The Color Wheel

[Crowgirl]

Welcome to my fic The Color Wheel, blah blah blah, all that jazz, and yadda yadda yadda.


Well, I told people I was ready to write another fic about the Titans, so here it is. Yes, there is a reason it is called the color wheel, the chapters will be colors of the color wheel, and will each relate to an emotion. Let me know if it makes no sense, and I'll change it.


Oh yeah. One thing about this fic. I do not require it, but I HIGHLY recommend you read A Girl Called Crow first because it sort of builds off of that. It would be in your best interest, because it would make more sense.


Anyway, here we go. Like always, feedback (not senseless chatter) is greatly appreciated. Have fun!



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Innocence is normally associated with white
With the harmless objects in this world
And with the things that start out harmless
Like most of the world’s ideas

Chapter 1- White


As Seen Through the Eyes of Robin

“That, Robin, is one of the stupidest ideas I have ever heard. Now go, it’s your turn.”

I threw the card on the table and sighed. We were playing hearts, ‘we’ being Cy, Crow, me, and Raven. The idea of Crow going to Gotham to make sure the people there knew she was alive had been at the back of my mind for at least a week. I had a feeling she wouldn’t want to go back, and I was right. Crow had a good reason on why she didn’t want to go, but people were going to find out sooner or later.

“But Crow, I think that you should make sure they know you’re alive. You’re going to have to do it sooner or later. Why not sooner?” I collected the pile of four cards in the middle, two spades, one diamond, and one club. “Robin, right now, Gotham is the last place I want to go. I really don’t want to experience my past, or fragments of it, over again. Okay?”

“No, it’s not okay. You need to go. Need. Not should, NEED.” I tossed my last card down, the ten of hearts. Crow tossed down the jack of hearts, Raven placed the queen down, and Cy played his trump card, the king of hearts.

“Oh yeah baby! Shot the moon! Go Cyborg, go Cyborg! It’s ya birthday, It’s ya birthday…” Cy started doing his well known victory dance. Crow raised an eyebrow, I grinned, and Raven stared at him blankly. “Cyborg, your birthday’s not for another seven months.”

Crow and I laughed at Raven’s irony. Cy stared at Raven for a second and then sat down to scrawl down all of our scores on the pad of paper. Crow looked at me. “Robin. I am not going, and that is that.” Crow wasn’t going to budge on her opinion. Typical Crow.

“Yaaahhhhhhhh!”

Beast Boy barreled through the doors, hands plastered to his head. He jumped over the couch and cowered behind it. “Umm… what’s going on?” I asked quizzically. Beast Boy peered over the edge of the couch and lifted his hands off his head. His hair was adorned with scrunchies, clips, and other girly ornaments. “Star. Don’t let her find me!” He whispered loudly.

I heard Starfire’s voice just then. “Beast Boy? Oh friend, I must finish doing the hair of yours! Please, where are you?” Beast Boy ducked down behind the couch as the doors slid open and Starfire glided in. She carried a brush and a handful of hair things in her hand. “Tell me,” She looked at the four of us at the table. “Have any of you seen Beast Boy?”

“Nope.” Crow jerked her thumb and head towards the couch repeatedly. “Haven’t seen him at all.” Cy and I grinned as she soared over to the couch and looked over the edge. “There you are!” She exclaimed as she lifted up a cowering green mouse. Beast Boy morphed into his normal form as he shouted, “Thanks a lot guys!”

We laughed as Star began to complete Beast Boy’s hair. I looked back at Crow. “Anyways, back to our conversation-.” “Robin! I am not going back to Gotham! Okay?” She wasn’t shouting, but her voice was beginning to sound dangerous. “Crow…”

“Crow, I think Robin is right. You should go back. Not permanently, but at least for a couple of days. Just to make sure that people know you exist. Again.” Raven said dryly. “Yeah, come on Crow. We could all go! It’d be fun!” Cy nudged her with his elbow lightly, and Crow gave a small grin and it disappeared as soon as it came. “I don’t know…”

“Friend, you must hold still!” Starfire said calmly as she placed more clips in Beast Boy’s hair. He kept flinching and trying to get away. “Wait, what are we talking about here?” Beast Boy queried. “Well, we’re trying to convince Crow to go back to Gotham to make sure they know she’s alive.” I explained hastily. I picked up my newly dealt cards and shuffled them into a playable order. I handed the ace of clubs, jack of diamonds, and the king of spades over to Raven.

I glanced at Crow, who was examining her cards. “Speaking of…”

“Robin. You, more than anyone, know that that part of my life is over. People and places come and go, and there’s really no point in trying to get them back. And besides, would you like to go back to the place you died?” She raised her eyebrows slightly, as if waiting for an answer. “I don’t think so.”

I sighed and abandoned the subject for a couple of rounds. I needed something to convince Crow that she would make her want to go back. I racked my brains as I played each card in my hand. Finally, I came up with something. Highly unlikely to work, but at least it was something.

“Wait a second; you know you have a grave there. Right?” I asked her. “Yup.” She lobbed a card into the pile. “Don’t you want to read what it says?”

“No, not especially.” That was it, I had no ideas left. I couldn’t really see why Crow wouldn’t just go. I know it’s where she died and all, and I know it’s where her family is (their graves, I mean), but why couldn’t she just go and come back? “Crow, I really don’t see wh-.”

“You’re just not going to give up are you?” Crow smirked and collected the pile in the middle. “Just because your badgering is getting annoying, I’ll go for one day. Only one though. No more, but possibly less.” She put yet another card in the middle. The only sounds that were heard was Beast Boy wincing and cards being shuffled around the table.

“Actually Robin, I have a condition.” Crow looked me in the eye and grinned. I didn’t like where this was going. “If I go, then you have to go and say hi to, well, you know who I mean…” Crow shifted her gaze to her cards again. That wouldn’t be such a bad idea, I mean, we’d be in the area and everything, saying hi to Bruce and filling him in on the present might be enjoyable. Besides, they’d want to know Crow was alive too.

“Fine. We can leave tomorrow morning.” I slid my card into the pile. “Hold on,” Cy said, eyeing me with a grin. “If y’all are goin’, then why don’t all of us go?” It’d be fun!” He grinned at all of us. “The going to Crow’s home does not sound like a bad proposal! It does amusing! We should all go!”

“Yeah! It’d be like a mini road trip!” Beast Boy cut in. Raven murmured something under her breath, but none of us heard it. I looked at a sighing Crow and grinned. “Looks like we’re all leaving tomorrow for Gotham. I guess my idea wasn’t that bad after all.”

Crow raised an eyebrow, rested her elbow on the table, and put her chin in her hand. “You know this idea of yours Robin? It just keeps getting better and better.”


Is there something wrong with the text spacing in this? If it seems weird, let me know.:sweat:

[Sproxie]

Text spacing? nope, but this was a GREAT start to your sequel! awesome job! i would like to see BB's hair now :p !

[nevermore]

I like it. They Starfire doing BB's hair is awsome!!! I can't wait to see what you do in your next chapter. The conversations were perfectly done. Actually, let's say that everything was perfect, and leave it at that. What? that's the best way to put it.

[T.T.Raven4]

Nice start! To Gotham we go!

[Raven37]

I like it. They Starfire doing BB's hair is awsome!!! I can't wait to see what you do in your next chapter. The conversations were perfectly done. Actually, let's say that everything was perfect, and leave it at that. What? that's the best way to put it.
Exactly what he said! That was great!:D

-Raven37http://fs5.deviantart.com/i/2004/331/c/4/_raven__by_FreeLancerFox.gif

[Aquagirl15]

ooooooo yay!!! a perfect start to your sequal. :D i really liked Crow's stubborness it was cool. it was just like the orginal. intersting title. we'll probably understand it later. :shrug:

[oneeyemonkeypie]

No one gets rid of the ace of clubs. That puts you in command at the start of the game! (unless someone else doesn't have any clubs, highly unlikely.)


Besides that-great start!

[JazzyChick]

Yes! You're writing a sequal! What else is there to say? ('cept of course that i cracked up with the star/bb's hair thing)

[Adrastea]

That was really cool. I like how you sorta kept the entire chapter nice and light, interspersing the debates with descriptions of the card game. Anyway, I look forward to more, I really enjoy how you make Crow and the other titans work around each other, it's perfect.

[Matt A]

Hmm, two intriguing concepts in one...

The colour wheel thang is an inspired idea - not sure how the events of that chapter relate to innocence, but it'll probably make sense in retrospect. I'd love to see what other colours you use and what you'll do with them.

The "Gotham road trip" sounds cool as well - mixing different "worlds" together like that is always an interesting exercise, plus it'll allow for some update-type stuff, which should provide for some good plot potential.

Oh yeah, and the inclusion of Hearts was awesome. The whole card game bit just dripped with Frank Sinatra cool.

[Crowgirl]

No one gets rid of the ace of clubs. That puts you in command at the start of the game!
:p Heh heh, oops. I'm not very good at remembering the rules of card games, espesically the ones I'm not good at...

The reason I called it Color Wheel and intertwined it with emotions is because this fic will probably have no fight scenes. If there are any, there will be one. I know white relates to purity, and red is like anger, and so on and so forth. The idea of innocence was about Robin's idea, no harm involved. If you still don't understand, let me know.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention in the introduction. The first person who decides to post spam and all that other junk on this thread will regret it. I'll see to it myself. Conversations are allowed, but they must be posted with a post about the story. I do not want five pages of this fic to be total spam, even if I am gone for a week. Okay?

Crowgirl

[raven54]

*reads Crowgirl's post, thinks about Spamming Consequences* "i'll see to it myself..." *gulp* why does that make me decidedly nervous? point taken: SPAM AND DIE!!! *hides in fluffy*

yeah, intertwining a debate with a card game made it fun to read... Road Trip!!! Awesome...:anime:

[Aquagirl15]

i just kina went w/ the story 'cause i have no clue how to play hearts. :shrug: anyhoo i think Crowgirl is perfectly logical to say no fluff! in her last fic there was a lot of fluff...

[rrarbecy]

Hearts is the greatest card game EVER. No fight scenes? Cool, I can live with that.

[Lord Welshi]

I'm liking the start of this, tis very class (meaning good.) I like the idea of the colour wheel, very clever and the colour that relates to each chapter gives a smal hint at what could be contained in the chapter.

Liking it, keep writing.

Lord Welshi

[Rae]

Okay two things

1) Hearts is a great game once you know what the hell you are doing

2)Crowgirl this is a great story and i hope that you are going to try and continue it as you have many loyal fans!

[Crowgirl]

Rae, please define 'loyal'. Does if I get thrown in jail my 'loyal' fans will bail me out with their college funds?

Just kidding, but here is the next chapter. Something in it seems off, please tell me if something is.

Ah well, here we go.

Red is associated with anger

To show how people’s emotions can be fiery

Some people can’t control their anger

Temper, temper, temper



Chapter 2- Red

As Seen Through the Eyes of Cyborg



I was happy. Drivin’ my baby on the highway to Gotham was exhilarating. Sure, BB was telling the worst jokes I had ever heard, and Star kept opening and closing the window, but other than that, it was fantastic.

I replayed the scene between Crow and I right before we had left. It was just us in the garage, I was polishing my baby, and she was making sure everything on her moped was working. We were laughing hard at the fact Star had done BB’s hair. Star had put it in little pigtails and had placed clips here and there. And it was all caught on the camera. I remembered our short conversation in the garage, when just the two of us were there.

“Are you looking forward to going back home?”

“Not at all Cy, not at all. It’s not my home anymore, I don’t belong there. It was at one point, but things have changed. For better, thankfully.” Crow grinned shyly at me. “The only reason I’m going is because I want to get some stuff, see my family’s graves, and if I don’t go, Robin will keep on annoying me about it until I do go.”

I laughed. “Well, at least it’s only for a day, and some of the honorary Titans are watching over the city.”

“Yeah….”

Then everyone else walked in and our conversation stopped. Crow had installed a screen into the top of her moped so she could talk to us as if she was in the car. I was glad she was talking to us (and telling BB to get a joke book), it was a lot better having her here than away.

“Cy, turn at the next exit. That’ll lead you straight there.” Crow’s voice echoed over the screen. She was wearing her dark purple helmet and you could only see her violet eyes through it. I spun the wheel slightly to the right and my baby entered the exit perfectly.

“Okay, okay!” Beast Boy said excitedly. “I have a joke that’s guaranteed to make Rae laugh.” Raven sighed and said in a monotone voice “Beast Boy, the only thing that will ever make me laugh is if Crow either turns you bright yellow, again, or if she decided to turn you bright orange.” Everyone except Beast Boy laughed. Beast Boy leaned back into his seat and didn’t say anything for awhile.

“You guys, you can see Gotham’s skyline up ahead.” Robin said, with a hint of emotion in his voice (it was either excitement or worry), “Check it out.” I glanced at it, and I was surprised with what I saw.

I had guessed that Gotham City was going to be big, but the skyline was huge, at least three times the size of Jump City. And it seemed so dark, even the weather wasn’t the best. Low clouds were draped over the top of sky scrapers, making the city look smaller than it was. If you had no clue what the time of day was, you could have probably guessed it was dusk without the moon. “You know what?” Raven said in a dull voice. “I think I’m going to like Gotham more than Jump.” I grinned.

