The Complications Of Life
By: TTFAN
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the D.C. characters or their places.
Chapter 1- Break Through
Monday December 19, 2011.
Metropolis City Airport- 7:30 A.M.
"Ugh." Tara grunted lifting several heavy bags towards the airport. She walked towards the ticket area.
"Hi. Welcome to Metropolis City Airport. What can I do for you?" The over energetic lady behind the counter said.
'Jeez is everyone in this city that perky? No wonder Bats isn't here.' Tara thought. She had an urge to bash her over the head with an aluminum baseball bat…too many violent thoughts, leading up to her wondering how she'd gotten herself into this mess.
"Here's my passport I'm here for a trip to London." Tara said as she took out her passport and id. She had a reservation properly arranged on her laptop.
"Here you go. Just pass the metal detectors."
'Uh oh…that's not good.' Tara thought.
"Thanks." She replied taking the ticket and lugging her stuff over. She walked over to a table near the café and took a seat.
'How am I supposed to get rid off all this stuff?' Tara thought. In one of her luggages was a large arrangement of weapons, consisting of: guns, gun shells, knives, daggers, and several other books for…stuff. This was all for self defense if anything were to happen. Someone was hunting meta-humans down, mainly the heroes and their alliances. Tara was stuck in between hero and villain but she wasn't going to take any chances.
She took out her laptop, clicked a few links, then walked over to a UPS mail box, then placed a label on the luggage, before stuffing it in to the UPS box. She made sure the suitcase's code was unbreakable, also checking that an X-ray couldn't see through it, amazing what you can do with technology these days. She walked passed the metal detector with her other luggage with her clothing and other stuff.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Please empty all change and other metal objects." The male guard said as Tara observed him for a while. If there was one thing she learned in prison, always do that with cops. Her cell mates used to do that at Jump City Prison…before she was transferred to Arkham. She was the best at that game. By the looks of it the guard was a rookie here, about two or three months. Tara emptied her pockets that consisted of keys, coins, and etcetera. She walked through again.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
The guard took out a miniature metal detecting object. Somehow nothing triggered the sound, Tara walked through the metal detector again.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Excuse me ma'am but I'm going to have to search you." The guard said.
"…I'm afraid I can't let you do that." Tara said.
"Why not?"
"Cause you can't keep your eyes above the waist line."
"I don't what you're talking about miss." The guard said looking a bit embarrassed at the same time shocked.
"May I require female assistance here or will I have to give the court reasoning to bring down a corporation whose employees can't think of anything else other than having obscene fantasies with the many people that cross this very metal detector?" Tara asked annoyed as the guard picked up his radio walking-talkie and requested a female employee to come. Tara studied this new person, by the looks of it…3 years, and she hates this job… perfect.
"She's got nothing on her." The female said as Tara walked pass the machine again.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"…Must be that filling that got put in yesterday." Tara said as they took the miniature metal detector and sure enough there was a beeping noise near her mouth.
"Very well…sorry for the…incident, he's new here. You know guys." The other guard said.
"Yeah…I can tell." Tara said leaving a confused guard behind her. As soon as any other security guards were out of sight…she gave that devilish smirk of hers similar to the one she held while annihilating the Titans or so she thought at the time. She placed her luggage through the cargo line, that all ended up to the plane.
"Suckers" Tara muttered as she got on the plane. The rookie wasn't really acting like a pervert, well not before, like every criminal knows the ones who're fresh check for every mistake. Sure the ones that worked longer knew every nook and cranny but they don't always check the list twice…and sure enough Tara had a dagger secluded at the bottom part of her sneaker.
Earlier this morning…
3:00 A.M.
"It's getting worse. All these visions they're getting worse, there's something bad that's coming and we need them to stop it. The League might not be enough." A lavender haired woman spoke into the phone. Unbeknownst to her two blue eyes were shown though the darkness that hid her.
"What do you mean that they hate your guts? Just because of the whole incident with Tara doesn't mean they can't forgive and forget. We've saved the world once, we can do it again…ok…I understand. I'll call you if any thing's wrong." Raven said slamming the phone. She turned towards the hidden figure.
