"You're cute when you're curious … bye!"
Raven glared at her mate did something she hadn't done in years … she grabbed him with her powers. Dark tendrils shot out from her feet and quickly wrapped themselves around his legs, trapping him in place.
"Garfield, you aren't taking Cyborg someplace shady? It's 2AM right now in Tokyo … you have to admit that this looks … questionable."
He grinned. "I got it covered Rave, and no, nothing shady. This is gonna be first class, right down Chrome Dome's ally. You wait and see, he's gonna talk about this for years."
Raven crossed her arms and her eldritch tendrils sublimated into nothingness, freeing her spouse from their icy grip.
"Classy? Since when does Cyborg like anything that's classy? And you're gonna be gone for 24 hours?"
"More like 36 … tell Karen to not worry, we'll take good care of Vic, and we'll keep him out of trouble … not that he'll have any spare time to get into any mischief."
He kissed her a second time, this time on the lips and with a bit more passion. As he drew away he winked at her. Then in a flash, he was gone.
-( -)-
The troops were already assembled in the common room. Like the changeling, they were not in uniform and were all dressed for a night out on the town, which was odd as it was early in the morning. Nightwing was chatting with Hot Spot while the others, Arsenal (the former Speedy), Aqualad, Wally, Red Star, Jericho, The Herald, Thunder and Lighting milled around impatiently, striking up informal conversations. The changeling authoritatively walked into the room, with a smug look on his face.
"So guys, are we ready for the ultimate Boys' Night Out, the one that will go down in history as the best one ever?" The green changeling crowed.
"We're just waiting for the man of the moment." Wally replied.
No sooner than the words escaped the speedster's lips that Cyborg, wearing his natural looking prosthetics, entered the room. He was dressed in a razor sharp blue pinstripe suit. His shoes looked impeccable and the knot in his tie was perfect. To top it off he was wearing a fedora to cover his bald pate. Gar made pistol gestures with his hands, which he aimed at his friend.
"Looking sharp, tin man."
Cyborg looked slightly dismayed. "Where are we going, B, and why did you tell me to dress to kill? Karen thinks I'm going out on a date or something. Are you trying to get me into trouble?"
"There won't be any females involved in our celebration, Cy, so your lady can rest at ease. We are taking you on the ultimate boys' night out … in Tokyo!"
A collective groan rose from the crowd.
"No girls? What kind of bachelor party has no girls?" Arsenal griped. "Gar, this is beyond lame."
"I thought maybe we were going to one of those geisha places or something." Hot Spot added.
"Relax dudes … this is going to be way better."
"So what do we do first?" Red Star asked.
"Well, first we go have dinner!" The changeling enthused as he pulled out a Justice League communicator and keyed it up.
"Changeling calling Watchtower."
"This is the Watchtower." Mr. Terrific's voice responded. "Is your party ready for teleportation?"
"Roger that."
"Commencing teleportation … have a good time in Tokyo, Titans. The League sends Cyborg our congratulations."
The assembled men began to shimmer as the teleporter began to perform its magic. They felt a tingling sensation as the common room began to fade away, and within moments a Tokyo street began to appear before in. Suddenly they could hear the sounds of the early morning traffic around them. Once the process was complete they could also smell food. Several pedestrians, most of them tipsy from a night of barhopping, backed away from the foreign strangers, muttering something in their native tongue. The changeling ignored the locals and instead bowed politely to his friends and as he rose he gestured with his arm, beckoning his companions to enter a busy looking restaurant.
"Gentlemen … dinner is served."
The Titans entered the giant sushi bar, which was surprisingly busy even though it was well past midnight. There was a long row of seats along the bar that had been reserved for them and they were enthusiastically greeted by the staff, who shouted a welcome to them as they bowed.
What made the restaurant interesting was that a long conveyor belt came out of the kitchen and made its way around the huge bar. As it moved it carried all sorts of small plates that were laden with many varieties of sushi. Patrons would grab a dish that suited their fancy and remove it from the conveyor belt. The plates were color coded by price so when a patron was done eating the wait staff only had to tally the plates and the bar tab to come up with the bill. Aqualad frowned at the sight before him
"Beast Boy … I don't eat fish!" Aqualad complained.
"Neither do I dude, but they have other stuff too. They make some really good Chicken Teriyaki, or so I've been told. They also have some awesome Tofu dishes."
Cyborg was grinning from ear to ear as he began to salivate. "Now this is my kind of way to start the day!"
