Flashing Lights and Sounds
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer: I do not own TT, nor do I own Mr.Noel Collins but I DO own some of my own characters.
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Chapter 6: Why...is Always a Needed Question...
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A week had passed since the eventful day with the falling industrial chimney, and Kory Anders' had completely changed. Her confidence had seemingly dwindled to nothingness, her eating habits had been completely changed (she no longer even ate with the others) and she had moved back into her own room rather than sharing Robin's.
A very strange and abrupt change. And Robin blamed Nigel completely for it. As irrational as it sounds, but think about it from his point of view. He blamed Nigel because ever since she had come out of his consulting room, she was different. The others thought so as well: whatever she had heard, it had made an impact. But separated from the farther distances then Robin, they could see the reality: it wasn't the doctor's fault. He was just the messenger.
Which didn't stop Robin from cocking a metaphorical gun every time he saw the alien.
"Kory?" Robin said, as he knocked on Starfire's door, a tray of hot food in his hands.
"Yes?" She responded, not opening the door.
"Can I come in?"
There was a pause.
"No, I'm... I'm not decent." She replied quickly, coming closer to the door. It was a lie, but she had to. She would normally never lie, but she had to this time.
But...one might suppose technically it wasn't a lie, because in her mind she wasn't decent, and may never be again.
In her mind. Which can be greater then any part of reality.
"Oh, okay. Well I brought you some food, and some mustard as well." He said, placing the tray down in front of the door, not sure what else to do. "I hope you come out soon." He finished and walked away, his head hung low. Kory slowly opened the door, grabbed the food and slammed the door quickly.
Nigel made his way to the medical bay, leafing through several papers and records as he walked, not noticing the evil glare Robin had given him as he passed. The young woman known as Shield was still unconscious from all the energy she had expended a week ago. When he got there, Beast Boy was already waiting. Indeed, it was almost as if he had never left her side. His face had a look that could only be described as a man in full thought, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed tightly together. A sight indeed: where is that camera we need to capture this rare moment for posterity?
"Anything on your mind Gar?" Nigel asked, placing the papers down and checking Shield's vitals, much like Starfire had done with him while he was unconscious, but since Nigel actually had medical training his was considerably more in-depth.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm just trying to work out something." Beast Boy said. Trying to work out what it was about her that stuck him so actually, but he couldn't seem to come to any sort of conclusion. It was mind boggling.
"Do I sense a little bit of animal magnetism here?" Nigel joked, walking back over and sitting next to Beast Boy. Beast Boy looked up, raising a brow, and then he looked back, a slight blush on his cheeks.
"I don't know, but I want to find out whatever it is that's making me feel this way."
There was a pause before Nigel leaned towards him, an semi-amused expression on his face.
"You ARE serious, are you not?" He asked, sounding surprised. These words seemed to trigger a new emotion in Beast Boy, or more accurately, a whole new set of emotions. He jumped up and walked over to a window and looked out on the morning sun, or at least he would have been looking at it if it wasn't on the other side of the tower. Damn Green Berets movie!
"Yes I'm serious!" He yelled, before shrugging. "It's those eyes! I haven't been able to get them out of my head ever since I saw them the first time, on the night they attacked you!" He said, placing his hands on his hips as he swivelled around on one heel, coming to a full stop after he had turned 180 degrees. "I don't understand it myself, but whatever it is...perhaps... I don't know, maybe she feels the same way?" He said, shrugging.
"I did not realise you were such a romantic." Nigel said, honestly surprised at this new side of his friend. He had never seen it before. He leaned on his hand, balancing his arm on his desk as the green-furred teen went on. And on. And on...
"Don't worry. I will not inform Cyborg of your predicament." Nigel laughed, as his companion breathed a sigh of relief.
What a strange day this was going to turn out to be.
A light groan came from the bed as the two lads looked up sharply. The groan turned into a yawn, and then a sigh as the young woman sat up, slightly groggy and confused.
"Morning." Nigel said, walking over, trying to keep his body language non- threatening. Shield recoiled a little, reaching up for where her gun would be, but of course it wasn't there. Neither was the shoulder armour it would usually be kept in.
"You have nothing to worry from me; I just wish to check your health."
"Stay away from me, monster." She growled, backing up on her bed a little.