"How much did you hear?" Raven asked as the blue-eyed figure stepped out of the shadows.
"Gee. I don't know. How bout everything? What have you been hiding?" Tara asked narrowing her eyes.
"Fine…there's something bad that's going to happen…something really bad. We need the Titans…including you."
"Hell no, you know I hate Bird-boy's guts. No way am I going to trust him, not now not ever."
"The fate of the world depends on it." Raven said in her monotone.
"The fate can kiss my ass."
"You can clear your record."
"…Ask yourself this Raven did I actually care?"
"You don't have to trust him, just work with him. Either way if the world is destroyed that includes everything in it, you, me, Jane and other millions of innocent lives." Raven said.
"What do I have to do?" Tara asked.
Present Time
4:00 P.M.
Tara stared out the window gazing at the clouds. Of all the people why did she have to find him first?
'Cause Little Ms. Roth wants to torture me, fine I'll play her game, for the moment.' Tara thought as the plane landed. The plane landed as she got off and grabbed her luggage. She took a bus to a nearby hotel where her other luggage full of weapons were stashed.
"I'm here to pick up luggage…203." She said at the counter after checking in. She quickly 'unpacked' as soon as she got to her room. By 'unpacking' she meant: dump a luggage in one area and dig through it later. She placed a 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on her door knob before exiting. She took another bus and walked towards the studio.
"I'm here to see Garfield Logan." Tara said to the security guard.
"No can do ma'am. No trespassers." The fat security guard said.
"Figured you'd say that…How bout a little game…"
"Ma'am, you are not allowed to enter the premises for any known reason if you're not doing work on the set."
"I'm not." Tara replied.
'I'm not… Not yet of course.' Tara thought.
"I just want to play…a game, if you may." Tara said the guard seeing no harm in a puny little woman compared to his size…
"Alright. What's the game?" The guard asked as Tara smirked
"It's called Winner Take All. I'll give you something and you give me something. First one to swipe their belongings first wins." Tara said, she was the best at this game in Arkham, and she was against all the other insane people there, she almost lost it in that wretched place. She tried not to think about that. The guard took out a twenty pound bill (this is England), while Tara handed him her walkman.
"3…2…1." Tara said as the both objects appeared in her hand.
"Whoops, too slow." Tara said. While the guard was distracted by the game, she also jacked something that would come in handy…his radio transmitter.
'Seriously low security here sucks major ass. That was way too easy.' Tara thought.
"Well I played your game…now get out of here." The guard said obviously angry that he lost.
"Sorry, I can't do that." Tara said eying the wooden line that rose when cars were supposed to pass.
"Give me one reason why I can't call reinforcements now."
"Cause you're out of luck." She said before kicking the line, it snapped in half as she made a run for it. The guard frantically looked for his radio transmitter, soon realizing he didn't have it, started to chase after her. Tara stopped, looked behind at the obese guard running after her, using her powers she made a little rocky stub come out of the guard as the guard tripped and attempted to get up.
"Way to easy." Tara said, an evil grin plastered on her face, she took one last look at the guard before running over to a trailer marked Logan. She knocked on it.
"Hang on, John. I'm almost done." A muffled voice said from behind the trailer.
"I don't have time for this." She muttered. Plan was: Knock Logan out then drag his unconscious body back to Gotham. She kicked the door open.
"I said I wasn't done yet, just give me a few more minutes." Gar said as she approached him, his back was to her.
"So, you don't have time for me?" Tara asked as Gar spun around. She studied his physical features. He lost the green color in his skin but still had that tooth sticking out and his green hair. He actually looked, dare she'd say it…handsome. His face wasn't as round as the last time she saw him but that was a long time ago…
'Heck Raven wasn't kidding when she said good movie star looks. Might've even been a Brad Pitt with green hair.' Tara thought.
"Terra?" He asked softly, his tone changing from aggravation to shock.
"Who'd you think Logan, the Easter Bunny? In case you haven't noticed its still December." Tara said folding her arms over her chest. He slowly walked towards her as if trying to grasp the fact that she was here in front of him. As soon as he was close enough, he reached his hand out and gently touched her cheek, she flinched.
