Nightwing and Cyborg leaned over and comforted the Tamaranian.
Nightwing whispered softly to her. "There's nothing we could have done. Everything was out of our control the moment Beastboy was taken. We just have to remember the good times. Back when he was our friend,"
A scream of frustration sounded behind them. "You're all making me sick! We haven't even done anything and you're all giving up. He's a Titan. We have to do something!"
Nightwing stood up. "He hates us. There's nothing we can do. Not now."
"We don't give up on our teammates. You guys taught me that. We never give up on them."
Cyborg turned to look at him. "Do you want to know who taught us that? Beastboy did. Even after we were betrayed by one of our own, Beastboy convinced us that we had to try and get her back. That we had to help her. We didn't give up on Beastboy. He gave up on us."
Armstrong shook his head. "He's right, you really are pathetic. I'm gonna go catch a movie. I can't deal with you right now." The gold design that was built into the black rubber of his suit shifted as he walked. He stopped to grab a heavy trench coat and a pair of sunglasses to keep his identity as a Titan from the public. He walked through the tower and stared out at the bay once he'd walked through the entrance hall.
He started charging energy into his arm and punched the ground. He went rocketing into the sky and used another punch to land safely on the shore of Jump City.
"Interesting way to travel. You could get hurt doing that. You should be careful."
"What's it matter to you? I thought you hated the Titans."
"You aren't like them. I've been watching you. You aren't like those losers I once called my friends."
"The Titans aren't losers and they're not friends. They're family. A family you abandoned!"
The next thing he knew he was being slammed to the ground. The hand around his throat tightened. The silver mask reflected the sun into his face. "I was left to be tortured. They abandoned me when they were my only hope. What kind of family is that? Keep this in mind, you see a lot more clearly when you've had an eye ripped from your head while you were still awake. When you've had every good memory warped and twisted till you don't even know who you are anymore. It took three years before I found even the slightest bit of peace. You don't have any right to judge me." The hand released him and was drawn back into the confines of the cloak. "I tried to warn you. You chose to trust them. I hope you can live with the consequences of your choice. They were always there, and we always helped each other. At least until I went through something. When I turned into the beast, they were going to throw me in jail. No benefit of the doubt. That was a long time before any of the rest of it. When they're in trouble, you help them out. Just wait until your turn comes. You'll see that they can never be your friends."
Feral started to walk away. He suddenly ducked as the glowing fist brushed past his head. His leg shot out and swept Armstrong from his feet. "I guess I was wrong. You are one of them." Feral's voice held such malice that Armstrong's body stopped moving. "Do you know what the original Titans were? They were the parents of the Greek gods. They were incredibly powerful, and they cared only for themselves. They were defeated by the very things they had created. Now these Titans will be destroyed by what they helped to create. Me."
"They still have your stuff."
"Stop trying, I've already told you. That person is dead."
"Screw your pride. Talk to them."
Feral spun around and ripped his mask off. "You think this is about pride, or even vengeance. It's not. I had to leave that behind. Anger is not something I can afford."
"They were your..."
"THEY WEREN'T! If they were, I wouldn't be like this. A monster, I have to hide my face every day. Anyone who sees it runs. I had nothing. But with this face, I've struck terror in even the most hardened criminals. The only way I can go out into the world is if I wear this mask. Do you know what it's like to have anyone who looks at you run away in terror, to have children scare each other with stories about you, for parents to drag their children across the street like you'll attack them? Of course you don't, and you want to know what makes it worse? It all happened, because I did the right thing. Because I used my powers to help people and that pissed off some psycho."
"Why do you blame everything on them? They weren't at fault, for what happened. They were your friends, and they looked everywhere for you. They failed, and you got hurt because of that. You think that they don't care, but they do. They're sitting up there watching home movies. Remembering the good times. Why can't you forgive them. They failed, but that doesn't mean they don't care."
"It only took hours for us to find Robin when he went missing. No clues, no leads. And he's the detective. The only way they couldn't find me is if they weren't looking. I wasn't even a mile away from the tower. You can see the place where I was held from the LIVING ROOM!"
Feral walked away while Armstrong glared at him.