"Good Lord Shield, he's a doctor, not a monster!" Beast Boy said in his best Bones. Nigel and Shield were united in their confused expression. "Heh. Planetary in-joke. But it's ok, we're the good guys!" Gar added, holding up his hands to try and calm her. It didn't work. Though it didn't seem to fail either, as the comment seemed to leave her with a slightly bemused expression.
"That isn't possible; I'M the good gal here." She said, pointing to herself, as her crimson eyes scanned the expressions of the doctor and the changeling.
Then the lads started to crack up, the realization hitting them like a nitrious oxide grenade.
"Hey! What's so funny?" Shield asked, folding her arms.
"Someone has been telling you little white lies." Gar said, walking up to her and smiling.
"Little white lies, or big black truths?" She asked, focusing on the green face in front of her, which soon started to turn a little red at the edges. Nigel, starting to notice this particular turn of events, excused himself quickly and quietly. Surprisingly quietly, as he had metal claws and it was a marble floor.
"Well, WE are super heroes!" He protested, which elicited a laugh from Shield, but her feelings towards this group she was facing made her kill it as soon as possible.
"Look, seriously, we are CRIME FIGHTERS. Ask anyone with half a brain and they'll tell you that we are the Teen Titans, a group of teenaged heroes that, despite looking perfect, still have to deal with life and reality."
"How do I know that you are not villains?"
"If we were villains, would we have give you medical attention? Or would we have chained you to a wall and thrown you in a small room as gangrene ate at your wounds?" He asked, holding up the straps on the edge of the table (which had been replaced from Nigel's little stretch). "We didn't even restrain you! Our doctor was strapped down when we first met him!"
She let out another small laugh. In a strange sort of way, it made sense. If they were the tyrants people claimed they were, they WOULD have thrown her in a small dark, dank room, or worse, killed her. Instead she was in a hospital facility, where she had been treated for her injuries.
"Then it ISN'T true..." Shield said. Beast Boy tilted his head. "The Troika said..."
And that was all she got out as she was cut off, and rather abruptly I might add.
"The Troika?! They were the ones who told you we were the bad guys?" He laughed, holding his stomach. "THEY'RE the bad guys! They've been attacking us for no good reason for what seems to be several years now. And now it seems they have enlisted the help of two powerful Metahumans, yourself and your brother Sword..."
"Myth."
This time is was Beast Boy's turn to be interrupted.
"Pardon?"
"His name isn't Sword, it's Myth. Sword is his title." She corrected.
"Oh, well, that's good to know." He paused, trying to find where he was again. "Well they seem to have persuaded you and your brother, Myth, to join them in the hopes that you would finally kick our butts, which of course is never going to happen as we too have a new member!" Beast Boy said in one long run sentence, as he again struck a pose.
"The now missing doctor?" She laughed and looked around, unable to find Nigel. Beast Boy did a double take on the situation and sighed.
"I swear, he's more mysterious than Robin, constantly sneaking off like that!"
Shield laughed again.
"I haven't laughed so much in ages." She said. Beast Boy looked at her sceptically. How can someone not laugh? Then he thought of Raven and scratched the previous thought. Catching the look, Shield looked down again.
"I don't really want to talk about it. I just haven't had much to laugh about, that's all." She commented quietly, and lay back down, facing away from him, trying to avoid the subject. Beast Boy tried to think of something to say, anything.
"We couldn't find your brother."
"I know." She replied. Gar looked at her, purely stunned at her remark. How could she KNOW her brother was missing?
"What?"
"I know because my brother wouldn't be hurt by that 'little' tower. First thing he would do would be to find somewhere quiet to heal himself, probably a cool, dark place. The second thing on his agenda would be to go get help to rescue me. I don't think even he is confused enough to try and attack all of you head on again."
"Confused enough?"
"He may be powerful, but he will not understand. More's the pity I suppose, as he won't grasp the lies of others. He's too trusting on his own." She sighed. "Myth, where are you?"
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Clawing his way out the sewer, Myth coughed a little and stood on the banks of some form of underground base, its large doors slammed shut with one word on them where the doors met.
H.I.V.E
Forcing the doors open with pure strength, Myth strolled inside, anger in his eyes, batting away anyone who dared to stand in front of him like they were flies. He eventually found another set of large doors, but this one had 'the administrator' on the front. Just another obstacle to him though.
