(Forgot to say before, this takes place between Forces of Nature and Divide
and Conquer)
Chap. 2
Meetings of Legends
The Titans spent the next few days cooped up in the Tower, trying to figure out what the H.I.V.E was up to. Or rather, Robin did, while Beast Boy and Cyborg played video games, Raven remarked on how mindless an activity that was, and Starfire attempted to coax Robin out of his room after the second day.
Still no pattern. Robin thought as he looked over the list of stolen goods for what had to be the millionth time. Admittedly, it was a random list. Blenders, refrigerators neon lights, car engines, even a ton of sheet metal from a construction site. It seemed pointless, but in Gizmo's hands, any machine could become deadly. "Star was right; he must be building something with it." Robin muttered allowed. "But what on Earth could it be?" "Perhaps a break would help you discover it." said a voice from behind him. Sighing, Robin said, "Star, for the hundredth time, thank you, but I really want to figure this out." "But you have been in here for two days straight. You must rest." insisted the young alien. "What if all this constant strain causes you to forgot the location of your marbles and create another identity for yourself, that will endlessly commit evil deeds in an effort to bring answers?" Robin raised an eyebrow. "Ah, that's a bit much Star.." he began, but seeing how desperate she was to get him out, he said, "You know, maybe you're right." "Oh joyous day!" Starfire gleefully exclaimed. Grabbing the boy wonder's arm, she said, "Come, Cyborg has suggested we venture out for pizza!"
However, Robin soon began to wish that he had remained in his room. The pizza place was packed to the rafters and the Titans were squashed in the middle of it. Being celebrities, everyone wanted to see them, or in most cases touch their costumes or gear. Worse still, the waiters were apparently out on strike so anyone who ordered had to fight their way through the crowd and back to get their food. "So who's idea was this again?" asked Raven, as the crowd once again began to crowd around them again. "Hey! How was I supposed to know?!" snapped Cyborg as he pulled his arm back from an over energetic fan. "Could've figured it out, but nooo." muttered Robin as he kept knocking hands away from his utility belt. Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Number 46!" "Isn't that or number?" asked Starfire. "I'm not getting it." said Beast Boy. And before he could respond, Cyborg found all eyes pointed at him. "Oh all right!" he snapped as he got up and began to fight his way out.
"All right, make room! Hey don't touch that! No, I'm not a jukebox!" Cyborg crashed his way through an almost endless mob, but finally he reached the counter. "Number... 46!" he gasped, as he threw money down. The server then shoved four boxes of extra-large pizza into his hands, but blocked his view at the same time. "Oh dammit it all!" cried Cy, as he turned and tried to maneuver his way through the crowd. But before he had taken more then ten steps, he heard a voice yell, "Hey look out!" Cyborg's head whipped around, trying to locate the sound, but it was to no avail. Another body crashed into his own, knocking both of them to the floor and sending the pizzas flying. Cy looked up just in time get covered in a mess of tofu pizza. Angrily, he ripped the stuff off his head and through the mess of tomato sauce, took a look at the other person in the accident. It was a kid, about eleven or twelve, wearing a red-and- white shirt and blue jeans. He had dark black hair and even though he was inside was wearing wraparound sunglasses. Like Cy, he was covered in pizza toppings, although his were pepperoni and mushrooms. "Look where you're going, moron!" the kid snapped as he wiped tomato sauce off his face. "Me?! You started this, wearing those stupid shades in here. Whadda think this is, L.A.?!" "Might be, there's at least one jerk with an ego that size here." "Why you stupid, preppy looking.." "Glorified toaster oven.." Cy began to pull one arm back, as the kid did the same. The argument might have gone on further, but a voice yelled, "B, what in the name of God are you doing?" Both heads whipped around. Standing there was a ten-year-old, wearing and orange T and short blue pants. His skin was a yellowish color, and his hair was spiked up.
"Hey it's not my fault, this jerk here..." began "B." "Aye Carumba, this jerk is Cyborg!" "B" did a full double take, taking in what seemed to be his first real look at Cy. "Oh dear God, I'm almost fighting a Titan!" he swore. Quickly, he got up and tried to wipe Cy clean. "I'm sorry dude, I was pissed off, I didn't see who you were." He said almost frantically. "Look," said Cyborg, grabbing the boy's arms, as he started to calm down. "Just calm down. We both overreacted, and the last thing I want is another fanboy touching me. Let's just pay each other for the pies and call it even." "Uh, sounds fine to me." Stammered "B: who promptly went for his wallet. While he looked, Cy turned to the other kid and said, "Thanks for stopping us." "No prob." The yellowish kid shrugged. "After you convince my dad not fight the lamp when he's drunk, nothing else is really that hard." Cy laughed and asked, "What's your name?" "Bart. Bart Simpson."
and Conquer)
Chap. 2
Meetings of Legends
The Titans spent the next few days cooped up in the Tower, trying to figure out what the H.I.V.E was up to. Or rather, Robin did, while Beast Boy and Cyborg played video games, Raven remarked on how mindless an activity that was, and Starfire attempted to coax Robin out of his room after the second day.
