he said quietly. She didn't respond as a way of saying yes. "...Have you ever been in love?"
Raven flushed. She wondered if he knew.
"Once."
"...Did you ever...think that maybe you were in love, but not with who you thought you were?"
She looked away from him, but he moved closer, looking into her eyes.
"Because even though she's gone, I still have that feeling. I'm starting to realize it might not've been her, you know?"
"BeastBoy, I can't...," She stopped cold as she turned towards him, and realized with a start that his face was a mere inch from hers. She saw him close his eyes, lean in as her bedpost glowed dark and cracked in half because of her powers, and knew that she was leaning in as well but couldn't stop, and...
BOOM.
"Hey Yall! Guess who just got Ultra-sonic-super-loud-awesome-ninja-action- club 6? THE TIN MAN, BABY!"
As she drifted back to reality, she realized one startling fact.
She hated Cyborg.
* * *
As they reached the pier, BeastBoy could see the Camera man focus on the team. But before he could get any really good footage, they were already in the abandoned warehouse.
"Let them go, Cinderblock!" Robin yelled. BeastBoy wondered if Cinderblock could even hear Robin; his head was grazing the ceiling, he was so high up.
Suddenly, the changeling heard a gasp from behind him as Starfire began letting loose bolts of energy. He whipped around, realizing he'd nearly forgotten there was anyone else inside the place with him beside his friends.
There were two girls and a boy. The boy had long, dirty blonde hair down to about his ears. He looked determined, and BeastBoy realized he'd seen the exact same look on Robin so many times in the past.
The first girl, who was a bit taller than both of the others, was very normal looking. She had a few freckles dotted on her sort-of tan face. She sported a rather tight gray t-shirt and worn-in jeans with too many holes to count. In fact, she might have looked just like all of the other girls he saw on the street, except for the fact that her very unusual hair was neon green, held in a messy ponytail, cascading in big, bright spirals down her back.
But the last girl was the one that caught his eye the most.
She too had on normal clothes; an old blue tank top and extremely large khakis that had been rolled up what looked like countless times. He guessed they'd come from a second-hand store of some sort, and felt sorry for her. She looked like she could fit through a basketball hoop.
Her hair was even odder than the other girl's, but in a good way. It was jet black and super straight, reaching just below her shoulders. Silver was streaked here and there, and an invisible wind sent it fluttering like ripples in a pond. Her eyes shone silver, and her pale skin looked almost transuculent.
He let out an incoherent babble.
Raven was going to be mad.
* * *
In the corner of his eye, Robin saw bright green. He turned an inch, just enough to take her in fully. Regular clothes. Regular height, if not a bit tall. But, most definitely, irregular. She had a face that sported a few freckles across the bridge of her nose here and there, pretty normal. What startled him were her eyes, that were almond-shaped and a bluish-violet color, opened wide in fear. Her hair almost glowed, snaking out of its pony in long, winding tendrils. She could have been an almost normal teen, if it wasn't for her hair and her eyes.
He saw those eyes flick over to him for a split second. When she blinked, she was looking back at Cinderblock. He wondered if he'd imagined it.
Oh, well, no matter what they looked like, these people needed saving.
"TITANS, G—," he began to yell, but was interrupted. Before he could even begin to muster what was happening, the three teens in the corner were rushing at Cinderblock in a whirl of colors, leaving the Titans in the dust to watch the surging battle.
It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. The blonde boy stopped in his tracks for a short moment, whipped out a lighter, and the next thing Robin knew his hand and half of his arm was burning with white-hot flames. The odd thing was, it didn't seem to hurt him. In fact, he grinned before squinting his eyes in intense focus and springing the fire at the enemy with a mad scream.
A line of bright fire appeared quickly. The fire hit Cinderblock square in the chest, knocking him backward and leaving an enormous black mark. The boy seemed to call back the fire, which immediately flew back to his arm.
It was the black-haired girl's turn next.
