Titan's Tower, the famous residence of the Teen Titans. Now, while the original five are on a much needed vacation, a team of temporary Titans have filled the gap. Highspeed, the speedster, Nightphoenix, the dragon winged leader, Sorceress, the mystic spy, Roughhouse, indestructible powerhouse, and Darkwing, the raven winged healer.
"We rounded up the four thieves, but we couldn't stop a murdering beast, which is now still at large," Nightphoenix muttered, looking up at the two faces on the monitor. One was Robin, the other was a girl with dark brown/dark red hair, pale blue eyes and a fiery red and orange outfit.
"What kind of beast?" the girl, Firestorm, asked, small flames dancing in her eyes.
"Humanoid with gold eyes and wings. Fast enough runner to evade Darkwing when she flies," Nightphoenix sighed, her wings folded against her back.
"I'll ask Raven about it. Firestorm, ask Starshadow if she knows anything," Robin said, the girl nodding in response, before the screen went blank. Sighing, Nightphoenix turned away, looking to see Highspeed standing there.
"Well sis, Robin took it well that I let that thing get away," he said, a nervous grin on his face.
"Yeah, but then that thing wasn't human. The room's all yours if you want to talk to your girlfriend," Nightphoenix said, smiling faintly when her brother blushed a little. As she walked off, a girl with long midnight black hair, most covering her face, with violet eyes that seemed to be glowing, appeared on screen.
"Hey, want to go out on the city?" Sorceress asked as Nightphoenix walked through the corridors of the tower.
"Um, okay, is Darkwing coming?" Nightphoenix asked, shoulders falling when Sorceress shook her head. "Well, let's get going then," she said, following her friend.
Training room
Roughhouse liked the training room. In his experience, it was the only place where practice dummies and punch bags could withstand his strength. His fists were like blurs as they hit the padded punch bag, the sound music to his ears.
"Planning to put it through the wall?" Darkwing remarked, standing there in a pale yellow tank top, black tracksuit bottoms and white sneakers.
"Something on your mind? I can talk and train," Roughhouse muttered, pausing to look at his dark winged companion, before returning to his attack.
"Just thinking. There's been a report of a bounty hunter in the area, and I'm trying to think of any possible targets," she sighed, leaning back against the wall.
"Well, a good bounty hunter would know the Titans are outta town, so that rules them out. While there are plenty of rich people, there wouldn't be a need to hire a bounty hunter. I got nothing," Roughhouse sighed, breaking off his attack to look at Darkwing.
"Maybe some villain hired a bounty hunter to find something for him," Darkwing sighed, walking to a treadmill.
City rooftops
If there was one thing Highspeed loved doing, it was running across the city's rooftops, leaping from building to building and, if he felt like it, power dive towards the street below and then levitate before hitting. It also helped him think.
"What was that creature? Did Slade send it, or did one of Mumbo's tricks go wrong?" he wondered, stopping at the edge of a building. Before he could run off, he looked down to see trouble. "High school punks picking on someone? Guess I got nothing better to do," he sighed, jumping off the edge.
"Come on geek and geekette, where's our money?" sneered one of the bullies, obviously the group leader, as he faced a boy with dark brown hair and glasses and a girl with pale blond hair.
"Want it in pounds? I'd be happy to give it to you," the girl said, her voice shaky.
"Oh yeah? Give it here then!" the boy yelled, taking a step forward.
"I'll give it to ya, along with a few kicks," Highspeed taunted, landing between the group and their victims.
"Some freak in a costume, you've gotta be kidding," the group leader laughed, thrusting his fist forward as Highspeed disappeared.
"Want to say that again?" Highspeed whispered, appearing behind the boy with his back turned. When the boy turned, he was gone in a flash, along the group's victims.
Park
"You two okay?" Highspeed asked, looking at the boy and girl he'd just saved.
"Yeah, we're fine. Are you a Teen Titan?" the boy asked, sitting under the tree Highspeed had stopped at.
