Titans Together
By CrazyDeafGirl
Summary: This is a collection of one-shots concerning different possible futures and/or alternative universes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans or the title ("Titans together" was the motto of the New Teen Titans, year 1980) but I do own the contents of this collection.
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Legends Never Die
A quiet buzzing sounded throughout the sprawling city, so quiet it's a wonder that it was heard at all. Almost immediately, people floored out of the buildings. Some went to benches, waiting for the buses. Others went to their cars, while some simply walked home. As the hovercrafts, each hovering at roughly a feet high, zoomed towards their destination, nobody noticed the hunching figure upon the tallest building.
Nobody… except one. The person sat in the ancient hovercraft, watching the sitting figure. Running a hand over the screen set next to the wheel, the person didn't even flinch when the engine sputtered, sounding horrible as the car rumbled. The craft belched out light blue gas as it slowly puttered away.
After the ancient hovercraft had brought its passenger home, the figure stood. He stretched, grimacing slightly as the spine popped in three different places. Sighing, he glanced to the west, watching as the blood-red sun disappeared below the horizon, marking the birth of the night. Looking up at the silvery moon, he breathed deeply, stepping nearer to the edge. Smiling slightly, he leapt into the space beyond.
Falling, his face was a mask of pure calmness as he watched the windows flashed by. After counting at least forty floors, he reached into his belt and pulled out a gun. Aiming, he pulled the trigger. Instead of a bullet, a grappling hook shot out, striking the side of a nearby building. He held on tight as the rope pulled taut, causing him to swoop in a low arc before falling up.
Pressing a button, the gun released the rope and he fell again, aiming at another building. Another grappling hook shot out. The process continued for at least several buildings before he decided he's had enough. Swinging on the eighth wire, he waited until he's at the highest peak possible before letting go. Landing smoothly on the roof of the chapel, he stood up, scanning the brightly lighted streets below him.
His tattered clothes ruffled as a breeze tickled him. He gently touched the torn mask covering his eyes before turning, staring at a star. After a while, he lowered his gaze, locking into a figure far away. This person, the long jagged cloth waving in the breeze, looking forbidden and dark, stood absolutely still, more still than life.
He smiled. She's here, he thought. She is watching over them, the people. As he watched her, the cloak finally unfurled fully, stretching out. A giant bird formed out of the cloak, fluttering in the wind. The beaten hood, the shape of a bird beak, moved as she looked right, glancing at him. They stood still, silent. Then he stepped closer to the edge, ready to leapt. She moved her cowl-covered head, peering at the lives below.
Taking off through the streets, his heart did flops, backwards flops, twirls, busy dancing. Grinning, he let loose a whoop, purely giddy. Seeing another person with equally torn and battered clothes, he fell up high before somersaulting upon another roof.
The person shook his head at the first boy's showing off. He chuckled, green eyes shining brightly. The first boy smiled and nodded before running, jumping off the roof and falling. The second boy absently fingered his dented belt as the boy shot out a rope, swinging in a lazy arc.
Laughing, he let loose a yell worthy of Tarzan himself. Grinning, he wondered if there are any trees around for him to slam into, providing himself worthy of George's name. Falling in another long, lazy arc, he decided he should stop, at least for a while, to slow down his heart.
Landing like a bird, his eyebrows rose slightly as he saw a figure with long hair and battered clothes standing on an edge. She glanced behind her, and smiled upon seeing him. He watched as she turned her head, dutifully overseeing the busy people in the streets. She's busy, he thought, so he jogged towards yet another edge, whooping as he threw himself off, falling.
She smiled softly as she watched him swing away, returning to the people. He swung on, wishing that the night could last forever, but as he neared the bay, he saw one more person, the blue circuits glowing dimly. Landing atop the bank's roof, he grinned as the other boy glanced up.
Nodding, the boy looked back down as the first boy strode on, amused at how the blue circuits made the boy looked blue instead of silver and grey. Not paying attention to where he's going, he stepped off the roof.
Shooting out yet another grappling hook, he felt the wire pulled taut as he loomed over the people's heads, hearing their exclamations of surprise. Feeling the bubbling need to laugh, he grinned as he swooped on, startling people and weaving between the cars. Deciding he better stop the slightly dangerous feats, he pulled himself up higher, swinging toward the dark sea.
Seeing the island, he smiled, eager to arrive to home. Already, he's seeing himself in the T-shaped tower, relaxing. Falling up in one last swing, his heart swelled as he begun to fall. He'll be home soon.
The ancient hovercraft moaned as the driver watched him falling through the air. The hand tossed out some papers before returning to the wheel. The car limped on as a breeze blew again, ruffling the papers. Another hand reached out, gripping the tossing papers. Glancing at the headlines, the astounded boy looked up, ignoring his friends' questions.
"It's true… the Teen Titans… they never died." One of the girls shook her head, confused. The Teen Titans had died hundreds of years ago, she said. But the boy whispered, no, they didn't die. One generation at a time, yes, but there are always a Teen Titans. The Teen Titans had dutifully passed on their burdens to the next one, on and on. The people still have hope, the boy explained, for the legends never die.
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Sorry if it seems a little confusing… basically, it's year 3000 or something like that… yeah…
Wanna guess who they are? The boy that's swinging like Spiderman and the others he visited? And wanna guess who the boy that read the newspapers?
I got this idea while reading some of my Teen Titans comic books, and I am sorry if somebody else have a similar idea, but I somehow doubt it…
I think.
Anyway, please review or flame!