Alright, so Villany didn't work. But I will find a way to own the Teen Titans! But until then, I still don't. I'm thinking about bringing in some of my favorite villains while I'm pretending to write a fan fiction. Thoughts? Ideas? Cameos people would like to see? I'm open to suggestions. My ideas are bound to run out sooner or later.
Crimson awoke rubbing his eyes and went directly into the kitchen of their underground lair. His eyes were barely open. He automatically went to the coffee pot and pressed the on button. It would be ready in a few moments, but until then he would try to catch another hour of sleep. He stayed up last night running through his mother's colleagues emails, trying to decipher codes or getting any bits of information at all.
The only emails he could get to weren't the important people in the Agency though. They were mostly accountants or janitors, whom many were in league against Agent Red which he found amusing. He'd even gotten a little bit of office gossip.
None of it was important to him though. He'd accomplished nothing but an invasion of privacy. And there wasn't even anything good to blackmail. Not that he would ever stoop so low...Anymore.
Through his eyes that were still halfway closed he noticed something else in the kitchen. A blue figure walked by.
His eyes snapped open.
"Morning," Adriana said. Her hair was tied up and it was obvious she was still wearing the same dark blue body suit from yesterday.
"What are you doing?" Crimson asked slowly making himself wake up, though his tired body was fighting against it.
"You know, Celestial? The winged girl? She's a genius," Adriana said as she opened the cupboard under the sink and took out a bucket, placed it under some running water. "I mean, not like a genius with an IQ of a thousand like you, braniac. She's...I don't know...Wise."
"What are you talking about?" Crimson said impatiently.
"She gave me a great idea and I think we can solve all our transportational needs," Adriana said.
"Transportational is not a word," Crimson pointed out purely out of habit. Adriana turned off the water and leaned her elbow on the counter.
"Are you going to pick at my grammar or listen?" she asked frustrated.
"Go on," Crimson allowed.
"I control ice," Adriana said. Crimson stared at her blankly and then cocked an eyebrow. "I can levitate ice. Do you see where I'm going with this?" Crimson blinked in realization.
"Oh..." he said. Adriana froze the water in the bucket and waved her hand upward. At the motion the cylinder of ice floated up in the air. She had a smart aleck look in her crystal blue eyes.
"Come on. Let me show you," she said. The cylinder of ice followed her as she headed toward the ladder in the main room, up to the surface. Crimson followed after her. They went up to the parking lot of the abandoned video store and the leader got a look at what the blue girl had been working on all night.
It was an ice sculpture replica of the Batmobile. Crimson was silenced in amazement.
Adriana took the ice up in the air, holding it mentally with her hand. She spread her fingers and the ice shattered into countless pieces. They went to various parts of the Batmobile, melting and merging into her brand new car.
"Naturally, I have a skill in ice sculpting," she said. She presented the ice car with wide arms. "I call it the Icemobile. Well, I don't think I will. That's kind of lame, but that's its name for now."
"This is incredible," Crimson admitted. Adriana blushed a slightly darker shade of blue. None of the team knew Crimson very well, but it was obvious the leader wasn't one for compliments. He walked up to it and viewed the inside poking his head in the window of the "car".
Adriana walked to the other side and poked her head in through the driver's side.
"It's not much. I've done much more complicated things before. The doors don't open of course. You can't really make hinges or springs out of ice, so you have to get in and out Dukes of Hazard style," she said. Crimson cocked an eyebrow.
"Dukes of Hazard style?" he questioned. Adriana backed up and jumped through the window to demonstrate.
"You need to watch more television," she said. Crimson mimicked her action.
"Or perhaps you need to watch less," he retorted getting in the passenger side. Adriana held out her hand towards the window. The car-shaped ice block rose in the air. She took her other hand and shot it out in the forward direction.
The car jerked forward in the air. Adriana closed a fist and spun it in a circle. The car did a three-sixty in the air, throwing Crimson against the side. It came to an abrupt stop. Adriana put her hands down and lowered the car into a parking spot. She looked over to Crimson to find him stiff as a board, clinging to the passenger seat, but still composed if even just barely.
"Consider that payback for the cab ride," she said with a wink. Then she hopped out of the window of the car and back to the hideout with a little swagger in her step and a smile on her face. Suddenly Ghost popped his head over the pavement frightening Adriana who was about ready to put her foot where his face was.
"Pack it up, guys! Bird girl had a vision."
"This is Agent Red," said the woman in her trademark black suit and skirt as she spoke on her cell phone. You'd never know by looking at her she was a mother at all, but the sound of her voice might give it away.
"We read you," said Crimson ever at the ready.
"Third Washington Bank. One minute," she said.
"One minute?"
"No. Now its fifty-seven seconds," she said with a smile on her lips. Agent Red clapped her phone shut. She walked out of the bank with her coy walk. It was interesting seeing what tricks her son had when it came to hacking. He was decent, as usual, but hardly enough to get through her firewalls.
She walked into the coffee place seeing as she had a few minutes and there was no line.
"Triple shot, nonfat nondairy latte. Don't skimp on the sugar," Red said automatically. She looked up from her wallet and saw the barista cock her head to the side.
"Are you Red?" she asked.
Agent Red became suspicious.
"Why?"
"Your son already ordered for you," said the server handing her exactly what she had ordered. Only there was something different about it. She opened the lid and found the usually hot liquid completely frozen. She whipped around and saw the team sitting at the table. Crimson with a smirk on his face, Adriana waved her fingers in a subtle mock greeting, and Ghost had his head down on the table drooling a bit.
Celestial gently nudged him with her elbow.
He woke with a start.
"What? Is she here yet?" Ghost asked wiping his mouth with his arm. Agent Red narrowed her eyes.
"Very funny," she said. "I said the bank. Not the coffee shop."
"We still have thirty seconds," Crimson said looking at his watch. "Let's go team. Coffee break is over." The four teenagers walked up and went next door. Agent Red followed them and stopped in the lobby.
"Not bad," she said.
"Give us the frequencies," Crimson responded immediately. His mother was grateful that her cell phone buzzed in her hand. Agent Red answered her cell phone and listened. The team looked at each other, all of them smiling, even Crimson. Defying his mother's expectations always seemed to make his day.
Agent Red clapped her cell phone shut and spun on her heel.
"After you take care of the super psycho on 6th," she said. Crimson shrugged.
"Sounds good to me. I expect the frequencies to be completely operational," he said. Agent Red gave him a warning look that signaled him to stop with his boasting. He'd had his fill so he complied.
"Awesome," Ghost said with a laugh. All four walked outside. Out of pure curiosity, Agent Red followed them with her eyes. Outside she saw something odd parked in a parking spot. A block of ice.
Agent Red grinned.
"That's my boy," she whispered under her breath.
Nothing like a little parental angst. Wouldn't you agree?