Titans Falling
by Rigel7Sold
chapter one: Brisbane Burns Tonight
disclaimer: All this? Don't own none of it, except for the Night Terror. All clear? Brilliant. Enchoy.
Psimon Jones sits quietly in his Ivory Tower- in reality an abandoned apartment building in some forgotten corner of the City - where he thinks. To Psimon, thinking is being. You see, simply by thinking an occurance, he can chance it to happen. In recent months, he has used this ability sparingly. No, his time is spent thinking. The Brotherhood failed. Miserably. It wasn't even funny and it never would be. Psimon had little tolerance for failure; He briefly toyed with the idea of murdering all others involved with the Brotherhood, thus eliminating any proof of its existance, but decided it too much trouble. He knew where the Brotherhood had gone wrong. they underestimated Beast Boy, to be certain. But they underestimated Robin the most. Especially at the end. Among the party sent to capture Robin was the Night Terror. God, Psimon thought, did Robin do a number on him. Word is, NT will never walk again.
The Brotherhood's biggest problem, however, was the fact that only the Brain had any real authority over the goings on. He might as well have done it himself. And, of course, the membership was far too crowded. Psimon thought it extremely awkward to be on the same team as Mammoth, as little more than two years prior Psimon had tried to kill him with a spear. Nailed Mammoth straight through the head, Psimon remembered, and yet the rube lived yet still. Psimon realized that he had allowed himself to be sidetracked, and promptly forbade himself from eating for another week. Robin, or as Psimon liked to call him, Richard (for Psimon is a telepath of the highest order, and takes care to know his enemies) vexed Psimon so much that he'd rather not talk about it with anyone but the man himself. Recalling the Night Terror's tragic fate, Psimon realized that Richard was not afraid of the Brotherhood at all, though they outnumbered him about Sixty Five or so to one.
How can he not be afraid? Is he not human? Has he no soul? Psimon's thought whirled about his domed skull. Himself a former psychiactric student, Psimon sought a cause for this... Perhaps the traumatic experience of witnessing his parents fall to their deaths, or the dreadful work and toil and what have you regiment enforced upon him by Bruce Wayne. Psimon thought on the subject for hours on end. Coming to a conclusion that he would later describe as "Brilliant beyond the dreams of Heisenburg," Psimon's lips curled into a wry smile. He arose from his thinking position and spoke aloud, projecting the thought as he spoke.
"You aren't a hero at all, are you, Richard? No. Real heroes make a choice. You were never given one."
At roughly the same time, Kommand'r, alias Blackfire, is furtive.
Blackfire never understood why she was so reviled. Why petty theft landed her a stint in prison, albeit brief. But her thoughts were focused more on survival now than anything else. She drifted towards Earth, hoping to seek help and shelter among those who had once called her a friend.. The Spider Guild, she had found, killed her brother, Ryand'r. When she repayed the killer in kind, she upset the Guild, enough for them to put out an all points bulletin. She was now a fugitive, for the Guild held sway on many many planets. The bounty for her was obscenely high, and could only be collected if she were dead. She had a close call on Uxor, where she was horrified to find exactly what sort of hunters were chasing her. The jourey to Earth would be frought with peril... if she were careful. If not, she could get to Earth in half the time. The time for caution is over, she thought. It's time to make this right.
In Jump City, the sewers will run red, thinks the X. No, not the X... The Red Hood. The old name and identity were maddeningly awful, winking nods to the boy the Hood so despised. Robin will learn, undoubtedly. Yes, the Red Hood will teach him what happens when you screw around with people. To the Red X, it was a game. But the Red Hood is done playing games. If I want him, I'll just have to get him. Then I'll show him what's what, In Jump City, the sewers will run Red, thinks the figure.
And then there was Mammoth. Baran felt weak after the Brotherhood debacle. He had been beaten by those little rats, again, and the most important thing in his life was removed from it. He had become reasonably quiet in times recent, but would still complain from time to time, going on long tirades about precisely what he would do were he able to get his hands on Kid Flash. He comforted himself by thinking up a pretty decent way to leave a lasting imprint on the Titans, whom he was positive never thought much of him. Selinda, he remembered, would be here soon. She would know what to do. Yes. Mammoth recalled what Robin said the first time the HIVE defeated the Titans: "This isn't over." Mammoth pondered the statement, and concluded that Robin was right. It wasn't over.
It still isn't.
Chapter one End
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