Hiyehs! From this point on, I have no clue what to do with the story. Funny huh?
Oh-just a note, this story takes place between Terra and Titan Rising, to avoid confusion.
I'll explain this a little better than I did at URtrip. Basically, FFnet has banned the auths from answering reviews, so all answers will be over at the forums until this is lifted. Get it? Got it.
And while you're at it, can you join the forum? We're in desperate need of members. :)
Chapter 4: After the Storm Lets Up
The next day, 9 am
Rose opened one eye sleepily. She wasn't dead, and she wasn't in her room, the last three years a figment of her dreams like she always hoped they were, so- where was she?
Then she remembered. The Titans. The storm. Their kindness. She was on the couch. Some Titan had come in the night and thrown a blanket on her back. It was kinda scratchy.
The storm was over. The sun was shining brighter than ever, as if to make up for the time that it wasn't. It was going to be a nice day after all.
Things were going almost too right.
Nobody else seemed to be up yet. Hesitantly, as though she were avoiding a trap, she stood up and walked over to the fridge. Let's see...what's here...sandwich, covered in blue fungus...ice cream, covered in blue fungus...everything, covered in blue fungus.
She wondered how they managed to live. Maybe they got used to it.
Shrugging, and finding nothing edible, she crawled back onto the couch. She must have fallen asleep, because a blink later something with too much red hair was standing-floating-over her.
"Rise, young one!"Starfire said cheerfully. "The storm has ended, and it is time for breakfast!" She grabbed the bewildered Rose by the arm and rushed her over to the kitchen table.
Rose blinked. "Uh...nobody's here."
"Then I will wake them." She took a deep breath.
"FRIENDS! IT IS TIME FOR THE BREAKING OF FAST!"
The yell took some tiles off the celing, along with the Titans' subconsious. Ten minutes later, they stumbled into the room, drowsy. Grant and Joey were with them. They didn't look as drowsy.
Robin groaned. "Starfire, how many times have we told you to stop that?"
"Seventeen," Starfire said, "But it does not matter! The young bungorfs need to eat!"
"Bungorf?" Grant said. Joey arched an eyebrow. Is that some kind of insult?
"Tamaranean. Star's native language. I think it means 'child' or something." Robin gave a small laugh. "Ah, whatever. So...who wants breakfast?"
During breakfast, the three children were having the time of their short lives. In all, their favorite part was when Cyborg dropped the frying pan on his foot. They had heard many wails in their lives, but that was the only funny one.
The rest of the morning was like heaven for them.Grant, who thought that knowledge was one of life's joys, snuck into Raven's room and began reading her books. Raven, surprised at how quiet he was, let him, after hiding some potentially 'evil' books (such as Malchior/Rorek's).Starfire asked him question after question after stinking question about random things until he got annoyed. Veery annoyed.
Joey ended up with Cyborg and Beast Boy, who wasted no time in teaching the kid the ways of the troublemaker. The sound barrier was barely noticed as they spent hour after hour devising new and more intersting ways to do simple things, such as make toast. Joey, despite his disability, had many good ideas up his sleeve, even better than the other two Titans combined sometimes.
Rose busied herself in looking through criminal records on the mainframe(under the close supervison of Robin) and laughing at how stupid they were. I'll actually go into detail about this one.
She was viewing the record for Kitten at the moment.
KITTEN
Age: 16
Occupation: Freak/Student
Crime: Being a Freak/Assisting in a criminal operation/Being a Freak/Forced dating of a Titan/FREAK!
Powers: Freakyness/Assosiation with villans
Also see: Killer Moth, Fang, Mutant Moths, Silkie
Daughter of lowlife criminal Killer Moth, Kitten is basically a bimbo. After her boyfriend (fellow crim Fang) broke up with her, she forced Robin to go to the prom with her to make Fang jealous. Robin was permenantly scarred and scared for the rest of his life by the experience. It is very funny to walk up to him and meow very loudly. It's the equivalent of walking up to any human and saying blood...blood...blood...blood...
Beside the record was a mug shot. Kitten looked about as ugly as ever.
Rose giggled furiously. "Who writes these?" she said. "Do they get paid?"
Robin, who was curled in a ball on the floor, stammered his reply. "Ssso...s-scary...Kitten..." He then rolled over, gibbering.
"Okay, I'll click away." She scrolled on through the files, which were in no particular order. Control Freak...Mad Mod...Mumbo...Slade.
Her hand stopped. Her eyes widened. She felt an almost instictive urge to run, but fought it down.
Robin stopped acting like such a baby and walked over calmly. "Slade." Fury and discontent filled all of the one syllable.
"S..slade?"
"Slade."
"Don't say his name, okay? It gives me the willies."
Robin nodded solemnly. "I know. It gives willies to everyone else too.That's why he's our greatest enemy. We'd do anything for his head on a stick." He pounded his fists together.
"Yeah, uh, I know, me too." Rose began to sweat. "Y'know...Slade has done some horrible things."
"Uh, duh."
"Yeah." Her eyes narrowed. "He...well...he...he...killed my father. And mother. And muted Joey."
Robin gasped and took a step back. "He was the madman that attacked you?"
Rose hung her head. "Yes."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone in this town has a story to tell that involves that psychopath. Some even worse than yours." He sighed. "Hopefully there'll be one day when this town has no need for us. But that...is in the distant future."
BEOOP! BEOOP!
"See?" He flipped open his comuthingy. "Titans, Trouble!" He ran over to the door. Unexpectdly, he turned around. "Are...you going to come? It...can be a bit dangerous."
"Then why do you do it?"
He smiled. "Good point." He ran out the door. Rose followed him.
And now this chap is done! And yes, the blood thing was from the Hitchhiker books. I love those. -SP