She stood, slightly hunched, her eyes close tightly. She clenched her fists hard, and Robin began to hear her breathing become slightly gruff and loud. Somewhere far off he could make out the sound of splashing.
In one quick motion, she too lifted her arms, letting out a cry. In a flash, a huge tidal wave crashed through the roof, aimed straight at Cinderblock. Robin could see his eyes widen in disbelieving shock just before the water hit him, knocking him hard onto his back and burying itself in his lungs.
He coughed and growled on the floor, rolled over, got to his huge knees, and stood arched in front of the three. Slowly, he rose back up and charged at them, but before he could get halfway there, the green-haired girl took her turn.
She actually let out a laugh before raising her fingers to the ceiling. Robin couldn't fully understand what happened next.
Somehow the dim lights in the warehouse flickered out, leaving them in near- darkness. The far-off streetlights, which were their other source of light, did the same after a few short moments. The only light left was from the moon and, incredibly, amazingly, even that began to dim until it was almost invisible.
He looked at the girl, whose eyes were closed. She glowed so incredibly bright it hurt to look at her. She snapped open her lids and even more blinding light spilled from her. She reached as high as she could, pulled her head back, and, without a sound, clasped her arms together and pointed them at a dumbfounded Cinderblock.
He could barely make it out because dark spots her dancing in his vision, but he saw the entire room fill with the light, undying, unbelievable light. And after a few seconds, the light began to ever so slowly dim until the regular lamps came back on and the moon became bright again.
He looked for Cinderblock, but the only thing he could see was a pile of gray ash a few feet away.
Summary- When the Teen Titans are called to the pier to stop Cinderblock, they find three helpless victims- or so they thought. The teenagers reveal their powers, their flaws and imperfections, to the team, and the Titans willingly take them in. Everything is perfect with the newly formed group...Right?
Chapter 1- Uncovered
Disclaimer- Robin is red, Cyborg is blue, if I own the team then stupid are you.
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*` *`*`*`*`*
"Is everything in order?"
Her oddly- colored hair hung loosely in her face as she replied, quiet.
"Yeah. I think we're ready," she said, feeling stunned at the fact that they had been so carefully pulled in, so willingly let him mold them, teach them the skills they hadn't known before. Was it right? Of course not. But if felt right. "It's all set up. We'll be there tomorrow."
"Do not talk to me so...casually, girl," he said, creepily calm. "For you are not casual. You are not normal teenagers- none of you," he said, turning to the other two. "No matter how much you believe you are. The HIVE did not succeed. They were disposed of."
She could hear her blonde-haired friend gulp a lump in his throat loudly.
"Mr....Mr. Slade, sir?"
Slade turned to her other friend, a few feet away in the chair farthest away from her. All she could see was a sliver of dark hair, laden with tiny silver streaks that gave her a fittingly water-oriented look.
Kaori cleared her throat and began to talk again.
"Is it...may I ask what you'll do when we get them for you?"
Even behind his mask, Rigil could see Slade was smiling terribly.
"Let's just say they'll get...acquainted much better with HIVE." He shifted, looking all three of them directly in the eyes. "Do we have any questions?"
No one said anything.
"Good. You are aware of the plans. Get to the pier. Cinderblock will be waiting."
* * *
Somebody kill me.
"Everybody, sit down."
Somebody strangle me.
"Everybody sit down!"
Somebody light me on fire.
"EVERYBODY SIT DOWN!"
"Dude, Robin, take a chill," BeastBoy said, flopping onto the couch.
"It's a little hard to take a chill when Cinderblock's destroying all of downtown jump city!" Robin yelled.
"What, Man?!" Cyborg said, his eyes bulging. "Is it on the news? Why didn't you call us over?"
Robin scowled.
"What are we waiting for?" Starfire said. "Let's kick the butt!" She began to fly towards the tower when Robin grabbed her by the ankle.
"Hang on," Robin answered, his eyes glued on the television. "We need to see where he's at."
