Chapter 1
The Winter of Our Discontent
The thief made his way stealthily out of the house, his loot in his hand, and ready to detonate the bomb he had planted inside. As he crossed through the snow in the starlit sky, he heard steps behind him, he turned, and no one was there. A small purple mist began to float around him, and he froze in his tracks. An evil laugh rose as a metallic face materialized in front of him. The smoke grew denser, surrounding the metal mask with two small slits for eyes, until it took a human shape, a tight body suit, of a dense purple and black color. "Who are you?" spoke the thief, quite fearfully. The masked man just raised his hand, and a small orb of blue and white began to form in his hand. The other man, now fearful for his life, drew his gun, a low caliber Smith and Wesson, and quickly depressed the trigger. The bullets hit the masked man's chest, but left nothing but a tiny hole, which was quickly returned to normal by a small puff of black smoke. The masked man known as Wicked let out a laugh...and then there was light.
In that same city, not too far away, a girl by the name of Starfire woke up, screaming.
That next morning, the Teen Titans were gathered at the table, eating a normal breakfast. Or what would be a normal breakfast. Come on people, these kids were superheroes.
"Pass the honey!"
"LEGGO MY EGGO"
"Yum...burnt eggs. And burnt cereal...how fun."
Starfire was late for breakfast that morning, and when she finally came around to showing herself, she looked sickly. "
"What's wrong, Starfire?" asked young Robin, shoveling in another forkful of eggs.
"I had this dream last night. A man, in a mask. And then, a brilliant light, and finally, I wake up screaming."
"Interesting, maybe you are emotionally tied to something out there," suggested Beast-boy, "I've heard it happens when you are emotionally linked to someone. When they use their energy, emotional or physical, it links them to you. You say it's a masked man, well, we look for a masked man."
She shook her head, "It's not any kind of mask, this is a metallic one, and a purple mist, too." Cyborg came into the room and turned on the TV, the morning news just beginning.
"Earlier this night, the body of white-glove robber baron Ofob Reznor was found last night outside a house investigators say was where all evidence was to be stored. The cause of death is still unknown, but sources say that a highly concentrated beam of energy perforated his lungs. The city will not mourn the passing of this criminal."
Raven faced the group now. "Strange. Someone is taking out criminals."
"Nice to see someone doing something nice for the community." Chuckled Cyborg.
"But it was cruel!" retorted Starfire. The discussion was going to get worse, until an alarm sounded...