Ooooookayyyy! I have continued my story coz I want you all to know what's about to happen in the character's lives… yes, yes, I know it's lame. Anyway, about the first chapter I suppose that you have noticed it wasn't properly "cut". That's because I was in rush hour when I was checking the story. So this time, I have made breaks. Oh, and thanks to those who submitted their reviews to me! I really need an encouragement right now. By the way, here are their following ages:
Raven25
Robin/Nightwing26
Starfire26
Cyborg28
Beast Boy24
Speedy27
Disclaimer: if I own the teen titans, I would be their mentor.
Chapter 2
It has been one of a night for Rachel. She has been uncomfortable in sleeping because of the smoke that has lingered in her cloak and now she can still smell it in her nostrils. She glanced at the clock and it read 2:00. 'Great. I've been patrolling for the last six hours and I can still smell smoke for the last five hours.' She angrily punched the headboard for no apparent reason and nothing changed except for a swollen fist and a cracked headboard. She calmed herself down, taking in a few breaths and her swollen fist suddenly glow light blue. Seconds later, it looked like she didn't even punch the headboard.
'Funny, I've rescued people out of burning buildings before. The fire wasn't the worst of them actually.' She sat up and started to think it over.
'Maybe it's because of that Nightwing guy.' A voice said in her head.
'That jerk! How dare he touch me like that!' her eyebrows furrowed at the past event.
'You like his touch.' The voice suddenly started an argument.
'Shut up! He's arrogant, cocky and perverted. I hate him!'
'Oh, come on. You know you like him.'
'I do not! Why should I?'
'He's handsome, cute, attractive, muscular, charming and dark. Shall I continue?' the voice mocked.
'I don't care even if he has those.'
'So you agree that he's hot.' The voice already knew that it would win.
'He won't be good enough for me.' She suddenly flashed her past in her mind but then she decided to stop and was already feeling tired.
She twitched her eyes and realized that another scent was drifting her nostrils.
'This isn't smoke. It's…perfume.' She pushed it aside and sleep claimed her.
I…
It's been a hazy morning for a certain dark girl. Her dreams were filled with a lot of things from her gruesome past. She doesn't want to get herself out of bed and is already getting back to sleep when—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEP!
Her alarm clock, once again, ruined her almost eternal slumber. It had already beeped ten minutes ago but she didn't mind it. She calmed herself down before she could hit the headboard (again), smash the alarm clock, pulverize anyone who passes the street in front of her apartment or simply get late for work.
'Work!' she suddenly remembered how Vincent looks like when he's angry. Of course, it never happened to her. It happened to a skinny woman whom Rachel loathed. She doesn't want Vincent to be disappointed in her. Hell, she's been working at the department for three years! And during those days, she had never, and I mean neverfailed him and is always the top gun around. When she first entered the department, people would look at her as an amateur or a wannabe. But she proved that she's like those pros in the CSI series. She was already used to the dark side since she has seen them countless times when Jump City was still high on criminal activities.
She already has no time for arranging her bed not to mention, fixing the headboard so she let her powers do the work. She phased through the headboard and the bathroom door suddenly closed and the sound of drizzling water is heard inside. Five minutes later, she came out, the towel draped around her and another around her hair and she is in a state that obviously says that she didn't dry herself. She levitated the first bra she could sense nearest to her, black panties, lavender long-sleeve shirt, gray baggy pants, a pair of white ankle socks and her sneakers. She slipped in them using her powers.
She was already out the door when she forgot that the towel was still on her head and her backpack so she dried her hair and levitated the backpack to her. She glanced at the clock and it read 6:46. She knows that she'll be late if she walk, hail a cab or run. So she teleported herself inside the morgue, knowing that no one goes here at this hour and is also the closest to Vincent's office but also hating herself for it. 'Nice thinking, Rae.' She insulted herself and while walking to Vincent's office to report about her latest case, she combed her hair with her hands since her hair is soft and has low-maintenance not like other women who kept their hair long as in it's at the top of their asses just to attract attention. She suddenly remembers that the winter season is nearing. 'I think I need to let it grow for a while.' She thought to herself as she measured her sleeve-length hair.