The young gaijins were the recipients of furtive glances by other patrons, especially since some of the strange foreigners, like Nightwing and Arsenal were wearing their masks. The changeling's green face also stood out, and with his sensitive ears he overhead someone say 'Beast Boy San'.
The young men were … young men and they ate steadily through the night, laughing and talking, remembering past missions, close calls and the pretty ladies they encountered over the years as they washed down their food with Japanese beer. Before they knew it the sun was rising and the bill was tallied up. As expected, it was massive, but well worth the price. The changeling pulled out his Dayton Industries American Express card, snickering as he imagined some poor accountant telling Vernon Questor that Garfield Logan charged a $3000 restaurant bill to the company card. And that was just the beginning … the day was still young. And Questor couldn't complain, Mento gave his son Carte Blanche for the trip … it was going to be one long remembered, if Garfield Mark Logan's plans turned out right.
The superhero team left the restaurant, and the staff boisterously thanked them and bid them farewell while bowing. As they exited they found a large, black, American stretch limo waiting for them. The driver was politely standing, waiting for them, and bowed before opening the door.
"So where are we going, B?" The tin man asked.
"The pièce de résistance is coming up, Cy. So hop in and get comfy. This magic carpet ride is only just getting started."
Once they all got on board the limo took off, merging into the traffic. Even though it was still early in the morning, rush hour had begun and the limo slowly made its way across the bustling metropolis, snaking its way through congested streets. The banter continued inside the luxurious vehicle, as the young men discussed the virtues of the women in their past. Even though it took an hour to reach their destination it went by quickly. Suddenly the limo pulled into a circular driveway and an elegantly dressed doorman opened the car and greeted them in a clipped English.
"Welcome to the Tokyo Convention Center."
Vic and Gar exited the vehicle. Cyborg frowned his confusion.
"The Convention Center? What is this, Tokyo Comic Con?"
"It's better than that, Chrome Dome … gents, if you'll follow me please."
Cyborg suddenly noticed that the limo was in some sort of VIP driveway. A young woman with a datapad met the changeling and after a brief exchange they followed her into the building. As they entered an electronic billboard overhead flashed a greeting in several languages. When it displayed it in English it said: "Welcome to the 2013 World Video Game Championships."
Cyborg's jaw dropped.
"Holy crap! I forgot that this was on this week! B, how did you score us VIP tickets?"
"I didn't get us tickets, Cy … I got something better."
"What are you talking about? What could possibly be better than VIP tickets?"
The petite hostess led them to a check in desk and politely bowed before leaving. A sign above the desk said: "Contestant Registration."
Cyborg's face paled. "Contestants? You mean we're in the tournament? No … freaking … way."
The changeling was savoring the moment. This was a universe away from the seedy Musk Ox Club where they took him over a year before, on his own bachelor party.
"I got you into the Rookie category. The rest of us aren't that good, so we're all in the Celebrity category."
"B … how did you pull this off? You got us in the tournament? This is the World Cup, the Olympics of video games. " Cyborg gasped in disbelief.
"Connections bro, it pays to have the proper connections … Dayton Industries makes the processor used in the new GameStation Futura, so we're an official sponsor. All I had to do was make a couple of phone calls and here we are."
"Garfield … I don't know what to say." Cyborg choked up.
"Today is about you, Vic; you don't have to say anything. We're celebrating you and the great times you and the soon to be Mrs. Stone will be sharing. But today you belong to us and we're celebrating this our way."
"B … thanks … I'll never forget this." Victor sniffled.
Garfield grinned. "Better than a strip joint, right?"
"Waaaaay better!"
Gar crossed his arms in a triumphant gesture. "Good! Now let's get registered, we have a full day of butt kicking ahead of us! We'll show these gamers what the Titans are made of."
-( - )-
At the same time, back in Jump City …
Raven's mobile phone rang. It was the phone she used for running Azarathia, but her store had been mothballed for months, so it wasn't anyone calling to place an order. She looked at the caller ID and saw that the call was from Verdant, the club she booked for that night's party.
"Hello, this is Raven."
"Hello Miss Raven, this is Steve Palermo, from Verdant. You remember me, right?"
"Of course I remember you. Is everything going smoothly for tonight's party?"
A small nervous laugh escaped from the man's lips. Raven winced … what bomb was this idiot about to drop on her?
"Everything is great … there's just one teensy little problem."
"I see, and what might that be?"
"It's the owner, he … how can I say this without offending you? He wants you to pay in advance."
"I already put down a $40,000 deposit."
