Disclaimer I don't own the Teen Titans, but I do own The Eight
At 9:12 a.m. Owl knocks on Black Widow's and Wolf's room.
"What do you want?" Black Widow said as he entered the room.
"Where's Wolf?" he asked.
"Don't know, don't care. Now if you excuse me I'm watching the news." She said as she lay on her bed with her broken ankle elevated.
"How's your foot?" he asked.
"Never better." She said as she injected another needle in her foot.
Owl shook his head in disgust.
He didn't like the fact that one of his teammates was shooting herself up with painkillers.
But he had more important matters to discuss at the time.
"Widow." He said.
She ignored him.
"Black Widow."
"Yes." She said with a smile.
"I need you to make me a poison."
She turned her head.
"What kind?"
He explained to her in great detail exactly what he needed.
"Well," he said, "can you make it?"
Black Widow let out a chuckle.
"Sure, I can make that in my sleep. So how do you want it? Needle, pill, dart-"
"Gas."
The smile faded from her face.
"Gas…GAS! Do you have any idea how hard that is?" she yelled.
"Can you do it?"
"Well yeah…but It's going to take a few days."
"How long?"
"Three...maybe four days."
"You have two."
"TWO! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"
Owl walked up to her and stared her straight in the eyes.
"You have two days. Are we clear?" he said as he hit her with a cold stare.
Black Widow grudgingly nodded her head.
"Good, I'm sure you can do it. After all it's not like you're going to be walking around today."
Black Widow gave him the finger as he left her room.
Next he stopped by Steer's and Barracuda's room.
"Come in." Steer said.
Owl walked in to find both of them on one of the beds playing go fish.
"Hello Owl." Steer said as he picks up a card from the pile.
"Steer," Owl started, "How much of your equipment did you bring?"
"Pretty much all of it." He said quickly as Barracuda drew from the pile.
"All of it?" Owl said with his eyebrows raised.
"Well yeah. I figure if we are going after twenty targets in twenty days we're going to need everything we have…Do you have any threes?" Steer said as he continued to play the game.
"Go fish." Barracuda said.
"Did you bring the devices from the jungle job we did a few months ago." Owl asked.
"Of course."
Owl smiled. He could always count on Steer to come prepared.
"Please go get them." Owl asked.
Steer nodded as he places his cards down.
"No peeking." He said to Barracuda as he walked out the door.
As Steer left, Owl turned to Barracuda.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
Barracuda shrugs her shoulders.
"A little sore but I can walk now." She said.
"Good."
"So," she said as she looked at him with interest, "What do you have planned?"
"You'll find out as soon as all of the pieces are in place." He said, "Are you sure you'll be ready tomorrow?"
Barracuda picks up one of her cards, threw it into the air, and then quickly threw one of her knives at it. The knife hit the card dead center and imbedded it into the wall.
"Oh yeah," she said with a grin, "I'll be ready."
Titans Tower
Back in the Tower things had finally calmed down.
The Titans and Villains entered the now clean living room for breakfast.
"Let me show you how a real man cooks." Mammoth said as he walked up to the stove.
Cyborg's eyes narrowed.
"Oh really?" he said, "You obviously haven't had one of my waffle castles."
Mammoth was not impressed, "Well you clearly haven't had my legendary steak and eggs."
"Well we'll just have to see who's better." Cyborg said.
"I guess we will." Mammoth responded.
"Alright, you get this half of the kitchen and I take this half. Winner is decided by who gets the most votes for best breakfast." Cyborg declares.
"You're on!" Mammoth said as two get started.
Everyone just stared at the two.
"Oh this is sooooo stupid." Bumblebee said as she was about to stop it.
"Now, now, just wait." Speedy said as he held her back, "if we're lucky maybe the two will make lunch and dinner as well."
"Hey how long is this going to take? I'm starving here." See More said impatiently.
"Not long." Both Mammoth and Cyborg said at the same time.
As the two worked in the kitchen Starfire noticed that Beast Boy wasn't in the living room.
"Where is Beast Boy?" she asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
"He must be here or else he will miss the feast that is about to befall us."
"I'll find him." Raven volunteered.
"Thank you Raven."
As Raven walked through the hallways of the tower looking for him a faint voice came from his room.
"Dammit…where is it!"
She recognized his voice instantly.
As she open the door to his room she found Beast Boy out of his wheelchair on his hands and knees looking through his closet.
"Breakfast will be ready soon." She said.
Beast Boy turns his head. He had a look of anger mixed with worry.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Look what they did to my room!" he yelled.
Raven looked around. She couldn't remember the last time she set foot in his room, but she defiantly remembered that it wasn't this clean.
"They cleaned it! The bastards!"
"You should thank them. After all you can see the floor." Raven said with her usual dry wit.