“I have spotted a welcoming sign!” Starfire said with glee as she bounced around in her seat. I gazed out of the window, and sure enough, there was a sign that said ‘Welcome to Gotham’. The sign was a deep orange, the color you see in sunsets. It was peeling terribly, and I bet if you had run your hand across it, the paint would fall like snow.

“Robin, to the town hall? For the file?” Crow queried over the screen. I had no idea what she was talking about, but Robin replied with, “Yeah, we should do that first, better than the bank.” Robin smirked and Crow's eyes narrowed. Then Robin looked at me, “Cy, we should probably let Crow lead right now, she knows this place like the palm of her hand.” “You bet I do.” Crow said. I could tell she was grinning underneath her helmet.

I let Crow slide in front of me, and she led me through the streets and alleys. Finally, we stopped in front of a tall white and brick building. It too had peeling paint, and you could tell it was old. It had tall granite steps and two Corinthian pillars that held up a small ceiling above the top step. “Here, park in that space ahead of you.” I followed her ‘order’ and my baby smoothly fit into the space.

After we parked, we just sat there for a moment until Crow rapped on the window. I pressed a button and it slid down. Crow stuck her hooded head through and said, ‘Does anyone want to come in?” “Here, I’ll go.” Robin started to open the door.

“Actually Robin…”Crow said in a hesitant voice, as if she didn’t know how Robin was going to respond. “I don’t think that’s the best idea. Because, well, you know…” Robin nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He turned to look at me. “Cy, why don’t you go?” I had never been to Gotham City before, so I did want to see what it was like. With a short nod, I got out of the car and strolled over to where Crow was.

“Okay, we’ll be right back guys.” Crow said with a small grin. As we began to walk away, Robin spoke out. “Crow?” She wheeled around at the sound of her name. “Try not to attract attention; you never know what it might do.”

“Robin, stealth is one of my strong points. Do you really expect me to get attention on purpose?” Robin raised an eyebrow as Crow began to walk towards the door yet again. We climbed up the granite steps and approached the door slowly. Crow reached out and shoved both the doors open. They creaked open and Crow boldly ambled inside, me following her lead.

The room was dim, a dusty chandelier hung from the ceiling. Wooden benches had been placed next to the walls, and bordering them were little side tables. The main desk was in the center of the room, stuck in between two rickety winding staircases. A female secretary sat at the desk sorting papers as she twirled her flaxen hair. I caught up with Crow and hissed “What are we doing here?”

“Getting my file and updating it slightly.” She whispered back. I nodded curtly as we approached the desk. “The secretary looked up and said. “How can I help you?”

“Hi. I was wondering if I could take a look at the file of the deceased Claire Wilson.” Crow said sweetly. Claire Wilson. That must have been her real name. Claire Wilson. It had a nice ring to it. The secretary looked up at us and glanced fearfully at us both. Must have been that I was half robot, and Crow was wearing a dark purple hooded cloak. “I-I’m sorry. We normally don’t allow visitors to examine files with out official permission.”

Crow placed her hands on the edge of the desk. “Look, Ms…” She glanced down at the nameplate on the front of the desk. “Melanson. Not to be rude or anything, but I really need to look at this file. If the person is deceased, what harm could it do?” Ms. Melanson’s face took on a darker mood. “I’m sorry, but why do you need to look at this file if the person is deceased?”

“I’m afraid I can’t explain that right now.” Crow spoke softly and with each word her voice grew more hazardous. “Well, if you can’t explain your ‘reason’, then I’m afraid you can’t look at the file.” Crow’s knuckles grew white as they gripped the edge of the desk more tightly. I could tell that Ms. Melanson was beginning to annoy her.

“Now, seeing as you have no purpose here,” Ms. Melanson said sweetly, “Please leave this building immediately.” Crow tilted her head up slightly and leaned a little closer to stare Ms. Melanson right in the eye. “Maybe you don’t understand what I need to do.” She breathed softly in a dangerous voice. “The girl in the file had requested that I update it as soon as possible. Now if you would please distribute the fi-.”

“The girl in the file is deceased, you said so yourself. Why should I believe that stupid lie?” Ms. Melanson smirked; she thought she had stumped Crow. She was wrong. “Why? Because it is not a lie.” Crow slowly reached up and slowly took down her hood. As soon as it rested upon her shoulders, Ms. Melanson’s grew as wide as the tires on my baby. She probably recognized Crow, did everybody know her?

“So, may I please have the file now?” Crow’s sweet tone wasn’t present anymore, her voice was dangerous. The secretary just stood there, mesmerized with what she saw. She stayed like that for at least thirty seconds. After she recovered she said softly. “Policy clearly states that without government permission, no living creature may read the file of a former Gotham residen-.”

“I don’t care about the policy!” Crow slammed her fist down as she raised her voice. Crow wasn’t yelling, yet, but she would be close if Ms. Melanson defied her one more time. As Crow’s fist hit the table, a thin crack spread from the edge of the desk to the pile of papers diagonal from her fist. Ms. Melanson’s eyes were full of fear as Crow spoke. “In case you haven’t noticed, I am not deceased. Now, I would appreciate it if you hand me my file and would let me update it. Now, if you would be so kind…”

“Let me make this as clear as I possibly can.” Ms. Melanson smoothed down her golden hair and said quietly. “No.”

Crow let out a small growl and flexed her fingers slightly. I don’t know exactly what happened next, but Crow’s eyes must have flashed purple or something and that made Ms. Melanson reach for the phone. Crow’s fingers caused the specks of dirt on the floor to form a brace the kept her hand from reaching the phone. Ms. Melanson’s gasped loudly as her hand was forced back to the arm of her chair. “Crow…”

“I-I’ll g-g-g-go ge-get the fi-fi-file right away.” Ms. Melanson stuttered as the specks of dirt fell from her wrist. She literally leapt up from her chair and barreled into the back room. Crow put her head down and sighed. None of us said anything for a moment. Personally, I think Crow overreacted on the file thing, having to use her powers. She had scared Ms. Melanson a lot. So much for not attracting attention.

“I’m sorry Cy.” Crow said as she faced the crack she had made. “I was wicked harsh and overreacted a ton.”
“No, you really didn’t…”

Crow spun around to look at me, eyebrows raised in a skeptic way. “Okay, you did. But it’s understandable.” She smiled at me in a soft way and said. “I guess so, I don’t like being back here. It’s like you’ve just walked out of a fire and you were able to douse yourself in cold water. Now, you have to walk back into the fire. It’s not easy or fun at al-.”

Crow stopped at the sound of the door creaking open. “He-he-here you go.” Ms. Melanson handed Crow the file with a shaky hand. She glanced at us fearfully and sat down in her swiveling chair. “May I borrow a pen?” Crow asked the secretary, and in a flash Ms. Melanson was holding a silver one out to her. “Thank you, I won’t be long with these.” Crow grinned and walked over to a bench. I followed her as she flopped down into the bench and began to flip through the file. I sat down next to her.

“No, no, no, ah! Here we go.” Crow scribbled something down onto the piece of paper. I didn’t see what it was, but she immediately shut the file and went to hand it back to the secretary.

“Thank you very much.” Crow said with a grin. She tossed the file onto the desk gently and walked away. “Crow, what did you write down?” I murmured to her as she pushed the large doors open.

Crow stopped walking and looked at me with a grin. “That I’m alive, and nothing more.”

[rrarbecy]

Wow. Good. Not much more to say. Maybe...great? Yeah, that's it, great.

[T.T.Raven4]

Her last name is Wilson? Maybe she's related to Slade...

Good chapter. Red was a good color for the chapter, and it showed a more dangerous side.

[Matt A]

Nice job, Crowgirl!

Nothing in particular was "off" from what I could see.

[Kregor8]

Ah, the colors. Or colours, depending on what side of the ocean you happen to be writting from (not you Crowgirl, L. Welshi and co). Let's get down to comments.
White: Innocent idea. Saw that - it was in the little piece before the title
Red: Wicked harshness. Yes! New Englandy-ness. No, that is not a real word. Does it matter?
It's nice to see that you've continuted the saga of Crow, and that your still using 1st person. Also, are we to expect only 8 chapters, since there are only 8 colors on the wheel? Actually, I think there are 6 colours, but you've added blanc, so why not noir? Or at least, that's my idea. Feel free to discard it. "A Girl Called Crow" was completely awesome, and I didn't comment until after it was over. I'm not making that mistake again...:D

Claire Wilson. Nice name, but do we pronounce it "Clair" or "Clairy"? Stress on the "e" sound, of course, like when Larry says "Larry" (in Fractured) to Starfire in the French voice.
Ok, that's it.
7<regor

[Sproxie]

Crowgirl I LOVE this chapter!!!! Nothing that i read wass "off" everything was perfect! Claire Wilson, the first thought i had when i read that name, was Slade, my next thought was "Claire is a nice name..." Post soon please!

[Crowgirl]

Don't worry, Slade is not related to Crow in any way. At least, I don't think so. And it is my story, so...

To tell you the truth, I'm not sure how many chapters there will be. I think it's going to be eight, nine, or ten, and I'm not having an epilouge this time. But the last chapter will knid of be like an epilouge. I think so anyway...

Claire is pronounced CL-AIR. Silent 'e' on that one, I've always loved that name, and Wilson is my last name, so that's why I used it. Claire's not my name though, but it is french. Comprenez-vous ? :D

Kregor8, what is this NewEnglandy-ness you speak of?

[Lord Welshi]

This is good. Only word for it, really. Nice emotion from Crow, worked well in that scene, and the colour association was spot-on. carry on, please

Lord Welshi

[Aquagirl15]

this is going to be as good or better than 'A girl Called Crow', and i think that you should do something w/ Crow totaly losing it and hurting someone or something.:shrug: that would be cool. anyway i have something to say on the 'Claire' topic. i have a friend named Claire and she absoulty hates her name!:eek: i don't know why, Claire is a pretty name. well that was a pretty quick update as far as i'm coserned. keep writing or you will suffer!!!!! :evil:

[T.T.Raven4]

HAHAHAHA!! That would be so funny! Ok, off topic.

Anyway, I still love how Crow has so many cool powers. Please post more soon, AND BREAK THINGS!

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Very intricate and well writen. you are a true master of fanfics and the plot line is brilliant.

[starburn1116]

lol.

crowgirl, have i told you that this story rocks?
*scans story*
nope
THIS STORY ROCKS!!!
done.

continue soon
no i'm serious
now.

[Pookey]

AWSOME fic. Crowgirl. You have such great writing skills. no joke!
Love how you use colors to represent emotions!

[Crowgirl]

Thanks ShadowOfAGhost, I'll check those out.

Ah well, here we go. I think something is wrong with it (Yes, I know I've said it before...) because I may have rushed it for my 'loyal fans'.

Ah well, here we go.

Orange can be interpreted with mystery,

Seeing as that orange is a mix of two very different colors.

And orange is the color that makes you want to think,

Want to ponder, want to muse



Chapter 3- Orange

As Seen Through the Eyes of Raven



Once again we were driving to another building in Gotham. Crow explained to Robin that this one was run down, and we could all go in if we chose. I don’t know about Cyborg or Beast Boy (it was obvious that Starfire has never been to Gotham before, when she met us it was her first time on Earth), but I was guessing that this, like me, was their first time in Gotham City.

Gotham City had a different ring than Jump City, a ring that was poles apart. It was, well, darker than Jump. Not by not having enough streetlights, but it had more of a sinful tone to it, as if somebody would come out of the shadows and attack you any second. Gotham seemed shrouded in mystery, like a cave surrounded by mist.

Cyborg was talking to Crow and Robin quietly up front, and Beast Boy was trying to make Star laugh, and I was watching the buildings pass. “So, Robin, Crow, where are we going now?” Robin looked back at me and said, “Actually, I’m not completely sure. Crow?” Robin glanced back to the screen. “Well, if you really want to know, it’s my old school.”

“Um.. Crow? You’ve hated your school for as long as I can remember, and that’s a pretty long time.” Crow raised her eyebrows underneath her helmet. “Exactly. Cy, turn left here. The building is a couple blocks down.” Cy swiftly turned left and leisurely drove past streetlamps and mailboxes. “Crow, why are we going to your old school?”

“Well, I have to get some stuff. Cy, park here.” Cyborg smoothly spun the wheel and the car slid into the painted lines, even though no other cars were there to avoid. I gazed out of the window and I saw a shabby building that looked as if it could have never been a school. The windows were cracked, coated in a layer of dust that could have been easily mistaken for snow. The bricks were crumbling; piles of rubble were draped over what remained of the concrete steps. The broken sign above the ancient doors read E. Gotham Junior High.

Two loud raps on the windows caught my attention. “Are you guys coming or not?” Crow said as Robin opened the door. “Yeah, why not? But what exactly are you getting?” Robin grinned as Crow responded. “Oh, you know. Usual stuff.” Robin slammed the door shut. “Usual? You mean pencils and notebooks usual?”

“You tell me Robin, you tell me.” Crow led us across the deserted street and up the creaking steps. “Um, you sure this is the right place?” Beast Boy whimpered as Crow shoved the doors open with a loud creak. She stepped inside and looked around. Crow tilted her head towards Beast Boy. “Positive.”

Auburn lockers hung on their hinges throughout the hall, giving anybody who walked in the impression that this school was disturbed. Papers and remains of old books lay scattered on the floor, along with the layer of dust similar to the one that coated the windows. Crow took a step in and gazed around at the doors. She looked at the side at a door that read ‘The Principal’ and smirked slightly. “I can’t tell you how many times I was in there.”