"God…Terra what happened to you?" Gar asked.
"I grew up." Tara replied not shifting her cold stare.
"Do you still-"
"Yes and I hate you with a great intensity."
"But why are you-"
"Raven set me up to it."
"Didn't you-"
"Yes, but you know the saying you scratch my back I scratch yours."
"How did she-"
"She managed to get me out of Arkham." Tara said completely answering all his questions. She knew what he was going to ask. It was too…obvious, just typical Logan.
"Look…I'm really sorry for-"
"Save it."
"Just hear me out. I'm really sorry for…doing that to you. I was drunk and I-"
"Acted like an idiot? Made one sided love with me? Took advantage of me when I wasn't sober? That sums it all up Logan. You weren't drunk when it happened, I was. It took me a while to figure out how obsessed you were with me, but I know the truth, it was written all over your face after that morning. How could I have been so stupid to actually think that you of all people would do by accident?"
"But I did, it was a stupid mistake. Please just believe me."
"Another thing I learned in Arkham, trust no one."
"Why are you here?" Gar asked, deciding to change the subject.
"I said it before, Raven needs your help."
"Why didn't she just send me a letter?"
"Cause your job means everything to you. Only way to counter that was with something else." Tara said as a knocking sound was on the door.
"Open it." Tara said, more like commanded. Gar walked over and opened to door. A black haired middle aged man walked up the stairs.
"You're due in a minute." The man said Tara presumed to be John. Tara pushed pass him walked towards the exit of the trailer.
"Wait. Will I get see you again?" Gar asked.
"I'll come to you, not the other way around." Tara said stealing one last glance at him before exiting.
"New girlfriend?" John asked.
"No…just an old acquaintance." Gar replied before running after her, he wasn't going to lose her again...
Tara tried remembering where the exit was…trying to avoid any security guards. She already crushed the radio transmitter, but the word spreads out quick 'round these places.
'Didn't know the stupid fat ass could run' she scolded herself for being so careless.
"Damn it, where's Clair? She's supposed to be here an hour ago, she knows how important this scene is. It's the last part." John said nearly pulling out all his hair, he picked up his cell phone, nodded, and then held a larger look of distress on his face. Gar ran towards him.
"What's wrong dude?" Gar asked.
"Clair's down with a cold and she can't do the scene, not to mention the premiere is tomorrow. Where are we going to find a replacement actor who can place the greatest amount of emotion in each line?" John asked. Gar walked over to Tara's hiding place.
'Oh, for the love of shit' Tara thought as she was about to be discovered by one of the people she hated most. She cursed herself again about forgetting that Vegetable boy over there could change into animals, some of the ones that can see heat. A green rattlesnake slid near her leg than changed back into a young man.
"Terra I need your help." He said to her.
"Yeah…and I need you to go to hell." She said walking away from him.
"You're being hunted down by security, I've heard and I can get you out of it." Gar said quickly grabbing her wrist.
"I don't need your help. Sides why not smash everyone with a boulder?" Tara said with malice in her voice.
"You don't want to do that." Gar said, apparently he didn't realize how much she'd changed.
"Just about, as much as I didn't want to do this." Tara said before slapping him on the face, with such a force his head turned.
"And I really wanted to do that." She said before turning to leave, once again she felt that hand on her shoulder.
"Then in that case I won't be coming to with you to visit Raven for what ever reason." Gar said.
"You're in no position to make threats." Tara replied glaring at him.
"Am I? My entire career depends on this." Gar said.
"And your entire career can kiss my ass you fucking asshole." Tara said as Gar stared at her, trying to decipher who this person was, as if she was a stranger to him.
"And so can what ever happens to the world." Gar said knowing that Raven wouldn't EVER ask for Terra's help if it wasn't important.
"In case you haven't noticed, out of all of us you're one of the weakest, you have no hand to hand combat skills and your IQ is possibly lower than that of a peanut. If it wasn't for the others Robin would've booted you off the team as soon as he could. You're a pathetic weakling and that's all you'd ever be, making mistakes on every mission…heck I don't even know what I saw in you." Tara said turning to leave again. Gar just froze, not only because it hit him where it hurt, but because most of it was true. Then again, he began to question himself, what did Terra used to see in him?