"Thank them! I can't find anything now!" he yelled as he dove back into the closet.
After a few seconds he crawled out of the closet and stood up…only to fall back down again.
Raven went up and helped him back in the wheelchair.
"You shouldn't push yourself." She said.
He ignored her and tried to stand up again. This time he made it a few steps before falling against his dresser.
"I swear to God it they threw it away!"
"Throw what away?" she asked as she helped him up again.
He ignored her again as he broke from her grasp and tried to walk. This time he managed to make it to his night stand.
"Come on. Come on." He said as he opened it, "Come on…YESSSSSS!"
Beast Boy let out a sigh of relief as he pulled a small object from the night stand.
"What is it?" Raven asked.
"Nothing." He said.
As he tried to walk back to the wheelchair his legs gave out and he fell to the floor.
As Raven helped him back up again she saw what it was.
It was the pictures that Beast Boy and Terra took on their date to the carnival.
The Hotel
Eel woke up with a killer hangover.
"Awake?" Owl said as he sat next to her.
Eel couldn't even open her eyes.
"Is the room too bright?" he asked.
She nodded as she attempted to sit up.
Owl got up, closed the curtains, and turned off the light.
"Better?"
"Yes." She said weakly.
"Here." He said as she handed her a glass of cold water.
She drank it gratefully.
"Eat something. It will help." He said as he handed her a plate of food.
She took the plate and ate slowly.
Owl just sat there smiling.
"Do you remember last night?" he asked.
Eel shook her head; she was too drunk to remember.
"You helped me." He said.
Eel looked confused.
"How?" she asked.
Titans Tower
Beast Boy sat in his wheelchair holding the pictures as Raven pushed him to the living room.
Both of them didn't say a word.
"Raven." Beast Boy finally said.
"What?"
"Can you take me to the sick bay first?"
"Sure."
When they got to the sick bay Beast Boy got up, walked to his bed, and placed the pictures under his pillow.
"Need help back?" Raven asked.
"No…I got it."
As Beast Boy sat down he looked up at her.
"I'm pretty pathetic huh?" he said, "Still having pictures of her."
Raven did her best to keep her emotions under control.
"It's not that bad." She said.
"Come on, you don't have to hide it from me."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew you hated her. Hell you were the only one who said she couldn't be trusted remember." He said as he looked down again, "but you were right. At the end of the day you were right all along. I…let her…fool me into believing that she really did want to be with me."
"I know how you feel." Raven said as she places her hand on his shoulder.
"You do? Oh yeah…that wizard guy."
Beast Boy then looked at Kid Flash's bed.
"Those two are so lucky." He said, "You can tell just by looking at them that there is nothing fake about how they feel…nothing fake at all."
He turned back to Raven.
"Come on. We don't want to miss breakfast."
Raven couldn't believe what Beast Boy told her.
She couldn't believe it because she felt the same way.
As the two entered the living room breakfast was ready and everyone was eating.
Raven and Beast Boy parted as they both found a seat.
"Hey!" Bumblebee yelled, "Do we have the morning paper?"
"No," Cyborg answered, "We just have yesterdays."
Bumblebee shrugged, "Alright, that'll do."
Cyborg handed her the paper and a cup of fresh coffee.
Bumblebee took a big gulp of her coffee as she open the newspaper.
As she read it the color form her face faded and she dropped her cup.
It landed on the floor breaking with a loud crash.
The Hotel
Owl loved many things.
He loved a good cup of coffee, especially when he was in Europe.
He loved to watch fencing. He always was looking to improve his skills.
He loved when things went according to plan. It causes him less headaches.
And most of all he loved to play chess. The strategy, the planning, the thrill of outsmarting your opponent when you say 'checkmate'
He also hated many things.
He hated when people couldn't follow simple orders. Such as when Black Widow refused to stand down that day at the mall, or Boa talking to two high speed twins when she was told not to talk to anyone the day before.
He hated when people embarrassed him. Such as Wolf making an ass of himself at the plaza, or Eel getting drunk in a bar and unable to keep her mouth shut.
He hated it when people thought they could fool him. Such as the girl who thought that just because she wasn't in her bee suit and had her hair down that no one would be able to recognize her; especially when that very same day the newspaper that he had been reading in the hotel was running an article on how Titans East had stopped a drug ring. In the girl's defense Owl didn't recognize her at first…until she started talking to a drunken Eel at the bar.
But the one thing that Owl hated more than anything in the world was when people thought they could cross him and get away with it. Like a headmistress at a special school who refuse to pay up just because one of her students acted like an irresponsible jackass and got killed because of it.
Or when an idiot in tights who thinks that his team, of naïve little kids, has a chance in hell of beating him.