Hi everyone! I was going to wait until like, Sunday to post another fic, but couldn't stay away. Disclaimer: same
Richiard hid in the back of his cabin, having narrowly avoided being beaten to a pulp. After about an hour, the savages had given up their search, instead started in on a smaller child just beginning combat training. He instead got up and ran a small comb through his helmet hair. His best friend had always teased him about his hair. While everyone else's was blond, with the exception of the Elders, who were usually so old they had grey or white hair. His was jet black, with parts of it framing his face, other parts nearer to his bright green eyes. Yet another reason to be tortured, he thought.
"Titans, go!" Robin was heard yelling out the window as the mass movement began to any means of transportation whatsoever. Nobody but Robin and Cyborg knew what was going on, so anyone can imagine the mass hysteria as Titans pushed and shoved all the way to the park.
When the team got there, and saw Cinderblock, they immediately erupted in "That's not possible"s and "What the hell"s. This continued until Robin launched a small explosive at the villain, causing him to become slightly irritated.
"Hay Buuuuudy!" Flamer yelled to his best friend as he woke him up by flipping him off the bed. "Muuuuurrrrrrr" Richiard said, still trying to grasp sleep. "Nope, sorry. We, are going to the lake and finally get YOU a date" he said, grinning mischievously. Flamer was always a lady killer, but Richiard preferred reading to women, So he was slightly relieved when Tomarus, the messenger of the Elders, came to him.
Richiard walked through the mausoleum like building of the Elders' Den, Wondering what unexplained thing happened to him. Once, there was a time when he had gotten mad, and coincidentally, kinda set the armory on fire. He had been sent directly from the Elders to the hole, a deep, dark, form of punishment in which you are forced to dig a 15 foot hole and then stay there for 15 hours. No food, no water.
He heard the booming voice of Elder Dragonair as he got away from the door.
"RICHIARD, WE HAVE FOR YOU YOUR FIRST QUEST." Richiard couldn't believe it. Every follower over the age of 15 was assigned a quest. He was 16 now, and never went on one. "Where do you wish me?" Richiard asked, eager to begin. "YOUR QUEST? TO RESEARCH AND DESTROY. YOUR AREA? JUMP CITY. YOUR TARGET? A TEEN GROUP CALLED THE TEEN TITANS. YOU WILL BE RETRIEVED TO BE BRIEFED TOMORROW."