SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I tried to make it up to you with this chapter...but...
Here is Chapter 2. Now, just so you know, I do read comics. However, I decided to not write this word-for-word, so this fic is kind of my take on what happened. Sort of like how Cheshire didn't really die when Lian was two, but it's essential to this story, so yeah. Also, I wanted to show off my knew-found knowledge of what AM and PM means, so I hid one of the two in the story. If you find what it stands for, tell me in a review and you get a prize!
Also, I'm sorry that I was not able to reply to everyone's reviews. The reason chapter One was so short was because I didn't want to give everything away.
BTW, this is told in third person.
One last thing: I made a reference to you, Seraephina!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
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Now
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it
pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It
goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major
lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
-Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
"Alright then, ready to go? Good! See you in two months, bye!" She yelled after him, hastily closing the door. He sat on the ground, rubbing his back from where she had forced him out of the Tower.
"Ow, that hurt! You'd think she wanted me out of the house!" Speedy looked down at his suitcase and picked it up. Suddenly, he groaned. "Aw man, I forgot my-" He was cut off by Bumblebee opening the door and handing him some money.
"Here is forty dollars. Replace whatever it was that you forgot," With that, the door slammed shut again.
"Okay than. I was going to say that I forgot my bumper sticker that says, 'Go Speedy!' on it, but I don't drive a car anyway, so I guess I don't need it. Oh well, free money for me!" He said, smiling idiotically and hoping that she hadn't heard him. He didn't really want to give the money back.
He strolled over to his motorcycle and, after securing his suitcase with some rope and a few pieces of duct tape, sped away.
Speedy had been honored with being chosen for one of the most important missions in the world. His job was to go undercover as a villain named Arsenal and seek the trust of the infamous assassin Cheshire. He had faced her before when he was fighting the Brotherhood of Evil, but she had escaped when everyone else was busy freezing the other villains.
It had seemed easy enough, for he was a very skilled archer. He was quick on his feet and could string a bow faster than anyone you'll ever meet. Nothing was going to get in the way of being famous. He was positive.
It had taken him almost a month to find her, but after all of that time, he finally arrived at his destination-Paris. The City of Lights truly did live up to its name, with all sorts of bright signs and street lamps illuminating the entire city. He had to somewhat question why she had picked to stay in France, but he had assumed it was some manner of reverse-reverse psychology. Since all of the villains had left Paris, maybe she had stayed, thinking that no one would look for her there.
Either that or she was on an assassination mission, but he put that thought out of his mind.
He arrived at an apartment complex. An apartment had been generously provided for him, seeing as he was going to help rid the world of and infamous assassin. He was tired from the long travel he had just endured; he had rode to an airport, flew on a plane, had to wait five hours because the plane lost his suitcase, and finally drive his motorcycle halfway across the biggest city he'd ever been in.
He un-duct taped his suitcase, and dragged it up four flights of stairs, not even noticing the elevator. He pulled out his key, and opened the door to the room, barely having time to close it again before he fell over in exhaustion.
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Earlier that same day, a young woman named Jade bustled through the city, carefully avoiding pedestrians and bystanders. She carried a large portfolio, as well as an outdated cell phone that still seemed to do the job. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but a few hairs fell out of place and landed in her face. She had been working all day undercover, and because of how she was raised and the people who raised her, she had become paranoid, thinking that everyone was out to get her. As a result, whenever she got home before dark, she would carry around a large bundle of items that had absolutely no meaning to her whatsoever, but seemed to give off the impression that she was a middle class woman with a good, well-paying job.
She reached her apartment building, struggling to keep hold of her packages, and found a key hidden in the bottom of her shoe. She had not had time to change clothes today, so she adorned a long, brown overcoat covering her outfit. Sure, that was not the safest thing for an assassin to do in plain sight, but then again, what she was carrying must have weighed a thousand pounds, and any one who tried to capture a glimpse of the white and green suit would need x-ray vision or super-strength.
