The True Finale

By Scarredbyshallowness

Disclaimer: I do not own the Titans in any way, shape, or form.

Sorry about the delay. I'm working on a couple of other projects of mine. One being a movie that WILL be posted on the world wide web (coughof which I am the star of cough). Good times. But anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!


Pier, Gotham City

"I must say, Salad. You don't seem too garden variety to me. Heh he." The Joker pointed out, grinning from ear-to-albino-ear.

"The name is Slade, clown. Continue this mockery and I promise you that you will regret it." Slade threatened with very serious intent. Foolishness is something he did NOT tolerate.

Not even from the Joker.

"Relax, my depth-perception-challenged friend." Joker poked at Slade's eye as he wrapped his arm around his new found partner's shoulder, inwardly cursing Harley's horrible note taking. "Besides, I get threatened on a weekly basis by Bat-brain. You've got nothing on him."

Glares were exchanged on that little comment.

"Let's get this over with already. This dump smells horrific." Blackfire spat in disgust.

"Doesn't take much to set you off. Does it, babe?" Red X smirked to himself as the alien shot him a look that could kill. Literally.

"If I didn't know any better…" The Joker thought aloud as he took a closer look at Red X. "This twerp looks the same age as Batsy's boy."

X's fist clenched.

"What's up with the kids, freak?" Two-Face cut through the silence, adding further tension to the uptight situation. "You a pedophile or something?"

"That's…" Blackfire roared right before…

"ENOUGH!" Red X gritted, chucking his 'x' shaped projectiles over both criminals' mouths. Shutting them up…finally.

Although he beat her to the punch, his move was rather…impressive. Perfectly simple, yet effective. An instant display of skill. It almost made the tameranian jealous. Just a little.

"You're learning, X. Keep this up and I might let you and Blackfire have that alone time you've been wanting." Slade grinned, as Red X was given the look of death again by the newly informed tameranian, revealing two mind-controlling devices. Complete with his own logo.

"Now, onto business…"

Rooftop, Jump City

BLEEM! FOOMP! IIIIEEEE!

"And that ends day three of my initiation." Jinx smiled slightly, wiping a bead of sweat from her pale brow. As smoke arose from what was once the Puppet King (who escaped from prison thanks to a guard's curious kid wanting a 'dolly'), she couldn't help but feel accomplished through all of her hard work.

Her hard, laborious, repetitive, never ending work. Sympathy for the Titans was building.

"And now time for a little fun." Kid Flash smiled brilliantly, receiving one of the sorceresses' in return. "I know this great little place in France. " Kid Flash stated as he reached out for Jinx's hand. "We'll be there and back in…"

BEEP! BEEP!

"No time. Whose the culprit this time?" Jinx asked with a slight sigh. How many enemy's ARE there in this city? Although, thanks to them, she had gotten used to the 'hero' thing rather fast.

"It's the Hi…Hallelujah! Look at the time! Got to go! Late for…uh…work. Bye!" KF burst out in a split second as he zipped away into the sunrise, leaving the pink haired teenager in total confusion.

He couldn't bare to tell her who the enemies were.

…the Hive Five

Basement, Titan's Tower

"You know what have to do, Cyborg." Raven spoke lovingly. Something EXTREMELY hard for her. But this was for Robin after all…

"NOT gonna happen, Rae!" Cyborg roared from his rather helpless state.

While poking around in his mind, Raven accidentally stumbled across some of Cyborg's blueprints. It's usefulness proven as Cy's head, and only his head, remained helpless on the center of the dimly lit coffee table.

"Well, I guess this warm, gooey, perfectly baked apple pie will just have to go to waste." Raven smirked, placing the baked good inches from Cyborg's immobile position.

Aroma torture.

Ever since their encounter with Mother May-eye, Raven hasn't touched, gone near, or remotely dealt with a pie to save her life. However, she slaved over a hot oven (Four times. Cooking isn't exactly her forte.) for guess-who.

"You're trippin', Rae. My body is over there! I can't eat." Cyborg spat. This was getting ridiculous. I mean, is it worth to lose your head (along with arms, legs, torso, and the rest of your anatomy) over a briefcase among friends?

"You couldn't eat to begin with, liar. You can only taste food."

Complete silence.

Mind reading scores again.

"Ok, Rae. I got to know. How come YOU can get into my head, but Brother Blood never could?" Cyborg winched in waiting. It didn't make any sense if you thought about it.

"Turns out my father didn't give me my powers at all. He held them back." Raven slightly grinned, losing herself in the memories of herself and Robin. He really did save her. In more ways than he would ever know.

"Please, friend Cyborg. Tell how to open this heinous contraption!" Starfire begged in her gentle voice, slamming a valiant fist into the case's edge.

Causing pain. Lots of pain. Throbbing pain.

"DIGE REFURNIA!"

"I'm not telling! …And you should really watch your mouth, Star." Cy winched, amazed what Starfire had been saying all of these years since he learned Tamerianian.

Sweet, yes. Innocent….no.