He knocked twice. No reply, so there was only one thing for him to do, and that one thing was to kick the door down.
"You can't barge in here!" The principal shouted, standing up from her chair as Gizmo, Jinx, and Mammoth, self titled the Troika, turned around, their faces shocked at the sudden sight of the soaked and obviously angry young man as he walked through the room towards the previously flawless desk. Previously because he promptly dripped water on it.
"Phew! What have you been swimming in?" Jinx asked, wafting the smell away from her nose with her hand. He ignored her idle talk.
"My sister was captured. I will be going to rescue her, just so you know." There was a pause, as if they didn't understand. "Can the Troika help me?" He asked with a sigh. He was starting to get the impression that these were the laziest super heroes he had ever seen.
"And where would they be going?" The principal asked
"Titan Tower." He replied, standing tall with his arms folded. There were murmurs and groans from the rest of his 'team' as he looked around, a bewildered expression on his face.
"With al due respect, we've tried that a few times. They've modified their defences each time. Now Titan Tower is a nigh- impenetrable strong hold. Virtually no one can get in." The principal replied calmly, sitting back down.
"I got in." He retorted. "So what is the problem?"
"Well it's just those snots have all these sensors! And no matter how wonderful I am at disabling them, they will know." Gizmo said, raising himself up with his little boosters. Myth's patience was wearing thin: The Troika were not the best actors and they were starting to turn into their true selves.
"We are going. And THAT is the bottom line." Myth retorted, grabbing all of them by their respective collars.
"Hey Stone Cold! Watch the treads!"
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"Hey Robin, listen to this." Noel read from a paper while Cyborg tried desperately to find the remote for the TV: he wanted to play games. And when I mean desperate, I MEAN desperate. Not one thing was in the place it had been in before, and no sooner had it settled into its new place then it was moved yet again to the place it had been before, and if the ever elusive remote was under an item it was moved too.
A VERY complicated procedure.
"Listen to what?" Robin asked, as he leaned over the strategist's shoulder.
"A new experimental android escaped yesterday from a research lab in Gotham City. Scientist say they were baffled at the sudden disappearance of their new experimental humanoid Artificial Intelligence and have started a coast line search, thinking it may have escaped through the water works. The AI is distinguished by its strange skin colouring, serious look and 'Tim Burton' style dress sense: Cartoon gothic or Halloween-esque clothing with lots of black and white stripes. 'It is very important that we find this specimen' says a researcher at Wayne corps, 'It may be the next big advance in crime fighting'."
"Who is Tim Burton?" Robin asked, standing up a little from his crouched position.
"A movie director. But he used to be in the fashion field, doing lots of stripped suits and dark ideas." Cyborg responded, from under the sofa. "But anyway, why would they be building a robot? WE are the next best thing in crime fighting. Now, HAS ANYONE SEEN THE BLOODY..."
Raven walked through the room, picked up the remote, passed it over and walked back out. Cyborg looked at his palm for a moment or two, trying to work out what just happened. What he had tried for half an hour, unsuccessfully, Raven did in less than five seconds.
"It's a woman thing." Noel replied from behind the paper. Quietly, and he hoped for dear life that it was quiet enough. The last thing he needed was for Raven to rip his 'personals' off while making out. "Anyway, they said that it's imperative for it to be found. All police are on the look out."
"Are we sure it escaped? It wasn't stolen?"
"It doesn't say exactly, but by the sound of the article, it seemed it just got up and walked off. It was an Android after all."
This seemed to cause Cyborg to go into a day dream. Noel shook his head and passed over the paper to their leader.
"Well, if we see it, I'll tell Batman." Robin said, walking away to check his e-mail. Soon enough, shouts came from his room. And those shouts were all in the form of "DELETED!"
What a surprise.
Cyborg was about to put 'Tae Kwon Doe Master 4' into the Gamestation, his finger poking through the hole in the disk, but then Raven appeared from the shadows in front of him. Unfortunately, because of Raven's height, Cyborg managed to put the disk into her mouth.
"ACK! Raven!" He shouted and pulled back, the disk still in between her teeth. A grinding noise out came out as Cyborg panicked even more.
