Hola ya'll. This is my new story. For those who read my stories. I usually ask for 5 revies before I start another chapter. The first 8 chapters will introduce characters and we'll go from there.
Pairings are as follows:
RobxStar
TerraxBBxRae
CyxBee
KFxJinx
Plot Summary- When the world's worst, old and new, create a crime wave in Gotham, chaos insues. The Titans, long retired,are too old to do much, but their children aren't.But when Robin's children don't getthe leadership position, trouble brews. And family secrets are about to be revealed. Are the new Titans really ready?
Judeka'i Galfor Grayson
Caliber
"Jude, I'm concerned about your performance in class lately." Dr. Ennis searched my eyes, her brown ones filled with worry. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and brushed my hair from my eyes.
"You seem listless, exhausted, unable to concentrate. And how you snapped at Karen today…"
If she hadn'tused the scalpelso haphazardly; she's so inept. Would've thought she was trying to decapitate it instead of perform a simple thorax procedure, I thought. "I just haven't slept in awhile, ma'am."
She looked at me, searching through my eyes and then looked down. Her wrinkled face was weathered and her grey hair was slapped messily into a bun. She didn't look too hot either.
"Is there something going on at home?"
"No, ma'am."
She hesitated. "You're a smart boy, Jude. If you keep on like this, your grades might start to slip. You have so much talent. You'll make a great doctor. Just don't mess it up."
"Yes ma'am."
The woman screamed and struggled. But her aggressor held her close against the wall. His eyes were crazed and she looked like a trapped animal.
The thug smiled. He ripped her blouse, exposing the lace of her bra. She wailed. The thug smiled, pressing his face close to hers.
"We're gonna have a little fun. Aren't we?" He kissed her roughly on the mouth. She struggled harder. He pulled back and slapped her.
"You're a pretty thing. I would hate to kill you. If you try to escape, I will. Mark my words." He growled hoarsely.
The woman went limp, her options fading quickly. No one was in sight of the dark alley. No one had heard her screams. Or so she thought.
"Get your hands off her, you filth." Came a voice. It was harsh and unforgiving. The thug's head whipped around. He searched the shadows, trying to find its owner.
"Who said that?" He yelled into the darkness.
"I did." A figure strolled from the shadows. He was tall, muscular, and young. He had a handsome face, with defined cheekbones. His black hair reached just abovehis shoulder and he wore a black skin-tight suit with the emblem of a purple bullet. A mask covered his face but a pair of violet eyes were visible. Each hand held a 2 foot long stick made out of steel; escribe sticks. The thug paled and loosened his grip on the woman and she slipped from his grasp. She picked up her purse and dived behind a trash can. She was glad to be free; but she wanted to see the thug get his just reward.
The thug lunged at the figure; but he dodged with ease. The thug swung wildly and the figure kicked him in the stomach. The man doubled over and the figure struck his back hard. He fell unconscious to the cold wet pavement.
The woman gasped; he moved with such grace, such ease. The figure turned away and she slowly got up from behind the trash can. She took a step toward him, but thought better of it and stepped back.
"What are you? Some sort of angel or something?" She whispered, her Brooklyn accent prominent. Her blonde hair was ruffled and she looked like a lost kitten. He half turned to her and smiled.
"Just was in the neighborhood."
"What I'm gonna tell my friends?"
"Tell them Caliber puts on a good show." And with that, he was gone.
Kai slumped in bed, staring out the window. Bruce was such a meanie; he was just mad that he didn't get to stay home sick. Kai had seen the way he had looked at him before he left for school; it was look of pure envy. Kai had just shrugged it off. Bruce was just jealous that he didn't have to sit through boring Mrs. Humphrey's class.
A tall pretty woman walked into his room. "You feeling okay, Kai?" She bent down to the little boy in bed. She ruffled his black hair and smiled. She straightened his blue train pajamas and handed him his favorite teddy bear. It was worn, with one of the button eyes missing.
He locked his arms, refusing to take the bear. She frowned. "Why don't you want Mr. Mack?"
The boy scowled and looked away. "Mom, Bruce says I'm a baby for sleeping with a bear."
"I think that you're a very big boy, Judeka'i. Bruce isn't always right. He was probably jealous of you for having it. That's what happens with twins sometimes." She handed him the teddy and he reluctantly took it, turning it over in his hands. She hugged him, making sure her very pregnant belly didn't get in the way.
"Judeka'i, my Kai, don't ever let your wings crumple or let you dreams die." She sang sweetly. It was his song.
"It's Kai, not Jude. Jude is for old dudes!" He chanted and she giggled.