Still no pattern. Robin thought as he looked over the list of stolen goods for what had to be the millionth time. Admittedly, it was a random list. Blenders, refrigerators neon lights, car engines, even a ton of sheet metal from a construction site. It seemed pointless, but in Gizmo's hands, any machine could become deadly. "Star was right; he must be building something with it." Robin muttered allowed. "But what on Earth could it be?" "Perhaps a break would help you discover it." said a voice from behind him. Sighing, Robin said, "Star, for the hundredth time, thank you, but I really want to figure this out." "But you have been in here for two days straight. You must rest." insisted the young alien. "What if all this constant strain causes you to forgot the location of your marbles and create another identity for yourself, that will endlessly commit evil deeds in an effort to bring answers?" Robin raised an eyebrow. "Ah, that's a bit much Star.." he began, but seeing how desperate she was to get him out, he said, "You know, maybe you're right." "Oh joyous day!" Starfire gleefully exclaimed. Grabbing the boy wonder's arm, she said, "Come, Cyborg has suggested we venture out for pizza!"
However, Robin soon began to wish that he had remained in his room. The pizza place was packed to the rafters and the Titans were squashed in the middle of it. Being celebrities, everyone wanted to see them, or in most cases touch their costumes or gear. Worse still, the waiters were apparently out on strike so anyone who ordered had to fight their way through the crowd and back to get their food. "So who's idea was this again?" asked Raven, as the crowd once again began to crowd around them again. "Hey! How was I supposed to know?!" snapped Cyborg as he pulled his arm back from an over energetic fan. "Could've figured it out, but nooo." muttered Robin as he kept knocking hands away from his utility belt. Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Number 46!" "Isn't that or number?" asked Starfire. "I'm not getting it." said Beast Boy. And before he could respond, Cyborg found all eyes pointed at him. "Oh all right!" he snapped as he got up and began to fight his way out.
"All right, make room! Hey don't touch that! No, I'm not a jukebox!" Cyborg crashed his way through an almost endless mob, but finally he reached the counter. "Number... 46!" he gasped, as he threw money down. The server then shoved four boxes of extra-large pizza into his hands, but blocked his view at the same time. "Oh dammit it all!" cried Cy, as he turned and tried to maneuver his way through the crowd. But before he had taken more then ten steps, he heard a voice yell, "Hey look out!" Cyborg's head whipped around, trying to locate the sound, but it was to no avail. Another body crashed into his own, knocking both of them to the floor and sending the pizzas flying. Cy looked up just in time get covered in a mess of tofu pizza. Angrily, he ripped the stuff off his head and through the mess of tomato sauce, took a look at the other person in the accident. It was a kid, about eleven or twelve, wearing a red-and- white shirt and blue jeans. He had dark black hair and even though he was inside was wearing wraparound sunglasses. Like Cy, he was covered in pizza toppings, although his were pepperoni and mushrooms. "Look where you're going, moron!" the kid snapped as he wiped tomato sauce off his face. "Me?! You started this, wearing those stupid shades in here. Whadda think this is, L.A.?!" "Might be, there's at least one jerk with an ego that size here." "Why you stupid, preppy looking.." "Glorified toaster oven.." Cy began to pull one arm back, as the kid did the same. The argument might have gone on further, but a voice yelled, "B, what in the name of God are you doing?" Both heads whipped around. Standing there was a ten-year-old, wearing and orange T and short blue pants. His skin was a yellowish color, and his hair was spiked up.
"Hey it's not my fault, this jerk here..." began "B." "Aye Carumba, this jerk is Cyborg!" "B" did a full double take, taking in what seemed to be his first real look at Cy. "Oh dear God, I'm almost fighting a Titan!" he swore. Quickly, he got up and tried to wipe Cy clean. "I'm sorry dude, I was pissed off, I didn't see who you were." He said almost frantically. "Look," said Cyborg, grabbing the boy's arms, as he started to calm down. "Just calm down. We both overreacted, and the last thing I want is another fanboy touching me. Let's just pay each other for the pies and call it even." "Uh, sounds fine to me." Stammered "B: who promptly went for his wallet. While he looked, Cy turned to the other kid and said, "Thanks for stopping us." "No prob." The yellowish kid shrugged. "After you convince my dad not fight the lamp when he's drunk, nothing else is really that hard." Cy laughed and asked, "What's your name?" "Bart. Bart Simpson."
