The night skies remain clear and clean with a just a few cirrostratus clouds scattered in the skies, the air crisp and cool. Nothing out of place, over the Monastery for the Nuns of Perpetual Grace, from the outside and unseen eyes many would believe this place to be just that. Nothing more. But to the focused and trained eyes, they knew there was more hidden behind their false practice of religion. Beneath its benevolence, hide their actual ways. And beneath that, those needed resuced where kept.
Dick and Batwoman aka Katie Kane took the Batmoblie, leaving you to get your own ride. As Dick put it. Assuming that you didn't have a ride to acquire, but he was dead wrong. Your had one that was better, badder not to mention deadlier if you allowed it to be. Upon the giant monstrous winged creature's back, gripping their thick dark brown feathers to keep hold from the strong air pressure you felt from the speed it flew through the skies and gust from its wings produced. You didn't need a ride, so your cousin's words about that didn't bother you. Though what did was how he felt, it was branded in you for some reason, and you couldn't seem to shake it. While you remained focused, feeding your ride who was your conduit for what you stored. The more you stored and released the stronger and ferocious it became. Having practiced many times with this, you pretty much knew how much to give that still left you with some for yourself, apparent by your physical change characteristic, dark grey skin and black pupil-less eyes with dark markings/ symbols etched on your body. Because you wanted to get there faster, you poured more in causing a bit more change in your physical form, elongated nails and your skin became a bit darker.
Your eyes looking straight ahead, seeing a different trail than others, you never really needed a tracker like the others. No. You had your way of tracking people or others, everyone had a their emotional signature, and your eyes allowed to see such. Like fingerprints, each different and unique. Their negative emotion, which ever was the strongest in them, and you sense it like a hound dog. Seeing the trail that lead you to your target. And you found them.
Damian. Bruce.
Adding a bit more, your ride screeches in the night sky. Piercing its silence, increases its speed. You hold on tighter as you stand up, remaining squat position. Ready to spring to contribute to the fight with the others. No more side lines. No more watching. You where part of this family just as the others. No matter how Dick felt...a feeling you still couldn't shake. With your eyes focused and mind on the mission, your heart was still on Dick. Your cousin, how he felt made a tight knot form in your stomach. Ever since you came back, you felt the knot forming, and it became tighter. After your outburst to him. Asserting yourself to him, the shock and hurt look in eyes. Made you regret your actions, but the way he responded caused you become upset at him, instead of remorseful. Which you where right now. You didn't mean for it get like that, but what words could you saw. You already felt a certain way already, how would he understand.
Hearing the sounds of gun fire and blades crashing, explosions brought your focus back. Look straight ahead seeing smoke and flickers of lights no doubt from the firing in the walls of the Monastery. Yep. This was the place, ironic really, your about to help attack a holy place, bringing violence to it. When you where taught not to. You asks for the Ganden Tripa forgiveness, now with that out the way. You jump off your ride to join the fry.
"No fear. Don't give in"
Down with the others, Dick, Batwoman and a new addition Batwing, dressed and geared in a high tech batsuit. Held their own against the army of corrupted nunjas and hired help Firefly and Killer Moth. They kept the heroes on their toes, but Dick needed to get to the door and with the nunjas firing MK's at them from the roofs while others wield katanas, it delayed their progression. Batwing decided to take to the skies to advert Firefire and Killer Moth. One of the nunjas takes aim from the roof at Dick, she gets ready to pull the trigger...something came and struck her square in the face with force knocking her back and out.
Those on the roof saw their sister's fate, they advert their attention to rushing figure and begin to fire. But the figure managed to duck and avoid the flying bullets and with their height on their side, it made rather easy for them and harder for the nunjas. Gripping their Tonfas, they charge it up and fling it at first nun in their line of sight, hitting them knocking them back and out. Retrieving their weapon, their feet move quickly out of the way of the bullets, halting their progression. Looking quickly for another way, because being hit by a bullet was not something they wanted.
One of the nunjas manage to take fire at where they anticipated the area the attacker was going to go. Firing almost hitting their foot, the figure manages to avoid it narrowly. Flipping back, they could feel their heart racing rapidly. They could feel the fear starting to take hold, calming themselves, push it back down. They couldn't give in, as was told. Despite the urging too. Gripping their two tonfas they forsake their fear and rush the woman. This time unleashing their skills, with their powers and mixed in with their hand to hand combat gave them an edge, just had to remain focus and release when contact was made.
Down below with Dick as Batman and Batwoman, they beat back a few more nuns when the woman noticed the figure on the roof.
"Hey. Isn't that your cousin?"she notices, getting Dick's attention.
