I do not own the teen titans.
He had been caught off
guard. How was he supposed to know that his teacher was a titan
historian.
"Stupid Mr. Blood." He thought aloud and slammed
the punching bag. " If only…"
"Jason," said his father. He was in his old super hero uniform. " Its time to learn the final technique."
"Dad, You said" started Jason, But was cut off by the ex superhero.
"Your aunt Raven said the time was coming."
"No"
"Yes, the titans must reform."
"But the titans can't just come back, you and the rest of the team are suppose to be dead."
"And we'll stay out of the public eye, for now."
"But who will lead the team, who will be the team."
"YOU will lead them, YOU will find them"
"But how dad, What if I'm not like you. What if I don't make a good leader."
"You will, it's in your blood." Said his mother who just entered the room with a long black box.
"What's in there?" questioned the half-tamaranian boy.
"Open it and see." Replied his parents almost in unison.
He opened the box to find a dark blue suit with a black T shaped vest. On this vest was made of a metal stronger than steel, lighter than paper, and only found on tamaran. The box also held a mask that was not unlike robins old mask but was made of the same metal as the vest. Under the costume and belt, with gadgets, was a pair of toffas. The toffas looked like the riot sticks that policemen carry, but were made of the same metal and painted black. Jason hugged his parents for the birthday present.
" Happy sixteenth birth day, Ghost."