Let's face it.
Not every criminal is a villain. Some don't even have bad guy status. I mean, really, if you lived in a city where local law enforcement meant five kids in spandex kicking your ass, you'd think twice before hot-wiring that Porsche. The cops take care of the small crimes. Loitering with malicious intent, the like. Loafing bums are about all they can handle. So the Titans get some downtime. Once, twice, maybe three times a year some crook pulls the mask on too tight. Starts getting to thinking that maybe he needs a cape. New street name. Corny one-liners, the like. Next thing you know there's this egotistical maniac who's gonna take over the world. Now, that's no way to do it. Kids swoop in with a load a flash and fancy moves and kick your sorry self to max security prison and that's it. They're hyped as heroes. Statues, official steak sauce, the like.
Let's face it.
This city don't belong to the mayor no more.
Yes, I own the Titans. They're in the toybox in my sister's room. Oh, you mean the cartoon?
No, no yet...
Reviews welcomed and returned! I outlined about ten chapters for this, so it might take a bit to pick up. Stay with me! Hope you enjoy my first TTfanfic. (But not my last. Oh, no. No one ever told me how much fun this was. :D)