He turns around after punching back one of the nuns, shocked to see that it was his cousin on the roof kicking back one of the nunjas ruthlessly and effortless it seem. Taken back by this, he knew she had training when she left to live with Talia and in the Monastery. He had seen her fight once when she came back during the Court of Owls, putting up a good fight against Talon. But, nothing like this. He stood there looking in awe and pride...pride. Yeah, pride. The sight before his eyes opened them, though proud he felt something else. The realization of this feeling was something he feared and dread. Watching his cousin and her little meek self strike down woman twice her size, it shouldn't be something new having seen Damian the pint size do it, the difference he was trained since day one. His skills groomed well. His cousin wasn't nothing like that, that he knew of. Not the cousin he knew, not the Violet he rescued those years back. This couldn't be the same one who seem to embrace her powers she was frighten and weary of. Now seem to have better control over them. The girl who would never harm a living soul in his eyes, now didn't think twice on landing a punch or kick.
Knocking down everything in front of their line of sight, doing dangerous and life harming stunts and movements, with some what ease. Though of course many couldn't tell, but he could having had years of doing it. Her skills needed to be polished, still though it was good. But that wasn't what made feel...inferior...no. It was what she did next that did, that made him realize she didn't need him anymore. A few of the nuns manage to knock Violet back, which Dick was about to react seeing her body flung across the roof and hitting the large metal cross. About to rush to her aid, when she got up and raises her hand as if summoning something. Summon she did, a piercing ear hurting screech filled the skies. Making a everyone stop for a second to see what it was that cast such a large ominous shadow rose up from behind the little girl.
Was this the extent of her powers? Dick thought as his eyes stare wide with both shock and horror. The creature was monstrous looking that was for sure, something straight out of myth or folklore at the command of his cousin. Who appearance changed, her skin was wavering between both black and red, he notice something demonic looking about her, the wicked grin she had. Her eyes remained black and pupil-less with a hint of yellow forming into a pupil.
"Whoa!"Batwoman looks on impressed."..."
"...Violet..."Dick looks on now more concerned."...What's happened?"
Batwoman looked closer at the winged monstrous bird."Is that...the little bird?"
"Richie?!"Dick looks to the creature, quickly studying it's features and realizes it was the little bird. The little robin, Violet's pet. No longer little but a force to be recon with.
The nuns before you look at the creature fearfully, from pure shock. But quickly throw it away and aim their guns at it taking fire. The bullets had little effect, and with wave of your hand, you sic him upon them. He lets out another screech before attacking them. Zipping passed you his beak open, attacks. Leaving devastation behind it. You though run after him as the building began to fall apart and jump on the back of him, grip the feathers you command without words to continue his attack.
Batwing saw the killer creature was shocked. And when he saw who was riding it, a little girl who looked vaguely familiar. He looks to Dick and by the way he was looking at the girl. Batwing was able to piece together who it was riding that thing and commanding it."Whoa...Violet!?"
You rode Richie like it was nothing, feeding him as he laid waste to the compound and those who attacked. Grabbing them with his talons and flinging them or crushing them. Even using his beak to get a few in his mouth, injuring them just enough to stop their movement. All this with little regard, in fact you weren't in the driver's seat. It was like something else was, or some one. Your features started to change more, the markings on your body became more prominent and darker, your skin became a mixture of red and black fused. Your nails became a bit longer, your eyes, one was black and pupil-less the other one black with yellow pupil. Your grip on Richie's feathers began to tremble.
Inside your mind, you where struggling for dominance, trying to regain some sense of control. You let it take over again. Assuming you stopped it, but didn't. It just manifested into something different. That you took hold of, and that was it. You scream and fight back at what took hold of you, but your efforts where nothing. It paid no mind to you, only to hit you back. Calling your weak and feeble, saying you didn't know the power you held. It was that same dark, powerful and evil voice. Their words soon took hold of you. Their power was overwhelming, they demand you to yield to them as you should. Feeling crushed beneath their power, was more than you could take. Which they took pleasure in, calling you a obedient child. Next thing, you felt something grip around your throat tightly, dangling you up. Their grip began to crush throat, you couldn't breath. Your fear spiked. You try to pry their hand off but it only became tighter.
Seeing you starting to give up,"Don't touch her!"a voice booms, a blast came out of nowhere harming and pushing whatever that evil presence was away and out of your mind. It was your protector, they land down in front of you protectively. Their defense up, waiting to see if the other presence was going to come back. Sensing nothing, they let their guard down and turn to you."..." Without a word, they leave.
Opening your eyes, half, your mind trying make sense if it was a dream or not. From the throbbing headache, it sure didn't seem like one. Still feeling the bits and pieces of whatever presence was in your mind still there. Yeah, it wasn't a dream. It was real. Pinching your brow, recalling everything before things went out. The last thing you recalled, was being kicked back by the nuns and next thing...Richie came after that a total lost. No recalculation after that.
