Disclaimer: Just to remind you, Teen Titans is the property of WB and DC, with whom I am in no way affiliated.
Author's Note: This is the proper first chapter. Sorry it's taken so long. I had an all day acting competition, then I had to make up schoolwork, then I got sick and missed school, so I had to make up more work. Titans East part 2 gave me another good idea for the story, so I'll be rewriting a few chapters. The fic is now set after the Brother Blood incident. This chapter goes out to my fans, Serve the Abbalah and Rurouni Tyriel. Thank you for reviewing me. Hopefully, this will only get better.
Ch. 1: Quadruple VisionThe green cyborg's two accomplices threw off their overcoats in unison, revealing the enemies beneath. One of the cohorts had the face of a young woman, her gentle features completely unspoiled by any form of blemish; this angelic countenance was cruelly attached to a hulking metal form, a gargantuan mechanical body that radiated a bright yellow glow. The second underling was a man, or at least appeared to be, for his single bloodshot human eye spoke more malice than could be contained in one man. The entire left half of his face was a burning red skull, and his hunching frame was a similarly colored armor.
Robin, both fists and teeth clenched, was the first to speak: "Nice tech," he growled. "Mind telling me where you got it?"
"You'll figure it out," Green shot back with his undying smirk. "For now, let's just play!"
"Titans, go!" Robin barked, throwing himself from the hood of the abandoned car. Raven, Starfire, and Beast Boy took to the air, while Cyborg charged forward with a howl. However, as swift as they were, the five heroes had scarcely taken a step by the time Green raised his titanium arm; the appendage whirred and clicked as it changed shape, taking the form of a sonic cannon. A spinning, olive-colored beam exploded from the weapon, drilled into the side of the car, grinding and twisting metal, until it reached the gas tank. There was a spark.
Time seemed to slow in that too short second. Every sound was amplified tenfold: the fluttering of Robin's cape and Raven's cloak, the flap of Beast Boy's elegant falcon wings, the thunder of Cyborg's armored foot as it struck and scattered pavement. There was sweat drenching every Titan's brow; all, that is, except Raven's. With a practiced, elegant hand gesture, the vehicle was enveloped in a sheet of her mystic energy. The magical shield rippled slightly as the van within it burst, the explosion safely contained.
There was a collective mental sigh of relief as the super-powered teens fell back to regroup. Robin shot a glance at the trio as his friends gathered around him. Green had tauntingly lowered his gun, as if daring the Titans to come up with a plan.
Robin, struggling to maintain his collected "leader" persona, addressed his teammates. "We can beat these guys if we gang up on them one at a time," he said, voice wavering. "The problem is separating them…"
Cyborg seemed to have an answer to that dilemma. With a guttural battle cry, he once more rushed toward the three, his red prosthetic eye focusing on the still gloating Green. There was a choked cry and a thundering CRASH as the Titan plowed headlong into the copycat criminal. The Titanium Titan held his unrelenting grip on the doppelganger as he pressed forward. Green made a futile attempt to stay anchored; his robotic feet screeched across the ground, tossing up sparks and pieces of concrete. Cy bypassed Green's two counterparts, continued through the smoldering entrance of the city bank, entered the gaping maw of the ravaged vault, and exited right through the back wall, scattering blocks of cement and steel supports across the sidewalk.
Green's limp form sailed across the street, contorting about in midair, and smashed into the building on the opposite side, leaving a crater as testimony. The cybernetic man groaned as he struggled to his hands and knees, his robotic joints creaking as they realigned themselves.
Cyborg emerged form the freshly created hole, flexing his android muscles as he clomped toward his grounded opponent.
"My friend asked you a question, man. Where'd you get the tech?"
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Robin leaped into the air as a yellow sonic blast impacted a mere inches below, right where his foot would have been. The shockwave generated by the explosion was small, but enough to throw him off balance, causing him to land painfully on his back end instead of his feet. He rolled with it, as he had been trained, using the very momentum of his fall to vault himself back up. He was on his feet just in time to glimpse the hubcap, spinning like a discus straight toward his neck. In the same fluid movement, the Boy Wonder brought up his boot, blocking the lethal projectile with the steel sole.
