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CHAPTER FOUR
Robin had been right. All of the four other members of the Teen Titans were waiting outside on the obstacle course, waiting for Robin to show up.
"Patrick's going to train with us today, team," he said as he walked up to the start point where everyone else was waiting, spare Raven. She was a standing a bit away from the crowd, her face mostly hidden by some sort of leather bound book.
"Okay, cool, let's see what he can do," Cyborg said as he hopped back behind the control system of the course.
"Yes, I too am interested in seeing what he is capable of," Starfire said in an airy way. Beast Boy had said something too, but Starfire's voice drowned it out.
Patrick stood at the start next to Robin.
"What am I supposed to do?" he asked with a confused tone. The area in front of him seemed like a mere flat and rocky plateau of the island that Titan Tower sat on.
"You'll know in a few seconds," Robin said slyly as he and the rest of the team backed away from the start.
Patrick walked forward across the line expecting some sort of surprise. Surely enough, the ground began to shake as hidden mechanical devices began to engage. Pieces of solid cliff rock would suddenly shift to the side, revealing several non-lethal weapons, seemingly energy based, like a weak laser. Other portions of the earth opened to give way for more weapons to pop up. Robin was right; he would know in a few seconds what to do.
Patrick's instincts took over as he sprinted forward as all the weaponry began firing at him at random intervals. The red bolts of energy whizzed past his head as he began to charge his powers as he moved and, in turn, run even faster. As he approached the first group of turrets, he released a sudden blast of white fire, jumping as he did so, and flipped over the now severely melted turrets.
He set out towards the next batch of turrets, the units in the cliff wall that had opened up. As he ran, he was intercepted by what appeared to be cheap robotic sparring partners. They were crudely put together and several of the tubes that allowed them to move weren't covered by any metal plating.
Patrick stopped in his tracks and stared them down. Apparently they were programmed to not attack until advanced on. Smirking at this moment to rest as the turrets had ceased fire as to not hit their allied robots, Patrick pulled out from the large pocked on his sweater, what appeared to be a large pocket knife. He flipped his wrist out and the blade came out, a cruel, harshly curved blade that reflected the sunlight magnificently. As quickly as the blade was out, Patrick was back to speed again, on the nearest robot, slashing the vital power cords ruthlessly, a crude hydraulic oil spraying out, not unlike the blood of a human.
By the time Patrick had finished dismembering the lot of over ten robots, he was completely coated in the mechanical blood. Oblivious to this, Patrick leapt forward, lifting off the ground with a burst of power and achieving flight, his target, the wall turrets.
He made quick work of the turrets, melting them to the point where they were good for nothing more than scrap, the silicone of the microchips and the steel fusing together halting all functionality.
It seemed he was on the home stretch; all that was ahead of him was open land, a rather anticlimactic way of ending the course. Patrick sighed and ran towards the end, landing on the ground as he came towards the end. He smiled triumphantly at the team who were looking at him with a slight shock.
"What?" he asked, "did I cheat?"
Robin walked forward and looked out at the disturbing sight that the whole team was looking at; the dismembered robots that were now strewed across the course.
"That?" Patrick asked, looking at the same robotic scrap, "they're just robots."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Robin said shaking off the feeling that Patrick was some sort of ruthless killer. They were just robots, not like they were alive.
The rest of the team seemed to have recovered from the robotic slaughter. But the initial shock seemed to be enough to bring Raven away from her book. The whole team was now aware of his powers.
"How'd I do?" he asked with an unsure smile on his face.
"Well, I toned it down since it was your first time on this course, but you still have a record time," Cyborg said finally looking down to the data, "But unfortunately, you seem to have destroyed half of the course in the process." He did not speak in an angry tone; he seemed more impressed than anything else. He almost sounded sarcastic when he said unfortunately.
That seemed to be the general consensus of the team as most of them smiled the minute Cyborg had finished saying this. It seemed that in this house, destroying things was completely acceptable.
As Patrick looked over the happy faces, he came to rest on Raven. She was not smiling, in fact, it seemed the polar opposite. From what he could read in her facial expression, she seemed upset with his performance, but the rest of the team seemed oblivious to this as they ran up to congratulate him.
"Great job Patrick," they all seemed to say in unison as he was assaulted with multiple pats on the back and other friendly gestures, again from everyone except Raven.
Robin walked forward as the rest of the team backed away. He smiled and offered his own congratulations.
There was an awkward silence before he began to speak. "Patrick would you like to stay with us at Titan Tower?" he asked assuming that as an orphan, Patrick had no other home.
Patrick looked at Robin and to the other members of the team who all seemed to agree with him. He smiled and nodded. "Sure," he said looking around at the smiling faces of his new friends, except one.