Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans but I do own the Last Descendant and Razor McKlan.
A/N: If you have noticed, or if you haven't, I'm going behind myself and correcting the mistakes that are on the chapters. Sometimes I don't catch them until the chapter is already up so you notice the corrective changes until the next day or so.
In her dimly lit room, Raven sat at the desk in the furthest corner writing in her diary with diligent strokes of a ball point pen, "Dear Diary." She read out loud as she wrote, "Razor has only been here for a few days and there is already conflict. Nightwing and Cyborg are probably the only ones he gets along with. Probably because Nightwing respects his personal space and Cyborg just doesn't bother the guy. Nightwing says if he wants to open up, he will. Beast Boy and Starfire however are a constant bother to him. Yesterday he took his grabbling hook and tied Beast Boy to the flag pole outside because he was tired of hearing the corny jokes thrown at him in order to get a laugh. Hey, you know, he mustn't be so bad if he tied Beast Boy up. Then there's Starfire who's constantly bugging him to join everyone else. Though it bugs him, as it would me, what seems to get him the most is when she starts playing twenty questions. The first day he moved in she made the mistake of asking him about himself and he looked at her in a rude way. Though she didn't get the hint and continued asking until finally she blurted out about how he won't tell us a thing about his past and should open up. That didn't end well. He literally tossed her out of his room and locked the door behind as it closed. Though I hate to admit it, Starfire did have a very valid question when she asked why he was so reclusive. That question has been in my head ever since we met him."
The purple haired girl closed her book and set her pen down on top of the desk. Slowly she got up and walked over to her closet. Groggily she undressed out of her pajamas and into her usual dark blue leotard and cloak. After putting on her boots, she struggled into the hallway and down the hall. Tired as she was, she had to make it to the kitchen and have her morning herbal tea. Room after room she passed until she started to pass the Dark Knights.
After she debated with herself about peeking into the room without permission, naturally the curiosity won so silently she opened the door and peeked inside. In front of an open window as the sun rise was barely coming out from under the horizon was Razor. He was almost naked! Well except for his green pants but other than that he was almost naked. He moved as if it was a dance practicing his martial arts. After several well placed kicks while balancing on one foot, he walked over to his sword and unsheathed it from its' scabbard. With mighty yet very smooth swings the knight swung the large sword as if it was a paper weight.
With such control of the sword, it was amazing on how he'd say he couldn't defeat Mark alone. The knight swung the large sword with his right hand flipping it from upright to upside down and back again in one swift motion. He was indeed skill. The sun was up more, providing more light in the almost lightless room. She could now see many scars on his body. They were light, almost unnoticeable but some were deep and easily visible. A large scar going across his gut caught her eye as with another that went vertically on his right breast. His left shoulder had a gunshot scar while there was another on his left arm. A stab scar was slightly above his gut's long scar. The stab scar didn't end there as one could tell he was run through completely by the identical scar on his low back. Then she noticed that his hand was starting to have a glare.
As she brought her eyes to it, she saw something that almost made her shriek. You'd think that after living with Cyborg for the last couple of years that she'd be used to it, but what she saw was a cybernetic hand and forearm connected about halfway up to his elbow. The man was missing his right hand and they never knew. He just hid it under his gold gauntlet he called the Aura Gauntlet. As she traced up to his body and onto his face, she could see that the eye patch was missing. The long scar now was completely visible and his right eye had a blue pupil and iris. He was blind in that eye, probably from the event that caused that scar.
Suddenly she snapped out of her trance as she noticed Razor standing there a few feet away holding his massive sword in his right hand. "Spying on me?" He stated roughly. "Just checking on you. None of us trust you. You might leave without letting us know." "If I left, it would give your friends some peace." The knight stated as he turned around and walked over toward the window. "Why do you hide that arm?" The knight turned was silent for what seemed like eternity. He was in thought, trying to think of an answer.
Finally, in his harsh voice he answered, "The past. It reminds me of the past when I look at it or others ask me about it." "Do you want to tell me about it?" "No." He quickly growled. "That's fine with me. We're not going to force you into telling us anything you don't want us to know." "Tell that to Starfire." Raven laughed inside of her mind a bit as she asked, "What about Beast Boy? He's usually nosey also." "He's still stuck on the flag pole. And if you ever see him, tell him I want my grappling hook back." This caused her to laugh a bit in a small giggle, "He told a joke?"She said to herself in her mind. She herself wasn't into telling jokes but she did have a sarcasm that made up for it. After about five seconds of laughing, the lamp by the bed suddenly shattered. Her face turned to a deep shade of red in embarrassment.
"Powers leak out through emotions. I see, you can control that." Razor said in a normal tone of voice. It was strange to her, this knight was always angry about something yet that hate wasn't in his voice now. He was actually speaking to her normally…well except his voice had almost no hint of emotions. She hated that, as she herself was normally monotone with a hint of sarcasm was considered the emotionally suppressed member of the team. "My powers?" She asked as the knight nodded a bit while he stared at the land below that connected to the lake. "I meditate in the morning and afternoon in order to control my powers. I can't have any emotions as well or my powers will leak through them." Raven said while stepping beside the knight to look out the window as well.
The knight raised his left hand up to waist level. As his palm opened, a strange black glow started to encase it. The glow formed into a fluid like mist as it moved together to form a ball of black light that floated about half an inch above his palm. At first she didn't register what it was but eventually it came to her. "So that is the raw form of the dark element. This is weird." "My power can leak out through my body as well. Though I've learned to control it at an early age. Now, in order for it to leak it will take great deal of anger. But that really only amplifies it. You can learn how to control it as well. It just takes a little bit of coaching." Raven couldn't believe what he was offering.
Dick Grayson woke up to his alarm clock going off. With great amount of effort, he rolled over and kissed the sleeping Starfire on her shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her naked form before whispering, "Kory. It's time to get up. It's already noon." Sleepily, the Tamaranian replied, "Just a few more minutes hun." The former boy wonder did as she asked as he got up and threw on his suit. After applying his mask to his face, he stepped out of his room. With a slow stride he passed the rooms one by one until he came by Razor's room. He heard some talking coming from the room by the knight. "Who is he talking to?" Rang through the former caped crusader's mind. Silently he opened the door to see the knight instructing Raven who sat on the floor Indian style. "Now concentrate."
He closed the door in silence as he started down the hallway towards the kitchen. "He's helping her meditate?" Was all he could say about what he just saw. His feet took him the living room where Cyborg was on the couch playing the Playstation. "Booya!" He cried out, "new record." Nightwing just shook his head and walked towards the kitchen. Then he just realized that he saw Razor for the first time without any of his gauntlets or eye patch on. "Now I see why he's reclusive. His past must have been that painful. His arm and eye is proof enough of that. Must hurt to spend every night having nightmares of it and only to wake up with the reminder of it all there on your arm." He said to himself he observed his surrounding before speaking up a bit puzzled, "Hey Cyborg. Have you seen Beast Boy?"