Sure enough, after a few second a man with so much makeup on he looked like plastic began to cheerily tell the details of where the police expected that the giant Rock man had began his rampage.
"Police suspect that Cinderblock charged from somewhere on the outskirts of the city into pier 42. We have a camera man waiting on the harbor now. Let's see what he's picking up."
Starfire gave a sharp intake of breath as the camera zoomed in on an abandoned warehouse, where through the cracks in the old, rotten wood you could messily make out an enormous gray blob and three poor kids about their age, helpless in the opposite corner.
Robin felt himself heat up with anger. The people in there were just kids...No older than he!
"Titans—,"
"We know already!" Raven said exasperatedly. "Do you HAVE to say it every time?"
"It's the infamous CALL!" Robin growled. "I'm the leader. I say what goes. And right now, WE need to go!"
"STOP YELLING!" Starfire bellowed.
"Dude, she's kind of right," BeastBoy agreed.
"Man, you're just sayin' that because you wanna stick your—," Cyborg was cut short by Raven.
"CAN WE JUST GO?!" she said, managing to be intimidating and emotionless at the same time.
"Whatever," Robin grumbled as they galloped, sprinted, flew, and levitated out of the door to save the day once again.
* * *
Why don't I just quit right now?
Raven was in an awful mood. And that was DEFINITELY saying something for her.
Ever since the battle between the Titans and Terra, the team had gone downhill. About a month earlier they'd got wind that she'd joined forces with Slade. They knew it was bad, but everyone believed they could bring her back.
They were wrong.
Under Slade's rule Terra had learned some amazing new skills, and they had no choice but to take her down. Permanently.
At least, that's what they'd thought they'd done.
She lay their in a broken pile of rocks and flames, motionless. But when the police came to pick up her body, she was gone.
She glanced at BeastBoy. He was such an idiot. He'd refused to help them then. He'd just stood there, almost neutral. Raven secretly believed he was happy that they had failed.
He'd become far off from everyone. Except for her, it seemed.
She flushed as she remembered the night he had confided in her, approaching her in her bedroom:
"Hey, Raven?" he said quietly, opening the door. "Are you in here?"
"No," she said sarcastically, but immediately regretted it when his face became visible under the dim light of her lamp. "What's Wrong?"
She felt her bed sag a little as he sat on the side of it.
"I have a question for you," he said quietly. She didn't respond as a way of saying yes. "...Have you ever been in love?"
Raven flushed. She wondered if he knew.
"Once."
"...Did you ever...think that maybe you were in love, but not with who you thought you were?"
She looked away from him, but he moved closer, looking into her eyes.
"Because even though she's gone, I still have that feeling. I'm starting to realize it might not've been her, you know?"
"BeastBoy, I can't...," She stopped cold as she turned towards him, and realized with a start that his face was a mere inch from hers. She saw him close his eyes, lean in as her bedpost glowed dark and cracked in half because of her powers, and knew that she was leaning in as well but couldn't stop, and...
BOOM.
"Hey Yall! Guess who just got Ultra-sonic-super-loud-awesome-ninja-action- club 6? THE TIN MAN, BABY!"
As she drifted back to reality, she realized one startling fact.
She hated Cyborg.
* * *
As they reached the pier, BeastBoy could see the Camera man focus on the team. But before he could get any really good footage, they were already in the abandoned warehouse.
"Let them go, Cinderblock!" Robin yelled. BeastBoy wondered if Cinderblock could even hear Robin; his head was grazing the ceiling, he was so high up.
Suddenly, the changeling heard a gasp from behind him as Starfire began letting loose bolts of energy. He whipped around, realizing he'd nearly forgotten there was anyone else inside the place with him beside his friends.
There were two girls and a boy. The boy had long, dirty blonde hair down to about his ears. He looked determined, and BeastBoy realized he'd seen the exact same look on Robin so many times in the past.