But from this headache, it was telling you something. Your mind felt like it was on fire, and it still hadn't been put out. Rubbing your temples to ease the pain, it didn't help. Moving your hand around to feel, it brushes up against something cold and almost knocks it over. You react catching the glass of water, though manage to spill a few drops.
A glass of water? Next to it, two white circular tablets no doubt medicine for your headache courtesy of Alfred no doubt. It had his name written all over it, though the only problem...this wasn't your room. Well not your room back at the Manor, but a different room for you somewhere else. It was the extra room Dick had for you back at his place, in his pad. He set it up whenever you spent the night. The times he would spend days or the weekends with you. Taking you from the Manor to enjoy quality family time. It wasn't as big as your room back at the manor, but still a good size. You had a nice size queen bed, yes he had a queen bed for you. The room was decorated and filled up with the normal things, dresser, closet, book shelves, etc...on the side of your bed where the glass of water was placed a little table. Next to it, just a few inches away a picture of you and Dick. Taken about a year after you had been saved. It was at Haley Circus, the place your family was from. Taken by one of the members. The two of you stood under the sign, you remember. Dick had you in a tight, loving hug with a proud smile on, while you stood there clung next to him with the same smile and embrace. This was one of your favorite memories and pictures. Dick had it framed and kept it in room, he also had the same picture in his room, right next to his bed.
It always made his day. He would tell you. There so much emotions that came from that one picture. It beamed and radiated endless love. Something you had never experienced during your dark years. Or torment. Hell. Loneliness. Detachment. Your world then was cold, damp, lifeless and cruel. Something you considered normal, a twisted way of normal. All to be changed by the arrival of Dick. The day he came to save you, he and Batman had been following a lead about the people you where forced to do their dirty work for. When they found you, when Dick found it shocked them to know it was a kid, a little girl doing all of it. A small fragile little girl. Who's eyes told the two men the horrible experience you had to live through. Not understanding right and or wrong. A lost. Confused, child who's innocents seem twist. Yet, a smile of relief came to her face. Her eyes looked onto them as saviors a role Dick took very serious. He came in and picked you up, while singing the song you had heard before. You are my Sunshine. A song you found out from Dick, had been a song sung to you, by the family. He told you, you where everyone's sunshine and no one wanted you to be taken away.
It was right then a connection was formed. You remember the tears that came out from behind his mask, you've seen grown men cry before you, pleading for you to reconsider. But, never the way Dick cried. Those tears where something new to you. Tears you like and made you curios. The way he scooped you up in his strong arms, holding onto you like treasure. Never letting go, even on the way back to Gotham. Even when you slept, to find him sleeping off your bed holding your hand. He never let go, and held onto you through your transitions and ordeal. His hold seem to become tighter and tighter with each step. Always behind you as your protector. Taking extra measures to ensure everything was good for you. You knew he was just so happy to have found his only relative, having been the only Grayson for so long. You where very precious to him. Something you grew to realize. Which started to become suffocating. Or so you thought, once you began to make your own choices in life since upon meeting Damian. Never realizing how much was hurting your cousin. To him you where delicate and fragile, someone in need of protection. Which you thought, until your world began to start with Damian. Upon being revived from death, and taken away from Dick. It gave you a sense of reflection, with the relationship between you and your cousin.
The very first day you awoke with Taila, you wanted your cousin. To realize he wasn't anywhere close. Though you got word he was doing fine and understood why you had to be taken away. You knew he was hurting. But there was nothing you could do, you had to learn how to walk on your own. And with each step, you became your own. Realizing there where things you couldn't rely on Dick for. When you came back, you expected praises from Dick. But he seem to revert back to himself. Even after you helped with the fight against Talon. He tired to get you to stay, comforting you when you found Damian left and wanted you to stay back. Which Dick couldn't be happier about, but not you. You loved cousin but, you wanted your own choices for once and still had more to do. You followed Damian. Not thinking twice on how much it bothered and hurt him.
You trained to find your center and with your powers. Which seem to grow, faster than you could grasp. You didn't really know what to do. The one thing that came to your mind, was Dick. For some reason you wanted him there. But, when you realized what put him through. You became scared, afraid to face him. A fear you had to get over, as you and Damian came back to help find Batman. You tired to act like you had everything together. So Dick would not see it. But with each lie, your fear only grew, and because of how your powers where starting to act, added more fear. Fear that turned into anger that you lashed out at Dick, who you now realized was just happy to have you back. You didn't want him to see you still needed him. You where confused about what was happening to you. Afraid.
Was this the block that held you back from continuing with your chakras?
