Here comes chapter 4! I'm really, really busy at the moment and probably won't have time to upload in December.
We'll see how it goes. This chapter is different and not about Raven or Wykkyd at all. But I'm really curious what you think.
For the readers not knowing who Punk Rocket is: He is a villain from a short TT episode called "The Lost Episode". It's about ten minutes long and you can find it somewhere in the internet. :D
Again thanks to Emily the Avenger and also to everybody who left me a review! :)
Guest: This is NO translation ... But glad you like it. :)
note worthy: Ehm ... No, I definitely don't ship Gizmo and Cyborg. :D Actually, I don't ship Cyborg with anyone. This Gizmo - Cyborg - thing is just meant to be funny. There won't be any romantic feelings between the "real" Cyborg and Gizmo.
"This … music is truly enjoyable and still, I would like to do the talking!" Starfire hollered, trying to keep her standing position while blast after blast of Punk Rocket's guitar rolled up to her.
Punk Rocket stopped for a moment, his eyes wide. "Enjoyable music?" He sounded bewildered before his face changed and he started snorting with laughter. "You can't fool me Titan!" he screamed and played his guitar once again. Starfire felt the urge to scream creeping up her throat while she tried to hold on to a beam next to her. They were in a shop for guitars and attachments in the inner city of Jump, Starfire had haphazardly found Punk Rocket there while he was "shopping" some new things to improve his special guitar.
Actually he should have been in prison but broke free a few weeks ago.
Finding him had been difficult because he didn't seem to be into stealing. Punk Rocket loved to cause chaos and screaming with his music and enjoyed torturing people with his music, he wanted attention, nothing else but in times when he wasn't active in public at all it was hard to get a grip on him.
"I would like to know your name!" Starfire yelled, holding on the beam even more while the blasts tried to send her in the back of the shop.
"You know my name and it is … PUNK ROCKET!"
Starfire was truly annoyed by now. A starbolt in his direction crashed a bunch of expensive looking violins and the shop owner gave a loud sound of sadness from under the counter where he hid, hands pressed to his ears.
Punk Rocket on the other hand cackled and rocked his white haired head forward in beat to his playing. Unfortunately he didn't see the next starbolt coming due to his dancing performance near the trumpets. The starbolt met his left knee and knocked him off his feet. Stumbling he tried to get back up but Starfire used the short moment of silence to send another blast in the direction of his guitar. The guitar however stayed undamaged and barely reflected the starbolt so it shop up into the ceiling but the starbolt had hit Punk Rocket's fingers and he howled in pain, shaking his burned fingers furiously.
It took Starfire two seconds be at his side, take the still undamaged guitar from him and grab his arms. She twisted his arms on his back like Robin used to do it to villains and fumbled for the handcuffs she brought.
Once he sat in front of her, hands handcuffed to his back and his guitar out of reach, Starfire pulled out her file. "You WILL answer my questions," she claimed while getting out a ballpoint and looking around in the shop. "And you WILL help replace all of the items you destroyed in this shop."
Punk Rocket threw her an angry glance, his face set in a frown.
"And why is that?" he snarled, unsuccessful trying to get up with his hands on his back.
"Because otherwise I will use you to do the training of my hand-to-hand-combat abilities on you. Robin just showed me some of the new moves and some of them did indeed look quite painful," she sweetly announced.
"You're not allowed to do that, you're one of the gooood guys. You wouldn't hurt someone who can't defend himself," Punk Rocket sneered sounding bored.
It was actually true. Starfire would never hurt or fight someone if it wasn't absolutely necessary and especially no one who wasn't able to defend himself but she would play it cool, like Robin always told her to.
"I can and I will!" she growled loudly and her eyes started to glow dangerously.
Punk Rocket swallowed. "And you know what, you atrocious idiot? I will tell everybody that I haven't seen a thing if she starts using you as a punching bag!" the show owner shouted revolting and perked up from behind the counter.
Starfire smiled.
"So tell me what is your name for the real?"
"I won't tell you! And learn English, bitch!" Punk Rocket looked like an angry child, eyes narrowed.
The shop owner stepped forward and kicked the villain in the gut out of nowhere, letting him fall to the side groaning in pain.