"You're wrong. I might not be the strongest or smartest, but I can talk to people…I can understand them…In case you haven't noticed. I was always a shoulder to lean on. If something went wrong, I'd always be there for them…just like I was there for you." Gar said. Tara started breathing heavily as if on the verge of tears. She couldn't shed the tears she that once slid down her face, like love, she forgot what it was like to cry. Even if she could she wouldn't. Slade told her it was a sign of weakness, it was a sign you were powerless, hopeless in a situation, and Gar was the last person she wanted to look powerless in front of.
"You're a liar…that's all you'd ever be. Everyone calls me a traitor but they haven't heard my side of the story. You lied to me at the carnival. You'd say you'd always be my friend, to be there for me. You turned your back on me, so what if I was an over passive weakling back then. I've learned the hard way that if you trust someone they'd end up turning your back on you. I have three people to prove that theory, Slade, Robin, and most of all you." Tara said glaring daggers at him.
"Please…when had I've ever asked you something this important?"
"When you asked me a stay another night at Titans Tower. I shouldn't have gotten too close, too… attached. That was my downfall."
"I'll go with you. Please just help me with this last scene." Gar said.
"Your constant bickering is pitiable…you'll go without hesitation?" Tara asked.
"I promise only unless you do the same." Gar replied.
"Let's get this over with…but if you lie-"
"I know I know I'm dead."
"No. You're going to wish you were dead by the time I'm through with you." Tara said. She took the script and skimmed through it. She abruptly stopped.
"You have got to be kidding me. You dim-witted pervert." Tara said rolling up the script and smacking him on the head.
"I have to…with you?" Tara asked in disbelief rereading the script.
"Don't ask…you still promised." Gar said.
"Promises are made to be broken…and I don't recall mentioning I promised." Tara said as silver glint caught her eye, she quickly dodged it, but it flew back at her, it snapped into place on her arm. On her arm was a wrist band, not just any kind though. Tara knew what it was, she'd seen it a million times at the Arkham Asylum, it a power numbing device. She could tell it was turned on since she felt a few volts course throught her veins when she attempted to create an earthquake. Powers or not it'd still shock you even if you didn't do as you were told, that's how they kept control at Arkham, that's why she hated that place.
"Is this how you get a few extras? Forcing them to work for you? You sick assholes, I guess I should show you what happens when you mess with me, first hand." Tara said lunging forward about to strange John. Several security guards jumped her. She dodged one, and then kicked another in the head. She punched one in the jaw and made a run for it. She was close to the entrance still looking for anything useful a rusted pipe, a broken glass bottle, anything. She heard the swift movement, slicing the air before she felt a pain in her shoulder.
"What…did you…do?" Tara asked gripping her shoulder, she saw needle's contents empty it's self into her system as she began to sway back and forth, starting to feel…very, very sleepy.
"I promise I'll go with you as soon as this is over…I'm sorry." Gar said as Tara placed her hand on a wall using it as a support, trying to fight the drowsiness that began to cloud her mind…she soon fell into Gar's arms as sleep welcomed her.
5:00 P.M.
"Damn Logan." Tara muttered waking up and rubbing her head, it was still pounding. She looked down at herself.
"Stupid fucker" She thought out loud as she was now wearing white gloves as well as a dress. Her arm still had the power numbing device on.
"He is so going to die." Tara muttered getting up.
"You ready?" Gar said he was in a tuxedo and he had a light brownish hair color.
"No. Personally I never agreed to this."
"Please just once. I'll never ask you anything this important in life again."
"Liar" Tara muttered under her breath.
"I'm only asking you one thing…please? Don't make me do the face." Gar said changing into a kitten and doing what he used to call 'the face'. Even with all the adorable cuteness in one animal, this had no effect on her.
"Let's just get this over with. I have more important matters to tend to." Tara said skimming over the script again.
