Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans but I do own Razor McKlan and Mark from The Last Descendant.
Slowly, Nightwing and Razor stepped out of the weight room, both tired and exhausted from sparing one another. "Those are some interesting moves. Batman has never used something like that before." "Probably because he doesn't know them." Razor replied as he walked down the hallway as Nightwing stepped into his bedroom to change. Suddenly, the alarm went off. "Yo, everyone get your butts up here! We got trouble." Cyborg yelled out over the intercom. "Damn, and I'm not even dressed." He cursed. He hated being seen without his shirt or gloves. The idea of someone seeing who he really was under that clothing didn't give him pleasant thoughts.
Quickly opening the door to his room as he ran towards it, he reached beside the doorway grabbing his sword that was placed against the wall in its scabbard. As soon as he grabbed it, Cyborg's voice appeared on the intercom again, "Yo. Dark Knight, hurry it up will ya." It was aggravating to be rushed like that. So, he ignored grabbing his shirt and gauntlet and instead grabbed his amulet off of the table and rush out trying to strap the sword around his chest. Coming to the living room, everyone was already staring at the vid screen. On it, was a man with a black and tan mask. "Ah Titans. Good to see you again. Robin. New look?" Everyone's eyes turn to the former Boy Wonder to see that he was shirtless. "Slade, what is it?" He growled.
"My Robin. Nasty Temper. I just want to let you that I have a new partner. Someone of great skill and importance. Someone you're just dieing to meet." "Spill it. Who is it Slade?" "Come to the city ball tomorrow night. Then we'll talk. Oh, and before I forget. Only two of you are invited so I suggest you choose wisely." Razor glared at the man, trying to get as much information as he could from what he saw, which was very little. "Ah Robin, I see you haven't introduced me to your new friend. The Dark Knight I presume? And without his armor, such a terrible mistake to allow the enemy to see your face." "Whatever." "Interesting attitude. Perhaps you have what it takes to become my apprentice. Take over where Robin left off." "As if." The Dark Knight spat at the ground in disgust.
"Temper temper. Now you wouldn't want anything bad to happen. Now would you?" Everyone listened carefully as the two exchanged words, both were calm yet one had a disgust in his voice. "Hmm I have a proposition for you. Come to the city ball. I must meet you in person." Before he could decline the invitation, Slade's picture disappeared causing the screen to turn black. "Well Razor. Looks like you have your work cut out for you tomorrow." Nightwing said with a smirk. "I'll be sure to leave him my calling card when we meet." "Well friend. We must get you ready…" Starfire turn toward the one eyed swordsman in the middle of her sentence only to be struck with horror. Before her, for the very first time had she truly seen what he looked like without his shirt or gauntlets.
Her voice rang to its highest pitch as she shriek in pure fright before fainting into the arms of the former Boy Wonder. "Hey Starfire. What's wrong?" Cyborg asked, "Dammit! Razor what in the hell did you do to scare her?" Quickly the large Titan turned toward Razor catching a glimpse at him as Beast Boy did the same. "Dude. Your…What happened! Your arm! It's just like Cy's! And what happened to your body?" "Yeah man. What happened?" He hated being interrogated; especially when it was about his body or past. "Not in the mood to answer your meaningless questions."
As the knight turned around giving his teammates the cold shoulder, Cyborg turned his right hand into its sonic cannon, "Listen yo. Hate to do this but you're still a mystery to us. We don't know a thing bout you except where you from." "So you're going to force me to tell you about myself? Doesn't make you any different then them. Does it?" Cyborg lowered his gun and looked toward the ground. "Hey! Dk! Wait up! You can at least tell us a little." Beast Boy yelled out to his friend who was walking away, but, his voice was heard by deaf ears. A large metal hand was placed on the small hero's shoulder, "He's right. We're no different than them if we force it outta him."
The next day, Razor stood in front of a large mirror held by Cyborg. "Not again." He groaned mentally. Being forced into a tuxedo was something he wasn't used to, nor were the shoes. His hands were bare, revealing the strong left hand and grayish metallic right. "Starfire, I have at least twelve hours until the ball. Can't this wait?" He complained looking at the clock. "Sorry friend Razor but we must make sure your suit is ready. Besides, don't you want to look handsome for Raven?" "Don't tell me I have to take somebody to the ball." He growled under his breath. It was pure torture to him and they were enjoying it! Cyborg laughed a bit at his stoic friend's predicament, "Fraid so. You heard Slade. The invitation is for two and a ball is formal so that means you gotta take one of the little ladies with ya. And Starfire would stick out like a sore thumb. Not sure bout where your from but golden skinned aliens ain't normal round here."
"Hand me my gun belt." "What for? You ain't taking it!" Cyborg scowled the teenage knight. "You've gotta be kidding me. Don't you people ever bring your weapons to events?" "Nope. Don't gotta." "Damn, this is going to be a long night." "Ya say that now but wait until you check out Raven." Beast Boy winked into the mirror at him as he stepped at his side. "Does Raven know about this?" The breaking of glass could be heard through the doorway with a sudden crash of some large object. "She does now." The green elf like hero smiled, "Had Nightwing break it to her."
Starfire stood up, looking at her work that she called her master piece. "Well, what do you think?" Razor sighed as he looked over at himself in the mirror with a sour look. "What? You don't like looking so nice?" "Need a glove." "Well, we could get you a black glove. But you must promise me that you won't complain anymore!" The knight slowly looked at rudely as he agreed to the deal. "Why won't they just let me walk in there swinging my sword and force it out of him?" "Quit whining. At least you don't have to wear a dress!" Raven's voice echoed through his mind. "Time to pick out a dress for Raven!" Starfire chirped cheerfully. "I suggest you start running before its too late." Starfire bolted out of the room in a proud march of accomplishment. "I could've sworn that I've read somewhere that there was a law against cruel and unusual punishment."