Crow strode forward and began to mutter something under her breath. It was as if she was counting something or reciting a list of numbers. We all followed her without a sound, not saying a word, and I think it was all because we were transfixed with this ‘school’s’ disrepair. The floor moaned with every step we took, the wind from outside galloped down each hallway we strode down and every corner we turned. There was a secret hidden here, I could feel it in my bones.

“Ah. Here we are.” Crow stopped with a grin in front of the rattiest locker of them all. It had a mottled gold plaque above it that I wasn’t able to read. “Robin, remember this locker?” He took a step forward and said, “Well, yeah. But why are we here?” Crow recited the inscription on the plaque out loud ‘This locker is a time capsule and is not to be opened until 3000.” Crow glanced at Robin, a smile playing on the edges of her mouth. “You know how I was the person who set this up?” Robin nodded.

“Well…” Crow opened the locker and revealed a black inside; she stared hard at it for a moment then stepped inside it. Beast Boy and I exchanged puzzled glances as all of us just stood there. Crow peered out with wide eyes. “Well, are you coming in or not?”

We all hesitantly stepped inside, traveled down some steps (with instructions from Crow), and found ourselves encased in a cloak of darkness. “Um... Crow where are we?” Robin asked her, he seemed just as puzzled as the rest of us. “Hold on, let me find the light. I know it’s here somewhere… ow!” I flinched as I heard a loud clout and a moan. “Found the light.” Crow said, wincing a bit as she flicked it on.

We were standing in some kind of closet, except it was probably four times the size of a regular one. It had shelves the color of Crow’s sword, and a thin layer of dust to match it. Random pieces of metal, notebooks, pieces of plastic bags, small boxes, and other clutter coated the shelves like snow on a driveway. It was as if it had been a forgotten storage room.

“Well, when I first got into this school, I built it, and kept spare stuff here. It’s been here for a while. When I made this place, I made up the time capsule thing so nobody would find it. And it worked, didn’t it?”

“Well, yeah. But why are we here now?” Robin queried as Crow began to sift through piles of stuff on the shelves. “I need to get some stuff, or at least know it’s here. Feel free to help.” We all spread out and searched corners of the room. “What are we looking for?” Cy asked her as his large hand pushed objects aside. “Two dark purple notebooks, a small silver door, a odd looking disk, and a thin black box.” Crow said without hesitation. We all began to search.

We had been looking for about five minutes when Starfire exclaimed, “I have discovered the odd looking disk!” She had handed it to Crow who slipped it into her cloak. “Thanks Star.” Crow said with a soft grin. When Robin asked, she explained there were some important blueprints and files on it that she needed.

Crow found one of the purple notebooks right when Beast Boy found the other. When I asked her about that, she said it was one of the many notebooks that are part of her diary. Then Robin tried to convince Crow to let him look at it, but she said no. Then Cy found the small metal door, it wasn’t even the size of his palm. Crow said that was a project she had been working on. About ten minutes later, Robin found the thin black box.

“Crow, is this what I think it is?” Robin waved it in the air. “Well, depends, what do you think it is?” Robin slowly opened the lid and grinned. “It’s your mask, I knew it. Are you taking it with you?” Robin held up a black piece of cloth with two slits in the center. A violent purple streak was laid across it, as if it was the barrier between two sides of the road.

“Robin, what do you think I’m going to do, take it to the bank?” Crow snatched back the mask and box with one swipe of her hand. “I don’t want it; I’m just going to keep it here. At least I know where it is now.” Crow gently placed it on the shelf closet to her. Her hands were coated in dust and her fingernails had bits of dirt on them. Crow gazed at Robin as she took a step forward. “You know why.”

Robin gave a curt nod and we began to walk out, Crow going last (she needed to shut off the light). When Crow finally got out, she slammed the door shut and two of the doors on the bordering lockers collapsed. “Heh heh heh, oops.” She said with a sheepish grin as she propped them back up with Robin’s help.

We walked outside Starfire asked Robin, “Where do we voyage to next? Would it be the former domicile of Crow? Would it be another room of storage? Would it be a-.”

“Um... actually… Starfire…” Robin said guiltily, “Crow and I have to do something, really important. Alone. So um…”

“Man, that’s cool. We’ll just take a look around the city, grab some pizza or something, and do other stuff.” Cyborg shrugged, “It’ll be cool.” Crow and Robin nodded but after a pause Crow said sternly, “Just make sure you guys don’t attract attention. It wouldn’t be a good idea, especially around here.” We all nodded, as if we were being taught arithmetic.

“Here, you guys take the T-Car, and I’ll go with Crow on her moped. When we’re done, we’ll call you guys and we’ll meet somewhere.” Robin and Crow slipped on their helmets and got onto Crow’s moped, Crow in front. Then they sped off with a wave.

“Alright y’all! Everybody in!” Cy exclaimed as he sat in the driver’s seat. “Y’all know the rules, so ready or not, here we go!” He stepped on the pedal and we began to explore the city.

[T.T.Raven4]

Nice. All the chapters have been a little mysterious, with the file, and all that stuff in the locker. It's all one big mystery. Please write more! Do NOT Keep me in suspense!

[Sproxie]

i LOVED it! :anime: Very nice, Your adding quite alot of mystery to your story, is there some other reason Robin wanted to bring Crow to Gotham? anyways, I think Orange was a great color choice for this chapter!

[Crowgirl]

Woah... Thanks.... SO many replies, so fast...

[Starfire5]

O.o old school+Crowgirls great writing= GREAT CHAPTER!!!!!
If ever went into my old school i would run up and down the halls yelling. "WHOOSE RUNNING DOWN THE HALLS NOW!!":sweat: .....but thats just me...:D

[T.T.Raven4]

LOL! I'd destroy everything!!!!! if it wasn't already...

Anyway, great chapter crowgirl. I hope there's a black chapter. i like Black. I likey lots.

[Crowgirl]

Okay, everyone. Rrarbecy and Drae already know part of this but I have good news!

I have drawn a some-what seeable picture of Crow, and am trying to scan it onto my computer to post here. If you reply, tell me if you want to see it and I'll post it here ASAP.

Crowgirl

[Rae]

Ah well, here we go. I think something is wrong with it (Yes, I know I've said it before...) because I may have rushed it for my 'loyal fans'.

I hope that comment wasn't aimed at me, actually i don't care if it was, i was just trying to point out that there are people here who enjoy your work and wait in suspense for you to write it. I didn't mean you had to rush, that is the last thing i want! Never rush!!

Moving on....I liked that chapter alot, and like Drae siad, you seem to give us more questions to ask instead of answering them (That's not a bad thing!)

Good luck with Yellow!
Rae

[Crowgirl]

its nice to see a different relation ship than Robin and Star (even though i keep them together in my fic...) too many people write about them (it gets boring)
Okay, this kinda confuses me. Do you mean the Crow and Cy thing? Or the fact that Crow and Robin are going somewhere alone? Ugh.... my head's starting to hurt...

Ah well, the picture may take a little longer, because I have a weird computer. Something keeps happening everytime I scan it and I can't copy and paste it here, but then again, I did only try it three times...

Ah well, back to the torture cell... keep the ectoplasmic reticulum away from me!! No....

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Very good! By the way, I think I figured out what is strange with the way your writing. Observe:
This is how you had it formated-->
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“Ah. Here we are.” Crow stopped with a grin in front of the rattiest locker of them all. It had a mottled gold plaque above it that I wasn’t able to read. “Robin, remember this locker?” He took a step forward and said, “Well, yeah. But why are we here?” Crow recited the inscription on the plaque out loud ‘This locker is a time capsule and is not to be opened until 3000.” Crow glanced at Robin, a smile playing on the edges of her mouth. “You know how I was the person who set this up?” Robin nodded.
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I think you just need to seperate it into paragraphs more for example -->

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“Ah. Here we are.” Crow stopped with a grin in front of the rattiest locker of them all. It had a mottled gold plaque above it that I wasn’t able to read. “Robin, remember this locker?”


He took a step forward and said, “Well, yeah. But why are we here?”


Crow recited the inscription on the plaque out loud ‘This locker is a time capsule and is not to be opened until 3000.” Crow glanced at Robin, a smile playing on the edges of her mouth. “You know how I was the person who set this up?” Robin nodded.

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It makes it a bit more readable and may very well clear up your uncertanties.

[Matt A]

Excellent point, Ghost. I'm not sure how she'll react, but excellent point all the same.

Anyway, that chapter was stunning. I like how we don't have a clue what's going on, plus you can pretty much guarantee that Cy, Rae and Star will get into some serious s**t the moment they set off. Sounds promising...

[raven54]

I want to see the picture of Crow too!!!!!! It will probally look awesome because she is such a cool character, i mean she has the sword (hehe im a little anime freak and swords..well they amaze me)and the cool power!!
me too... sharp, long, shiny AND pointy

[Lord Welshi]

A good chapter, it was well written and the school was nicely described, it really seems like a tumble-down, slightly creepy place.

Lord Welshi

P.S. i add my request to see the picture

[JazzyChick]

oops!:o

sorry about the confusion from my last post Crowgirl, i had a basketball tournament this week and haven't gotten much sleep (and i'm trying to prove to everyone at school that i'm not addicted to coffee, so my morning caffine boost is gone too..:( )

I really like the deep friendship between Crow and Robin. Robin always has to be separated (in a sense) from the group because he is the leader, his friendship with Crow takes away his authority (well, at least with her). I like seeing the side of him that isn't always in control. I also like the more romantic relationship you're developing with Crow and Cy, I'm not a believer in the Rae/Cy thing, and Crow and him fit together nicely.

I really like the pic, and am waiting impatiently for your yellow chapter.

uhhhh, hopefully that made more sense. If it didn't, sry, i just played another game.

[Kregor8]

Ah, nice. I wasn't sure what you'd bring out for orange. Also, I liked the picture. I don't have time to say anything now - people and stuff. But I'll be back later with a full review. I guess I'll just edit it into this post. So it'll be here later.

7<regor

<edit> I'll comment about the chapter here, and the picture in a new post to get this thing back up to the top of the page. Ugh! When you edit, it's really hard to quote! Here we go: Parts of this were better than Red (my favorite so far). The whole thing wasn't, though. I really love the way you describe the school - the whole colour scheme of Gotham, really. I've always pictured it more in grays and blues, but you've given me a new vision of it. Reds, oranges, and of course, lots of black. Rust and decay. Death and doom. Oops, I'm off on another tangent. I guess I always picture the posh Gotham - you've given us a different view. I'm hardly an expert on it though...

I have a guess who Robin and Crow are going to see. I really want to know what happens to Rae, BB, Star, and Cy. It's all going to nicely. So pretty. I'm thinking of the other colors. I know what blue and green are supposed to stand for...black too, if you put any. Green's soon. Then blue. Then purple! Which is Crow's personal color, so I need to know if you planned it that purple would be last or if it just worked out that way...
Also, glad there's no pink.

[Magick]

Okay, just finished reading this, and I have a few things to say:

1. I love this.
2. Crow has gotta be one of the most original, coolest characters I have ever read about.
3. The way that you're using colors to represent emotions and minor foreshadowing is extremely clever.
4. I can see a very nice plot developing.
5. I really like how you can write each character's speech pattern and thought process flawlessly.
6. I love this. Write more soon!

[Crowgirl]

Okay, I must thank T.T.Raven4 for agreeing (Sp, I know) on the spam thing. Also, getting online is becoming harder and harder for me to do. So I will no longer give the date when the chapter will come out. If you want to blame people for this, blame my older brother, my composition teacher, and my science teacher. Here is the next one:

Yellow, the color of being taught
About others and what's inside
Sometimes, it's not easy to undersatnd,
But eventually, all jigsaws come together.



Chapter 4- Yellow

As Seen Through the Eyes of Beast Boy



I don’t know why, but something made me think that there’s a lot about Crow that we don’t know. I’ve been thinking that ever since Robin found that mask back there, and I don’t think I am the only one.

We were all gabbling on about random things. I was trying to make Rae laugh, Star was exclaiming about all of the building and how ‘pretty’ the neon lights were, and Cy was deep in thought. When Cy was deep in thought, he had this look on this face that made his eyes focus on one particular object, his mouth would become a small frown, and his head would be tilted to the right side. I stopped telling Rae my jokes and tapped Cy on the shoulder.

“Dude, what’s up?” I asked him. Cy looked at me through one of the T-Car’s inside mirrors. “Nothin’, just thinking really. About why of all the stuff in there, why would Crow those things?” He said solemnly.

Rae nodded slowly, “Yeah, that’s what I was wondering too. It seems… peculiar.” I thought about the moment when Crow had listed off the things that she was looking for. Rae and Cy were right, why would Crow need a door, two notebooks, and a disk?

“But what confuses me most is the mask.” Rae spoke up, breaking the silence. “Why would Crow wear a mask?” We all were silent for a moment, thinking about possible answers. “Maybe she’s got alternate identity, like Robin had Red X?” I contributed. “That’d make sense, right?” Cy, Star, and Rae all looked at me skeptically.

“You really think, after all she’s been through, Crow would have an alternate identity?” Rae asked me, eyebrows raised. “Not that’s unable to happen B, but I think we might’ve known by now if she had. Wouldn’t she have tried to make it work?”