"Yes, I know, and I'm perfectly comfortable with that. But the owner, when he found out … he wasn't too happy … Miss Raven, I gave you a great price … on a normal Saturday night we bring in over $100,000, so I'm already leaving money on the table … Mr. Vazquez wasn't too happy about that. Anyway, he wants you to pay in full or the party is cancelled … I'm so sorry."
"Raven fumbled in her jeweled belt. She never used credit cards, but Rita gave her a Dayton Industries credit card just the other day."
"I can give you my AMEX card over the phone."
"Mr. Vazquez said that he would prefer a cashier's check."
Raven groaned. Her schedule was already tight.
"I'll be right over."
At the other end of the line Steve Palermo hung up the phone and turned to his boss. "She's on her way with the check."
Jorge Vasquez grumbled. "I thought I told you to cancel the event, I'm gonna lose money."
"But think of the publicity." Palermo grinned nervously.
"I don't want that kind of publicity and I don't need it. Verdant is already the top club in town. All of these nerdy superhero chicks are just gonna foul up my reputation."
"Come on boss, there's no such thing as bad publicity. I called the press, there's gonna be reporters and some of those super hero ladies are real eye candy."
A faint humming sound was heard in the back ground.
"You mean like that gray witch? Steve, you know people don't come here for the music or the booze or even the hook ups. The come here for the drugs, this is the only place in town where you can get Wild Orgasm. Why do you thing all the young and pretty things come to my club and pay $100 just to get in? It ain't for the music or the watered down drinks. The last thing I need is to have my customers associate this place with those super hero freaks, if that happens, no one will come here anymore, not if we're charging $100 cover!"
"Then maybe you need to charge less." A gravelly monotone echoed in the room.
Raven stepped out of the shadows and walked up to Vazquez, slapping a $40,000 cashier's check into his hand.
"Miss Raven, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience." Palermo squeaked. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough." She replied tersely.
Vazquez did not betray a hint of nervousness. "So you overheard us talking about the club's new signature drink, the Wild Orgasm. The recipe is a secret, so I'm afraid that I can't share it with you."
"Spare me your lies."
"Are you going to arrest us?" Palermo asked.
"Shut up, you idiot, she's got nothing on us. We haven't done anything wrong or illegal."
"Wow, two lies in a single sentence, that takes skill." Raven droned in a bored voice. Secretly she was enjoying making the two men squirm. "Lucky for you, I need a party tonight … and I expect it to be memorable … without the help of Wild Orgasm. So no, I won't be arresting you … but … if I find out that your drugs are poisoning any school kids, I will personally level this place and send you to another dimension."
"You can't do that … you're bluffing!" Vasquez challenged her. "That would be illegal, and you Titans never break the law."
Raven smirked as she replied. "Haven't you heard? I'm retired; I'm not a super hero anymore."
She turned and began to walk away. "See you tonight, boys."
A portal opened and she vanished into its void.
-( - )-
A portal opened in the common room and Raven stepped out. Starfire, Jinx and Bumblebee were sitting on the couch, watching the giant TV. Jinx looked towards her.
"Where have you been?"
"Taking care of some last minute issues for tonight's party." Raven noticed the TV, which was on a commercial break. "What are you watching?"
"Have a seat, Raven, we found out where the boys went." Jinx replied,
Raven arched an eyebrow. "They're on TV? Don't tell me that Control Freak is on the loose again."
"He's still in jail." Bumblebee remarked. "This is legit, they really are on TV."
Raven sat down. "Would someone please tell me what's going on? Did they get into trouble again?"
Before anyone could reply the commercial break ended. The screen now showed the interior of the Tokyo Convention Center. A perky young female reporter was facing the camera.
"Hi! I'm Heather O'Neil! Welcome back to the World Videogames Championship here in beautiful Tokyo, Japan!"
"They went all the way to Japan to watch some nerds play video games?" Raven moaned. "For Azar's sake! Gar has two doctorates. He couldn't find something better than that for Cyborg's bachelor farewell?"
The perky reporter, who looked not a day older than eighteen, continued to babble on the screen. Bumblebee smirked as she replied. "Sit tight Raven, it does get better."
The sorceress gasped as the camera panned back, revealing that Heather had two companions. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"Here with me are two of today's competitors in the Celebrity Division: Everyone's favorite green Titan, The Changeling, also known as Gar Logan ..."
Beast Boy flashed one of his winning smiles to the camera.
"… And the mysterious Titan, the first Boy Wonder, now known as Nightwing … welcome to Tokyo, guys."