"Man what a stupid movie. You lie to her twice and she still comes crawling back to you. No one's going to watch this and even if they do they'll give you the lowest ratings." Tara said.
"Actually loads of fan girls watch this cause of me." Gar said raising his eyebrows. Tara was about to reply with a clever comment but…
"Ok in your places scene 9 take one." The director yelled snapping the scene marker.
"I'm sorry I've hurt you…it was all a mistake. You've forgiven me but I don't feel like I deserve you. Amy are you sure you want to do this?" 'Brad', Gar's character said.
"I've been waiting for this all my life. I want you to know that I can't stop thinking about you. We've been through some rough times but we got over them." 'Amy', Tara's character said. Tara couldn'tstop her eye fromtwitching since it was so…sappy, cheesy, and way too desperate.
"Cut." The director said.
"What the hell now?" Tara asked a small invisible fume coming from her head.
"Please stop twitching." The director squeaked.
"This is too sappy and unrealistic. You make this person sound like a desperate housewife." Tara said. (A.N. I don't own the Desperate Housewife series either).
"Just say it. Places! Scene 9 take two."
"I've been waiting for this all my life. I want you to know that I can't stop thinking about you. We've been through some rough times but we got over them. Ever since I met you I've always wanted to be with you… I love you." she was hesitant before saying the last three words. They thought she was making a dramatic effect. Truth was she never thought she'd be saying that again. It was hard for her to say it but she did anyway. 'Brad' walked down the aisle and soon some old guy escorted 'Amy' down. The preacher said what he had to, but all Tara heard was blah, blah blah, blah.
"Amy Fisher?" The preacher said snapping Tara out of her reverie.
"Do you take Brad Cunningham to be your beloved husband?" The preacher asked.
"I do." She said.
"And Brad Cunningham do you take Amy Fisher to be your beloved bride?"
"I do." 'Brad' said slipping a silver ring on her marriage finger.
"You may kiss the bride." The preacher said. In a swift motion he had his arm around her waist and passionately kissed her, slowly slipping his tongue in her open mouth, she was caught off guard.
"Cut and that's a wrap." The director said as Gar let go of her. Tara felt like her mind was mashed up and stuck into a blender. How he held her…she never wanted him to let go.
"That was…beautiful. So much emotion, this is going to be a hit. Great work Gar and…"
"Terra" Gar answered for her. Soon crew left, leaving Tara and Gar alone. Tara took the ring off and tossed it.
"Pervert" Tara said taking her glove off and slapping him with it.
"What's that for?" Gar asked.
"You didn't have to stick your tongue in my mouth. Don't you ever use mouth wash?" She asked glaring at him.
"Hey at least the scene was good we only had to redo it once besides…I know you liked it." Gar said smirking and for once in about seven years a reddish glow spread over her cheeks, she was blushing.
"Right, making out with a jerk that used a sedative on me, so he could get me in a dress you asshole and… wait a sec, am I wearing anything under this?" Tara asked nervously, this time Gar was blushing.
"Uh…yeah. We just slipped the dress over you…did you think that we'd…I…" Gar stammered as Tara slipped out of the dress, she still had her T-shirt and jeans underneath.
"We'll catch the plane to Gotham this evening. There we'll meet up with Raven." Tara said before spitting on the floor.
"Come on it wasn't that bad."
"You try kissing a tofu eating vegetable."
"Hey!" Gar said as Tara ignored him and walked towards the exit of the set.
7:00 P.M.
"Man so tired." Tara said jumping on the bed, still in her bath robe, she got to the hotel a little…ok A LOT later than she expected, they finished sight seeing at around 6 it took her a while to get back at the hotel and shower.
She already mailed her weapon luggage back to her apartment in Metropolis. She was taking college courses on the internet and Raven suggested she stay in another place, since Jane could cause some unneeded stress. So far her vacation nearly ended. It was at least five months since she exited Arkham.
"Man I am never going sight seeing with Logan again." She said lying on the bed not opening her eyes. Garfield…Beast boy…that name reentered her thoughts. Why was she thinking about him again?