Cy returned his gaze back to the windshield and continued his speech. “From the way the other things looked, I’m pretty sure that the door and disk are just mechanical things, nothing special. And I think the notebooks are part of her diary things, those are when she was little, so the only suspicious thing is the mask.”

“But I’m pretty sure Crow’s perfectly happy being part of the Titans, so I don’t think she’d have an alternate identity. Why would she want to cause more trouble for herself?” Cy concluded with a sharp turn of the wheel.

I nodded, trying to make myself seem smarter, even though it wasn’t really working. “Hold on,” Rae began to say. “How do you know Crow is perfectly happy being with the Titans?” Rae raised an eyebrow as Cy searched for words. “Well, I, uh…”

‘Friends! I have spotted a glorious pizza place! Shall we venture in and vanquish our hunger?”

At Star’s word’s, I gazed out my window. The pizza place Star had been describing was not all that jazz. It was a rinky-dink type of place, small with a rundown neon sign that was falling apart. The second ‘Z’ in pizza was hanging on by a single metal bar.

“Cozy.” Rae said in her monotone voice, breaking the silence.

“As long as the food they serve is edible, it’s cool with me.” Cy replied. After we had all agreed to eat there Cy parked the car a couple of spaces away from the entrance. I reached for the handle of the door, but just as I was about to open it, Rae stopped me.

“Maybe just Starfire and I should go in. No offense, but, well, you and Cyborg would probably attract more attention than Starfire and I would, so maybe we should be the only ones, that go in.”

“Yeah Rae, your probably right. We’ll wait here, then when you come back we’ll just eat the pizza here, or in some alley. We’ll wait here.” Star and Rae simultaneously got out of the car and headed towards the pizza shop.

“Cy, explain to me why we’re here if we’re not gonna have any fun!” I said exasperated. If this was what it was going to be, I should have just stayed back at the tower trying to beat Cy’s high score on Racer 2X. Cy glanced at me, eyebrow raised.

“Because coming here is important to Robin and Crow, and we’re their friends.”






As Seen Through the Eyes of Starfire



I gazed at the menu for the seventh time, attempting to decide what type of pizza to get. “Starfire, can we please just get something?” Raven gave me an exasperated look. “Yes, yes Raven, let I am not sure what to purchase for us and our friends. Shall it be the pepperoni? Shall it be the mushroom with the chicken? Or shall it be the-.”

“Look ladies, I don’t mean ta’ hurry ya up, but can ya’ just make ya orda’?” The ugly man at the bar complained. He had a rounded face that would of looked welcoming if it hadn’t been for the permanent scowl, the rugged skin, and the splotches of white scars (remains of an accident, no doubt) present everywhere on his face. His gaze could have paralyzed you with fear, and burned you with the malice thriving in his cold black eyes.

“Can you just give us a minute? Do you want our business or not?” Raven spat as she glared daggers at the cashier. He seemed unnerved by her glare, for he merely scowled more.

“Look, Starfire, if you can’t decide, I will. Okay?” Raven glanced at me as I nodded my head slightly. I had been attempting to decide the pizza for my friends for at least fifteen earth minutes. Delegating the task to Raven did not seem like such a bad idea.

“Yes Raven, you shall choose the pizza.” Raven gave me a quick glance and then curtly said to the man at the register, “A quarter mushroom, quarter pepperoni, quarter garlic, and quarter, uh….” Raven fixed her gaze on me.

“Mint frosting!” I exclaimed with joy. Raven rolled her eyes and said, “And a quarter of mint frosting.” As soon as Raven finished placing her order the man just gazed at her, as if to say you have got to be joking. Raven merely raised her eyebrows, and the man traveled to the back of the store to retrieve the pizza.

I gazed around the dingy restaurant. The only occupants were about five other grown men who looked similar to the rugged man at the register. Empty bottles littered the tables and they all were gazing fixedly at Raven and me. I grinned nervously, and they grinned back as if they were insane.

Raven saw me staring and forced me to wheel around. “We can’t attract attention, remember?” She hissed at me. “Don’t even look at them!” She let go of my limb and turned back to the man who was formerly at the register. He was carrying out a thick round pizza that was letting off a thick flow of steam.

The man slid it onto the counter and asked Raven, “That’d to go or for here?”

“To go, and can we have four sodas?” Raven said as the man scowled at her yet again. He went into the back one more time, carrying the pizza, and he came back holding four soda bottles, which were coated lightly in dust.

“Well, that’s not against the health laws. I think.” Raven muttered under her breath as the man slid the pizza in front of her. “That’ll be 26.87.” The man said without emotion.

“That much?” Raven queried as she glanced at the price board. “Yeah, that much. Now are you just gonna’ stand there or take your food.” The man greedily stuck out his hand, waiting for the green slips of paper called ‘dollars’.

“Hmm…” Raven paused for a moment and stared at the sign. After a few minutes of silence Raven spoke up. “All right, here.” Raven took out a few green slips of paper and placed them on the counter. She picked up the pizza and dusty bottles and began to walk away, with me treading in her footsteps.

“Now just holds on there miss.”

Raven wheeled around, sodas almost flying into my arms. “What?” Raven snapped. The man waved the money in the air. “You gave me seventeen bucks. The price was 26.87. You gave me the wrong amount.”

“No, actually, you tried to cheat us. I gave you the proper amount, plus tax.” Raven spun around and stalked towards the door. The bottles of soda slid of the pizza box and I reached out to catch them. As each one plopped into my hand, I noticed a figure taking a step closer to me. Then another step. Then another step…

I flexed my arm and sent the man flying into one of the tables. “Starfire!!” Raven exclaimed as he crashed into the table. She grabbed my free arm and sped towards the door, muttering under her breath. Raven was just about to reach the door when the man from the counter slid in front of her, holding a lethal looking piece of metal in his hands.

“Takin’ a guess, I’d say you’re new to these parts.” The man smacked the piece of metal in his palm repeatedly. “So let me fill ya’ in on some stuff. First off,”

The man took a step closer, and Raven and I backed up. “Ya’ don’t just change the price of a purchase ‘ere, ya’ pay what yer told to pay. Second,” The man took another step closer, and yet again Raven and I backed up. “Ya’ don’t just sass yer elders here, ya’ treat ‘em with respect. And third,” The man took his final step forward.

“Welcome to East Gotham.”

The man swung the bar at Raven’s head, but Raven used her powers to stop it. His eyes grew wide as it twisted itself into a knot. “Boys,” the man said as he threw the scrap of metal aside. “Let’s show these gals what happens to the supers here in Gotham.”

Raven hastily slid the pizza onto one of the side tables, and I simeltaniously put down the bottles. We stood side to side, ready to fight.

All of the men sitting at the tables suddenly looked more vicious when they were heading towards us and had broken bottles in their hands. With a sickening yell the man at the cashier swung his fist at my head, but I blocked him and threw him into the counter.

I lit my fingertips with starbolts and shot a few at a couple of the men. This knocked the bottles and other miscellaneous weapons out of their hands. As they shattered, the pack of men gazed at me in fearful awe.

“So much for not attracting attention Star.” Raven snorted. “Ah well. Azarath Metrion Zinthos!!” Raven eyes emitted an immaculate white glow as black energy crackled around her fingertips. Chairs and tables soared and circled the seven men.

“What the hell is going o-.”

With a loud bang the chairs and tables crashed into the men. They all immediately collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Raven glanced at the men with disgusted eyes, and then picked up the pizza, which had slid to the floor in all the commotion. I silently picked up the four dusty bottles. Raven was about to open the door when I interrupted her.

“Um.. Raven?”

She spun around and raised an eyebrow. I continued. “Many of your earth expressions are still strange to me, but I believe the correct term for this is ‘not a word?’”

Raven nodded, and I could see the smile playing on the edge of her lips.

“Yes Star, not a word.”

[nevermore]

I can't say a word...I need to say more!!! That was awesome!!! The ending was good. I liked it. The secret identity thing seemed logical. She was supposedly dead. She could have been wearing the mask to keep people thinking that she was still dead.

Please post more...Pleeeeeease?:crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: <- no one can resist this face.:evil:

[Crowgirl]

:crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: <- no one can resist this face.:evil:
I can, and will.

[Sproxie]

Wow Crowgirl, I think this is probably my favorite Chapter. The action scene, the ending, everything was great!

“Um.. Raven?”

She spun around and raised an eyebrow. I continued. “Many of your earth expressions are still strange to me, but I believe the correct term for this is ‘not a word?’”

Raven nodded, and I could see the smile playing on the edge of her lips.

“Yes Star, not a word.”
^ I liked that part alot. :anime: I dunno why.

[Matt A]

Okay, all I can say now is...BAR BRAAAAAWL! Legendary stuff!

Yeah, that last bit was pretty cool.

[Raven37]

That was so awesome. I loved almost everything about the chapter. It had an excellent fight scene and humor. Great job!!!:D Please post more soon!

-Raven37http://fs5.deviantart.com/i/2004/331/c/4/_raven__by_FreeLancerFox.gif

[Aquagirl15]

funny stuff! i liked everything too. that was a funny chapter! i am desprate to her more. DIE evils that keep Crowgirl of the computer DIE!!!! :D

[rrarbecy]

1. Where's Batman.

2. Raven and Starfire kickin' ass!! BOO YAH!!

[ShadowOfAGhost]

I suspect that since this chapter was of the other titans, the next chapter will be about Batman, Robin, and Crow. though I must say that the whole time I was expecting Batman to show up all hostile and treating them like an enemy (a. because it's his nature, and b. because robin is the only Titan he knows)

other than that, I'd just like to say that this chapter was excelent and was well worth the wait.

If problems regarding homework\teachers\other reasons that keep you off the computer compound too much for you, I'm sure you could turn to us to form a support group (cough***Lynch Mob***Cough):evil: . But seriously, Excelent work!

[Pookey]

Crow, 2 words, WICKED AWESOME! I can't wait for your next Ch., but one question. How does happyness go with the fight scene? Love the Ch.!! Love the story!

[T.T.Raven4]

Nice. Very nice. The plot display was perfect. Exquisite descriptions of the men at the Pizza Parlor. I loved it.

The yellow didn't seem to fit too well to me though. Maybe it's just me. Write more when you get the chance!

~TTR4~

P.S. No problem with the spam thing.

[Rae]

Awsome!!!

I loved the Bar fight scene it was pure comedy and action!!!

Hope you can post in the near future!!!

[Crowgirl]

Okay, couple of things.


I'm just looked over and I'm going to try to put a new emotion into yellow, 'cause happiness doesn't fit AT ALL.
True, I don't like Batman that much, but if you read A Girl Called Crow, then you'd know I already plan out my stories before I even post them.
I believe I am what you would call happy because somebody is reading this(You know who you are...)!!!!
Yeah, so I will try to make those changes and all that jazz. But still, I'm too busy being happy.

[Matt A]

I'm just looked over and I'm going to try to put a new emotion into yellow, 'cause happiness doesn't fit AT ALL.Well, it does fit, in a way: the opening quote reads "Yellow, the color of happiness, is a color all of us can find in our hearts. Sometimes, it’s hard to find in yourself, but harder to find in another person". Place key emphasis on the second sentence.

[Kregor8]

This is a good chapter...but I agree that the happiness doesn't quite fit. If you think of something new, let us know. If not, I'll just go with what Welshi's Mate said.
This is the first chapter in this story that has had two different viewpoints in it. Starfire's is my favorite part - especially that last line or two. The bar fight was classic, and well done. I'm not sure how the dudes in the bar were planning on beating any "supers," but hey. The whole mint-pizza thing seems to have become an accepted fact in TT. So I'll have to remember that...:D

Good job. Green comes next. We all know what green means.
7<regor

[raven54]

This is a good chapter...but I agree that the happiness doesn't quite fit. If you think of something new, let us know. If not, I'll just go with what Welshi's Mate said.
This is the first chapter in this story that has had two different viewpoints in it. Starfire's is my favorite part - especially that last line or two. The bar fight was classic, and well done. I'm not sure how the dudes in the bar were planning on beating any "supers," but hey. The whole mint-pizza thing seems to have become an accepted fact in TT. So I'll have to remember that...:D

Good job. Green comes next. We all know what green means.
7<regor
Holy expletive, this is one wicked fic. Kregor got all my thoughts...

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Green: I'm guessing strength, finances, or envy

[Lord Welshi]

Green: I'm guessing strength, finances, or envy
Or Beast Boy. He's basically an emotion all by himself! A somewhat hard to describe emotion, certainly.

Anyway, next chapter soon, please.

As commanded by Lord Welshi:general:

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Or Beast Boy. He's basically an emotion all by himself! A somewhat hard to describe emotion, certainly.

Anyway, next chapter soon, please.

As commanded by Lord Welshi:general:
good point, but you have to consider that it would be so dificult to write due to the fact that BB shifts so often. Either way, it doesn't matter because the chapter is garunteed to be beyond description (yet we always seem to find a way to do just that). Keep the good writing flowing! And remember the "support group" :evil: is always ready when you need us.

[Spectre]

Hey...

Just started reading this fanfic, and I love it! Crowgirl, you're an incredible writer. I know something of the written word myself... and I love the way your work conveys the links and relationships between each member of the Titans. Your'e also extremely skilled at original character creation, if Crow is any indicaiton- she meshes so well with the Teen Titans, it's as if she was always a part of them. I think she fits in better than Terra ever did.