"Ok, Cyborg." Raven smirked, cracking her knuckles. "We tried this the nice way." The sorceress muttered, adding something under her breath. But it's pretty hard to hear over the roar of a blow torch.

Gotham City, Wayne Manor

"So this is it?" Bruce questioned sternly from the doorway of what was once Dick's room.

"This is my last day." Dick Grayson replied, packing the last remaining items into his fifth suitcase.

"I can't say I won't miss you in the manor." Wayne struggled to let out. He really didn't want him to go, but a parent has to let go eventually. They let go years ago.

"I meant as Robin. I can't believe it. What am I going to say to the Titans?"

"That's not my problem. But here are my last words of advice; Go to Japan and use this when you really need to talk to someone." Bruce added, handing Richard a normal sized sports watch with an odd switch underneath the face of the clock. "Tap the screen three times to activate it."

"And it does what?" Dick rose a brow, fastening the watch on his right wrist.

"Calls someone that really wants to talk to you."

"…That's not a girl, right?"

"Definitely not." Bruce smirked at the mere thought. If you knew who it was, you'd laugh too.

"Then this is it."

"Oh, Master Grayson do not hesitate to call me if you are ever in need." Alfred entered teary eyed, taking 2 of the 5 briefcases. It was like losing a member of the family. Officially.

"I'll keep that in mind, Alfred. Thank you." Dick grinned as the butler exited the room.

"Bruce, I…"

"You don't have to say anything." Wayne cut as he stared toward the ground. He never was good with loss.

"No. I need to tell you this."

"Then speak. " Bruce replied, staring directly into Dick's eyes. A piercing stare. A complete stare.

"For years…I hated you. I wondered why on Earth I was forced to assume all of these responsibilities that NO ONE else had to do. I used to hate training and feeling like a complete failure when I was compared to you.

I was loser.

And there was nothing I could do about it. Some nights, I even wished that you had left me with the circus. My childhood here was nothing but a complete hell. 13 hours of training, 6 hours of studying, and an uncountable amount of night patrols. I only slept in my free time. It was like that EVERYDAY for 10 years. That's why I really left. I wanted to set up my OWN life. My OWN schedule." Grayson roared from the bottom of his soul. This had been pent up for years.

"I understand if you hate me, but…" Bruce tried to reply.

"I'm not finished yet." Dick cut him off. A first. " But when I left Gotham and went to Jump City, I realized something. I was stronger, smarter, and faster than everyone around me. Even those that are called 'Olympic' athletes. And yet, you were STILL significantly stronger than me. I thought I could never catch up. But then… I got beaten by someone else.

Slade.

He kept me a prisoner of my own morality. And he beat me in everyway. Just like you. But all he wanted to do was use me. Keep me as a sick trophy so he could die in peace. It made me realize why you did the things you did to me…"

"Yes. The world is falling apart."

" So you made me part of the solution. And for that, I only have one thing to say to you."

"What?"

"Thank you." Dick said with the brightest of smiles." But when I get back from Japan, I'll be the better fighter." Grayson smirked to the very offended Bruce.

"Experience versus youthful thinking. Give me a call when you get back for me to beat you back into perspective." Wayne bit back.

"Looking forward to it." Grayson smiled, holding his hand out for a 'farewell' handshake.

"Good luck." Bruce meant whole heartedly, grasping his adoptive son's hand firmly. " With everything."

And with that last statement, Dick was gone. As a parting gift (and in exchange for all of his 'Robin' gear) Bruce had giving the newly independent adult a set of wheels. A BMW 650i Coupe to be exact (I.E. It's expensive).

Closing the door with a lonely creak, Alfred turned to see a rather depressed looking Wayne.

"He'll be perfectly ok, sir. You did train him after all."

"That's not what I am worried about." Wayne spoke with slight intensity, focusing with his index finger to his chin. "The last time I was training with the shinobi in Japan, they were at the brink of an all-out battle between the villages."

"You mean…"

"I might of just sent him into the middle of a war."

"Shouldn't you warn him, Master Bruce?" Alfred's eyes swelled with fear. Criminals were one thing, but a WAR…with NINJAS? The fret was understandable.

"If I did, you and I both know what his reaction would be." Bruce took a deep sigh.

"He would go sooner." The two spoke in unison. They did raise the Boy Wonder after all.

"It's best if we don't tell him." Wayne sternly ended the concern, turning toward the Batcave's secret clock entrance. There was work to be done.

There is always work to be done.

Seeing the manor steadily get smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror made the situation hit home. There WAS no more home in Gotham. At least, none that was known.

But more important things were busy clouding Dick's mind. Like how he is going to break this extended training session to his team…and tell them that him no longer the person they have known for several years.

But, unnoticed by Grayson's keen observation was a shadow lurking toward him from the back seats. It's vice grip reaching closer and closer. A sharp right turn brought a shine of light through the vehicle, letting Dick see his pursuer behind him.

All that could be heard from the outside was a muffled scream.


A horrible cliff hanging yet again. Heh. You know the drill. Review, let me know how I can make the story better, and God bless!

-SBS