"Damn that lying piece of shit." Tara mumbled, shifting her position so she lied on her stomach. What was she supposed to say? Damn him for looking so hot? She went over to her luggage and pulled out a photo album. On the first page was a black and white group picture of the Teen Titans. She traced the outline of his face before closing the book.
"Get a hold over yourself Markov." She said to herself before glancing at her watch. 7:03 P.M.
"So much for a break." She said putting on her under garments and shirt. She heard her watch beep while putting her jeans on, tripped and landed on her face.
"Ouch…stupid watch." She said as the beeping ended.
She managed to take a bus, sneak pass security and get into Gar's trailer again.
'Jerk…he knows we have to go tonight but what does he do? Sleep on his ass all day.'
"Wake up." She said nudging him with her foot a few times. Then she kicked him…hard…in the gut. Gar snorted then acted as if nothing happened to him.
"Ladies please…you'll all get to take your picture with me." Gar mumbled while drooling. Tara cringed and stepped back to avoid the drool leaking down his mouth, it was like he left the faucet on. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about how disgusting this was and stepped over the stream of drool, she yanked the pillow away from his head, his head fell on something. She carefully lifted his head and glance at it. It was a line of photos they took at the carnival. She was almost…touched, keyword here boys and girls, almost.
"LOGAN!" She yelled as he woke up.
"Huh?" Gar mumbled getting up he saw the photo strip in her hands.
"Uh…I can explain." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Obsessive pervert…hurry up." She said placing her hand to her head. The flood of emotions all at once was giving her a migraine.
"You ok?"
"I'm fine…just a small headache."
"Are you sure?"
"I'M FINE." She said sternly placing the photos on the counter.
"Well I got everything packed…let's go."
"Do you not shower?" Tara asked.
"I did earlier today." Gar replied as they both walked out of the trailer…There was a flash before Tara blinked.
"Mr. Logan, how do you feel about completing your latest movie?" asked a reporter.
"Do you have any plans for the future?" another asked.
"Are you having an affair with this woman next to you?"
In front of them were millions of reporters and fans… Tara twitched…if there was one thing she hated it was cops another…reporters, there in front of them were thousands.
"Uh…I'll answer your questions one at a time…" Gar said to the crowd.
"Uh…how about you first?" Gar asked pointing to a reporter.
"How do you feel about your new film?"
"Well…I guess I'm glad I got it done." Gar said rubbing the back of his neck. Tara pulled him back into the trailer, slamming the door on the rabid reporters.
"The plane leaves in thirty minutes. We don't have time for this." Tara said glaring at him.
"We?" Gar asked smirking.
"Argh. We have to get out of here. Heck why am I worrying…just a little fault line…" Tara muttered smirking thinking about all the reporters falling into the dark abyss.
"Terra…we can't do that."
"There's no we in life, got it? The only reason I'm here's because Raven asked me to." Tara said glancing out the window. Gar watched in horror as her eyes turned a deadly shade of yellow as the ground shook. Before she was able to recreate the Grand Canyon she was pushed down on his bed. This was an awkward position, since Gar's face was now half an inch from hers. Even most awkward he was on top…of her.
"Damn it Logan, get off of me." Tara said breathlessly since his body weight was nearly cutting off her circulation.
"No. I'm not going to let you kill innocent people." Gar said, both didn't realize the position they were in.
"I wasn't going to kill them…yet." Tara mumbled the last part.
"Someone could've gotten hurt. You've changed-"
"No shit Sherlock, took you long enough." Tara said.
"What happened to you? You used to be different than this. You're just like Slade now aren't you?"
"Don't you ever compare me to him." Tara said glaring at him.
"Truth hurts doesn't it? You've turned into the one person I never thought you could be." Gar said.
"Get off of me."
"No."
"Logan, I'm not afraid to murder and you know it. Get off of me or I'll end your pathetic life."
"Well go ahead." Gar said as Tara looked into his emerald eyes, she wasn't sure of the emotions they held, was it pity? Regret? Hatred? All Three?
"What are you waiting for?" Gar asked grabbing a knife from the nearby counter he opened her clenched fist, and dropped the handle on her open palm.