I also love your use of the color wheel! Don't forget, black and white are included as the two extreme ends, and gray is in the center of the wheel, so those are options as well.

Oooo... is green really next? The color of ENVY. I like the sound of that. Can't wait for more! :D :D :D

[Crowgirl]

The color of ENVY. I like the sound of that. Can't wait for more! :D :D :DWho said anything about envy? I certainly didn't. And money? Oh yeah, the Teent Titans all of a sudden win the lottery. Strength? How do I incorperate that?

Okay, I would just like to point out that writing a chapter for a story like this takes a hell lot of time. Please excuse me if I'm being rude here, but it took me at least an hour to type 'Yellow' do a TON of stuff including school and church. I do have what some people would call a social life. I also cannot always be online 24/7. So please take that into consideration and do not just demand another chapter. Even I have stopped doing this, or at least, do it rarely.

Also, I have important news!! I am not alone!! I think a friend of mine will be joining this forum! :anime: I have no clue what her Username will be, but when she registers please, please, Please, PLease, PLEase, PLEAse, PLEASe, PLEASE, be nice.

Ah well, I'm supposed to be typing my 'Grasshopper Sparrow' essay since I'm on the school computer. I'm a baaaaaaaad girl.

Crowgirl

P.S. I just edited the new opening stanza, please check it out and tell me if you agree.:anime:

[T.T.Raven4]

How do you guys do that? I'd never get away with coming here on the school computer. They have like hidden cameras (Actually, we think they do, caught people doing stuff so many times)

Anyway, Sorry! I'll stop doing that. Plus, I know how hard school can make things. Evil. EVIL!

~TTR4~

[ShadowOfAGhost]

I do have what some people would call a social life.

Also, I have important news!! I am not alone!! I think a friend of mine will be joining this forum! :anime: I have no clue what her Username will be, but when she registers please, please, Please, PLease, PLEase, PLEAse, PLEASe, PLEASE, be nice.

P.S. I just edited the new opening stanza, please check it out and tell me if you agree.:anime:
1. social life? what is this social life you speak of? I thought this forum was your social life?

2. Why would we give her trouble? I mean honestly, just show me one incident when anyone has hazed a newbie.

3. Interesting, I can only say that it is quite interesting how you put that, vaugue enough to apply to anything, yet highly applicable to said chapter.

As for green and strength, you could probably have Batman send Crow through some test of her powers or a test to see how she has improved over the years or something of that nature.

[Crowgirl]

2. Why would we give her trouble? I mean honestly, just show me one incident when anyone has hazed a newbie.

I was joking. You know, ha ha?

As for green and strength, you could probably have Batman send Crow through some test of her powers or a test to see how she has improved over the years or something of that nature.
Uh.....

[T.T.Raven4]

For like the 1,000th time, she doesn't like Batman.

Yea, when have we ever been actually mean for no reason to a newbie, or even ever?

[ShadowOfAGhost]

For like the 1,000th time, she doesn't like Batman.
THEN WHY THE HELL ARE THE BACK IN GOTHAM!!! DIDN'T ROBIN SAY SOMETHING EARLIER TOO THE EFFECT OF "WE SHOULD GO BACK SO WE CAN LET EVERYONE KNOW YOU ARE STILL ALIVE, INCLUDEING BATMAN WHO WOULD BE INTERESTED IN KNOWING THAT YOU SURVIVED"!
this is not a direct quote, but a synopsys of what I have in memory. but then, my memory sucks. I need to trade mine in for a newer model or at least upgrade it.

[Crowgirl]

I WAS JOKING!!!!!!! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!?!?!


Okay, I had to let that out, sorry. But I was joking! (Well, some of us have been mean to JTD on his fic, but that was for a reason...)

And just because I don't like Batman doesn't mean that I won't put him in this story, If I decide to use him. I also don't know that much about him, besides what I've seen on 'The Batman.

Has anybody actually looked at the new beginning stanza?

[JazzyChick]

i just re-read the opening stanza for yellow, and yeah, it fits a lot better than happiness.

sry about your school work. wait a second: why the heck are you using a school computer? TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS EVE! don't ya get a break or somthing? the only thing i have to do over the break is the occational basketball practice, no homework, no nothing. WHAT KIND OF TWISTED PEOPLE GIVE HOMEWORK OVER CHRISTMAS?

anywho, i can't wait for the next chapter, but take as long as you need. you writing amazingly well, and i'd rather have your best than a rushed chap just for the sake of posting a chapter. :rolleyes: (it that makes sense, my mind works in strange ways so people rarely understand what i'm trying to say...)

[Spectre]

Oh, and Crowgirl... if all you've seen of Batman is what's on The Batman, then you're seriously missing out, nor are you getting the best picture of him.

If you're going to include him in your story, or if you just like the superheroes of DC Comics, or superheroes at all, you owe it to yourself to rent some videos/dvds of Batman: The Animated Series. I would try and get some of Volume One of the series, which is now on DVD, but Batman: Mask of the Phantasm is another excellent choice. Heck, even the most recent direct to video release, Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman, isn't bad.

Seriously, if you've only just seen 'The Batman', then I can't blame you for having a mediocre picture of the Dark Knight. You really must watch something of 'Batman: The Animated Series', to know the true extent of his greatness, not to mention doing justice to his character when he eventually appears in your story.

[Crowgirl]

You obviously know much more about Batman than I do. Would you do ont or both of the following things for me?


Let me PM my chapter to you for you to edit about Batman
Pm me about Batman (personality wise) and his relationship with Robin
Also, anybody else who wants to help me is free to offer.

Crowgirl

[Kregor8]

I like the new yellow opener so much better. I'm not sure if you just made it all up and called it "yellow," but "it don't make no mind." It's cool anyway. So, congrats on fixing the one flaw of chapter yellow.

7<regor

[Crowgirl]

Okay, I don't know if this counts a spam, but I just wanted to give you guys a check-up.

I am currently one third of the way through the next chapter (and since this is going to be the hardest one to write, I'd say that's a very good thing), and I am going to ask some unlucky fellow to edit it (You have been warned).

Cheers!!

Crowgirl

[Spectre]

You obviously know much more about Batman than I do. Would you do ont or both of the following things for me?


Let me PM my chapter to you for you to edit about Batman
Pm me about Batman (personality wise) and his relationship with Robin
Also, anybody else who wants to help me is free to offer.

Crowgirl

Sorry I didn't reply to your post earlier, Crowgirl... I'm honored you consider me enough of an expert on Batman to 'tutor' you on him, though I must confess my knowledge of his character is mostly limited to what I've seen in the animated series, as I'm not as familiar with his comic book exploits.

But... the next time you're in Barnes & Noble, or some other book store, see if you can find and flip through a large graphic novel collection called Batman: The Long Halloween by Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale. It is an excellent portrait of the Dark Knight in all his wraith-like glory.

I would also take ShadowOfAGhost's advice and write Batman somewhat like Raven. Only... moreso. Batman isn't as gothic and, dare I say, morose as Raven is, but he's even MORE brooding, aloof, and calculating than she.

Also, Robin in TT is very much Batman's 'apprentice'. Look at his intensity when on the hunt, his obsession over Slade, his martial arts fighting style and, especially, his behavior in 'Masks'. His loner personality, and his willingness to have even his closest friends play the fools in his detective work- his excellent detective work, I might add. All of these things he's inherited from Batman.

So, take Raven at her most brooding, Robin at his most determined and intense and obsessive, blend them together, and crank the knob up to 11, Spinal Tap-style, and you have an idea of what the Big Bad Bat is like.

[Crowgirl]

*Crowgirl jumps in with a dark purple cape* Huzzah! I, Crowgirl, bring you another chapter of ‘The Color Wheel!! *In a sweeping motion, Crowgirl tears off cape and it inadvertently covers Kregor8’s face.*



Now, I was talking with TTR4 a couple of days ago, and I told him it was almost over. He was surprised, because I hadn’t even brought in a villain yet. I thought about what he had said and I came up with this: Every episode of Teen Titans has two problems: A problem with a villain, and an emotional problem or a problem within the team. This story is going with the emotional problem, and it’s not going to have-.


“Excuse me!” *Kregor8 walks over, holding cape in hand*
“Yes?”
“You just accidentally covered my face when you threw your cape, and I wasn’t even in this thread!” *Kregor8 tosses cape at Crowgirl, who misses the catch*
“Oh. Sorry about that.”
“Now, if you excuse me, I have to go finish my extraordinarily long review in another thread.” *Kregor8 hastily walks off*
*Crowgirl glances at cape, picks it up, and stuffs it in trashcan* “Stupid capes.”



Anyway, as I was saying, this story is only going with the emotional problem, and it’s not going to have a villain. This is why there are no fight scenes.


So, I bet you want to read my chapter. Please let me know if I did it justice, and if I didn’t (Actually, I probably don’t want to know that…). First, I would like to thank ShadowOfAGhost for editing the first part of the chapter. He helped me a lot. Sooooooooooo *Takes deep breath* ooooooooo, here is ‘Green’!!!!



Green represents envy,
The wanting for the things we don’t have.
And if we want the things we once had,
The pain only worsens.



Chapter 5- Green

As Seen Through the Eyes of Robin



“Look, just push the doorbell, alright?”

Crow looked at me, exasperated. We had gone through the gates (the security measures were the same) and were standing at the door. It was exactly the same, just like I remembered. Crow hadn’t really spent much time here, she had only come here two or three times. I wasn’t sure if bringing her along was the best idea, but she did have the transportation, and I really didn’t want the others coming along.

Meanwhile, through all of my thoughts, neither of us wanted to push the doorbell. As stupid as it was, we had been arguing about it for five minutes.

“Robin, we are here for your visit. So you push the doorbell.”

“Crow, this is getting stupid. Just push it.”

“No! You do it.”

“No, you!”

“You!”

“You!”

“You!”

Crow groaned loudly. “Look. This is extremely stupid. Why don’t we just both press it at the same time?” We both nodded and positioned our hand in a position to press the bell.

“Okay,” Crow said calmly. “Ready?” I nodded again. “One, two, three.”

Neither of us moved.

“That’s it! Why can’t you just push the stupid bell?” Crow glared at me.

“Why? Because…” I grabbed Crow’s hand and pressed it against the doorbell.

“You’ve already pressed it.”

“What is your-.”

Crow was interrupted by the sound of the oak door opening. Crow and I glanced at each other and froze, our eyes gazing at the withered hand that protruded from the crack. The door opened slowly, as if time had frozen. By the time the doors had opened fully, they revealed a old man with a silver ring of hair around his head. He was dressed in a proper black suit. Over his sleeve was a small white towel, and in his hand was an average sized tea tray. When he saw us, his eyes were wide.

“Master Dick? What a…. surprise to see you here. Welcome back.” A small grin formed on the edge of Alfred’s pale lips.

“It’s nice to see you again Alfred. Glad to be back.” I stretched out my gloved hand and grasped his hand as I shook it slightly. When we finally let go, Alfred’s gaze shifted to Crow. Alfred’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Miss Claire? But I, we, well, we thought you had…”

“Well, I did, but I didn’t. It’s hard to explain. But it is good to see a familiar face.” Crow gave a small grin, which Alfred returned.

“Master Bruce will be so pleased to see you, do come in.” Alfred gave the door a slight push and they revealed a dark entrance hall with portraits lining the walls. Alfred slowly walked towards the staircase, and silently Crow and I followed.

The mansion hadn’t changed much; it looked exactly the same from when I was here last, which was awhile ago. I intently gazed around as I strolled down the halls, letting my surroundings soak in. I heard Crow hurry next to me and she fell in step with me. Simultaneously, we looked at each other, our smiles being concealed (or at least, we were trying to conceal our smiles).

“Claire?” I hissed softly, so Alfred couldn’t hear me.

“Dick?”

For a second we looked each other in the eye, then quickly turned away.






“So let me see if this is correct.”

Bruce, who was wearing a black T-shirt and navy sweatpants, gently put down the half-drunken cup of tea and gazed at me with his brown eyes. He didn’t look that different, only his normally black hair had a few gray stands in it. On the ride here, I had wondered if Bruce was going to put on his suit before he saw us, but since Crow (Oops, since Claire) and I both knew who he was, it would have been pointless. “You are part of a team called the Teen Titans.”

I nodded.

“You are the leader.”

I repeated the motion.

“So far, your worst enemy has been Slade, who forced you to become his apprentice, by threatening to kill your friends.”

I nodded again.

“And you still go by Robin.”

For the last time, I nodded.

“And you,” Bruce looked at Crow, who had recently been swishing the mound of sugar around in her tea cup, who looked up as if to give the impression that she had been paying attention the whole time. “You’ve been on the run for six years, catching up with Alpha, the man you killed you family.”

“Ding.” Crow gave a small grin.

“And when you found the Titans, you teamed up with them to put Alpha in jail.”

“Ding.”

“And you found out that Alpha was your father, who is now in jail.”

“Ding.”

“You now go by the name ‘Crow’.”

“Ding.”

“And you are currently a part of the Titans.”

“D-.”

“Crow,” I interrupted as she was about to answer. “Please, please, do not say ‘ding’ again.”

Crow merely gave a small mischievous grin. “Dong.”

I swallowed my laugh, and glanced at Bruce, who had the faintest grin on his face. Around Bruce, Crow seemed, well, nervous. I actually don’t think I have ever seen Crow nervous before, outside of battle, that is. But even though she had been put under our protection awhile ago, Crow and Bruce never really got to know each other that well.

