Disclaimer: This story is complete drivel, and is intended solely for the purpose of amusing those who are captivated by Vinnie's random, inane attempts at humor. I am only posting this because my Beta warned me not to- /evil laughter/ and therefore, I am compelled to prove her wrong. I hope...
Also, I am sick, and cannot write, but maybe some of you considerate, brilliant, insightful, discerning loyal readerswill write something in your reviews that will amuse me. Or you could write to 'Brain... .' Heh heh, I said brain, Scooter!
Note: Any resemblence to 'Teen Titans' characters is purely coincidence, I assure you. Maybe.
TEEN VICTORIANS
The sun was already risen, and birds were singing outside the balcony of Richard Grayson's room, by the time he awakened.
"Goodness me! I do hope that I am not too late to breakfast," he muttered aloud.
The dapper young man attended to his morning ablutions hastily. Hurrying down the staircase of his palatial estate manse, he wound his way to the formal dining room.
"Good morning Master Grayson," Matilda called out happily- "you are just in time, I will start serving right away, Sir."
"Good morning, Master Richard." Garfield Logan rose, and made a slight bow.
"A good morning to you, Sir." Spoke Richard. "I trust you and Mr. Stone slept well?"
"Indeed I did, Sir!" Gushed Victor Stone. "And what a goodly morning it is!"
Richard cast a glance down the length of the magnificent table. The settings were perfect-as always. Fresh flowers adorned the center of the room. But something was missing...
Grayson raised one eyebrow in a gesture of extreme anxiousness-"I observe that our lady friends have not yet arrived-shall I send for them, or am I to be apprised of a change in our morning plans?"
An admittedly peculiar coincidence, at precisely that moment Arthur opened the doors to the grand hall, and announced the arrival of the ladies.
"Gentlemen-Miss Raven and Miss Kori have arrived for-breakfasting." Arthur was such a card...
The trio of gentlemen rose from their seats to greet their lady friends.
"Ladies-it always does my heart good to look upon two such visions of beauty," spoke Richard.
"I concur-hear, hear," added Victor, bowing deeply.
Garfield bowed courteously, as well. "My ladies!"
Kori twittered as she curtsied. "Thank you so kindly, gentlemen. As always, I am flattered."
Raven glowered disdainfully, disregarding proper etiquette. "Must you always be so dully formal? And I shall charitably restrain from commenting on your foolish prattle... ."
Greyson was unperturbed. "I am truly sorry that you are unforgiving my small indulgences, Miss Raven. You two are my guests, however, and I shall not forget that; nor shall I refrain from speaking my mind, as do you." He smiled. "Come, let us enjoy this lovely repast that Matilda has so graciously prepared."
L A TERON
"Arthur, is the carriage at hand?" asked Richard.
"Yes, Sir. James awaits, Sir," the Butler replied dryly.
Richard encompassed the room with a sweep of his arm, "Arise, friends-we depart!"
As the other four seated themselves comfortably, Richard, entering last, instructed his coachman. "The usual route, James."
"Very good, Sir." Replied the driver. With a gentle lurch, the carriage started towards the Haarlem district of New Amsterdam.
Garfield, as usual was fidgety. "Richard, does it not concern you that someday, we will be revealed?"
"Certainly not," Richard harrumphed. "As long as we take care to veil ourselves with our dark spectacles, none shall ever discover us!"
"You seem rather more sure of yourself than is befitting," observed Raven. "I believe that Mr. Logan displays a proper concern."
"Nonsense," replied the cocksure Greyson. "Should anything untoward ever become, we need only travel to Professor Wells, and all can be made right again."
"You are most assured that Professor Wells' time-travel device is real, then?" Inquired the somewhat light-headed Kori.
Victor took up the challenge. "Of course, my dear Miss Koriander. I myself have read the tales of the great Professor Wells' adventures in traveling throughout history; both past and future. He has personally assured me, in his own hand, that his machine is both efficient and most safe." He nodded to himself, satisfied.
MORE LATER
The indomitable carriage passed a field, whereupon the five spied a man, bludgeoning a woman with a rather large stick.
"Halt the forward progress of the carriage!" Cried Richard.
Miss Raven turned towards Kori, and rolled her eyes skyward, whilst simultaneously simulating the act of gagging on a finger.
The five Incomparable Adolescents piled out of their conveyance in a hurried manner. They walked with a very lively step to the scene of the crime.
Raven spoke first, although it was not her turn. "Sir! May we inquire what loathsome deed performed compels you to repeatedly strike this good woman about the face and hands with that rather large stick?" Miss Raven spoke most forcefully, drawing a shocked look from both the fiend and his victim.
"What business is it of yours, may I ask?" Snarled the despicable villain.
"Sir, you speak to the 'Adolescent Colossii,'" Richard returned in a haughty tone. "And I believe you owe Miss Raven an apology for speaking in so rude a manner to her polite enquery."
"Uh-no disrespec' meant, Sirs-and Madames." The ruffian fumbled for words. "My wife here was off to weed the garden before milking the cows. I have warned her many times before... ."
"He beats me constantly, Sirs." Cried the too-lovely young woman. "And at night he forces me to disrobe in the light," she sobbed, covering her face to deflect a stroke of the stick.
"Unclean filth-stay your wicked hand!" Cried Garfield bravely.
"Hey, she's my wife-my property!" Said the vile man in a most ungracious tone of voice. "And who's goin' to make me stop?" The nasty man challenged.
"I myself, shall cause you to cease," interjected Miss Kori. She assumed most unladylike-like stance, spreading her legs for balance, and raising her clenched fists, as would a pugilist.
"Hey-now there's somthin' you don't see everyday." Laughed the accursed husband. "Shall I really be forced to knock you about also, Milady?"
"Proceed-I mean try it," Intoned Raven, evenly.
The lithe and graceful Miss Koriander advanced upon the bully. He swung at her with the rather large stick he held in his bullying hand. The gentle redhead parried his attack, knocking away the rather large stick, while delivering to the ugly, disrespectful man's jaw a most effective blow with her other hand.
"Done," Said Kori simply, wiping her hands together. She leaned down to offer the poor, lovely young abused woman her hand. Helping the unfortunate lady to her feet, Kori then turned back to the offal that called himself the girl's husband. "Will you not treat your wife with respect, of shall I pummel you some more, Sir?"
"Nooo," groaned the wretched, horrible man. "I will be good-promise. Just don't hurt me anymore, Miss."
"Very good, Sir!" Miss Kori replied in a most stimulated manner. "And you-poor luscious, overworked, abused wife-should you ever require additional assistance, here is my card... ."
"Oh, thank you Adolescent Colossii!" cried the delicious, beat-upon young lady, clasping her hands to her heaving bosom. "I shall not soon forget your brave deeds, or you, the lovely, delicious Miss Kori!"
"You are certainly most welcome, and thank you," smiled Miss Koriander.
"You carry on, Miss Kori!" Piped up Garfield, extending a fist in the air in his peculiar, customary manner.
"Here, here!" Cried Victor.
So concludes the first chapter (of two) (or three)in the exiciting exploits of our fabulous five.!
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