"Don't scratch it! It's not mine! It's a rental!" For a gamer, scratching the disk is a bad thing, very bad. Scratching the disk of another person's game was COMPLETELY taboo. It was all explained in a book he had gotten as a present, called 'The book of Jedi – a hand book for gamers'.
Raven wasn't happy with the oral insertion and the following concern for the GAME. To add insult to injury, Raven took the game out of her mouth and licked it before placing it into Cyborg's original target, the Gamestation, turning it on and shorting it out.
"If you have finished, I have something to show you." She said, in her usual tone of voice, before turning to the window. She allowed herself a smile at Cyborg's expression of pure dismay before pointing down to the base of their home.
"What have you seen Hun?" Savior asked, leaning over her to look down. Raven raised her ever vigilant brow.
"I didn't realise we were on pet names yet, but the reason why we should look out is this..." She said, pointing to a group of four who were walking up the bank of the island on which the tower was situated. One grey-skinned one in a long jacket, a goliath, a short boy in a green suit and a girl with bright pink hair.
The Troika plus Myth.
"This could be a problem." He replied.
"Any tactical ideas?"
"None come to mind, but is I may muse, this reminds me of the Charge of the Light Brigade..." A pause. "It was a mistake that ended up in victory. They brigade had inferior numbers and armour, but because of a mistake in their orders they were sent in, and since they believed what they had been told, they completely decimated the opponents." Savior replied, holding his chin.
"That's great. Now maybe you could give us anything that WE could use." Raven stated in a dead tone. Again there was another pause.
"The point is, this seems surprisingly direct for the Troika. They specialise in sneak attacks, so obviously this direct assault is either the work of a madman, or...a genius. We usually have to fight them thinking of an ulterior motive, but this time their strategy seems to be a straight up head on attack. All I can suggest is that we take THEIR old strategy and turn it against them. But then again, they may be expecting that."
A large bang shook the tower. The front gates were being pried open, after someone had made a hole large enough to fit a person's hand though.
"Looks like we have no choice. Find Robin and the others, and get ready. This is going to hurt."
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Oooh big battle time! Let's hope the Titans survive, or at least enough of them do.
Nigel: Shut up, you have it all written down! You won't kill us off!
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer: I do not own TT, nor do I own Mr.Noel Collins but I DO own some of my own characters.
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Chapter 6: Why...is Always a Needed Question...
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A week had passed since the eventful day with the falling industrial chimney, and Kory Anders' had completely changed. Her confidence had seemingly dwindled to nothingness, her eating habits had been completely changed (she no longer even ate with the others) and she had moved back into her own room rather than sharing Robin's.
A very strange and abrupt change. And Robin blamed Nigel completely for it. As irrational as it sounds, but think about it from his point of view. He blamed Nigel because ever since she had come out of his consulting room, she was different. The others thought so as well: whatever she had heard, it had made an impact. But separated from the farther distances then Robin, they could see the reality: it wasn't the doctor's fault. He was just the messenger.
Which didn't stop Robin from cocking a metaphorical gun every time he saw the alien.
"Kory?" Robin said, as he knocked on Starfire's door, a tray of hot food in his hands.
"Yes?" She responded, not opening the door.
"Can I come in?"
There was a pause.
"No, I'm... I'm not decent." She replied quickly, coming closer to the door. It was a lie, but she had to. She would normally never lie, but she had to this time.
But...one might suppose technically it wasn't a lie, because in her mind she wasn't decent, and may never be again.
In her mind. Which can be greater then any part of reality.
"Oh, okay. Well I brought you some food, and some mustard as well." He said, placing the tray down in front of the door, not sure what else to do. "I hope you come out soon." He finished and walked away, his head hung low. Kory slowly opened the door, grabbed the food and slammed the door quickly.
Nigel made his way to the medical bay, leafing through several papers and records as he walked, not noticing the evil glare Robin had given him as he passed. The young woman known as Shield was still unconscious from all the energy she had expended a week ago. When he got there, Beast Boy was already waiting. Indeed, it was almost as if he had never left her side. His face had a look that could only be described as a man in full thought, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed tightly together. A sight indeed: where is that camera we need to capture this rare moment for posterity?
