Who exactly does own the Teen Titans? Because I don't, but I would like to.
Crimson was alone in the main room while Adriana and Celestial settled in the new super strong member. He picked up his cell phone from the keyboard and speed dialed a number. He waited calmly observing the chip in his other hand. He swallowed hard and let go of his normally flawless posture to lean against the desk.
"This is Red," said the woman.
"The culprit is not a culprit at all. It's a child, maybe around seventeen or sixteen. He was being controlled by this," he said holding up the chip for a picture. He waited a moment for his mother to receive it. "Or so he says."
His mother swore. "This is not good."
"You recognize the technology as well," he verified.
"It seems as though he's found us. Keep on your guard. Send the chip to the lab so we can analyze it as soon as possible. We don't know if it was scheduled to self destruct," Agent Red said. Crimson placed the chip in plastic tube which went in a suction chute connected to the agency. "Does your new friend know anything?"
"No. He knows nothing. It seems as though he has no memory at all," Crimson said obviously suspicious.
"I don't buy that for a moment. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer," Agent Red said. "Let him stay with you. Warn the rest of the team to keep an eye out for him as well."
"I don't want to tell them about him. We all know each of us has their own past, but we won't invade each other's privacy by digging into it," Crimson argued.
"They must know what they're up against," Agent Red demanded. "You tell them about your father and that is final. Do you understand me, son?" Crimson clenched his jaw in frustration. Once again his mother was in control. He closed his fist and bit is lip in thought.
"Do you understand me?" Agent Red repeated more harshly than before.
"Yes," Crimson growled.
"Good. Remember, you're on a team now. It's not what's best for you, but what's best for them-..." Crimson hung up the phone before the woman could finish her sentence. Adriana and Celestial entered the main room. The new team member followed. He stood taller than anyone else. He ducked through the doorway while Ghost phased through the wall.
"And that's about it," Ghost finished the tour.
"Who were you talking to?" Celestial asked Crimson walking over to stand by his side. She turned on the screen making it switch from the computer screen to the television screen. Crimson averted her gaze by standing up.
"The Agency. I sent them the chip to analyze," he said. He looked at the large hulking teenager. "We may discover who you are, yet." Crimson let a hint of accusation slip into his tone.
"We can't just keep calling him, 'Hey, Hammer guy'. He has to have a name," Ghost said. Crimson sighed and rolled his eyes when his back was turned. That's just what he needed from his team. Naming the lost puppy that could very well be an evil villain infiltrating the team.
Adriana walked over to the couch and collapsed into the cushions. The nameless teen sat down carefully. He spun his weapon in his hand expertly.
"I don't have a name," he said. Ghost jumped on the couch enthusiastically in between them.
"Thor!" he shouted. "We could call him Thor!"
"No, that's stupid," Adriana said.
"Well, so is your name," Ghost teased. Adriana grabbed one of the extra pillows and threw it at him. Celestial noticed Crimson heading toward his bedroom.
"What do you think, Crimson?" she asked as sweetly as her voice ever was.
"Call him whatever you want. I don't care," Crimson said shutting the door gently behind him. There was just a moment of awkward silence.
"What's eating him?" Ghost asked.
"Who cares," Adriana responded. "We could just call him Hammer?"
"No, that leaves him prone to MC Hammer jokes," Ghost said thoughtfully placing his fist under his chin. The blonde giant looked at Ghost.
"Who's MC Hammer?"
"The poor guy is so clueless," Adriana said. Ghost nodded in agreement. Celestial took the armchair, cradling in between the armrests and holding her skinny legs in.
"I think Hammer is fine," she said. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him. "What do you think?" He shrugged.
"Hammer's fine," he said. Ghost stood up..
"Okay. It's your call." He wagged his finger in his face. "But you're going to have to learn to do the running man," Ghost said stretching him arms over his head.
"Sure, I guess," Hammer shrugged indifferently. Ghost smiled and shook his head.
"Well, I am off to my other life. Later," Ghost said. With that he jumped up on the couch and phased through the ceiling. Celestial, Adriana, and Hammer watched him leave. Hammer scratched his head in wonder. He looked away.
"Whoa," he said.
Ghost's head popped through the ceiling again.
"And guys?" Hammer jumped backwards in surprise. Ghost ignored him. "Talk to Crimson about getting the car. Sitting on a block of ice all day might be fine for Aqua Lass, but I think leather seats might be better."
"My name is not Aqua Lass," Adriana said stubbornly.
"Bye!" Ghost said with an upside down wave from the ceiling, he phased through the wall just in time to miss the snowball Adriana had formed in her hand. Adriana got up from the couch and cracked her fingers.
"That little creep is going to get it tomorrow when he least expects it," Adriana said with a wink. "See you in the morn." Celestial and Hammer were left alone in the main room with the television going. Celestial sat beside Hammer and pulled out the remote control. She pressed the buttons traveling upward through the channels.
Hammer awkwardly watched her and the television.
"Crimson doesn't trust me," Hammer said.
"He has his reasons," Celestial said shortly.
"Which are...?" Hammer stated.
"Private. Like him," Celestial said. He shifted uncomfortably. She offered a smile in Hammer's direction. "Don't worry. I'm on your side." Hammer looked at her still confused.
"Thanks. But I still don't remember anything. I have no home, no life. What am I supposed to do?" he asked.
"Follow our lead. Homes are overrated anyway," Celestial suggested bleakly. She turned off the television and stood up, right in front of him. She knelt down and put her hand on his cheek. Her large brown eyes met his smallish green ones. "And don't make me regret trusting you." She left the room into her own room, leaving Hammer with his thoughts.
Hammer found some blankets in the spare bedroom that had yet to have a bed in it yet. He figured it would be just fine to sleep on the couch. Hammer laid down on the leather cushions, but unfortunately his height left his feet hanging off the edge. He curled up with the blanket, hammer in his arms like a teddy bear, and closed his eyes.
He thought for a moment and then smiled.
"Hammer," he whispered. The teen felt a wave of sentiment rush over him. "I have a name."
Hammer the Friendly Giant!