The interview continued as most interviews usually do, with easy, non-controversial questions. While she watched Raven learned that Gar and Dick were the only two Titans in the Celebrity division who were still in the running and had made it to the quarterfinals. She then learned that Cyborg was in a professional division and was holding his own as he too had made it to the quarterfinals.
"OK, now I know why Gar took them to Tokyo."
The reporter continued prattling with small talk, before wishing Nightwing good luck in his match against Simon Cowell, and Changeling in his match against Ashton Kutcher.
"What do you think, Raven? Pretty cool huh? The guys have a shot at winning." Bumblebee enthused.
"And if they do, we'll never hear the end of it." Jinx added.
"I don't see what the big deal is." Raven remarked. "They've all done great things, like saving the world, more than once. This is just a stupid video game tournament."
"It is the world championship." Starfire corrected her.
"Of video games!" Raven snapped back. "Why do they care?"
"You really don't understand guys, do you Raven?" Jinx teased her.
Raven frowned at the pink haired witch. "I understand them just fine. They're obsessed with sex, food and sports."
"And this is a sport!" Karen interjected.
Raven grimaced. "What!? No it's not … it's stupid video games! They're for pimply faced teen aged boys."
The three women on the couch burst out laughing. A dismayed expression appeared on Raven's face.
"Please tell me that you're joking."
Jinx continued speaking. "Raven, sometimes I think that guys like video games more than sex."
Raven shook her head. "Now I know you're full of crap."
Jinx laughed. "OK, maybe I'm exaggerating, but they really love these games. Are you telling me that Garfield doesn't play GameStation at all anymore?"
"Well … he does have one, and he does play with it … a lot … OK, you made your point."
"Quiet everyone! Richard's match is about to begin!" Starfire shouted.
-( - )-
The setting was a large ballroom, one that easily seated over 2000 people. At the far end of the room was a projection screen, which displayed the output of a GameStation console. Dick and Gar were the first to emerge from back stage. They fist bumped and Nightwing acknowledged the audience, which responded in a loud round of applause. Simon Cowell appeared next and after waving at the crowd they applauded a second time.
They were going to play a racing game. Grayson was aware of Cowell's prowess behind the wheel of real automobiles and wondered if it would be the same on a GameStation. Of course he was also a skilled driver.
The competition began. The rules of course were that there were no rules. Anything that the game allowed a player to do was considered fair play. Nightwing learned this early on when Cowell, in a deft maneuver, ran him off the road. Precious time was lost as Grayson scrambled to get his car, a Ford GT, back on the track. By that point Cowell's Aston-Martin seemed to have an insurmountable lead, but Grayson wasn't about to throw in the towel.
In a display worthy of the competitors in the professional divisions Nightwing steadily caught up with his opponent and when the final lap began he was just two car lengths behind his competitor. Cowell began to sweat as he took bigger and greater risks in each curve, almost losing control more than once but it was for naught as Nightwing finally caught up with him. The final curve was approaching and the audience was on its feet, cheering raucously. Grayson had the advantage as he was on the inside of the curve, and would no doubt pass Cowell and win. The Englishman knew his goose was cooked and threw caution to the wind as he had nothing left to lose. His car entered the curve far too hot and it began to spin as he lost all control.
Nightwing grinned triumphantly as victory was his. Cowell's car continued to spin, and that was when the Fates decided to frown upon Richard John Grayson. Cowell's car crashed into Nightwing's Ford GT, sending the car off the road a second time in the race. Before Dick could recover Cowell's car stopped spinning and he drove it across the finish line, winning the quarterfinal. Nightwing slammed his fist into the armrest of the recliner he was sitting on and threw his controller on the floor. Cowell leaped to his feet, and raising his arms he faced the cheering audience. Grayson was slower to rise, but in an act of good sportsmanship he offered his hand to the winner.
"Good race." He congratulated Cowell.
"Not bad for a yank." Cowell retorted.
"Not bad? I would have won had it not been for that lucky spin out of yours."
"Sure, you go ahead and believe that."
Nightwing decided to let it go and instead waved to the audience and bowed. They cheered even louder for him, much to Cowell's chagrin.
-( - )-
Raven was busy brushing her hair when Starfire, who was dressed and ready for the bachelorette party, entered her room. The alien had a scowl on her face, which Raven noticed.
"Starfire, let it go … it was just a dumb game."
"Simon Cowell is a cheater and is without honor."