She slipped the key into the keyhole and silently slipped into her room. After she dropped her large bundle onto the floor, she locked the door and sank down onto her couch, too tired to even think about being hungry, let alone cook something for herself. Normally she would have reviewed the day, worked on what skills she had to master, and contacted her several clients to see if they might have a job coming up for her in the near future. However, she could only muster up enough strength to roll over on the couch and drift off to sleep.
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The next morning, Speedy, or, should I say, Roy Harper, woke up feeling terrible. Sleeping on the floor was not only bad for his back, but wasn't very clean, either. The floor looked as if it hadn't been vacuumed in days. He would have to talk to the landlord about that. In the meantime, he would just borrow a vacuum from one of his neighbors. He got dressed, and, after yelling at himself for not removing his mask earlier in case someone was spying on him, opened his door and walked over a few feet to the next one. The room read 932 in bold letters. Seeing as there were only about seventeen rooms in the entire apartment, he had begun to wonder why her room wasn't number 14 or 15 when an old man, probably in his eighties, walked by.
"Listen to me, sonny," his voice shook a little and he seemed to be out of breath, "There is a girl who lives behind that very door, and she is nothing but bad news. I done seen it with my very eyes! She's a cat-woman!" he flailed his arms above his head, before suddenly stopping. His eyes grew wide, and he began to shiver, pointing at the door. Roy turned and looked at it. However, nothing had changed about it. It was just an ordinary, incorrectly numbered door. He turned back to the old man, who was suddenly back to normal. Well, however normal that guy could get.
"You know," he said, smiling, "I used to be a pretty good swimmer. In fact, one time, I swam so deep that I found Spongebob Squarepants, and we all went to the Krusty Krab and had Krabby Patties!" he exclaimed. Roy looked down the hallway both ways, trying to find someone who was pulling some sort of prank on him. When he found no one, he turned to the old man.
"Are you okay?" He asked. The man looked around furiously.
"Where am I? How did I get here?" He asked, rubbing his head, "I think I'm losing my mind." He turned around and left, not hearing Roy mumble the words 'no kidding' under his breath.
He turned and knocked on the door. However, whoever lived there must not have been home at the time. He sighed and went back to his apartment, gathering the things he needed to search for Cheshire. Right as he was about to leave, he remembered what that crazy old man had said about a cat lady living next door to him. That could have meant one of three things. A. The guy was crazy, B. The lady next door to him loved cats and owned way too many of them, or C. He got lucky and lived next door to Cheshire. Sure, you would have t be crazier than the old guy to believe anything that he said, but it was convincing enough to take the day off and have a look around town.
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Her alarm clock blared. She reached out towards it, trying to find the snooze alarm, but accidentally turned the alarm itself off. She sighed, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. As usual, it was four ante-meridium, and she was beginning to think that it was way too early of a time to get up every single morning, but she did it anyway. She stood and stretched, looking down at her uniform. She grimaced; it smelled horrible, but she didn't have time to wash it today. Besides, the only thing she had on her agenda for the day was to meet up with a client and discuss what she was to be doing for the next month of her life.
Secretly, she wished for a career change, but there was so much anger and so much to fuel her hatred, that she couldn't help but take it all out on those who had hurt her, and those lucky people happened to be every single member of society.
They were the rich mothers taking their children to high class schools and buying them whatever they wanted.
They were the fathers that came home every day at five post-meridium with bags of jellybeans for their young children.
They were even the grandmothers who sat on their porch, day after day, and knitted socks and underwear and scarves and little booties for grandchildren who were in their teenage years and hats and mittens and stuffed animals and dresses and the list could go on and on.
There was only one person she would not take her anger out on, and she had not met that person yet. All she wanted was one person who could convince her that she was more than all of this, which deep down she knew she was. Just one person on her side, doing things for her that would not harm her in any way, would make her happy. Someone who, after all she and done, and all she had gone through, who would care.
She feared that she would never find that person.
Once again, sorry for the long wait, and sorry if it got a little sappy or rushed.
Also, just to re-announce it, if you are the first person to tell me what AM and PM stand for in your review, then you get a prize! The best part it that not only are they conveniently in this chapter, but it might mean me updating faster if you review!
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