“Additionally, you are the universe’s only duplicate, meaning you can copy other people’s abilities and use them yourself.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Bruce murmured something to himself that I couldn’t hear. He took another small sip of his tea, causing a moment of pure silence. I took a small sip of lukewarm tea, and Crow copied my motion (Although I’m pretty sure she just gulped down a bunch of sugar). Bruce eventually broke the silence.

“Not be rude, put would you care to give a de-.”

“A demonstration of my powers?” Crow finished for him. Bruce curtly nodded. Without a word, Crow placed her cup of tea down on the table and picked up the small kettle in the center of the table. With Bruce eying her every motion, she calmly poured herself some more tea. When she had put the kettle down, she took a small sip from the cup, placed it in front of her, and closed her eyes.

I could see a faint lilac light emitting from Crow’s eyelids as her teacup began to slightly rattle. I heard Alfred’s footsteps as he walked into the parlor, and I saw Bruce’s eyes widen slightly. In a single whooshing motion, the tea soared out of the cup and hovered into a shapeless blob, about four inches away from her nose.

I had seen Crow do this trick before, when she was giving us a demonstration of Alpha’s ‘box’ in the Tower, but what she did wasn’t the same. Crow caused the blob of dirtied water to soar around the table in the form of a comet. After a few rounds, the tea flew to the middle of the table and split into four separate shapes.

Each shape followed another as they spun in a circle. Looking like one thin line of tea, the figure soared up and yet again meshed together to create a blob. The globule of tea just hovered next to the ceiling for a moment, then all of a sudden, it fell from the air.

Since the ceiling in the parlor was so high, the blob of tea was able to fall at about 15 miles per hour. Since it was only tea, I didn’t panic. I merely watched the tea plummet to what looked like the center of the table.

As the blob of tea was about to collide into the table, Bruce reached out his hand, as if to stop the blob from colliding with the table. As the blob rocketed down, I noticed the glow from Crow’s eyes was becoming darker. The blob was speeding up, and when it was about less than an inch above Bruce’s palm, it stopped.

Gently, the blob of water hovered above Bruce’s fingers for a moment, then as if it was a rock that had been skipped, hopped back into Crow’s tea cup. Crow’s eyes finally opened, a slight purple layer still coating them, and she silently took a sip of her tea/mound of sugar.

“Impressive.” Bruce

Crow gave a faint grin. “Thank you.”

Crow glanced at me and snuck me a grin. I returned it as Crow turned to look at the grandfather clock near the wall. “Oh!” Crow exclaimed as she saw the time. It was four ‘o’ seven. “Robin, will you be able to catch a ride with Cy and the others when you leave? I have to go.”

I was surprised. What was Crow going to do? “Where exactly are you going?” I asked her.

Crow hastily got up from the table and lightly pushed the tea cup towards the center of the table. “I’d like to see the graves before we go.”

I was silent for a moment. I hadn’t really expected this, and I know I should have. I would have thought that was the last place she wanted to go to. But then again, she probably wanted to see what was on her gravestone, and her family’s.

“Well, when you’re done, call.” I said finally.

“I will, but do you know what graveyard th-.”

“The graveyard is where the building burnt down.” Bruce interrupted as he sipped from his cup again. Crow looked puzzled, as if to say: Why would you know that? “We put the inscriptions on the gravestones.” He cleared up for us. I had forgotten about that.

“Oh, well, thank you. Not just for the tea and everything, but for the inscriptions too. I really appreciate it. But I was wondering if I could, well, if you would mind me…”

“Feel free to change them as you like,” Alfred said from behind Crow, who was had her dark purple cloak draped over his arm, “It is your family, not ours.” Alfred extended the cloak out to Crow, and she draped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you again.” Crow said, smiling softly. “It was nice to see you.” Crow gave one last smile and walked out of the room. We were all silent, until we heard the muffled sound of a door opening and closing.

“Out of all the women I have met, she is one of the most, intriguing.” Alfred said thoughtfully as he poured himself a cup of tea.

“She’s Crow, or Claire, which ever you want to call her, but you can’t really expect anything else.” I said, pondering the thought. You couldn’t change Crow if you paid her, she’s way too stubborn (but sometimes, that’s a good thing).

More silence. Just to busy myself, I poured some more tea into my cup. I was in the middle of my first sip when Bruce spoke.

“You know she envies you.”

“Sorry?”

“Crow, she’s jealous of you.”

I nearly spat out my tea. “She… why?”

“I’m not completely sure, but she had a slight expression on her face that told me.”

Why would Crow be jealous of me? It didn’t really make sense, she and I had so much in common, why? Thinking about what she and I both had for a moment, I slowly put two and two together. A family.

Technically, I didn’t have a family, but since I grew up with Alfred and Bruce as guardians, they were the closest thing I had to a family. On the other hand, the closest thing Crow had to a family was the Titans. I knew still missed her family (But not her father), but I never knew she was jealous of me for having something like it.

“I think,” I began slowly, “I think it’s because Crow doesn’t really have much of a family left. She definitely misses them, not her father though, so it makes sense in a twisted sort of way.” Bruce nodded, and there was more silence.

“Tell me more about your friends.” Bruce said. Earlier Crow (Oops, Claire) and I had told him the basic information about the others, but not that deep as to explain their personalities.

“Well, I told you Starfire is from Tamaran, but she’s also the princess. One time...”

And for another hour and a half, we just sat and talked in a comfortable environment. I had to thank Crow later for making me come.


Well, what did you think?

[T.T.Raven4]

I was really questioning your method of writing when you explained it to me, but now I actually think that this could work out as well or even better than any other.

Crow being jealous? That's a weird thought. I never would have guessed it, but it does fit in correctly, plus there are reasons why she could be.

It was very nice to see Bruce in the fic. I really didn't think you'd bring him in, but it was still very good.

This was a very good chapter, and very much worth the wait. Congratulations on another spectacu;ar chapter.

[Pookey]

woot, woot! Go Crowgirl! That was a cool Ch. Bringing Bruce in was cool.

[Aquagirl15]

green is one of my favorite colors so i was wondering how i would like this chapter. i like it a lot. it was intersting that Crow/Claire is jealous of Robin, though he doesn't really have a family. i really liked how Robin and Crow didn't know each others' real names. it was funny. although i don't exactly know who Bruce is, he seems to have a good friendship with Robin which was nice to see after Raven and Star got attacked. post soon please!!! :D

[Sproxie]

Crow being jealous? That's a weird thought. I never would have guessed it, but it does fit in correctly, plus there are reasons why she could be.

It was very nice to see Bruce in the fic. I really didn't think you'd bring him in, but it was still very good.

This was a very good chapter, and very much worth the wait. Congratulations on another spectacu;ar chapter. My thoughts exactly.

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Excelent! one of the best chapters yet, and this time, the color actualy fit with the chapter (***cough***Yellow***cough***). and you took a swing at Kregor too! then again, I guess it was justified, seeing that he did the same to you.:p But you took it a step farther than he did... and behind his back too...

He got irritated at me once for spamming on his thread...imagine what he would say if he were to find out about the extra insult...
:evil: :evil: :evil:

oh well, I'm off track. Where was I? ah yes...Excelent work!

Shadow

[Matt A]

Finally, a new chapter! And my God was it worth the wait! The doorbell skit at the start was pretty damn funny, and getting an outside perspective, as it were, on Bruce and Albert was a nice touch. I must admit that I know less about Batman than I do about Teen Titans, so I'm not about to comment on a accurately you did/didn't portray them, but I get a felling that you've done a good job...

[Spectre]

Excellent work, Crowgirl. The dialouge was able to bounce from humorous to tender to expository and back again without skipping a beat; speech has always been one of your strong suites in writing, I've noticed.

And may I say, you portrayed Bruce very well. Just the right amount of calm reserve and all-knowing passivity. Always in control, rarely letting full emotions flicker through. That all came across quite skillfully, a testament to your writing abilities.

You balked before, but I just KNEW green was going to be for Envy. I was right, and you used that emotion very well in the story, tying Crow's longing for a family with Robin's visit with his 'father'.

Awesome, can't wait for the next part! :D

[Crowgirl]

Thanks everyone....:D :anime: :D :anime: :D :anime: :D

Just for the record, the next chapter will be out ASAP, since I know how it's going to go. And the thing with Kregor8 is a joke (See Titans A.S.....), and I did warn him....:D

Anyway, I'm not supposed to be on here, so, shhhhh....

[Starfire5]

That was so cool. I was never really into the whole Batman thing but i use to play with my cousins action figures...lol. But Crow being jealous that was shocking...

[Crowgirl]

Since this is my thread, I can double post!! Ha ha!

Well anyway, I, Crowgirl, who is not wearing a cape, have come to you with another chapter! *Crowgirl holds up sheets of paper coated with words*

Now, this chapter took a long time to write because it strengthens the emotional ties of the stor-. *Wind blows sheets of paper out of Crowgirl's hand*

Noo!!!!

*Sighs* Sorry folks, I gues I have to go type the chapter all over again. I apologize for the false hope-.

"Excuse me!"
*Rrarbecy walks up, holding sheets in hand*
"These are yours, right?"
"Umm... yeah. Thanks a lot Rrarbecy. But, were you even in this thread?"
"No, I was in the one next door! You should really hold on to your papers more tightly."
"Okay, I will, thanks a lot though."
*Rrarbecy hand papers back to Crowgirl, who counts them.*
"One... two... three! Wait! One's missing!"
"Well, that's all I found. Sorry I couldn't help more..."
"Oh that's okay.... hold on! I forgot, there was only three pages!"
"Okay... well, bye then."
*Rrarbecy walks off*

Okay, well, so I can avoid more uh... losses, here is blue!!! Enjoy!!!


Blue is for sorrow
Because nothing ever stays the same
No one lives forever
No one comes back from the dead





Chapter 6- Blue

As Seen Through the Eyes of Crow



It was cold. I clutched my cloak even tighter to my sides, attempting to block out the cold. I was standing in the entrance to the graveyard, the only opening in the black iron gates. The wind snapped at my face the same way a dog would snap at a steak. I was hesitant about going in; did I really want to toy with my emotions like this?

No. Did I need to do this?

Yes.

Knowing the consequences, I took two steps into the graveyard, my eyes shut tightly. I opened my eyes slowly, realizing two things. One, that it was completely pointless to close my eyes when nobody else was here. Two, I was standing next to a gravestone. I quickly stepped to the side and glanced at whose it was. Ms. Frazer. Who the heck was that?

I stood in front of her grave in silence for her, hoping she wasn’t one of the people who died in the fire that Alpha set. He’s still not my father, not matter who says it. Guessing where the graves were, I briskly walked to the back of the graveyard, stones my only companions.

The first stone that got in my way was the first one I didn’t glance over. My throat tightened as I read it in a whisper. “Megan.”

Megan was the girl who lived in the room next door, my only friend outside of my family who was a girl. She was twelve, and she got a back problem when she was playing basketball. She was like the older sister I never had.

“Megan.
You touched our life,
You never gave up.
We’ll always remember you.”


I had to do something here, to show I cared. I wasn’t going to change this grave, somebody else had written this for her. It wasn’t my place to . But still…

After racking my brains, I thrust my energy into my fingertips and the earth slightly trembled as a pile of dirt shook in front of me. It rose as a thin blob, twisting and turning as if it was a snake having an odd spasm. I shut my eyes for more concentration. I picture the final forming my head and watched it settle in the ground. When I opened my eyes, I was pleased with my creation.

A tulip, made of stone now stood in front of Megan’s grave. I had done a rose for Terra, and now a tulip for Megan. I glanced around. Since Megan had probably died in the fire, my family must be around here somewhere. I slowly glanced at each name on the graves beside it. After about six graves that I perused, I found one of the names I was looking for.

Zeke.

My brother, Zeke. I learned all my video gaming skills from him. He couldn’t be beat (He and Cyborg would be battling for hours if they played each other). He was a mathematical genius, and knew the answer to just about anything. I yet again whispered the inscription on the plus shaped stone.

“Zeke.
What you knew, you shared.
What you didn’t, you pondered.
We will miss you.”


Hmm… Interesting. Wasn’t very deep or personal, but that was expected. Closing my eyes, I caused the top layer of the grave to peel off like dried glue. I picked up the stone slab and placed it behind the rest of the stone, words facing in. I trudged through the mud to get to the front of the grave stone. I paused, thinking of what to put. I put two and two together, and knelt down.

I stuck out my finger, and pointed it at the blank slate. I carved an inscription that I thought would be suitable. I straightened up and reviewed what I had written.

“Zeke.
Forever a brother.
Forever a mentor.
Forever a friend.”


There. I closed my eyes and pictured a blob of dirt twisting itself into another flower, this time it was a daisy. When I opened my eyes, a stone daisy was rooted into the ground. It was a good thing I was only using my mind, other wise the daisy would look like, well, a rock.

I stood in front of the grave, my eyes closed. I missed him so much. He was always there for me, even when I had lost all hope. He was my brother, he is my brother, he always will be my brother.

I solemnly strolled over to the next grave and read who it belonged to. It was my sister’s, Jenny. I read the short message on her circular gravestone.

“Jennifer.
Full of spunk.
Full of emotion.
Know we think of you.”


