Teen Titans – Side Stories and After – Snippets; Foxes Upon Foxes and Magical Girls Galore

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Par two is based off of batman – superman annual one and it is to die! Deathstroke meets Deadpool, anyone? And…. rolling! ~

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Last time with our heroes:

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"Robin?? I believe we are doing more harm than good. Our fighting is harming the citizens –

"What do you mean? What citizens?" Cy pointed to the fact that the streets were clear as any shoot off in the old west. "Who got hurt?"

"A…man who wanted to join the "woods of holly."

Raven slapped a hand over her face. "Indie film artists…. great…" She croaked.

"Happy, ya sappy heroes??" Spat Gizmo as he seemed to still have plenty of energy.

"Us?? You made that big gaping hole in the street! You need to stop or we're taking you back to jail…" Robin warned the HIVE, who rolled their eyes at the angry boy wonder.

"How are ya gonna do that?? We ain't the ones who did it, you helped us." Mammoth was right. Starfire felt a pang in her chest as the Hive members of three just laughed, until Raven magically transported the annoying do - dos back into a portal where their cells were the destination.

"Can we fix this place up and go home, please?" She asked the team, who thought they had on other choice. Raven was angsty, and no one messed with a witch that powerful any day of the week.

"I'm making a quick stop. Don't wait up." Bb turned into a Labrador and went off on his own, all while Starfire decided to watch as his backup. "I shall assist!" She zipped off while the other three heroes felt defeated, even after they'd fixed a good hunk of the road by way of practicality.

Robin frowned and looked down at the ground, retrieving his bo staff. Raven came over and understood their leader's guilt. She had reason to think he'd be stuck in that frame until they'd confronted this new dilemma properly.

"Do you think they'll be able to find the man, Robin?" Raven asked as if a trick question.

"I don't know, but it's not right. I just wish there was something…." A thought brilliantly popped into his brain. "Cy? I'm going to need you and the others to follow my lead, I know how to undo the damage caused to one person by us today."

"How?" Raven and Cy both asked.

"Robin grinned. "Easy, we help that guy to finish his movie. No questions asked."

"A, movie?" Raven's eyes rose. Cy just, burst at the plan – since he was also going to lecture their young leader in the process.

"It's not as easy, but I've been on a couple of commercials, I think we can try ta' work on it…but what about Star an' BB?"

"Let them know that we have a plan, don't let the word out though until we've started shooting. Can't have anymore distractions."

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However their secrecy, someone had discovered the plan to restart this disgruntled actor's career. Well, would that mean more predators than prey in the Titans' case?

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Apex Predator in an Urban Jungle - Part Two: Dreams Crushed into the Dirt

"Target on lock…" He pointed the sniper rifle at the open streets below; his back to the wind. Armor rather stiff from scrunching low to the ground. He couldn't even scratch an itch, let along see who was coming up swinging from behind him.

~ What will we do with a drunken sailor? ~

~ What will we do with a drunken sailor? ~

Slade picked up his head to the timbre of that tone; every database of sound and pitch, memorized inside of his enormously - compacted brain. Every synapse was on high alert, for when that data synced to a memory…

~ What will we do with a drunken sailor? ~

Deathstroke let out a low groan. Gun still pointed at his target.

"Oh, no…" He gritted his jaw, fretting it be true.

~ Early in the moorning! ~

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Swinging in to sight, not as fast as a bat or arachnid, Slade's precognition did not miss.

But the target hadn't a shot, as one flared out and –

"Way hay an –

"Why are you here, Wade??"

Slade swung out his pistol and shot back behind him at Wade Wilson; A.k.A: Deadpool.

"Why are you here?" Parroted the now gutted in the skull and HEALING hit man in a red and black suit.

"I was in the middle of that contract…" Right now, Slade had seen only once before how difficult it was to kill an immortal turd like this one. He had no boundaries, and to make matters worse?

Wade here, was plain bonkers.

" Weeell, you got time off to relax and so did I!" Slade rolled his eye. "You are a failure after all as a mercenary, let alone roadkill every second of my day." He snorted to the kookie killer.

"And I asked myself this mornin' "Aye! Wonder what that pal o' mine Slade – he be up to? Arr matey –

"Shut up…. just please why don't you die??"

"Self loathing much, Willie?" Wade cocked his head, hands to his hips. "I thought we were mirror images of each other."

"In another reality, Deadweight."

"Hey!" Slade was already packing up his equipment as Wade felt the sting of resentment flood his brain over. "I just got a really good gig and thought you'd wanna take some extra on the side…it involves a movie set? And heroes?"

"Why would I bother, with my reputation AS SLADE." He emphasized that strongly. " To show myself off in broad daylight like some clown from out of the corral??"

"Yippee kai – yeah?"

"You make me sick, go home. To your dimension."

"Dunno." Shrugging, Deadpool had no other comments to make which had Slade's eye turn back with such ire.

Slade felt a vein in his neck threatening to pop.

"Don't…. don't tell me…" His eye grew wide, serious soon after and narrowing at the wall behind DP's bloody body, soon coming after Wade to prod his loaded pistol into the other merc's chest, accusingly.

"That you can't get back ??"

"Nope! I'm completely hopeless when it comes to hopping through interdimensional rifts an' wormholes on my own, not into the sciencey stuff!" Grinned the joker of a man who stood before a true mass murderer. "Help me out here, Willie! You're my only hope!"

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The JLA would never buy it.

And Lex? Could take a year of negotiations.

STAR labs and their technological marvels, ripe for the taking??

"You, have my hands tied…don't you."

"Are we talking…S & M, now? God! The super villain coming out of the gym locker thing isn't a myth –

"Shut UP." Slade snapped at his new tag along – pal…

"I'm thinking…"

"Oh, I can do that!" DP tried to grunt out sounds of a heavy thought process, yet ended up letting out wind, instead. "Oops, sorry…"

"Slade grumbled some cuss under his breath and then continued to hold the gun white rubbing his masked chin.

"Might work…"

"What? I wanna –

"Silence, is golden but I…" Slade looked to DP as his two masked eyes stared back, clueless.

"You said that this…movie set; the one that had the heroes in it…where is it going to take place?"

"A city…"

"What, city. Wade?"

"Oh, some place in California. Think by a bay…. Where the watermelons grow."

"Titans." Slade's eye squinted shut. "They've never met you, but I know for a fact that Cyborg has the capacity and knowledge to build a working gateway. You'd be home by the end of the week, and I –

"What about us bein' best buddies?" Whimpered the miserable merc.

"Some other time, "Slade fibbed. "The Titans and I…. aren't on very smooth terms right now."

" Ohhh!" DP pointed at Slade and spoke out as a kid on the playground. "You got in trouble!"

"Yes, I'm a bad guy to them. Just like you are a, eh…what are you, again?"

"I kill, for an organization, and mutants...it's weird. Trust me."

"Ever been on the Suicide Squad, kid?" Slade turned and checked his time. "We can make it to Jump City before noon, tomorrow. My jet is faster."

DP huffed and snorted with his arms over his chest as Slade wove past him. "You really have issues if you wanna die that badly? Should I call you "Sad Wilson," from now on?"

"Don't tempt me, Wade." Slade shot back at the clown. Yeah, it was going to be one heck of a weekend….