Blanket Disclaimer: Poison Tonic LX does not own the Teen Titans or any characters therein. Don't sue her, please, because if you do I won't have a home anymore…-Ralph, the muse
He smirked. He knew where he had 'disappeared' to, of course, but seeing the 'perfect beings' so surprised and confused was really quite amusing.
Three growled as he looked around. "Little peasant disappeared…" He muttered angrily.
"It doesn't matter, Clone! Your fight's with me!" The boy with black hair said, causing an explosion next to Three when he threw out his hands again.
His smirk turned into a frown. He had actually been getting a rush, and this kid decided to get a conscience and interrupt! Darned do-gooders!
"Fine!" Three stepped out of the dust. "Stupid lesser being must've gone to lick his wounds."
His frown turned into a full blown scowl, and he threw himself out of his hiding place (the very pile of debris he'd been trapped under a few moments before) and onto Three.
"'Lick his wounds' this, you arrogant piss-off!" He said, bringing his bo-staff down hard across the boy's face. "Why doncha take your 'perfect' attitude and stuff it up your—" He cut himself off as he ducked below Three's counterattacking punch.
"You little half-rate human, you hit me!" Three yelled, both angry and disbelieving at once.
"That was the idea—too advanced for your oh-so-perfect brain to comprehend?" He asked as he twirled his bo-staff with his fingers.
"Shut up!" Three threw his hands out, probably to try blowing him up again, but this time a dark shield wrapped around him, keeping the explosion from hurting him at all. "What—?"
"I didn't feel like watching you bash him around anymore, Your Perfect-ness." The Sorceress said with a smirk, hands and eyes glowing as she kept the shield up.
"Thanks, but I've got this." He said, punching Three while the boy was looking at her.
"We're a team, Red. This is what we do." Cyborg said. "BOOYAH!" He shot his cannon off at the cluster of three brown headed boys who had been watching the proceedings.
He muttered unintelligibly (and none-too-kindly) under his breath and moved to block another kick compliments of Three, who looked even angrier than before by this point.
"Why won't you…stay dead?" Three demanded as they traded punches and kicks.
"I'm like a bad penny, Threesie—I always come back!" He replied, clipping the boy's shoulder with his staff and grunting when the retaliation caught his stomach.
"Three!" One of the other brown haired boys called. "Fall back! We'll report to the Head and come back for Prime later!"
"I'm not leaving until this upstart is dead, Four!" Three snarled.
"Three, fall back now!" Another of them said, voice holding a tone of authority that refused to be ignored or disobeyed.
"Fine!" Three sneered at him. "I'll be back to finish this later, peasant!" And the four brown haired boys disappeared, leaving behind only a dust trail to indicate where they'd gone.
"Lookin' forward to it, Threesie." He said to the trail, breathing hard and running a hand through his sweaty hair. What a rush! Cyborg hadn't been exaggerating!
"You a'ight, Rush? You took a couple of hard blows there." Cyborg said, concerned.
"I probably look worse than I feel." He shrugged, wincing at the sharp pain in his shoulder blades. "Don't worry about it—I'm fine."
"You aren't fine." The Sorceress said disapprovingly. "Your 'rush' just hasn't worn off yet."
"But Friend Raven, how can Friend Rush's rush do the wearing off?" The Dolt asked, confused. "Will he become someone else?"
"She means the adrenaline rush, Star. Not him." The Kid explained.
"This wouldn't have happened if you'd just minded your own business." The black haired boy finally spoke up. "I told you not to interfere!"
"Dude, we're superheroes!" The Comic Relief laughed. "It's our job to interfere—especially when you're destroying our town!"
"And now he's hurt!"
"Comes with the territory. I've been through worse." He waved it off, cringing as the full extent of his injuries began to kick in.
The Sorceress landed beside him. "Take off your shirt so I can heal you." She said.
"You sure you don't just want to see me topless?" He asked as he did as she'd told him to, and yelped as she pinched the skin of his arm and twisted.
"I'm sure." She replied as she placed her hands over his chest, the others grimacing as they saw the multitude of nasty bruises beginning to appear on his skin.