Well, that was nice and all, but still not very personal. I went through the same steps I did on Zeke’s gravestone. Take of the top layer; place it behind the grave, and think of a new comment to engrave. It didn’t take me that long because Jenny was a lot like me, except you’d have to take out the four year difference, the sarcasm, the ‘special ability’, the karate, and the long-held vengeance against Alpha.

Using my finger as a guideline, I used Terra’s powers to carve a more personal comment on her grave. I stood up and just stared at the slab of rock, feeling the tears behind my eyes and my throat tighten in an attempt to block them.

“Jenny.” It said. I read it out loud, the words skating off my lips.

“Jenny.
When I needed support,
You were there.
When I was at a loss for words,
You had them for me.
Now, if you need me for once.
I’ll always be here.”


That was personal. What I put was true, she always was there for me, even during the times I really didn’t want her there. Sometimes I just wanted to lock myself in my room and be left alone, but Jenny would always find some odd way to come in through the windows and cheer me up.

I racked my brains trying to think of a flower for Jenny. Finally, I shut my eyes tightly and pictured a lily forming from the earth and rooting itself in front of the grave. When I opened my eyes, it was there.

The next grave I saw was as tall as about halfway up my leg. It was shaped like a rounded rectangle. It on only had one word on it. Zorro.

Poor kitty. There wasn’t an inscription, and I didn’t think he needed one. I’m glad he survived too, I wasn’t technically alone for all that time because he was with me when I was, uh… plotting revenge. I knelt down and drew a circle with two triangles on top, six straight lines coming from a triangular nose, two filled-in dots, and a curving mouth.

When I stood up, I saw the face I had drawn. It looked like Beast Boy could have done better. Oh well, I did what I did. Art was never my strong subject.

This whole ordeal seemed… awkward. Something inside me felt weird, not normal. I checked my emotions at the gate, or at least, I tried. I knew who the next grave belonged to, and it was the one I wanted to see most. My mother’s.

I stared at the gravestone. It was like half of an oval with the engraving in the dead center.

“Donna.
Mother.
Teacher.
Friend.
Achiever.”


Wow. That was really, really nice. I felt bad putting the top layer behind the rest of the gravestone, but, I had been working on a dedication for my mother since yesterday (Which doesn’t seem like a long time, but it is). I had memorized it on the way here, so I wouldn’t need the paper for this. I knelt down and used my finger as a guideline.

After I was done, I straightened up and reviewed what I had put on.

“Donna.
You dried my tears.
You made me laugh.
You held my hand,
Just for me.
I will always love you.”


I closed my eyes and watched the dirt mold itself into two shapes. When I opened my eyes, two stone roses stood beside the stone.

I couldn’t help it. I missed them all so much, two tears rolled down my cheeks as I turned my head away. I hadn’t truly cried in so long. I missed them, so… much…..

I sunk down in front of the grave and let the tears fall. Each one rolled off my cheeks and plopped onto my fingers. I stayed that way for ten minutes.

Eventually, I got up and wiped my eyes. The remains of salty tears coated my face and they felt as if they were freezing into a mask of ice. Once I was sure all the tears were gone. I flipped up the cover of my communicator to call Robin.

I gave my Mom’s grave one last glance.

[T.T.Raven4]

..............................Must....................Say Something......................Can't..........Too Stunned............NOW I CAN!

Spectacular! The emotions were brilliant. I've never seen a better display. Hats off to you! Awesome! I loved it!

[Crowgirl]

To tell you the truth, I'm never really satisfied with any of my writing for some odd reason. I don't know why it is, but it's just like an odd habit.

Thanks a ton for the praise though.

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Well, you did a good job with this chapter. It was packed full of emotion and must have required a lot of creativity to write. My only complaint is that it was a little slow to read. to put it bluntly, it was kind of dull. It was very well done otherwise.

[Aquagirl15]

.............. words cannot describe how i feel. i can relate to this chapter very well having recently lost someone in my family. oh i have a line of a song to describe how Crow probably felt in this chapter:

memories consume like opening wounds, they're picking me a part again...

yeah it's from Linkin Park's Breaking the Habit although the whole song doesn't fit, i felt that line did. write more soon please. :D

[Matt A]

I agree entirely. That chapter may have been ever so slight formulaic, but you still managed to make it one of the most heart destroyingly sad things that I've ever read. Well done!

The Titans North RPG idea sounds amazing! I'm not sure out Michael would fit into it though: would he be a fully-fledged member of the Titans, an "outside contractor" or a straightforward villain? It'd be interesting to have a play with, either way...

[Crowgirl]

I agree entirely. That chapter may have been ever so slight formulaic, but you still managed to make it one of the most heart destroyingly sad things that I've ever read. Well done!
Um... thanks. I actually put Crow breaking down in at the last second for kicks. Wasn't sure how well, that'd go, but hey! I guess it worked.

that was beautiful Crowgirl...i about cried,
Was it that sad? I guess I have no emotions then, 'cause I honestly didn't think it was that emotional....

Crowgirl, I'd like to take the time to appologize for causing this mass of spam about an idea that I had for the Titans North RPG. (even though it seems like it would be well recieved)
SPAM CAUSER!!!! GUARDS!!!

Just kidding, I have a new rule for my thread, and it is as follows:

Spam can be posted, yet on a few conditions:

It must be between more than two people.
It can't be total spam (meaning that it can be a conversation, not just random TURTLE SONGS! Starfire5, guess who that's directed to :p )
Titans North stuff is allowed.
*sniffle* Thank God I found those papers Crow. I don't think I could live without that chapter. (I actually did something right.)
Actually, if you hadn't found those papers, you most certainly wouldn't have lived....


Congrats. You and the Hall of Fame go together nicely.

:o

[Crowgirl]

For numero uno: A hole

For numero dos: No clue, yet....

Oh yeah, an announcement: If there have been five good guesses by Monday, I shall reveal my name to everyone, even if only one person gets it. But if nobody guesses, then hopes of knowing shall be thrown into the deepest abyss...



Okay, well, anyways, here is the next chapter, think you might like it, or not, but I try, okay? I personally think it's the worst chapter so far. Tell me if the opening stanza works, I think it does, but my 'thoughts' all not always accurate...

Oh well, share and enjoy! (Kudos to the person who can tell me what book that's from... )




Purple is for Crow,
A girl who isn’t as together as she seems.
Everybody has their flaws,
Nobody is perfect.



Chapter 7- Purple

[i]As Seen Through the Eyes of Robin




“Hey Robin. What’s happenin’?”

I had called Cyborg on my communicator, since I needed a ride. I was standing at the corner of 34th and 4th avenue. I didn’t want to be picked up at the mansion because I didn’t want the others to know where I had been.

“Hey. Where are you guys?” I asked, leaning against a wooden telephone pole. I knew I stood out in my outfit and all, but from being in Jump City, I was kind of used to all the stares. But since I had been here before, there I got a lot more stares than I normally did.

“Well… we’re not exactly sure, oh, wait,” Cy turned his head to look out the window. “Uh… 34th and 6th. Why?” Cy raised an eyebrow. I could hear Beast Boy and Star chattering in the background, and I caught a glimpse of Raven serenely gazing out the window.

“Well, I need a ride.” I said, trying to be casual.

“What happened to Crow?”

“She, uh… went to do something on her own.”

“Okay,” Cy paused as if he was thinking about where she was. ”Where are you?”

I gave him the necessary information and in less than a minute Cy had pulled up in front of me. As I strolled hastily to the T-Car, I saw Cy turn around, put on a straight face, and tell the others something short. He quickly turned around and began to fiddle with the buttons near the steering wheel as I opened the door. Beast Boy quickly started conversing with Starfire, yet it seemed forced (they were talking about colors). Raven had turned back to the window.

“So,” I said as Cy pulled off of the curb and cruised towards a stop light. “What did you guys do while I was… away?”

“Basically, we got pizza and drove around for a few hours.” Raven stated in her monotone voice. “Interesting things this city ha-.”

“What’s the deal with Crow having a mask?” Beast Boy blurted out. Cyborg, Raven, and Starfire all turned glared at him.

“Did we not agree to be subtle in asking that question?” Starfire said accusingly. I too, turned to look at a blushing Beast Boy. “You are a zobnork blabber-mond!”

“Way to go Beast Boy.” Raven uttered. “Yet again you have proved yourself in being a-.”

“Um, what is going on?” I quizzically said, looking around. The light turned green and Cyborg stepped on the pedal as he faced the windshield.

“Well, you know how we went in the locker and it was like a huge closet and then we found all that stuff like the notebooks and the disk and the small door and then there was the box that had the mask and you thought Crow should take it-.” Beast Boy gasped for breath in the middle of his extraordinarily long sentence. “But Crow said she didn’t want it and that you’d know why but we didn’t know why so when you guys left we thought about what the reason might be and we came up with a ton of possibilities and we just wanted to know why she had a mask and what was so bad about it.” Beast Boy panted. I grinned as he flopped back in the gray leather seat, exhausted.

“In other words,” Raven said, glancing at Beast Boy’s heavily breathing body, “What is so bad about the mask and what would make Crow not want it?”

I slowly turned around and fixed my gaze on the windshield. It wasn’t really a secret, but it was kind of… Crow’s business, not mine, or the others. But if I didn’t tell them now, then they would just go and ask Crow later. I took a deep breath.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story. So…”

“Come on Robin, please?” Beast Boy wheezed as he continued to pant.

“Okay, fine, just… don’t tell Crow I told you guys. She’ll have my head, literally.” I grinned slightly at what I had said, because I was perfectly right. I took another breath and began my story.

“Well, you know that the battle between Crow and her fa- Alpha has gone on for years, right?” I saw everybody nod slightly through the rearview mirror.

“Well, you know how Crow has all those scars?”

Everybody nodded slightly again.

“Well, not all of those are from the fire she, erm.. ‘died’ in. One night, after Alpha had attacked her mother on the street, Crow got really, really, angry and snuck out of the house wearing that mask. She left to find Alpha and unfortunately enough, she did. Well, sort of. He actually found her. They got in a huge fight, and Crow got hurt, badly.

Then Crow came up with the idea of him getting caught and getting put in jail, so she ran away as if she was sick of the battle she was in. Alpha, as guessed, chased her. Crow broke into the nearest bank and purposely got set off the alarm.”

I paused for dramatic effect and the only sound heard was the gentle humming of the T-Car. I glanced at the rearview mirror. Beast Boy was sitting upright, eyes the size of the T-Car’s tires. Starfire’s hands were plastered over her mouth and her eyes resembled Beast Boy’s. Raven wasn’t gazing out the window, her back was to the seat, and she was staring directly at me. I glanced over at Cyborg, whose eye was wide, yet he was still staring straight ahead.

“Did,” Beast Boy asked quietly. “Did she get caught?”

I switched my glance to the windshield in front of me again. “Well, not exactly. See, Alpha did follow Crow into the bank, and when the police came, they both were seen. They both escaped and Crow got home safely. Of course, she was wanted by the police for breaking in, but she never wore the mask again. That’s basic-.”

My communicator beeped. I slipped it out and flipped the cover open. Crow’s face showed on the screen.

“Hey Crow, where are you?” I asked casually. I noticed that all of the others were silent, listening to our conversation (most likely trying to find out where Crow was and what she was doing).

“The graves.”

“Oh, we-.”

“Thanks.”

“What?”

“For what you said, thanks.”

“Oh, uh… no problem. How’d you tell?”

“It was kind of…obvious.” Crow grinned slightly. I noticed her eyes had a slight tint of red surrounding them, as if she had been crying. I was about to say something, but shut my mouth as Crow noticed my staring and single-handedly pulled the hood over her head so I could get only a glimpse of her face.

“Oh yeah, you can leave now if you want, I’ll meet up with you guys back at the Tower.” Crow added quickly as she slightly turned her head to the grave behind her.”

I was puzzled. “What are you going to do Crow?” I asked slowly, layering each word with warning.

“Nothing stupid. No violence or banks involved, I swear.” Crow held up her free hand as if she was taking an oath. I stared at her hardly, and her hand faltered. “Well, okay. It might be violent, but no banks, I sw-.”

“Crow, I’m serious. Don’t.”

“Relax, I’m just going to roam around for a little, is that legal?”

“Fine, just… don’t do anything stupid.”

Crow laughed lightly. “You think I’ll do something stupid? Robin, I think you’ve got me confused with Beast Boy.”

“Hey!” Beast Boy protested from the back, bolting upright.

“Okay, well, we’ll see you later I guess.” I said before Beast Boy or Crow made another comment.

“Yeah. Thanks again. It was really… thoughtful.”

“No problem, like I said. Bye.” I shut the cover of the communicator and slipped it into a pocket of my belt. I slumped down in my seat and looked at Cy. “You can start driving home.”

“Sure.” Cy stepped on the pedal and made a slightly sharp right turn. There was silence for a moment then Cy spoke again. “She robbed a bank?”

“No, she just broke in. But it was still enough to put ‘a figure wearing a black and purple mask’ on the wanted list.” I explained. I leaned back in my seat as Raven asked a question.

“So… Crow is at her family’s graves?”

“Yup.” I said quickly. I was kind of sick of answering questions and giving explanations, I just wanted to relax for an hour at least.

“What was she repeatedly thanking you for?” Raven asked again.

“The inscription on her grave. I wrote it for her.” I answered hastily as I turned around to look Raven in the eye.