Your eyes still look at the picture a few more seconds, reflecting upon everything. Trying to figure out what conclusion you should come to. Throwing your covers back, something falls off, that you noticed. Looking down to find on the floor a piece of folded paper. Sliding off the bed, you feet planted on the floor you pick up the paper that had your name on it. In Dick's hand writing. It had to be important otherwise he wouldn't leave you a note, unfolding it, you start to read. Eyes trailing over each word, and formulating your own understanding of each sentence. Coming down the last sentence, made you come up with your conclusion. This here made it easier. Placing the note down, you make your way to Dick's room. Entering it. He never mind. Spotting his Laptop, you go over to it hacking into his account. He taught a few things, you bring up Word and began to type.
You flew through the night on Richie, you weren't consumed by your powers. No. Your skin was just gray so nothing to fear. Just a calm, relaxing ride. You can't believe you where doing this. You just hope it was the right thing to do, and hope Damian would understand and your cousin. You felt bad for leaving like this, without a word to any of them. But, Dick seem to understand, even when you thought he didn't. You smile fondly at the thought. Richie screeches to tell you, your destination was coming up. Peering from behind him, you look and see it. Standing tall in all its glory. Something inside you, told you this was where you needed to be. It felt right, and there was something else...you couldn't put your finger on it. It didn't matter at this point. Patting Richie he descends down to land, he lands shaking the ground just a bit from his weight.
Looking around you don't see anyone, you wondered if they received your message. This was the right location. Right? The building itself pretty much told you it was, but there seem to be no one around. Throwing your two bags down, and slide off Richie's wing, down the appearance returning back to normal. Standing there, in casual attire. A off white tunic top with long bell sleeves, with maroon patterns on them, deep blue leggings and leather moccasins laced boots.
"H-Hello."you call nervous. There was nothing, so you call again only to hear a voice.
"Well hello, to you too."a friendly voice response. You look around not seeing anything or anyone. But you heard a laughter.
"Who's there?"you demand slightly. Still looking around, you hear snickering this time followed by a buzzing around your ear. And the same voice.
"Heaven must have answered my call,"they say."Because they sent me an angel."Next thing that buzzing sound stopped and before you something transformed, something small green transformed into a green teen boy a year older than you, and taller than you. Dressed in red and white body suit. With messy green hair and small canines. He was rather close, a bit to close. Smiling at you with a wink and laugh.
"...Hello? Hi..."you speak."I'm Violet Grayson, and you are?"
Before the boy could say anything."Annoying."A deadpan,sarcastic voice quips."Leave her alone."Next thing black energy with a purple outline forms between you and the boy pushing him back.
You look at the person who did it, a teenage girl at least 14 dressed in a deep blue leotard with gray tights, deep blue boots, arm warmers, and a hood cloak that covered her face a bit, but you could see her violet-blue eyes along with her grey pigmentation. Her face was stoic and emotionless it seem. The opposite of the boy she pushed away from you. For some reason she seem familiar, you just couldn't pin it. Her eyes stare right back at you. The two of you stayed like that until someone else came.
A kind voice broke the lock hold between you and the girl."Violet! You made it."you turn to the voice to see flying over to you, a young woman, an orange skin very attractive and curvaceous woman with full on green eyes. Dressed in purple short of short dress that exposed the top of her breast and sides, with matching boots and gauntlets it seem, red flowing hair with a kind and warm face, with another person in black and blue armor looking like a beetle. They both land next to you, the boy in the beetle costume looks at Richie and whistles at his massive size, causing Richie to look at him.
The woman embraces you, delighted to see you."I'm so happy you decided to join. Sorry for the long wait, we where training. My you've grown."she compliments you. Looking you over."And those eyes of yours. As lovely as ever. Hmmm..."she looks closer."Almost your same color Raven."she turns to the brooding girl. Then back to you."Don't be nervous, you'll fit in well here."She assures you, calming your nerves."I know for a fact Dick is very proud of you doing this."
The others watch you and woman interact."So who is the new girl?"The one dressed in blue and black asks, while petting Richie. Who didn't seem to mind.
"Mine."The one in green elbows his friend who just groans annoyed. By his comment.
"Seriously?"he rolls his eyes.
The girl blocked out them both, and kept her eyes on you."...Good, she finally came."
Back with you and woman,"Well, why don't we do some introductions."She turns to the other teens."Everyone this is Violet Grayson, she's going to be our newest member. Violet meet Garfield or Gar aka Beastboy, Raven and Jamie Reyes aka Blue Beetle."You wave to them."Now, why don't we get you settled inside."She tells you picking up your bags, stopping when she remembered Richie."What about your friend?"
Looking to him, you hold out your hand and reabsorb everything back into you and he transforms back into his normal small self, flying over to you perching on your shoulder.
The guys look on shocked at what they just saw."..."They just point.
You turn around to the woman."Okay, I'm ready."
She was a bit taken back by what you just did but shakes it off with a smile."Alright then. Let's go."She starts to lead you towards the tower."Welcome to the Teen Titans."
And that is the end of this, now to start the Justice League vs Teen Titans. :) Thank you to all who have been reading the story.