"There's nothing left to stop you."
"Garfield…I…" Tara wasn't sure what to say. Gar cocked an eyebrow as she dropped the knife. This was the first time since her visit that she called him by his first name. He slowly moved his hand up and rested the palm of his hand on her cheek, she let him.
"I can help you forget… You just have to trust me." He said as she lifted her gaze to look him directly in the eyes, it was captivating.
"I don't know how." She replied softly.
"I can teach you." He said as his other arm slid around her waist pulling her closer to him, if possible. Tara felt his body heat radiating from him and his warm breath against her neck. As she closed her eyes and leaned forward, he did the same. Her mind was telling her this was wrong, but why did it feel so right?
There was a flood of emotions, a bit of happiness, regret for everything she did, lust, and love…she told herself she'd have to think about that last one later. They just zoned out, both in their little worlds next…they were bombarded with flashing camera lights. There were millions of reporters asking questions, leaving the two to wonder how they all got in here. Tara pushed Gar off her and clenched her fist.
"What are you doing?" Gar whispered.
"Getting us out of here" Tara replied as her eyes turned a bright yellow and a rock broke a hole through the trailer.
"Whoops…" Tara said rubbing the back of her neck, she grabbed his hand and suitcase as she jumped on the rock and levitated it far from the set, soon lowering it to her hotel to grab her luggage and check out.
"And that all could've been avoided if you just let me cause a little quake" Tara mused.
"That's definitely going to make front page of the paper." Gar said.
"What we did today…never happened." Tara said ignoring the comment, seemingly returning to her cold state.
The Airport (I don't know any places in London) - 9:00 P.M.
"Two tickets to Gotham, please." Gar said taking out his credit card.
"Isn't that sweet, on your honeymoon?" The lady behind the counter asked as Tara narrowed her eyes. If looks could kill that lady behind the counter would've breeched through the many layers of the Earth's core than be burned to a crisp.
"Actually were just...co-workers."
"Oh sorry, my mistake, here are your tickets." The lady said as they walked away. They walked through the metal detector with out a problem….probably since Tara 'accidentally' caused a short tremor below it, crashing the object. The guards used the miniature metal detector and once again she used the excuse of filling. They soon boarded the plane.
"You know, Terra you really should lighten up."
"And you really should stop being an annoying pervert." She said lying back on the chair drifting off into a deep sleep.
10:00 P.M.
"Not now Jane…ask Raven to take you to school." Tara mumbled as Gar shook her a little.
"Who's Jane?" Gar thought out loud.
"Waiter's here T." Gar said as Tara slowly opened her eyes.
"You look peaceful when you sleep." Gar said blushing. Tara shot him an awkward look.
"You were really that bored weren't you?"
"Yup. So are you hungry?" Gar asked.
"Starved." Tara replied opening then staring intently at her laptop.
"What will the lovely couple be having?" A waiter asked as Tara practically slammed her index finger on the 'Enter' key.
"We're not a couple, just co-workers." Tara replied gritting her teeth, she was sick of all this junk and the thought of her going soft today wasn't making it any better.
"Heh. Sorry bout that, she just had a bad day. I'll have some mashed potatoes, a veggie burger, and a diet Pepsi." Gar said a little nervously.
"And her?" The waiter asked.
"She'll have the same." Gar said as the waiter walked away, Tara seemed to be staring intently at the computer screen.
"Whatcha working on?" Gar asked snapping her out of her trance.
"Stuff" She replied starting to type faster.
"What kind of stuff?" Gar asked, he just didn't know when to quit.
"Birth certificates" Tara replied.
"Why?" Gar asked again.
"Look, I'm busy now and I really, really don't need you breathing down my neck. If you're really so bored watch television" Tara said. After a few more minutes she released a sigh of relief.
"Terra" Gar said
"What?" She asked extremely aggravated.
"What happened to the girl I used to know?"
"Long story made short, I grew out of it." Tara said clicking on another link. It was a newspaper article printed a few years ago. 'Red X Friend or Foe?'