"Sorta. The main team's taking a much needed vacation, so I'm just helping fill the team's shoes," Highspeed answered, stretching his arms. "Here, take this. If those guys pick on you again, just hit the button and I'll be there in a flash. I need to head back to the Tower," he added, throwing a small black remote with a single red button to the boy and girl.
"Right, well I'm Simon, and this is Rea," the boy said, gesturing to the girl upon saying her name.
"Mine's Highspeed. See ya around," the speedster said, disappearing in a flash.
Later that day
In the main room of the Tower, Highspeed and Roughhouse were in the middle of a racing game while Darkwing read a book, occasionally glancing at the screen.
"And...pickin up the All-star!" Highspeed whooped, watching as Super Sonic blazed through the track, sending his opponents flying. Soon, Highspeed's racer was closing onto Roughhouse's.
"Is it just me, or when you two play that, you always pick Sonic and Knuckles," Darkwing sighed, watching as Highspeed finished in first with Roughhouse in close second.
"Just like you'd pick Shadow every time it's race night, Sorceress would pick Amy and Nightphoenix would pick Tails," Roughhouse retorted.
"So? Better him than Big," Darkwing snapped, her eyes flashing purple for a second.
"Wonder what Nightphoenix and Sorceress are up to anyway. Nearly dinnertime and they're not back," Highspeed asked, setting up another race. "Come on, good ol' Sonic vs. Shadow. You know ya want to," he taunted, holding up a second controller for Darkwing.
"Fine, one race," Darkwing sighed, grabbing the controller. Before the race could begin, the image of a girl with dark purple tinted dark hair with a yellow tipped fringe, blue eyes and an ocean coloured outfit appeared.
"Aqua! Nice to warn us," Roughhouse gasped.
"Sorry, just thought I'd call. Where's Nightphoenix and Sorceress?" Aqua mumbled, looking around the room.
"Out on the city. What's up at Titan's Elemental?" Highspeed asked.
"Nothing much, though Starshadow seems a bit on edge. She told me to warn you her ex-boyfriend might be loose," she mumbled, looking up when Nightphoenix and Sorceress walked in.
"Nice of you two to join us. What kept ya?" Roughhouse asked, receiving a small whack to the gut from Sorceress.
"Small time robbery. Apparently, there's now paperwork we need to sign when we bring in bad guys," muttered Nightphoenix, flopping down on the couch.
"Whoa, back up. Which government frakhead made that up?" Highspeed whined, eyes flashing a pale blue.
"Senator Glickson," spat Nightphoenix, arms folded.
"Now that's ridiculous. Almost as much as banning sweets cause they're a choking hazard. What's next, speedster speed limits?" Highspeed grumbled.
"There's too much dang paperwork. Everything has a form, and every form has a form. I'd rather just stick this new paperwork in Glickson's..." Aqua muttered, cutting off before she could finish her rant.
"Anyone up for a race night? Or shall we do karaoke? I'll cook dinner," Sorceress asked, moving into the kitchen area.
Outskirts of Jump City
"You let them see you?" questioned a man with light grey hair streaked with dark purple, yellow eyes and massive, deep purple dragon wings. He was wearing a purple breastplate, arm guards and shin armour with a darker purple under shirt and trousers.
"I'm sorry. I was feasting and the human screamed," the golden eyed winged creature stammered, kneeling before the man.
"Be thankful there are no half breeds in this time. However, these Titans still pose a significant threat. If they discover what you are, then no doubt will they find half breeds, even if they have to search back in time," the man said, his voice a deep rumble.
"Is that possible? How!" the creature gasped, fear plaguing its face.
"The half demon, Raven, has some power to manipulate time. I know for a fact that this can allow her to find and bring people from the past to the present. I doubt you'd want to face Teresa of the Faint Smile," he growled, now looking out over the city.
"No. What is it you propose to do?" the beast questioned, now rising to its full height.
"You and your kind will continue to feed when you can. Leave the Titans to me. They will fall to the might of Malefor," the man laughed, opening his mighty wings and taking off into the night.