Starfire was about to intervene but the shop owner went back to tidying up the mess after shrugging and grinning at her: "Sorry, I just couldn't resist."
"Usually this is the thing of the Titans," the girl weakly said but decided to ignore the shop owner's action.
Revenge was a common thing on her planet after all.
"It's Thomas. Thomas Bishop!" the villain in front of her whined and added: "But that won't be of any use for you considering the fact that I'm a true guttersnipe!" the villain added almost proudly.
Starfire's eyes widened and in an instant she was in front of him, eyes and hands glowing green again.
"You are doing the shooting of the people?" she screamed partly shocked, partly angry.
Punk Rocket looked at her, his face the embodiment of utter confusion.
"Ehm … shoot who?" he replied leering at her hands hold in his face.
"You just said you are a true sniper!" Starfire exclaimed, face contorted in annoyance and shoving her hands a bit further in the direction of his face.
Punk Rocket groaned. "Not sniper, bitch. Guttersnipe! That means I'm homeless, I live on the streets, idiot! I really deserve being captured by someone who is able to speak my language!"
Starfire lowered her hands, looking at the shop owner for confirmation before stepping back. She felt embarrassed but tried not to show it. "Stop insulting me," she just growled before picking up her folder again.
"How can someone of your age be the homeless?" she finally asked curious.
"Do you not have the people who do the caring for you?"
Punk Rocket snored. "What do you think?" he answered flatly, the bored expression returning to his face.
Starfire tapped her chin, feeling sorry for him even if she knew she shouldn't.
"Are we done here? Just take me to jail or something, I'm not in the mood for more chatting."
But Starfire wasn't done yet. "We are not done yet!"
Punk Rocket groaned. "The local police has all my personal data, ask them and fuck off now."
"You are doing the very rude speaking!" the Titan exclaimed sighing before thinking about what do ask next.
"Why could I not do the breaking of your guitar with my starbolts?"
"The guitar is unbreakable. Nothing can break it."
"Why do you do the torturing of people with your music?"
The villain smirked cunning. "Because it is fun!" he shouted out loud, still fiddling with the handcuffs holding his hands to his back.
"Tormenting people with this awful music is no such fun!" Starfire shouted back angrily but knew that she shouldn't discuss this topic with him.
"You are just like the most of the villains! You do want the attention!"
"I WANT TO SHOW THE WORLD MY MUSIC!" he cackled. "AND SPREAD THE SOUND OF CHAOS!"
Shaking her head Starfire decided to ask two more question.
"Where did you get the guitar from? Who gave it to you?"
Punk Rocket giggled sounding slightly crazy. "I would never tell you, bitch!"
Getting up Starfire went over to his guitar, grabbed it and sat back in front of him before she started fiddling and pulling on it.
A look of shock was shown on the villains face.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'?"
"Just exploring your guitar," Starfire said innocently and ripped apart one of the strings with her super strength. "Upps, I thought it is unbreakable?" she smiled sweetly.
"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF! I WILL ANSWER ALL YOUR STUPID QUESTIONS! LEAVE MY GUITAR ALONE!" Punk Rocket seemed desperate, his face as white as a wall.
"Fine. Where did you get this guitar from and where did you learn to fight?"
Punk Rocket gritted his teeth. "My father gave it to me. He also taught me some moves to fight. Happy?"
"Not yet. Where did your father get the guitar from?"
"He found it in some special shop years ago. Are we done now?"
"No. Why are you sweating like that?"
Growling the villain shook his handcuffed hands impatiently. "Cause I haven't seen my friend Crystal for a while."
Starfire knitted her brows confused. "I think you should then do the staying away from this friend of yours," she told him wisely before pulling out her communicator and calling the police.
"The police will bring you to prison where you belong," Starfire explained before closing the folder and getting up.
"Blah blah, whatever. I get free food there so it's not a real threat."
"It wasn't meant to be a threat," she announced.
When the police arrived to take him with them she saw him saying goodbye to his guitar in an almost childish way.
"How old is he?" she asked one of the policemen before leaving the scene.
The police shrugged. "About 17 I think. Hard to tell when it comes to drug addicted scum like him, you know?"
Not answering Starfire turned around without another glance and flew back home.
And this was how Starfire managed to get her job done first.
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