"Say, you feeling well enough to watch a little Sesame Street, my little gnorfgork? What would it be staying home from school without a little Elmo?" She said cheerily. The boy grinned, revealing several missing teeth. He leapt from bed and ran into the living room.
"Thanks, Mom!" he called. She smiled and took the tape from the shelf, pushing it into the VCR. He settled in front of the TV and watched as the puppets danced across the screen.
Ding dong.
"Who's at the door?" He wondered aloud and ran to open it.
"I'll get it big guy." His mother called. She waddled over to the door. The baby would be here in just a few weeks; her back was killing her.
She turned the doorknob and opened the door. "May I help you?"
"Shut up, wench." Three men charged into the house, knocking her down. Kai ran beneath the table, scared. The three unsheathed clubs and began to beat the woman mercilessly as she cried out, begging them not to hurt her baby. She was too weak and pregnant to fight back. Kai buried his head in his bear, praying for it to end. He cried silently into Mr. Mack, wishing Daddy was home. It lasted for what seemed like forever.
"Alright, let's go." And then they were gone.
Kai crawled from beneath the table. She was lying still, too still. Her beautiful face was bloodied. Chunks of her pretty red hair were ripped out and her arm was bent in a weird way. She lay sprawled on her back. Her emerald eyes weren't full of life and sunshine as they usually were, but instead were half closed and held a glassy gaze. She looked dead.
He sat beside her and laid her head in his lap, stroking her hair with his small hand. He felt his wings crumple and he watched as the blood seeped into his blue train pajamas, turning them a deep red…
Jude awoke with a start. He looked around; he was in his room. Of course. Where else would he be?
He got up slowly, getting out of his bed. He wore only some boxers. He stretched and looked at the clock. 3:56. He'd only been asleep an hour.
He walked from the room, glancing at his bookshelf. On the top shelf rested a raggedy old stuffed animal.
"I remember, Mr. Mack," he whispered. "I wish I didn't."
Jude's POV
My father was in the living room. He looked old, older than he was. His black hair, like mine, was peppered with grey. His ice blue eyes looked tired and he looked like shit.
"Can't sleep either Dad?"
"No. I haven't slept well for years." He said, rubbing his eyes.
Not since Mom left, I thought. But I just nodded.
Dad glanced at me. "So what were you doing till 3 this morning. Must be one hell of a homework assignment, Jude."
I looked over at him and said nothing. His eyes hardened, realizing what my silence meant.
"God dammit, Judeka'i. What the hell did I say? I don't want you out there, fighting crime." He said, his voice rising.
"I want to; it's my responsibility, to help those who can't help themselves."
"That's what the police are for. Not you. You're going to be a doctor. I don't want you to end up like me."
"So you don't want me to end up being CEO of Wayne Industries." I replied.
"Don't sass me. You know what the hell I mean. There are others out there doing that job; you don't need to."
"Who, Dad? Certainly not you. You just go to work and come home, sit in front of the tube and think about what could have been." I spat.
"Don't question me. I gave my whole life to the people, look what the hell it got me."
"You're just mad that she left. She had a right to." I pointed out. He glared at me.
"Yeah well, if I hadn't pursued Tony Geraldo-" He started, his eyes hard as steel.
"We all know this story! If you hadn't pursued Tony Geraldo, none of this would have happened. If you hadn't made it your goal to shut down his drug empire, he wouldn't have hired the detective. If the detective wasn't hired, then he wouldn't have found out who you were and who your family was. If the detective hadn't found out, Tony Geraldo wouldn't have sent his men to shut you up. If you had been home when they came, Mom wouldn't be on Tamaran, Bruce wouldn't hate you and Arielle Esmeralda Grayson wouldn't be 6 feet under. Too bad! Arielle's dead and Bruce and Mom are long gone! They're gone and they're not coming back!" I shouted defiantly.
"Don't you ever talk about your mother or Arielle like that ever again." He growled and I immediately regretted it.
"Do you know what that's like? Having your wife beaten like an animal?" His voice broke.
"Do you know what its like to watch?" I shot back and I left, going back to my room. I fell upon the bed, and for the first time since that day, I cried.
In the morning Dad came into my room. He cleared his throat. For a second I thought he was going to yell at me. "Join the Titans. I saw that letter thy sent you; don't try to hide things from me. I'm the protégé of the world's greatest detective. Chances are, I'm going to find out. Anyways, I have no right to stop you. You're not a child; you're 19.You can make your own choices. Just don't make the ones I did. If you go, just promise me you'll finish your education. You need something to fall back on." Our eyes met and I made my promise.
The next day I packed my bags into my beat up VW and began the long drive from Gotham to Jump City.
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