"Anything on your mind Gar?" Nigel asked, placing the papers down and checking Shield's vitals, much like Starfire had done with him while he was unconscious, but since Nigel actually had medical training his was considerably more in-depth.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm just trying to work out something." Beast Boy said. Trying to work out what it was about her that stuck him so actually, but he couldn't seem to come to any sort of conclusion. It was mind boggling.
"Do I sense a little bit of animal magnetism here?" Nigel joked, walking back over and sitting next to Beast Boy. Beast Boy looked up, raising a brow, and then he looked back, a slight blush on his cheeks.
"I don't know, but I want to find out whatever it is that's making me feel this way."
There was a pause before Nigel leaned towards him, an semi-amused expression on his face.
"You ARE serious, are you not?" He asked, sounding surprised. These words seemed to trigger a new emotion in Beast Boy, or more accurately, a whole new set of emotions. He jumped up and walked over to a window and looked out on the morning sun, or at least he would have been looking at it if it wasn't on the other side of the tower. Damn Green Berets movie!
"Yes I'm serious!" He yelled, before shrugging. "It's those eyes! I haven't been able to get them out of my head ever since I saw them the first time, on the night they attacked you!" He said, placing his hands on his hips as he swivelled around on one heel, coming to a full stop after he had turned 180 degrees. "I don't understand it myself, but whatever it is...perhaps... I don't know, maybe she feels the same way?" He said, shrugging.
"I did not realise you were such a romantic." Nigel said, honestly surprised at this new side of his friend. He had never seen it before. He leaned on his hand, balancing his arm on his desk as the green-furred teen went on. And on. And on...
"Don't worry. I will not inform Cyborg of your predicament." Nigel laughed, as his companion breathed a sigh of relief.
What a strange day this was going to turn out to be.
A light groan came from the bed as the two lads looked up sharply. The groan turned into a yawn, and then a sigh as the young woman sat up, slightly groggy and confused.
"Morning." Nigel said, walking over, trying to keep his body language non- threatening. Shield recoiled a little, reaching up for where her gun would be, but of course it wasn't there. Neither was the shoulder armour it would usually be kept in.
"You have nothing to worry from me; I just wish to check your health."
"Stay away from me, monster." She growled, backing up on her bed a little.
"Good Lord Shield, he's a doctor, not a monster!" Beast Boy said in his best Bones. Nigel and Shield were united in their confused expression. "Heh. Planetary in-joke. But it's ok, we're the good guys!" Gar added, holding up his hands to try and calm her. It didn't work. Though it didn't seem to fail either, as the comment seemed to leave her with a slightly bemused expression.
"That isn't possible; I'M the good gal here." She said, pointing to herself, as her crimson eyes scanned the expressions of the doctor and the changeling.
Then the lads started to crack up, the realization hitting them like a nitrious oxide grenade.
"Hey! What's so funny?" Shield asked, folding her arms.
"Someone has been telling you little white lies." Gar said, walking up to her and smiling.
"Little white lies, or big black truths?" She asked, focusing on the green face in front of her, which soon started to turn a little red at the edges. Nigel, starting to notice this particular turn of events, excused himself quickly and quietly. Surprisingly quietly, as he had metal claws and it was a marble floor.
"Well, WE are super heroes!" He protested, which elicited a laugh from Shield, but her feelings towards this group she was facing made her kill it as soon as possible.
"Look, seriously, we are CRIME FIGHTERS. Ask anyone with half a brain and they'll tell you that we are the Teen Titans, a group of teenaged heroes that, despite looking perfect, still have to deal with life and reality."
"How do I know that you are not villains?"
"If we were villains, would we have give you medical attention? Or would we have chained you to a wall and thrown you in a small room as gangrene ate at your wounds?" He asked, holding up the straps on the edge of the table (which had been replaced from Nigel's little stretch). "We didn't even restrain you! Our doctor was strapped down when we first met him!"
She let out another small laugh. In a strange sort of way, it made sense. If they were the tyrants people claimed they were, they WOULD have thrown her in a small dark, dank room, or worse, killed her. Instead she was in a hospital facility, where she had been treated for her injuries.
"Then it ISN'T true..." Shield said. Beast Boy tilted his head. "The Troika said..."
And that was all she got out as she was cut off, and rather abruptly I might add.
