'Ello governors! It is I, The Crazy. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and thanks for the reviews!
BBRaelover4eva: Thank-you SO much for my first review! The Crazy is continuing, no worries. Also... -waves Beast Boy and Raven flag-
SilverAngel03: I'm glad you like it and I know it's great! .;; -cricket chirp- Just kidding.
KellyClarkstonGirl: Awesome.
Sweetnsxy: -is all embarrassed- Thank-you! I'm awesomely happy you liked it!
Overactivemind: Thanks /so so/ mush for the review! -takes scone- I shall give this to Logan for you! Eventually... -evil smirk-
Giligan: I'm glad you like it! Logan has quite a ... handsome build. -grin- Not to muscly, not to scrawny.
And without out further adieu... Time Flies - Proposition of the century
O yea. To clear up ages... Garfield Logan (Beast Boy): 22 Richard Grayson (Robin): 23 Raven (Raven): 23 Vic Stone (Cyborg): 26 Koriand'r - Kory (Stafire): 23 Also, the names I'm using are mostly from the Comics. I've NEVER read them so if I mess up on something, tell me. Also also, the pasts reflected on before any of the joined the Titans are made up.
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Garfield Logan had arrived at the Rave Hotel a few hours before and accepted the king size bed with open arms. The day had been hectic and all he could think about were the disappearances and his scheduled breakfast meeting with his former leader, the now Richard Grayson. Dick was a typhoon, a millionaire, and long forgotten friend. Luckily enough, Dick had been elated to hear from him again and had gladly made time for a meeting. But Logan had not entirely made the meeting for bonding memories and exchanging small talk. Oh no, this was about something bigger : The Disappearances.
Logan sighed and rolled over, his mind reeling with questions. Being curious as a child, and a surprisingly skilled writer, which he discovered in high school, he had made an acceptable career out of being a journalist. In fact, not just any journalist, but the top dog on The Pulse, Pulse City's number one newspaper. It was a lavish life, yes, and he had made quite a name for himself, but it still could not compare to his days as a Titan. Logan sat up slowly, finally giving into the realization that he would /never/ sleep until his questions were answered, and turned on the television, which just happened to be tuned to Jump News. Reports of more disappearances were being issued and the crime rate in all the cities that had suffered loses were up, on average, forty percent.
The former Titan jumped slightly as the ring of the hotel room's phone surprised him. He picked up, "Logan here." he said groggily, giving away his lack of sleep.
"Mr. Logan, there's someone down here to meet you, one Charlie Haywood." The voice of a young male stated. Logan gulped. How in the world had the man managed to find him /again/.
"Tell him I'll be down in a minute." he answered before hanging up, not even bothering to wait for the man's reply. Logan stood and rushed toward his suitcase. Luckily for him, he had been tired enough to leave his clothing on. He dug through his case, searching for his clogs, but paused has his hand grasped onto to something hard. He pulled it out and an old photo of the Titans made him cringe. All of them were there, happy as ever. Cy was in the middle with the image of Logan's younger self sitting contentedly on his best friend's shoulder. Starfire was hovering a few feet above ground, her usually cheery smile plastered on, and Robin was in the front, his fingers making the 'live long and prosper' sign. And then there was Raven, standing off to the side and looking as beautiful as ever. Logan blushed. He tended to stay away from thoughts of Raven. As a Titan, he had come to realize that he did have feelings for her, but whatever came out of of his big green mouth always seemed to upset her in one way or another. True, they had parted on friendly terms, but, as with the other Titans and quite to his dismay, they had never seen each other again. Logan quickly placed the picture on his nearby dresser and grabbed his shoes. I'm truly dreading this... he thought as he rushed toward the elevator, And I can't see how that stupid man always finds me...
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Logan emerged in the large, intricately decorated foyer of The Rave to see his boss, Charlie Haywood, sitting in a cushy black lounge chair and flipping through People Magazine, a discomforting look on his face. "Ah, Logan." he said happily as he peered over the magazine. This quickly changed, "You're late."
Logan sighed, trying to keep his attitude in check. "Jet-lag. What more can I say?" he answered as he plopped down on an identical chair in front of him.
"I don't need excuses , Logan. I need answers." He said in his usual fast pace, scruffy voice. Logan didn't entirely despise this man, after all, he'd given him his dream job, but Charlie was an imbecile. Someone who held enough power in his pinky to change the lives of Pulse City's citizens, or at least the ones that worked for him and used it for his advantage. "So, what do you think of these 'disappearances'?" he asked, trying to get back on the subject of something he could profit from.
The changeling answered with slight difficulty, picking his words carefully. He wanted to tell at least some of the truth, but had no desire to get into the subject of his meeting with Dick. "Well, I'm not really sure what to make of it, sir." he answered
Charlie slapped his forehead, something he seemed to do quite often when he was around Logan. "Logan, how many time do we go over this. I don't pay you to ponder, I pay you to write." His short brown mustache twitched as he said this.
"How do you always manage to find me?" Logan asked, trying to change the subject, "It's like I'm bugged or something."
"Don't change the subject."
"Charlie, I really don't know what to make of this. I'm meeting with an old friend tomorrow, he should clear a few things up."