Raven looked up at her friend. "Starfire, Simon Cowell had an affair with another man's wife and got her pregnant. Of course he has no honor or decency. Did you really expect him to play fair?"
"Richard was the legitimate winner." The princess grumbled.
"Yes, I know that."
"Garfield will beat the cheater in the final match … Raven, you and Karen will not stay and watch the finals? Cyborg is also in the final in his division."
"Robin and Bart promised to record it for me. I'll watch it tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Raven, this is your husband, he will be a world champion if he is victorious."
Raven stopped brushing her hair.
"Starfire, in case you have forgotten, we are the hostesses tonight and the party is in Karen's honor. Neither of us can miss it. And as far as for being a World Champion, as far as I'm concerned Gar already is a World Champion, and not in something as inane as video games."
Raven put her brush down and picked up her hand purse, which complemented her brand new gown. "Come on, it's time to go."
-( - )-
A steady stream of limos pulled up in front of the night club. A bright green sign proclaimed its name: Verdant. Starfire and Raven emerged from the limo, and were greeted by a barrage of camera flashes. The sound of pounding music seeped out of the club and synchronized search lights lit up the sky. Raven sighed, and hoped that this party was what Bumblebee was expecting. Several reporters peppered Starfire with questions regarding how she felt about her husband losing to Simon Cowell. The princess raised an angry finger, ready to give the tabloid journalists an earful about how her husband had been wronged, but before she could answer Raven dragged her inside the club.
Once inside the music was even louder. Raven frowned and became airborne, gliding over to the DJ, who was busy flirting with one of the waitresses.
"Must the music be so loud!?" She shouted.
"It's a club! What did you expect?" He shouted back.
Raven rolled her eyes. "Would you mind dialing it down?"
"You're not into parties, are you?"
She gave him one of her signature four eyed glares. "What gave me away?" She asked in a guttural voice.
The disk jockey flinched and turned down the volume.
"Thank you … you can crank it back up to 200 decibels after the dinner. I just thought it might be nice to be able to hear myself think while we toast the bride … have the waiters arrived?"
"The beefcake guys? Yeah, I saw them in the kitchen. Where did you find them? I mean, I've DJ'd a lot of parties in Jump and I've never seen these guys before. Damn, they're ripped. I'm sure you ladies will enjoy them. And not just because they're eye candy, if you know what I mean." He wagged his eyebrows.
"Shut up while you're still ahead." She growled at him before gliding away.
He glared at Raven's back while she flew to the main table, where Starfire, Jinx and Bumblebee were already seated.
"Super hero chicks, they're all the same … bitches who don't know how to have fun. Oh well, as long as I get paid, who cares?" He grumbled as he returned his attention to his turntables.
The club quickly filled up. Raven not only invited every adult female super hero in the Titans database, she also invited local celebrities and even a few from out of town. Karen was overwhelmed as she was congratulated by Hollywood starlets. Jinx wondered how Raven pulled it off. Sometimes it paid off to have Rita Farr as a mother in law. While she hadn't been an actress in years she still had some pull with many agents and other Hollywood heavies, who sent their clients and friends to the party.
But the best had yet to come.
Once everyone was seated the beefcake came to take their drink orders. Jinx had a dreamy look in her eyes as their waiter approached the table from afar. He was of course not wearing a shirt and she thought he had the most perfectly formed torso she had ever seen on a man. Every muscle was perfect and as far as anyone could tell the man didn't have an ounce of fat on his body.
"Raven, I don't know where you found these waiters, but all I can say is that I wish I was single. Please tell me they aren't all gay."
Raven drank a swig of ice water before answering. "As far as I know, none of them are."
Barbara Gordon, who had her face concealed behind a mask, stared at the approaching waiter with a lustful look on her face. "Fortunately, I am single, and I think that just maybe our waiter might get lucky tonight."
"Oh, really?" Raven smirked.
The waiter had dark hair, with a single strand of it was draped over his forehead. He was grinning as he reached the table.
"Good evening ladies. What can I get you to drink?"
Babs was leaning on the table, propped up by her elbows and had a stupid love sick look on her face, which vanished when she heard his voice. Her mouth betrayed the shock she was feeling and she bolted to an upright position.
"K-K Kal El?" She stammered.
"Nice to see you Barbara, I'm glad you could make it to Karen's bachelorette party. Now what can I get you to drink?" The Man of Steel asked with a smile on his face.
The women began to frantically look around the room. One by one they recognized the other waiters: Aquaman, the older Flash, The Green Arrow and the various Green Lanterns to name a few.