"The Troika?! They were the ones who told you we were the bad guys?" He laughed, holding his stomach. "THEY'RE the bad guys! They've been attacking us for no good reason for what seems to be several years now. And now it seems they have enlisted the help of two powerful Metahumans, yourself and your brother Sword..."
"Myth."
This time is was Beast Boy's turn to be interrupted.
"Pardon?"
"His name isn't Sword, it's Myth. Sword is his title." She corrected.
"Oh, well, that's good to know." He paused, trying to find where he was again. "Well they seem to have persuaded you and your brother, Myth, to join them in the hopes that you would finally kick our butts, which of course is never going to happen as we too have a new member!" Beast Boy said in one long run sentence, as he again struck a pose.
"The now missing doctor?" She laughed and looked around, unable to find Nigel. Beast Boy did a double take on the situation and sighed.
"I swear, he's more mysterious than Robin, constantly sneaking off like that!"
Shield laughed again.
"I haven't laughed so much in ages." She said. Beast Boy looked at her sceptically. How can someone not laugh? Then he thought of Raven and scratched the previous thought. Catching the look, Shield looked down again.
"I don't really want to talk about it. I just haven't had much to laugh about, that's all." She commented quietly, and lay back down, facing away from him, trying to avoid the subject. Beast Boy tried to think of something to say, anything.
"We couldn't find your brother."
"I know." She replied. Gar looked at her, purely stunned at her remark. How could she KNOW her brother was missing?
"What?"
"I know because my brother wouldn't be hurt by that 'little' tower. First thing he would do would be to find somewhere quiet to heal himself, probably a cool, dark place. The second thing on his agenda would be to go get help to rescue me. I don't think even he is confused enough to try and attack all of you head on again."
"Confused enough?"
"He may be powerful, but he will not understand. More's the pity I suppose, as he won't grasp the lies of others. He's too trusting on his own." She sighed. "Myth, where are you?"
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Clawing his way out the sewer, Myth coughed a little and stood on the banks of some form of underground base, its large doors slammed shut with one word on them where the doors met.
H.I.V.E
Forcing the doors open with pure strength, Myth strolled inside, anger in his eyes, batting away anyone who dared to stand in front of him like they were flies. He eventually found another set of large doors, but this one had 'the administrator' on the front. Just another obstacle to him though.
He knocked twice. No reply, so there was only one thing for him to do, and that one thing was to kick the door down.
"You can't barge in here!" The principal shouted, standing up from her chair as Gizmo, Jinx, and Mammoth, self titled the Troika, turned around, their faces shocked at the sudden sight of the soaked and obviously angry young man as he walked through the room towards the previously flawless desk. Previously because he promptly dripped water on it.
"Phew! What have you been swimming in?" Jinx asked, wafting the smell away from her nose with her hand. He ignored her idle talk.
"My sister was captured. I will be going to rescue her, just so you know." There was a pause, as if they didn't understand. "Can the Troika help me?" He asked with a sigh. He was starting to get the impression that these were the laziest super heroes he had ever seen.
"And where would they be going?" The principal asked
"Titan Tower." He replied, standing tall with his arms folded. There were murmurs and groans from the rest of his 'team' as he looked around, a bewildered expression on his face.
"With al due respect, we've tried that a few times. They've modified their defences each time. Now Titan Tower is a nigh- impenetrable strong hold. Virtually no one can get in." The principal replied calmly, sitting back down.
"I got in." He retorted. "So what is the problem?"
"Well it's just those snots have all these sensors! And no matter how wonderful I am at disabling them, they will know." Gizmo said, raising himself up with his little boosters. Myth's patience was wearing thin: The Troika were not the best actors and they were starting to turn into their true selves.
"We are going. And THAT is the bottom line." Myth retorted, grabbing all of them by their respective collars.
"Hey Stone Cold! Watch the treads!"
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"Hey Robin, listen to this." Noel read from a paper while Cyborg tried desperately to find the remote for the TV: he wanted to play games. And when I mean desperate, I MEAN desperate. Not one thing was in the place it had been in before, and no sooner had it settled into its new place then it was moved yet again to the place it had been before, and if the ever elusive remote was under an item it was moved too.
A VERY complicated procedure.
"Listen to what?" Robin asked, as he leaned over the strategist's shoulder.