He let out a sigh as her magic eased away the pain and stretched, noticing the blush that colored her cheeks beneath her hood when he did that despite her earlier statement. "Thanks."
"Mmhmm." She turned to the boy. "So, who are you, who were those other boys, and why were you destroying our town?"
"Name's Maxwell." The boy said. "Those other boys were…well, sort of clones of me, and they were trying to recapture me so their boss can make more clones. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Hello! I am Starfire!" The Dolt greeted, capturing the boy in one of her (literally, he knew from experience) bone-crushing hugs. "It is a pleasure to meet you! Will you be my new friend? What is your favorite color? Why do you not answer my questions?"
"Because you're squeezing the life out of him." He said, mouth twitching. Apparently, she really did go through this every time she met someone new…interesting…
"Oh! I apologize!" She said, releasing him.
The boy took a deep gasp for breath, sending him a grateful look, which he shrugged off. He and the Titans waited for the boy to recover.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, too…Starfire." The boy said, giving her a hesitant smile. "I…guess I can be your friend. And my favorite color is blue."
"Glorious, New Friend Maxwell!" She exclaimed, delightedly clasping her hands together.
"Ah…"
"You get used to her." Cyborg clapped the boy on the back. "I'm Cyborg."
"And I'm Beast Boy!" The Comic Relief said enthusiastically. "The chick in the cape is Raven, the guy who was badmouthing those other dudes is Rush, and—"
"And I'm Robin." The Kid finished for him, offering the boy a hand. "We're the Teen Titans."
The Original took the hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, too."
"Hugs and kisses all around." He said. "We're going out for pizza. Join us?"
"I don't—"
"Who said we were going out for pizza?" The Kid asked, frowning.
He rolled his eyes. "Starfire did—four hours ago. Your memory that bad, Wonder Boy?"
"Please, don't fight because of me." The Original interrupted. "I can't go anyways—I need to leave before those Clones come back."
"You have to leave?" The Dolt said, bottom lip trembling.
"If that's the only reason you're leaving, then by all means: stick around. I'm looking forward to another match against Threesie." He said as he smirked excitedly at the thought, although the fact that he was actually agreeing with the Dolt disconcerted him slightly.
"You'll only get hurt again. He might kill you next time."
"In case you didn't notice, I was holding my own quite well. Besides, at least I won't die bored." He said with a shrug. "Guy's pretty amusing, for a pompous blow-hard."
The Original gave him a weird look. "You're an odd person, Rush."
"I'll take that as a compliment." He smirked. "Now then, come along like a good little boy and have pizza with us, or poor Starfire might cry her little eyes out all night long—and you wouldn't want to cause such a pretty girl to cry, would you?"
"Umm…"
"Dude, c'mon! They won't come back today!" The Comic Relief said.
"But…"
"You ain't getting away 'til you eat pizza with us." Cyborg said, grabbing one of his arms.
He grabbed the other arm. "Never argue against free pizza, Maxwell, my friend."
The Original sighed. "Alright…I guess."
"Let us go to consume the round circular disc of cheesy goodness!" The Dolt said.
"Pizza." He said to the Original, who looked as confused as he'd felt when she'd said it earlier.
"Oh." The Original sighed again. "Let's go then…I guess…"
He smirked. He rather liked the Original. Maybe this kid would stick around…
And he'd get to see someone else go through the 'Breakfast Brawl'.
(THE RUSH)
A/N: Maxwell and Clones One-Four are the creations of my good friend OmegaPrime12187, who also drew some WONDERFUL pictures of his characters and Rush for your enjoyment!
Rush:
http/ www. geocities. com/ puertorican12187/ extra/ images/ teentitans rush. jpg
Max:
http/ www. geocities. com/ puertorican12187/ extra/ images/ teentitans omegaprime. jpg
The Clones:
http/ www. puertorican12187/ extra/ images/ teentitans omega.jpg
Just take out the spaces! Thanks Fugyre (inside joke)! I hope you liked his characters and will continue to do so, and I hope my portrayal didn't suck…;