"Hello Kal-El." Raven greeted him. "Thank you for offering to help out with our party. I noticed that Bats isn't here."
Superman laughed. "Oh you know him; he always takes himself way too seriously."
Clark quickly took the drink orders from the stunned women and disappeared. Jinx glared at Raven.
"Is this your idea of being funny? How are we supposed to have fun with Superman and the rest of the Justice League here?"
"Oh don't you worry, what happens in Verdant stays in Verdant." Raven replied.
"Yeah, right! Barry's gonna tell Wally everything I do tonight! Who are you kidding … why do you have to be such a killjoy, Raven? It's a Bachelorette Party … we're supposed to behave badly."
Raven glared back at her. "Why? The guys are having clean fun in Tokyo, why are we supposed to behave like a bunch of sluts?"
Jinx howled in frustration. "Augh! You just don't get it!"
"No, I don't. You're a married woman, why is this so important to you?"
"When else can I have fun like this? Damn it, Raven, I wasn't planning on screwing anyone, I just wanted to let my hair hang down, but how can I do that with them watching?"
"If you are ashamed of letting your 'hair hang down', then maybe you shouldn't."
Jinx rubbed her temples. "You are such a prude, how is that even possible? You're half demon; you should be the queen of sluts, a first class whore. But no, you're the virgin ice queen."
"Whoa, whoa, let's all calm down." Bumblebee interjected. "I like what Raven did. I mean, think about it, not only is Superman our waiter, he even took his shirt off for us. I don't know about you ladies, but I'm really enjoying all of this eye candy. And since I'm getting hitched in a few weeks, that's all I really want, eye candy."
"Pffft!" Jinx snorted. "Another prude. You think you know your friends and they pull this crap on you."
"Oh come on, Jinx. You stopped being a bad girl when Wally won you over, why keep up the act?" Karen asked.
Superman returned with their drinks. He placed a Martini in front of Jinx, who consumed it in a single gulp. She waited for Clark to leave before answering. "Look … I'm happy with Wally, I really am, and I have renounced my old ways … it's just …"
"Just what?" Raven asked as she sipped her Cosmopolitan.
Jinx frowned. "It's a lot more fun being a bad girl ... way more fun."
Raven smirked. "Good girls have fun too."
"Like you would know."
"Oh, I do."
"Oh please, Raven, what would you know about having fun?"
The sorceress grinned. "You ever get laid on a beach, in broad daylight, completely exposed?"
Jinx recoiled at the remark. "What, you mean sex in public? Of course not! I'm not that kind of girl!"
Raven took another sip of her drink and smirked. "I have, more than once."
-( - )-
Of course Raven and Gar did it on their honeymoon, on their private island and beach, with no witnesses. Of course, Jinx doesn't know that.
The parties aren't over yet.
Will BB defeat Simon Cowell and restore the Titans' honor?
Will Cyborg win the Rookie Pro Division?
Will Jinx find a way to have fun?
And now, it's mailbag time. And thanks for the reviews.
Me – Thanks!
Shadico – I hope you're finding the parties to be fun.
Soulsurfer2112 – Thanks!
DeeThom – It is a touchy issue.
gabylokita41 – Was the tournament a surprise?
agent13 – So many names!
BartWLewis – I was inspired by a scene in the comics.
titanfan45 – I'm having too much fun with the parties. Will Raven ever be able to tame the girls?
The Cretin – Joey strikes me as being very old fashioned, a form of rebellion against his father.
JOHNXgambit – Gnarrk and Kole? That is wrong on so many levels!
Anoymous136 – Yes they are.
krostovikraven1 – I'll bet Victor eats a ton of sushi!
JasonVUK – It must have been hard for him to learn. In another story (not one of mine) the author had BB tell Starfire that nice guys don't care about a girl's past. I'm not sure in which universe that is true.
Kidstandout – Thanks!
Hairul The Nightrage Beast – That they are. Adeline was not Rose's mother.
Just a Reviewer – The ladies' party is just starting.
Bluedog197 – A lot is happening.
acosta perez jose Ramiro – Gracias, me estoy divertiendo mucho con la final de la historia.
SuperNolon – It's always fun!
Iskandar06 – Again, so many names!
Thowell3 – I promise that the final chapter will be fun!
grimcameko24 – Sometimes it makes sense to forgive and forget. And sometimes it doesn't. In their case it did make sense.
Stella de Oro – I like how this redo turned out much better. Thanks!