"A new experimental android escaped yesterday from a research lab in Gotham City. Scientist say they were baffled at the sudden disappearance of their new experimental humanoid Artificial Intelligence and have started a coast line search, thinking it may have escaped through the water works. The AI is distinguished by its strange skin colouring, serious look and 'Tim Burton' style dress sense: Cartoon gothic or Halloween-esque clothing with lots of black and white stripes. 'It is very important that we find this specimen' says a researcher at Wayne corps, 'It may be the next big advance in crime fighting'."
"Who is Tim Burton?" Robin asked, standing up a little from his crouched position.
"A movie director. But he used to be in the fashion field, doing lots of stripped suits and dark ideas." Cyborg responded, from under the sofa. "But anyway, why would they be building a robot? WE are the next best thing in crime fighting. Now, HAS ANYONE SEEN THE BLOODY..."
Raven walked through the room, picked up the remote, passed it over and walked back out. Cyborg looked at his palm for a moment or two, trying to work out what just happened. What he had tried for half an hour, unsuccessfully, Raven did in less than five seconds.
"It's a woman thing." Noel replied from behind the paper. Quietly, and he hoped for dear life that it was quiet enough. The last thing he needed was for Raven to rip his 'personals' off while making out. "Anyway, they said that it's imperative for it to be found. All police are on the look out."
"Are we sure it escaped? It wasn't stolen?"
"It doesn't say exactly, but by the sound of the article, it seemed it just got up and walked off. It was an Android after all."
This seemed to cause Cyborg to go into a day dream. Noel shook his head and passed over the paper to their leader.
"Well, if we see it, I'll tell Batman." Robin said, walking away to check his e-mail. Soon enough, shouts came from his room. And those shouts were all in the form of "DELETED!"
What a surprise.
Cyborg was about to put 'Tae Kwon Doe Master 4' into the Gamestation, his finger poking through the hole in the disk, but then Raven appeared from the shadows in front of him. Unfortunately, because of Raven's height, Cyborg managed to put the disk into her mouth.
"ACK! Raven!" He shouted and pulled back, the disk still in between her teeth. A grinding noise out came out as Cyborg panicked even more.
"Don't scratch it! It's not mine! It's a rental!" For a gamer, scratching the disk is a bad thing, very bad. Scratching the disk of another person's game was COMPLETELY taboo. It was all explained in a book he had gotten as a present, called 'The book of Jedi – a hand book for gamers'.
Raven wasn't happy with the oral insertion and the following concern for the GAME. To add insult to injury, Raven took the game out of her mouth and licked it before placing it into Cyborg's original target, the Gamestation, turning it on and shorting it out.
"If you have finished, I have something to show you." She said, in her usual tone of voice, before turning to the window. She allowed herself a smile at Cyborg's expression of pure dismay before pointing down to the base of their home.
"What have you seen Hun?" Savior asked, leaning over her to look down. Raven raised her ever vigilant brow.
"I didn't realise we were on pet names yet, but the reason why we should look out is this..." She said, pointing to a group of four who were walking up the bank of the island on which the tower was situated. One grey-skinned one in a long jacket, a goliath, a short boy in a green suit and a girl with bright pink hair.
The Troika plus Myth.
"This could be a problem." He replied.
"Any tactical ideas?"
"None come to mind, but is I may muse, this reminds me of the Charge of the Light Brigade..." A pause. "It was a mistake that ended up in victory. They brigade had inferior numbers and armour, but because of a mistake in their orders they were sent in, and since they believed what they had been told, they completely decimated the opponents." Savior replied, holding his chin.
"That's great. Now maybe you could give us anything that WE could use." Raven stated in a dead tone. Again there was another pause.
"The point is, this seems surprisingly direct for the Troika. They specialise in sneak attacks, so obviously this direct assault is either the work of a madman, or...a genius. We usually have to fight them thinking of an ulterior motive, but this time their strategy seems to be a straight up head on attack. All I can suggest is that we take THEIR old strategy and turn it against them. But then again, they may be expecting that."
A large bang shook the tower. The front gates were being pried open, after someone had made a hole large enough to fit a person's hand though.
"Looks like we have no choice. Find Robin and the others, and get ready. This is going to hurt."
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Oooh big battle time! Let's hope the Titans survive, or at least enough of them do.
Nigel: Shut up, you have it all written down! You won't kill us off!