"Logan..."
"Just give me a few days and you'll have your story."
Charlie nodded gravely, "Very well, I'll give you three days. After that, your off the story and I'll put Fuller on." He stood, followed by Logan, and they shook hands. "Three days." he murmured again, before turning to leave. Logan chuckled, no matter how many times he had met with this man, he always seemed to surprise him.
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Logan glanced at his watch as he continued to fast walk his way toward Starbucks, the place that he and Dick were meeting. He was running late, as usual, and his nervousness helped very little. A number of people turned to stare as the green man made his way past, something he had learned to get used to.
The changeling entered the crowded building with exactly seventeen minutes against him. With hope to spot Dick, he made his way inside and began glancing around casually, not wanting to spark suspicion. Logan jumped as a hand rested firmly on his left shoulder. He turned to see the smiling face of Richard Grayson. Logan returned the smile and they embraced quickly.
"Long time, no see, huh, 'Logan' ?" Dick asked, his voice much deeper than Logan remembered.
"You bet." Logan couldn't help but notice the drastic change in his friends attire. Robin, like himself, had hung up the spandex for something more, a pitch black tailored suite with matching dress shoes. Robin had also allowed his hair to grow out, to his waist, in fact. It was pulled back into a ponytail, much like Logan's. The one thing that amazed Logan were the midnight blue eyes that glistened brightly, no mask to be seen.
"Shall we sit?" he asked, pointing to a table placed comfortably in the corner. Logan nodded and they headed over.
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"So, I here you've been in London the last few years." Dick stated between bites of his English muffin.
"Yea, working on some press stuff for The Pulse." he replied, as he in turn nibbled on bites of his muffin.Sadly, Starbucks seemed to be out of scones. "What've you been up to?"
"Business here and there." Dick replied, brushing a few escaping strands of his long black hair behind his ear. There was silence for a few moments before spoke again. "Okay, Logan. What's up?" he asked sternly.
"What do ya mean what's up?"
"You know what I mean. Now, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, nothin'." he replied nervously, "Just wanted to talk."
Dick sighed, "Logan, I know there's more to it than that."
"What, you think I don't want to talk?"
"You said you just /happened/ to be in neighborhood."
"Yea? So?"
"Someone you haven't seen in six years just doesn't 'happen to be in the neighborhood'."
Logan gulped, "Right... Okay, so the truth is that I've been getting worried with all of these disappearances and..."
"Was wondering if I could help." Dick finished.
"Yea, that..."
Dick sighed and took another bite of his muffin, "Sorry Logan, I'm as stumped as you."
"But that can't be!" Logan yelled, a little louder than he'd wanted to. He leaned closer, turning his voice from yell to whisper. "You're one of the richest and most influential people in the world. You've got to know more than some two-bit reporter from Virginia!"
" Logan, I wish I did, but I don't. The Titans arn't part of my life anymore, and the new Titans don't regard us a such. They're handling it on their own."
"Obviously they're not. They just vanish. No clues to why."
" Tell me Logan, why do you care so much? The reporter inside you itching for a great story?" Dick asked, eyes flashing.
"I care because lives are in danger. The Titans are disappearing and innocent people are being hurt because of it."
Dick leaned back, lost in thought. Logan sighed angrily. This was going no where. A television in the corner caught his eye. Apart form the usual disappearance story, they had a story on about one Seamus Drake, a quickly rising star in the world of politics. The man seemed nice enough. With short, platinum blond hair, crystal blue eyes, and a primped black suit he would be any woman's dream guy. Behind him was a woman, more than likely his Secretary. The woman was attractive to say the least, especially for a politician. Her deep red hair was brushed thoroughly and feel to her thighs. She was tall, skinny, yet curvy, and wore an almost skin tight black dress suite. Logan turned back quickly as Dick began to speak.
"Even if I could help, you're not expecting us to crack this thing by ourselves, are you?"
"No way." he answered, a sly grin playing at his lips. Dick took another bite of his muffin and sipped at his coffee, "That's why a propose we get the Titans back together."
At this, Dick's eyes widened and before he could stop his coffee was showering the table, "Are you insane!" he yelled.
Logan grabbed some napkins and began wiping up the mess, "No, I just think it might be good for us to, you know, see each other again."
Dick glared at him, "You are insane." he said sternly as he stood to leave. "It was nice seeing you again, Logan."
Logan stopped cleaning and watched helplessly as his friend left. With half a muffin and no hope, he stood and slowly made his way back to the hotel.
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Mesa Crazy: Aw... Poor Logan. He's yet to have his scone...
Governors: Aw... Poor Logan.
Mesa Crazy: Well, lucky for you I didn't leave a cliffy!
Governors: WOOT! Again...
Mesa Crazy: But be wary! For wherever there lies a story on the great binding of life, I shall be there to create cliffies! Bwuhahahahaha!
Random person: Wow, can you say mental institute much?
Mesa Crazy: -points at random person and gasps- Hey! Random person! You can't be here!
Random person: And why not?
Mesa Crazy: Because your no governor!
Random person: And how do I get to be 'governor' ?
Mesa Crazy: You review! -cheesy smile- But until you review... -grabs bazooka-
Random person: -twich-