Hi. I'm so sorry for being so very late. These few weeks, heck this whole month has been hectic, catastrophic, and disastrous. I had a science report my team mates neglected, and the final exams. In Korea(I'm talking about the Republic of Korea-ROK), exams mean something more than how the other countries view them. Your life depends on it. Seriously! And I spent the last few weeks wishing I could sleep at 3 am, at the very least. Well, it went for everyone. What's more, the exams ended on December 24th. I had to sleep through Christmas!
But now, everything's over. It's winter vacation from 30th. But of course, they had to torment us further by making us come to school even then! It's like 'winter' school, only mandatory. But, of course, I, being the free spirit I am, somehow wiggled out of it. Muhahahaha!
All in all I'm all giggly now, which is almost as bad as being utterly depressed. Well, I'm going through a huge writer's block. It probably had something to do with the fact that I haven't been able to think about anything other than my studies. So, I'll be back on my feet in no time.
Anyways, enjoy. And I certainly do not own the Teen Titans.
I have a question. What do they call the room the Titans usually play video games and eat breakfast? Living room, or something like that?
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Summary: The Titans meet with Slade without the orange and black outfit. He turns out to be a agent working in a high security building. Robin is made at the Titans for not believing him and the Titans are in a foul mood because of that. Robin debates whether it would be better for him if he leaves the Titans. And during that, he somehow reveals his history to our readers. But before he could break the news, the alarm goes off. They reach the National Bank.
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He had seen that man before. His eyes widened. He almost smiled at his luck. Almost.
"SLADE!"
He screamed as he fired a grappling gun at the bank to haul himself up in the air, above the crowd and landed right on the unsuspecting Slade. Or so he thought. But, of course, Wolfe, a.k.a. Slade, had seen them coming. He only chose to ignore them.
So, the moment Robin landed on him, he was more than ready. He stepped back quickly. He not only blocked the kick that followed right afterwards, but also caught Robin's ankle in a vain attempt to stop him. Robin growled as he struggled against the iron grip.
"Slade!"
He sighed inwardly. He was right. Robin would try to bring him down no matter what. He needed to do something. And fast.
"Robin. I know that you think I'm this criminal called Slade, but perhaps you'll change your mind once you read the words printed on my chest." He spoke with a little frustration.
Robin frowned even more but stopped struggling. He looked down, and saw three white letters on his kevlar vest. He frowned and looked up at him. And that's when he realized that the same white letters were on his cap as well. He was so focused on the fact that this was Slade that he couldn't see anything other than the man's smirk. Wolfe could see the disbelief in his eyes. He relaxed a little, even though he didn't believe, even for a second that the young vigilante would give up.
"He's an FBI agent?" The rest of the Titans rushed to the two, and Beast Boy, seeing Wolfe's outfit, or rather the letters printed on it, asked in disbelief.
Raven frowned. It was too much for a coincidence. Robin going crazy about Slade-lookalikes was quite the day to day experience, but meeting that look-alike in a hostage situation, and finding out that he's one of the FBI in one day was just too much.
Wolfe was about to say something when the same chattery young agent came rushing to his side.
"Sir! Someone from the inside has contacted us. They want to negotiate. What do you want me to do, sir?
"Of course I want to talk to them." He smiled like he always did.
"This way, sir." He then looked at the Titans. Or, rather, the firm hand on the young vigilante's ankle. "But... what about them, sir?"
Wolfe looked at them, grimacing. Of course, on the outside, he was smiling. He sighed inwardly. He knew them all too well. If he told them that they were just children so they should go back to their tower, they, especially Robin, would go crazy and try to defeat him. But he wasn't Slade Wilson, the mercenary. He was Conrad Wolfe, agent of Department Thirteen. They wouldn't stand a chance against him. But then again, Slade needed to hurt them, but Wolfe didn't. Nor did he want to. Well, he definitely didn't want to hurt Robin.
He sighed inwardly and released him. He quickly retreated to his friends' side and stood defensively. Wolfe stared at them for quite a while. Like all the other times, the emotions he was going through was masked by the playful smile.
"They're just children. But... it wouldn't hurt to let them observe. Considering that you'd want to know about the situation?" He stopped Beast Boy from shouting, or demanding, on his part, that they were not children and asked Robin.
The young agent looked at him with confusion. When the vigilantes came, Agent Wolfe was to kick them out, saying they were only children, that being a vigilante was against the law. Well, that was the plan. He didn't understand, but knowing Agent Wolfe, he had a plan. He was the Conrad Wolfe from the Department Thirteen. Little did the young agent know that what he had just said was completely on impulse.
