Post-Credits Scene!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or anything related to Teen Titans. Unfortunately.
A/N: Quick note. I wrote this epilogue mostly as a fun way to phase out of this project, like a wrap party or just kind of a…way to goof off after getting to the end of it. It's light, as canon as you want it to be, etc. If you just want the end of the movie, that's about it. Apart from the actual epilogue, which will post as its own chapter. I want to thank everybody who got here for, well…getting here. I wasn't sure I would ever finish this, but if I'm being honest, it was the emails from the site about people leaving comments and following the story, etc., that kept the thought in my mind. So, thanks. If you read this far, I hope you got as much as out of it as I got out of writing it. Thanks, everybody.
Cyborg had made it a point to let Robin know that, with the surrounding energy levels back to normal, he could open a portal to get them home whenever they wanted. Robin had acknowledged, but had yet to issue the order. For now, he just stood there, like they all did, seemingly content to do so.
Near the edge of the outcropping, Raven sat with Jinx alongside her. Jinx hadn't said anything more. No one had. She supposed they were waiting for her to be the one to break the silence, and she supposed she probably would, whenever she figured out what to say. Her mind replayed the last few days, all the strangeness of it, the breakneck crescendo that had found them all back in her father's home dimension surrounded, whether they could see them or not, by the ghosts she would carry inside her until she could find a way to truly bring them peace. After all that, what was the right thing to say?
A tap on her shoulder, and she looked up. A man she didn't recognize looked down at her in his button-down shirt and blue jeans. He handed her a folded slip of paper. She took it.
"What—" she made to ask, but he cut her off, politely and with a smile, but as though in a hurry.
"Hey, I-I'm sorry. I'm really just here as a favor to Ryan, okay?" He pointed one thumb behind them. "I'm, uh— I'm gonna go hit up craft services before they run outta the good muffins. You know the ones. Good to meet you." With a tip-of-the-hat type nod, he made his exit through, it turned out, an ankh-shaped portal halfway down the path.
Beast Boy looked back and forth a few times, confused. "Was that…?"
Jinx gave a nod at the slip of paper.
Raven opened it and read it aloud. "You met me at a very strange time in my life." She considered. That worked, she supposed. As good as anything, anyway.
"Well…should we…?" Cyborg pointed a thumb at the portal.
Nothing else to say or do, the group walked down together and passed through.
Titans' Tower—and thumping, upbeat house music—awaited them on the other side. A man in red and black snagged a mic from the impromptu stage setup in the tower's common area, the Justice League guests still situated around the couch.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Deadpool, and this is the Hermes House Band! Let's hear it for the happy couple! Come on! Don't be shy! You know you know the words!" He laughed, hanging his head some and shaking it in a you-wacky-kids fashion. "Ah… Take me home, indeed."
"Woah, woah, woah." Beast Boy put on the breaks, whipping out a comic book and leafing quickly through the pages. "Wait a minute. You're not even in this—"
Deadpool popped up alongside him, ruffling his hair and unceremoniously tossing away the comic book. "Silly green rabbit-child, I'm in whatever em dash I want to be." He leaned in close. "And you can be, too. Don't let anyone tell you different. And the green." He pinched a few fingers together and kissed them. "Definitely your color." He patted Beast Boy on the shoulder before moving on to Raven.
"Uh…thanks?" Beast Boy managed.
"Hey!" Deadpool said jovially to Raven, bringing her round with an arm over her shoulders, and then in hushed tones, "Look, I— I'm sorry about the band. We wanted the girl who did This Is Me, but she's just so busy. You know how it goes. Fun fact: this song? I'm actually on it. 'Are you ready to party?' guy, right here." He pointed a thumb at himself before returning to normal volume. "Anyway, congratulations! Love the outfit, by the way. Much better than—"
Jinx raised a finger in an attempt to get a word in.
"And you!" Deadpool switched to her in a flash. He looked her up and down with a laugh. "Well you're…you're like a totally different person, aren't you? Good for you." He pinched her cheeks. "I'm so proud of you. Don't you ever let anyone put you in a box."
"Okay, that's enough," Robin cut in. "I don't know who you are or how you got in here, but—" He made to take the stranger's hands to cuff him, but stumbled when the man touched something on his belt and vanished.
Deadpool appeared behind him with a slap on the back that knocked him to the floor. "Oh, you. Let's be honest. When have I ever listened to a stoplight? Find me later, though. I've got some costume redesigns. For you girlfriend? You're gonna love 'em. Okay, folks. That's all I've got. Thanks for comin' out. Hope everybody had a good time." He waved and struck a hands-on-hips superhero pose. "And remember: something, something, something…who we want to be. Really makes ya think, doesn't it? Goodnight, everybody!"
And as the music played on in Titans' Tower, several alternate Ravens found themselves in the presence of a strange man in red and black, who could not die, and who would not leave until they clapped, however unenthusiastically, along to the chorus.