Love…
Vincent has been looking for possible clues in a case that was meant to be solved by a troublesome detective who discontinued it so he fired him. He even wondered why he became a detective. The case was about a divorced couple. The wife, one night, was mysteriously found dead in her apartment and the suspects would be the husband, the husband's other woman and the husband's sister who was said to have a deep hatred against her.
He also has a second case which deals with the loss of two children who disappeared between May 26 and May 30, 2006 which is today so he still has a chance to find fresh clues.
'I hate solving other's cases.' He kept grumbling about how irresponsible teenagers are since nowadays, there are a lot of them applying as detectives, forensics or any of the like. He was very lucky though, that he has one of the most responsible (which he thinks is the only one) teenager whom he has looked at as his daughter and is very proud of her. And today, at 6:00, another sensible kid entered his department. He told him to tour around the department if he wanted to and by the time he is back, he'll give the kid his own place and a case which he had already planned overnight.
A knock on the door broke his train of thoughts and a muffled 'come in' is what he answered. A violet-haired vixen entered his office with simple clothing and a look that says 'hi' or 'morning'. "Morning. So how's the case going on?" he asked as if it's always the question every morning. "Fine. I'm done on reviewing the reports but I think I still have a long way on finishing this case, though. What about you? Any stray assignments got you going on lately?" she asked in a way that says 'you've been jinxed again'. "Hmph. Kids your age put this burden on me." He said, crossing his arms while grumbling again. "Oh, really? I should have left this place a long time ago, then. It's for old people now, anyway." She smirked triumphantly and also crossing her arms.
He glared at her then turned it into a smirk as he knew that he's getting nowhere if he continued. He gestured her to a chair in front of his table. He sighed and then finally replied. "Just kidding, Rachel. Anyway, about your case. Since you said that you're a long way from the goal, I have something to tell you." Rachel raised her eyebrow as if in suspicion. "You're not making me give up this case, are you?" she said in a tone that says 'you know I can do it'. "Don't worry; I'm not going to do that to you. I just—"he was cut off by a knock on his door. Both looked at the door until Vincent said 'come in'.
A tall, young man with handsome features and jet black hair entered his office. "Oh, I forgot! Rachel, this is Richard Grayson and Richard, this is Rachel Roth." He introduced both of them to each other. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised and scanning him head to toe. He is wearing navy blue slacks, black Converse sneakers, dark blue polo which wasn't tucked in, a black coat over his polo and spiky hair with obviously has a lot of gel. Richard smiled at her. At this point, she rolled her eyes. 'Whatever.' She thought to herself and went back to the matter at hand. "What were you trying to say again, Vincent?" she turned to Vincent who suddenly remembered snapped back to reality. "Oh, right! What I was trying to say was I'm just assigning you a partner."
Her eyebrows furrowed at that thought. 'What's wrong with him today? He knows I'm antisocial. Besides, I can take any case alone.' She stared at him incredulously until she said, "fine. Who's the sidekick?" she asked impatiently with a little mix of sarcasm. Vincent grinned at her and answered with a smile that also makes his moustache curve. "Why, that would be Richard Grayson, of course! I think you'll make a good partnership." He gestured over at Richard who smiled at her, only wider. Her eyes widened. Vincent didn't just say what she thinks he just said…did he?
She finally got hold of herself and shook her head and finally spoke. "You're pairing me up? With that…that…thing?" she asked not knowing what to call him. "Well, what do you know? I'm partnered with a stubborn woman, I suppose." He flashed her a toothy smile. Rachel wanted nothing but to punch him in the face and break that smile of his. 'Cocky, arrogant bastard. I ought to kick his ass.' She gave him a glare. "Yeah, right. Keep that smile of yours to yourself. Before I—"Vincent suddenly put a hand on her mouth to keep her from saying such deadly words pour out her mouth continuously. "Sorry 'bout that, Richard. She's a feisty little thing, you see." "I can see that, sir. I might be right about her being stubborn. Both men laughed.