The first girl, who was a bit taller than both of the others, was very normal looking. She had a few freckles dotted on her sort-of tan face. She sported a rather tight gray t-shirt and worn-in jeans with too many holes to count. In fact, she might have looked just like all of the other girls he saw on the street, except for the fact that her very unusual hair was neon green, held in a messy ponytail, cascading in big, bright spirals down her back.
But the last girl was the one that caught his eye the most.
She too had on normal clothes; an old blue tank top and extremely large khakis that had been rolled up what looked like countless times. He guessed they'd come from a second-hand store of some sort, and felt sorry for her. She looked like she could fit through a basketball hoop.
Her hair was even odder than the other girl's, but in a good way. It was jet black and super straight, reaching just below her shoulders. Silver was streaked here and there, and an invisible wind sent it fluttering like ripples in a pond. Her eyes shone silver, and her pale skin looked almost transuculent.
He let out an incoherent babble.
Raven was going to be mad.
* * *
In the corner of his eye, Robin saw bright green. He turned an inch, just enough to take her in fully. Regular clothes. Regular height, if not a bit tall. But, most definitely, irregular. She had a face that sported a few freckles across the bridge of her nose here and there, pretty normal. What startled him were her eyes, that were almond-shaped and a bluish-violet color, opened wide in fear. Her hair almost glowed, snaking out of its pony in long, winding tendrils. She could have been an almost normal teen, if it wasn't for her hair and her eyes.
He saw those eyes flick over to him for a split second. When she blinked, she was looking back at Cinderblock. He wondered if he'd imagined it.
Oh, well, no matter what they looked like, these people needed saving.
"TITANS, G—," he began to yell, but was interrupted. Before he could even begin to muster what was happening, the three teens in the corner were rushing at Cinderblock in a whirl of colors, leaving the Titans in the dust to watch the surging battle.
It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. The blonde boy stopped in his tracks for a short moment, whipped out a lighter, and the next thing Robin knew his hand and half of his arm was burning with white-hot flames. The odd thing was, it didn't seem to hurt him. In fact, he grinned before squinting his eyes in intense focus and springing the fire at the enemy with a mad scream.
A line of bright fire appeared quickly. The fire hit Cinderblock square in the chest, knocking him backward and leaving an enormous black mark. The boy seemed to call back the fire, which immediately flew back to his arm.
It was the black-haired girl's turn next.
She stood, slightly hunched, her eyes close tightly. She clenched her fists hard, and Robin began to hear her breathing become slightly gruff and loud. Somewhere far off he could make out the sound of splashing.
In one quick motion, she too lifted her arms, letting out a cry. In a flash, a huge tidal wave crashed through the roof, aimed straight at Cinderblock. Robin could see his eyes widen in disbelieving shock just before the water hit him, knocking him hard onto his back and burying itself in his lungs.
He coughed and growled on the floor, rolled over, got to his huge knees, and stood arched in front of the three. Slowly, he rose back up and charged at them, but before he could get halfway there, the green-haired girl took her turn.
She actually let out a laugh before raising her fingers to the ceiling. Robin couldn't fully understand what happened next.
Somehow the dim lights in the warehouse flickered out, leaving them in near- darkness. The far-off streetlights, which were their other source of light, did the same after a few short moments. The only light left was from the moon and, incredibly, amazingly, even that began to dim until it was almost invisible.
He looked at the girl, whose eyes were closed. She glowed so incredibly bright it hurt to look at her. She snapped open her lids and even more blinding light spilled from her. She reached as high as she could, pulled her head back, and, without a sound, clasped her arms together and pointed them at a dumbfounded Cinderblock.
He could barely make it out because dark spots her dancing in his vision, but he saw the entire room fill with the light, undying, unbelievable light. And after a few seconds, the light began to ever so slowly dim until the regular lamps came back on and the moon became bright again.
He looked for Cinderblock, but the only thing he could see was a pile of gray ash a few feet away.