He frantically tried to get his bearings. He saw that Yellow had seemingly forgotten him, turning her attention the skies, to the girls. Red, however, was completely focused on him, his organic eye bulging with a sadistic joy as he hoisted an abandoned convertible over his head, intent on crushing the young hero.
Fortunately, the demented android just happened to lose his grip on the makeshift weapon as a bright green rhino coincidentally managed to plow into his back, tossing him like a discarded toy straight into his female counterpart.
"Titans, regroup!" called Robin as the dust settled. The other three teens rushed to their leader. Raven erected a wall, separating them from the aggressors.
"These things are insane," said Robin, his normal sangfroid about him once more. "If this fight reaches an area with people in it, we're going to have casualties. I can't let that happen. Beast Boy, I want you to lead us in; turn into something durable and tank them! Starfire, you're going to get me as close as possible to them. Maybe I can hack them. Raven, bring up the rear and cover me and Star. Okay, move out!"
The four heroes rushed out in the planned formation as the black sheet fell: Stegosaurus Beast Boy in the lead, swishing his spiked tail and roaring enthusiastically, Starfire flying low, holding a tense Robin, and Raven in the back, providing a shield for the group.
However, the Titans met only a silent street, desolate of anything but the rubble that remained from the fight, the burlap sacks of stolen loot, and an open manhole. Robin remained motionless as the rest of the team prepared to dive into the sewers, intent on pursuing their foes.
"Stop!" the leader barked. At once the Titans froze, held by the unchallenged power of their commander's voice. "They had plenty of time to snatch up the money, but they left without. They were here for something else."
"Hello? Dude, we just need to chase 'em down and ask 'em," Beast Boy wailed. "Boom! The end."
"I cannot allow any citizen to get hurt, which is what's going to happen if we keep this up," Robin replied grimly. "I have a feeling they'll be back, anyway…"
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Synthetic joints creaked as the two giants grappled, each using the entirety of his body mass, biological or otherwise, to push the other back. It was a wasted effort on both of their accounts; they remained locked in a stalemate struggle, neither one gaining supremacy. Cyborg glared at his new arch-nemesis with his misty, gray human eye, and the olive imposter stared back with cold, lifeless, emotionless binoculars.
"Face it, kiddo," Green stammered, "you have no chance of winning this. Why don't you come along nice and quiet like?"
"Come… along?" struggled Cyborg. His right eye was beginning to twitch just faintly, and perspiration was rolling down his face in torrents.
"My boss wants you," Green smugly elaborated. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to finish this."
"Thanks," Cy said, a grin spreading across the natural part of his face. "You can tell me the rest later."
The Titan's leg swung up, the sole pressing firmly against the metal dome of Green's noggin. A blast erupted forth, engulfing the fined in a brilliant blue glow. His grip relented, and he tumbled backwards, landing on his back and skidding noisily across the asphalt. His smoking form slowly rose to one arm, head swiveling up only to meet Cyborg's still warm sonic cannon.
"C'mon, man, it's finished."
Yet Green, in the face of capture, still retained that cocky smirk. "On the contrary, friend. It is only postponed. Until next time!"
Before Cy could react, the confident villain's very metal casing produced a sudden blinding flash, accompanied by an ear-splitting bang that disoriented both human and electronic receptors.
By the time his vision cleared, and his optic circuits recalibrated, his foe had vanished, a jagged hole in his place, leaving Cyborg without his answers.
But he had a good idea of where to look…
Author's Note: I apologize if this was repetitive at any point; I was still shaking off the flu as I wrote it. In case you didn't notice, writing action isn't one of my strong points. I'd hope people would know to review, and the reason that I only received two was because of the fact it was immediately buried, but just in case, I'll remind you that constructive criticism is much appreciated. Hopefully, the next chapter will come sooner.
Next Time: A speedy interrogation takes place as our half-robot buddy contacts some old friends to aid in his desperate search for the identities of the Androids Three.