Teen Titans © DC Comics
89. Twilight
The moon slowly poked up over the horizon, ready to take control of the sky with its weaker, but glistening and white light that was more pleasant to gaze at than the sun's. Argent sighed, staring up at the sky's pink and orange hues that streaked along the New Zealand sight. She flew over the bright cities and her homeland, head straight and arms clasped at her side tightly like a torpedo aiming at its target.
A distress call was issued to her home moments ago. Something about a dam breaking in Iron City or whatever. Argent sighed. Seriously, people just couldn't build sturdy anything anymore. Everyday, she'd be flying around, zipping back and forth between one-half of New Zealand and another. Argent yawned into her fist, having just rescued a cat from a tree, but the bloody feline was apparently pregnant and giving birth…in the tree. Rubbing her crimson eyes, she glanced up to the darkening sky with a tiny smile.
Argent always loved the night, but what she truly adored was how the sky darkened. It mystified her, even though she knew that the world revolved the sun and all that jazz. Still, it was a beautiful sight to watch stars awaken from their daytime slumber, and to see the brightest glimpses of Venus, Mars, and other planets.
However, the night felt off, not calm and peaceful. Of course, most nights for her were always hectic and filled with stopping crime, but a strange tremor arose in her chest. Argent glanced around before her eyes shifted to the sky. The world seemed to darken faster than usual like the sands in the hourglass were being shaken too quickly. She felt her smooth, silver skin tingle by a sudden chilling breeze and ordered herself to calm down.
Bloody heck, she thought disdainfully, coming to the spewing dam. People really don't know how to build things right in the front place.
Water exploded in two main spots, ready to fill in the already overflowing river below. It gushed out in aquatic tornadoes, pouring down in rapid torrents. Argent smacked herself in the forehead, groaning at the new problem. Flying towards the busted dam, she threw her hands out, and her plasma constructed massive hands that blocked the water, but some sloshed out to her chagrin. If she could think of a plan, then-
"You are…Argent?"
The innocent, shy voice cut into her concentration. Argent glanced over to find…a bright orange girl in a skimpy violet outfit…with polka dots for eyebrows.
…Because the day just couldn't get any stranger.
Asking who she was in her British accent, Argent quietly listened as the alien girl explained herself and something about a group of ruffians called the Brotherhood of Evil. Starfire, the alien girl, assisted her in fixing the dam to her luck. When Starfire presented her with a coveted Titans communicator, Argent couldn't resist asking for one in black.
"Oh! Um, I do not believe we have any other colors. If I ask Robin-"
Argent snickered, cutting Starfire off. "Chill, Starfire. It's cool. I'll ask for help if I need it. Just don't worry about it, and thanks for the invite."
"You are welcome, new silver friend!" Starfire gushed, enveloping her in a backbreaking, trademarked embrace.
Argent gagged, gasping for breath until Starfire released her. Sighing, she straightened herself out and waved her off. Once Starfire was a mere orange glimmer in the black night, Argent still felt a sickening pang pounding like a drum in her stomach. Something was still odd in the stirring animosity in the air. Even with the protection of the prestigious Teen Titans, Argent still felt strange.
Shrugging, she flew up and sat on the edge of the metal and rock dam. Her scarlet orbs surveyed the sky in wonder, watching the night overcome and dominate the sun's realm. Argent always felt more comfortable in the warm, blissful night. It shrouded her from the mocking murmurs of the people she saved. Argent wished to be normal again, but that simply was never going to happen. Over time, she accepted her appearance, deciding she was more fashionable than before, but she still longed for her old, rich girl life. Her father kicked her out for gaining her powers and new skin tone, stating she looked like a freak. Argent despised thinking about her old life, concentrating on the constellations. The Taurus was in the sky, bellowing up to the universe. The bull's horns pointed to the future, and Argent could have sworn that Taurus winked at her as if to say everything would be all right.
Argent hovered in the air, a sense of pride sweltering in her. So what if her father thought of her as a monster? He couldn't control her, not anymore. Argent glanced back down to the dam, realizing it was a perfect place to watch the stars feebly, but majestically light up the world. Her father could never appreciate the beauty of the twinkling night. He would also go out late with cheap women, leaving her alone in their massive mansion with the shadows as her companions. Still, Argent did not core about him as he was rotting in jail for illegally dealing weapons to villains like Brother Blood and Slade.
Nice night, always so pretty. It suit's a cool girl like me, she thought, smirking.
Before Argent realized it, a legion of General Immortus' robots had her surrounded on all sides. Some where on the dam, others hovering in the air on floating disks. She turned to find the crusty, militaristic genius smirking and leaning forward on his disk. Argent prepared herself, but the robotic army instantly ruined her boldness.
It was going to be a long night.