Rachel muffled something. "What's that?" Vincent asked as he removed his hand. "I said Rachel you don't want to be talked like she's not here." She answered coolly. Vincent just sighed while Richard chuckled. "I'll be in my office." She got up from her seat was about to go out when Richard blocked her. "I think a proper good-bye is needed here." He grinned at her cockily. "Oh, I forgot!" she smirked evilly at him then suddenly pushed him strongly aside with amazing force. Richard couldn't help but suppress his surprise to no avail. "Good-bye!" Then she stormed off just after he banged the door and made passersby look at her with surprised expressions which she returned with a deathly glare.
Back at the office, both men were staring at the door until Vincent sighed. "Sorry 'bout that, Richard. She's called the Ice Queen in this place and she ain't called that for nothing. Anyway, you should come by her office. Here's a small map for you and you'll see her place there marked R.R. 18. Borrow the reports and reviews from her and here's your key to your office. Oh, and I'll give you a few notes if she doesn't want to give you some." Richard chuckled while taking out his ball pen and notepad. "How friendly." He remarked at the past event while Vincent laughed.
Raven
Richard has just finished taking notes of his latest case with a certain hothead. He was already about to take out his keys and turn the lock when he remembered he needed to get the reports and reviews for the case. He was very sure that it would be one trip to hell.
He took out the small map Vincent has given him earlier and searched for R.R. 18. It was located at the left end part of the second floor. He noticed that it was the farthest from the other sections so he concluded that she was antisocial which he was already sure a while ago. He also thought that she is close to Vincent since Vincent told him that she has been working for him for three years and has accomplished her duties as a wicked detective. He made his way to her office and had encountered a lot of people, especially women, ogling at him.
He was finally in front of her office and was about to knock when his phone vibrated in his pocket. The phone displayed a message that came from Victor and it says:
Hey man! I'm sure ur taken in by d commish
So congrats and I'm sure that women r staring
At you all d tym… anyway, me, gar and his GF
R going 2 b in ur house 2nyt 2 party 4 ur 1st
Job. Hope u don't mind! Call me if u don't like d idea.
'Nice concern.' He sighed and tucked it back in his pocket as he knocked on her door. The door opened slightly to reveal half of the face of the vixen who glared at him. "What?" she asked sternly obviously not wanting to meet anyone right now. "If you heard what Vincent just said this morning, you know what I'm here for." He smirked at her who in turn glared at him harder. "And if I don't want to?" she asked in a tone that confirms she doesn't want to.
"Then I'll take it myself." He surprised her by suddenly pushing the door and he swiftly went in her office. He studied his surroundings. It is small, the table is in the middle with a lot of papers on the desk, there is a small bookshelf at the right side of her office and the room is dimly lit because its blinds aren't raised. He guessed that she doesn't want too much light. "I didn't give you permission to get in my room." She snapped him back to the matter at hand. "It's your fault that you didn't give it to me earlier." He said as he poked her forehead. She slapped his hand while mumbling incoherent words. She walked towards her desk to get what he came for and walked in front of Richard. "Here." She shoved it on his chest and stomped to her door and opened it.
"Out." She said sternly with a scowl on her face as she gestured him to go anywhere away from her office. He did nothing but follow her orders but before he went out the door, he stopped and patted Rachel's head. "Don't worry. I'll come by anytime since I think you like me." He winked at her and grinned at her cockily. 'What a cocky bastard!' her eyes first widened and then turned into an angry and not to mention, deadly glare. "OUT!" she shouted ever so loud, people stopped doing their work and looked at her office. Before he could get out, she shoved him outside with relentless force and slammed the door. He shrugged and just went on his way as people ignored what just happened and went on their businesses. 'She's feisty, stubborn and icy. How strange.' He thought to himself and suddenly stopped. 'Maybe I like her.' He thought, puzzled and continued walking towards his office.
Sorry folks, but that's it! I'll be leaving you with two chapters only for a long time since summer is almost over and I have to start to prepare myself for school. Damn! Just when I'm starting to enjoy myself, the devil comes and ruins my moment! If only I have powers, I would already lock Hell and open Heaven's gates so everyone can go there, good or evil! (Stops ranting and ambitioning) Sorry about that, readers! It sometimes gets the best of me and I'm often frustrated. Anyway, my updates are going to be oh, so slooooow since I have to focus on my studies for now.