It was unprofessional, or so thought Conrad. He was acting on impulse. Not only that, he was using this situation, this mission for personal things. It was un-Wolfe-like. He had never, never let personal things get in the way. He didn't even have a personal life, for crying out loud. He was supposed to be the best of the best, ruthless, merciless, heartless. Never hesitate. Never feel compassion. Never regret. Those were the words that he lived by. He would never care for others. But all that defined him shattered down in front of Robin. He sighed inwardly again.
His eyes bore into Robin, who hesitated. There was something going on. Of course there was. Slade was involved. It might be a trap. He thought. Robin sighed. A trap or not, it involved innocent people at the end of a barrel.
"We do."
"Well then, come." Conrad led them to a tent.
The wicked smile of his grew softer and he practically radiated a happy aura. Of course, the change was so subtle that no one noticed it. Well, almost no one.
Wolfe entered the tent and looked back to check on the others and put the line on speaker.
"Hello." It was a simple hello. The word was probably spoken more than a billion times in one day. But since Wolfe was the one to speak it, it had a more sinister feeling to it. As if he was talking about his evil master plan, which he as well could have. To Robin, though, it was just plain creepy.
"Am I finally talking to someone in charge?" A cold voice asked at the other end of the line. Wolfe noticed that there was something very familiar about this man's voice.
"Yes. And I take it that it's the same on that side as well?"
"Yes."
"Good." The way he spoke was unnerving for everyone, but it was more so for the Titans. It made him sound as if someone had shoved a million snakes down his throat, just the way Slade spoke. They were starting to think that they owed their leader an apology.
There was silence after that. The terrorist was probably waiting for what normal people said in these kind of situations: 'What do you want?' But then, Wolfe was no normal person.
"Well, I recall that you're the one who called, mister...?" He tilted his head, ignoring the fact that the terrorist would not be able to see him.
"You needn't know my name. It's irrelevant."
"Of course. I'd have to call you Mr. T for now. Do you mind?"
"No. Not at all."
This all sounded as if they were good acquaintances, one asking the other if he minded being called 'my dear'. Wolfe, or better known as Slade to the Titans, chuckled slowly. This was more interesting than he had expected.
"Let me tell you what's going to happen, Mr. T. You are going to surrender and release all hostages, safe and sound."
The terrorist laughed madly. The Titans had to fight down the urge to roll their eyes. Well, one of them didn't mind doing exactly that. They couldn't believe that all the villains sounded alike when they laughed, gloating about their master plan.
"You want me to surrender? If I thought that I would have, at any point, I wouldn't have started this in the first place. No. I want five million dollars in cash. I also want a means of transport. An airplane, to get us to somewhere safe, and a bus to take us to it. If you have complied to our requests, then I might be so kind as to release them before we get on the plane." All the pleasantries dropped.
"I'm sorry, Mr. T, but I have strict orders to not negotiate." However hostile the terrorist had sounded, he still sounded as pleasant and as amused as ever.
"Then I guess I'll have to show you that it is best to comply to my requests." They could hear the smile creeping onto him.
"You mean blackmail, Mr. T. And if that is your decision, then, I'll have to show you that you should have listened to me while I was still being nice. I'll give you fifteen minutes to change your mind."
The man chuckled. "Or what?"
"You have fifteen minutes until I step in."
"If I'm not afraid of about roughly a hundred men, why do you think I'd be afraid of a hundred and one?"
He grinned madly, bringing shudders down everyone's back. "Because, Mr. T," He purred. "I am nothing like them. I suggest you take my offer, Mr. T. You wouldn't want me going after you."
The young agent gulped. It was only years of facing maniacs like Slade that kept the Titans from doing the same. Well, though for Robin, it was his contempt towards the man.
The line was cut abruptly. And Wolfe raised an eyebrow. He didn't like the door being shut in front of his face or the line going dead right on him in such a rude way. His lips twitched, but he soon replaced this with a mad grin.
He sat down on a chair on the corner of the tent, putting his fingertips together and propping his elbows on his knees. He smiled and stared into the thin air.
Well? What do you think? I understand what you mean. I don't like this very much either. But stick around because they're going to be better. I promise.
Of course, you know who did roll his eyes, right? Who else than our favorite green shape shifter?
Anyways, bye!