Disclaimer: Pi does not own Teen Titans, etc. However, this storyline is Pi's, so no stealing!!!
CHAPTER THREE
Patrick awoke with the rather frightening sight of two brilliantly green eyes staring into his. It was a woman; she seemed to be craned over him as to get a better look.
"Robin, he is awake," she said after backing off, seeing his eyes were open.
Robin, on queue, walked up to Patrick's side, in his blurred peripheral vision. The only way he knew it was Robin was because of the bright red that his "costume" had; that and his height. He leaned down and smiled.
"You alright?" he asked.
Patrick sat up groggily and looked around before answering. He was in Titan Tower, on the top floor, at least 7 stories off the ground. He smirked at the surroundings. The whole team was there, except Raven.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired. How long was I out for?"
Robin backed off when Patrick sat up. "About a day," he said.
Patrick wasn't too surprised, he hadn't had a good rest in about three days, it made sense to sleep for over 24 hours to make up for it.
He sat up all the way, popping his neck in the process, and looked over to Starfire who seemed to be watching him intently. She was acting very odd, like she was holding something back
"Um… hello?" he said to her curiously.
That lack of dialogue seemed to be the only thing to keep the floodgates closed as right when he said that, her face lit up like Christmas and she began asking many questions, all of which it seemed she wanted immediate answers.
"What is your name? Where are you from? Why are you here?" she said very quickly. Those were the only three Patrick caught as he was still too groggy to sift out all the questions as fast as she asked them
"Patrick, West Gotham City, and you guys brought me here," he said uncertainly, his voice still resonating of exhaustion.
Starfire seemed only slightly satisfied having only had a few of her questions answered, but looked at him and smiled still. She must have realized that he was still tired.
"So… Patrick, what happened back there?" Robin asked slowly and cautiously. The occurrence at the pizzeria was odd enough to raise a question of Patrick's nature.
"Oh… that," Patrick said raising one hand in front of his face.
He closed his eyes and seemed to be looking at his hands through his eye lids. Within moments, a warm, eerie wind picked up. Within moments there was a slight discoloration to the space above Patrick's palm, extending about two inches. It was orange, a reddish orange. Suddenly, without warning, that section of discolored air burst into a fire; a solid fire, no fuel, no physical way to keep it going.
"Pyrokinesis. Sorry about earlier," Patrick said quickly as he balled his fist, making the flame disappear with no residual evidence that it was ever there except a slightly warmer room; no smoke or any undesired byproduct of fire.
Robin stood there, nodding to accept his apology, apparently pondering to himself. Beast Boy and Cyborg were playing a video game and Starfire was hovering overhead for some unknown reason. Patrick's show of power had grabbed the attention of the rest of the team. Beast Boy and Cyborg looked back after pausing their game to see what was going on. Up until then, they had been unaware that Patrick was even awake, having been ensnared in the false reality of the video game.
"Dude, you can start fires? Sweet!" Beast Boy said as he rolled backwards and did some sort of odd summersault over the back of the couch, landing on his feet then walking up to Patrick who was now sprawled on the couch. He smiled a toothy grin, characterized by at least one noticeable fang.
"Hi, I'm Beast Boy," he said, putting out his hand.
Patrick met his hand, giving him a firm handshake.
"Patrick."
Cyborg was the next one to come up; the on who had immobilized him yesterday with his great strength. He also offered his hand a handshake. His was much more powerful, like putting a hand in a vice. It was powerful enough to pick Patrick up off the couch and make him stand.
A little shaken, Patrick directed his gaze to Starfire who quickly made a move to hug him. It was a friendly hug, nothing more, but it raised the question of who was stronger, Cyborg or Starfire?
She let go and Patrick caught his breath, popping his neck once more. Something was misaligned after that mammoth hug, but it wasn't a big deal.
"Nice to meet you all," he said to them, managing a weak smile, as much as his character would allow.
Patrick spent the day in Titan Tower with all of his new "friends". He only knew four of the five members, but didn't mind. What little he knew of Raven told him she would take a while to warm up to him. At least, that was her public persona.
As it neared sunset, Robin came up to Patrick who was dozing off in a comfortable arm chair. He stood in front of him for about a half a minute without being recognized. Finally, he cleared his throat. This was enough to wake Patrick from his state of half sleep.
"Patrick, we're going to go train on the obstacle course," Robin said, "We were wondering if you wished to train with us."
"Sure," Patrick said as he sprung out of his chair.
"Great. The whole team is outside waiting."