"There's more to that, I know it. How bout a deal, I'll answer you're questions…if you have any, and you'll answer mine. Deal?" Gar asked. Tara thought about this for a while, then…
"Deal" She said.
"Ok, what happened in Arkham?" Gar asked.
"Shared a room with two other roommates Pamela Lillian Isley (Poison Ivy) and Harleen Quinzelle (Harley Quinn), nice people actually…did some community service… and everything else is…confidential."
"Is that all I'm going to get out of you?"
"Yes…that was two questions-"
"That doesn't count!"
"Yes it does…I've got a question too Logan. Why did the Titans disband?" Tara asked shutting off her laptop.
"I…it was all my fault… After you got sent to Prison I argued a lot with the others, mainly Rob and Cy. I eventually left figuring I'd do better on my own…but I got my butt kicked…a lot. Some guy eventually found me and gave me a contract on acting. I started off with comedy then drama. A few years later I found out that Cy left to finish up his dad's business … I wasn't there to hold him back so he just went with it, Robin left after Cy did then Raven and Star just kind of got out of it. I know where Cy and Star are. There's this new group called the New Teen Titans, they're kind of teaching the younger generation…" Gar said fiddling with his thumbs a lot.
"Figures" Tara mumbled staring at the dark sky.
"What?" Gar asked.
"Did you honestly think the Titans would last? People grow up, things change." Tara said.
"You still have one more question." Gar said.
"I've heard you're dating someone. Why did you kiss me?" Tara asked.
"I…you started it." Gar said.
"You didn't oppose, you actually continued it." Tara said shifting her gaze from the window to him.
"I was…caught up in the moment." Gar said.
"Uh-huh. Old Actor's excuse." Tara muttered.
"So…who's Jane?" Gar asked.
"How did you-"
"I heard you mumbling something about her when you were sleeping. So who is she?" Gar asked.
"She's my…good…friend." Tara said, it was partly true and she wasn't completely lying.
'I'll have to tell him eventually…but not now…' She thought to herself as the food arrived, both quickly finished it.
"You seem troubled…something wrong?" Gar asked.
"No. Nothings wrong." Tara replied.
"Cause if there's something bothering you can just talk it out. I can help you…if you just let me." Gar said persistently.
"I told you, I'm fine." Tara lied.
'Of course nothing's fine, everything's wrong. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have even gotten out in the first place. What ever it is that Raven's being freaked out about…I've just got this bad feeling. Somehow it has to do with Slade, everything does. I know I might be paranoid but I can feel it.' She thought to herself.
Meanwhile at the Arkham Asylum
"We've got a security breech." A cop yelled into his radio transmitter.
"Who the hell is it this time?" Officer Harvey Bullock, the fat, long time detective asked as him and GCPD (Gotham City Police Department) were standing outside ready to fire at will.
"We're not sure sir. She calls herself the Ravager." The officer said.
"What's the freak doing this for?" Bullock asked.
"S-She's broken into Cell 325." The officer squeaked.
"Shit, we're going in." Bullock said as he and several other elite officers barged in. The room was nearly empty, though the smell of flesh and blood clouded the area. They put on their face masks and began to search the area. Blood was splattered among the walls with several dead security guards here and there. Other than that the prisoners were still in their cells, some frozen from shock. A teenager did what any of them couldn't. Broke into the Arkham Asylum, slaughter all the guards, disable all the security system, and freed the most deadly mercenary in the world…
Author's Note (A.N.) -For starters I just want to say I'm sorry for not reviewing for a while. School work and group projects are piling up. Even though no one's reviewing there are readers out there,I've noticed. I'm kind of in a trash can and I need to sort a few things out. Any consrtuctive critism is welcome, just click the little button on the bottom left of the page.I'll probably bring in Nightwing and the others in the next chap. If you're wondering why Gar refers to Tara as her Titan name that just sort of explains he doesn't know her too well, as for his behavior in this chap...wellhe can be a dumb ass a bit and I'm not going to hesitate to point it out. The characters might be a little OCCish, but I wouldn't know, I'm typing it (I can't really tell)and I'll explain a few events that will lead up to why they're like this.