“Please, would you tell us what is it you carved onto the rock?”

I turned around as I grinned to myself. I slunk into my seat as I recited the inscription I had worked so hard on from memory.



°\¨D¨\°



As Seen Through the Eyes of Crow



“I was taught,

that people come into our lives

for a reason,

And they bring something we must learn.

You taught me to have fun,

To be myself,

And that no life lives forever,

Yet is always remembered.

Crow,

You are the truest of friends.

Know I think of you”



I read it aloud in a whisper. I didn’t want or need to change it, and I didn’t need to put a flower there. It was perfect the way it was.

“Thanks Robin.” I whispered to the sky. “Thanks Jenny, and Zeke, and Mom. Thanks a lot, for everything.” I smiled sadly and blinked twice.

I didn’t know what came first, the drops of rain or my salty tears.

[Aquagirl15]

Uh just wanna say a few things before I read the chapter.

1. I am very stupid
2. I should pay more attention to things.
3. No clue on any of thoes, but I knew the one that you posted CG.
4. I have a worthy riddle that I will post right after I read the chapter. :D

Forgive me for posting before reading the chapter. :sweat:

EDIT: I loved that chapter. It was so nice. Well most of it anyway. The part about Crow breaking into a bank wasn't so nice, but you the point.

And now for my worthy riddle. Read carefully, or else you won't get all the info.

Three men walk into a hotel and want to rent a room. They pay $30 for the room, $10 each man. The men pay their money and walk up to their room. But then the manager realizes that he shouldn't have charged them $30 But $25. The manager tells the doorman to take the men their extra money. The doorman thinks that it will be hard to divide $5 among 3 men, so he puts two dollars in his pocket. Do the math and you come up with $29, so what happened to the last dollar?

[Crowgirl]

this is almost completly right, he is a midget and can't reach the button, but why is it that he is able to ride the elevator all the way to the top when it rains?
Is it because there is no cover to the elevators, and the water wieghs down a part of the shaft causing it to rise?

Aquagirl, it's okie-dokie, just edit your reply to the chapter or seomthing....

[ShadowOfAGhost]

a lot of things to say

1. nice transition in the chapter. you did prety well with the chapter. I would agree that it might not have been your best, but it was certantly good!

2. I think what she means about it having been said already is when adrestera rambled off 15 or so possible names. one of them must have been right.

3. no, it has nothing with water lifting the elevator.

4. the door man is one of the three men who get the money back.

5. 8, you rotate it aquarter turn and you end up with infinity.

(now the question is did I actually get any of them right?)

[Kregor8]

Skipping all the riddles...
Ok. Now I see why you skipped Crow's grave. It turned out nicely in the end. I don't think I have any complaints about this chapter. I'd say some nice things about it if my mother didn't need the phone. So maybe I'll edit this. Or maybe I'll be lazy and just think nice things about it...
7<regor

[Adrastea]

Yeah the chapter did rock, i liked crow's gravestone.

So, maybe we should start a riddles thread? here's mine:

Two archaeologists walk into a cave and find that it is filled with thousands of amazingally well preserved naked dead bodies. The first one points out two of the bodies and says "Those two are Adam and Eve" How did he know?

[Crowgirl]

*Crowgirl walks onto the empty platform*

Uh… Hello, is anybody there? *Looks around, sees nobody, hears wind blow*

Kregor? No, I think he’s typing his own story right now. Reid? Who am I kidding? He hasn’t been here forever. Lord Welshi? Oh, I forgot, he doesn’t look at this fic anymore. TTR4? Oh wait, never mind. He can’t get on except for Saturdays and Fridays, I think anyways. Oh well. To whoever’s actually reading this, this is a new chapter. I repeat new.

*Gust of wind blows chapter out of hands* Wait! Didn’t that happen last time!? *Growls* Not. Cool. *Sighs* I guess there is not gonna be a new chapter. Sorry guys…..

“Wait! Crowgirl!” *Vivace runs up, chapter in hand* “Here, I was walking by and I found my chapter, so…”

“Uh, thanks.” *Crowgirl hesitantly takes chapter, still unsure why the chapter is Vivace’s* I would like to introduce my friend, NightMare, who has posted above.

And in other news.... my birthday's on wednesday!!! :D :anime: Celebrate!!!

Anyways, I want to thank Rae for editing this for me, and, uh… I guess Vivace, for uh… letting me borrow this chapter. *Looks around nervously* Oh well, enjoy!! I hope you guys think it's a good second-to-last chapter!





This chapter is for Mounica Donepudi, who takes every rude remark people throw at her like a true warrior.



Black is for sin.
There are few angels and devils
The majority is the people
Who are standing on the line.







Chapter 8- Black

As Seen Through the Eyes of Crow



I sauntered down the sidewalk, glancing at every passing car, building, and telephone pole. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular; I just wanted to be alone, to mellow out. I just felt so…. jumbled inside. Past is past, present is present. Deal with it, I told myself. There are no people to hold you and say it’s okay now, you’re forced to hold yourself and dry your own tears.

I had pulled my hood over my head so people wouldn’t see my face, and to block out the rain. Sure, people gave me apprehensive looks and all, but I was known to be dead here. Showing my face would not be the best idea, seeing that a lot of people knew me (And that is not always a good thing). At least, they knew me when I was alive.

I glanced up at my surroundings. The block I was standing on held two office buildings and a rinky-dink diner. The block in front of me had a solitary building on it. The building was made of bricks for the front and wood panels were its sides. On the front was an impressive stained glass window that was of the church’s patron saint. All the bright colors stood our in Gotham’s dark hues, and this made it hard to stare at.

I used to go to this church, St. Cecilia’s Church.

I looked at the clock above one of the office buildings. If it took a good forty-five minutes to get to the Tower, I had plenty of time to stop into the church and see how it had changed and what not. I needed to do something while I was still here, not just mope around Gotham. I crossed the street and a couple of seconds later, I had climbed up the granite steps and shoved open the wooden doors.

I didn’t known a mass was going on. The simple wooden pews were full of mostly old people, but there were a few couples sitting here and there. The front of the church was simple, with another stained glass window that had only multi-colored panels and a large crucifix hanging from the ceiling. The front of the church had a step that elevated the section from the floor to the altar. The altar was made of forest green marble, and a thin golden cross was engraved in the front.

The priest sat in an uncomfortable looking wooden chair, and he was gazing patiently at the choir made up of teens. The choir, standing underneath a stone statue of Jesus, was singing softly. Everybody was listening to them, so I took it that the mass was almost over, and that this was meditation.

Hesitantly and hastily, I sauntered in and slid into an unoccupied pew. I listened to the choir sing the meditation song.

“… Oh when I was a baby child…”

“Shut de do’, keep out de devil.”

“…Good and bad was just a game…”

“Shut de do’, keep the devil in the night!”

“… Many years and many trials…”

“Shut de do’, keep out the devil.”

“…. They proved to me they’re not the same…”

“Shut de do’, keep the devil in the night!”

I smiled to myself underneath my purple hood. What a… fitting song.

I sat patiently as the priest got up to make the announcements. Just like I remembered, the priest, dressed in white robes with gold lining, stood up and sauntered over to the microphone.

“Before we go, I have a couple of announcements,” The priest began. He started to chatter on about some stupid bake sale and how somebody accidentally gave them a hundred dollar bill instead of a one. I nearly got up and walked out it was so pointless, but then the priest gave me an idea.

“And don’t forget folks, this is the week of reconciliation, so remember that’ll be staying after mass erm… reconciling people. So feel free to stay, if you haven’t already. So… the Lord be with you!” The priest cried.

“And also with you.” I replied with the congregation, but I didn’t make the sign of the cross, I was too busy with the communicator in my hands



°\¨D¨\°



As Seen Through the Eyes of Starfire



Cyborg’s ‘Baby’ was driving through the streets of our home, Jump City. We had just crossed into our beloved city and were traveling home. Cyborg was happily humming to himself; Robin had been gazing out of the window silently for the majority of the ride. Meanwhile, Beast Boy was attempting to make friend Raven laugh at his jokes. I laughed when I found something amusing.

“Okay, okay,” Beast Boy said enthusiastically. ‘This one’s definitely guaranteed to make you at least smile Rae.”

“Bring it Beast Boy.”

“Okay, okay,” Beast Boy began. “So there’s this guy, and he-.”

A loud bleeping echoed throughout the car. I glanced at Robin, who already had his communicator in his hand. He casually flipped open the cover, as only Robin could. “Yeah?”

“Hey Robin. Listen,” Crow’s voice echoed throughout the car. “I’m gonna be a little longer than I thought, so….”

Crow,” Robin blurted out sharply, “What are you doing that i-.”

“ Shh!! Sorry, I’ve only got one chance to do this. Bye!”

“Crow! Wha -.”

Crow signed off, leaving the screen blank.

Robin leaned back in his chair with a loud thud and deeply exhaled. “When she gets back,” Robin mumbled to himself, “She is going to-.”

“Please Robin,” I piped up, “Do you have a clue on what our friend is doing now?”

My closest friend looked back at me with a glance. “Honestly Star, I don’t have any clue. I only hope she knows what she’s doing.”

He turned around to gaze at our home in the glory of the setting star’s light.



°\¨D¨\°



As Seen Through the Eyes of Crow



I used my arm to slide the curtain shut. I sat down on the piece of wood that they thought was a bench and folded my legs. I knew I was going to regret it later (When Robin would demand to know where I was) but I thought that this would be worthwhile. I needed to clear my conscience, which hadn’t been cleared in eight years.

I heard muffled footsteps outside, the priest. The slide of metal rings against more metal made me shudder where I sat. The screen in front of me had holes (obviously) that allowed me to get a glimpse of the priest. From what I could see, he was young with dark brown hair and pasty skin. I squinted to get a better view, but I couldn’t.

We just sat there for a moment, neither of us saying anything. I hadn’t done this in a long time, so I had absolutely no clue what to say. I thought of the old woman with the hearing aid that had gone in before me. “Forgive me father for I have sinned!” She had nearly shouted. I had to cover my mouth to keep from giggling.

“So, uh…” I began hesitantly. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned?”

I saw him slightly nod his head, as if it was a sign for me to continue. I heard him take a deep breath, but just before he was about to say something, I interrupted.

“Uh, yeah, just so you know, I have no clue how to do this. I haven’t done this in… a really long time.” I stated sheepishly. “So, could you, uh… guide me through this?”

“Of course.” The priest said nonchalantly. “But tell me, exactly how long have you gone without being reconciled?”

“Let’s just say,” I replied slowly, watching what I said. I didn’t want to let him know who I was, which meant I would have to tell him how I survived, and all that junk. “That it’s been awhile.”

“All right then,” he said cautiously. I could hear the suspicion in his voice. “Do what I tell you.”

He calmly guided me throughout the whole prayer process. It took awhile, seeing as I kept messing up the words and mixing everything up. Finally, he told me to confess my sins to him.

Since the screen was there, it seemed a lot easier than talking to somebody. Almost as if I was practicing what I was going to write in my diary (or rather, just saying it and it being written down). I started off with the bank thing (although I was totally going against the fact I didn’t want him to figure out I was Claire/Crow), which I realized was a bad move after I had started talking. When I realized what I had done, I stopped, waiting for him to say something or call the police or something.

But it was odd, he didn’t. He just asked if I was going to keep talking or if I was done.

Then I told him about the Alpha thing. I didn’t tell him outright though, I made it sound as if it was a normal family spat (I didn’t tell him that my mother and siblings had died in this, I just said that they weren’t involved in the whole thing). I told him how I had reacted to everything. I told him everything.

“… And that’s basically, well, not so basically, it.” I took a deep breath and sighed, slumping back into the hard wooden block they called a chair. I had done it, cleared my conscience after eight years. I felt lighter, as if I was going to hit the ceiling. From what I remembered from my first time when I was at reconciliation, the priest would give me a penance, or something like that, to complete, like paying my debt to God.

I heard the priest take a deep breath. He didn’t say anything after that for a couple of minutes. I started to grow anxious, but then he spoke up. “Are you proud?” He asked me.

“What?”

“Are you proud of what you’ve done?”

I thought about this for a moment. “Well, technically no, but I’ve had my moments when I’ve done something right for once.”

“Ah.” He said satisfied. I was confused. I didn’t get what point he was trying to prove. “Tell me,” He began again. “Did you happen to hear what song the choir was singing at meditation?”

“Uh… yes?”

“Did you listen to the words at all?”

“Yeah. It was something about good and bad being just a game, and how you can’t be both at the same time or something like that.”

I saw a slight movement on the other side of the screen, as if the priest was nodding his head. “Tell me what you think you are.”

This had me confused. He had a good point worth proving. What was I? I decided to mentally point out why I was which. Uh… good, now let’s see…. I defeated Alpha, with the help of the Titans, and… I helped Terra, when I knew her. And that’s pretty much all I could think of.

Bad, I attacked the people I called my friends, but I was under mind control then. I crashed into Blackfire, therefore knocking her into a black hole, but I saved her, didn’t I?

I stopped after that, because I knew the answer.

“I think I get it. I’m good, right? Every time I do something bad, I try to fix it. Most of the time, I do! And there are some things I can’t fix, but nobody’s perfect, right? Like now that I’m trying to do what right, and I’m able to learn and grow, like any other person. Things happen, people change, all you can do is do what you can, and hope it’s enough. Right? I know I couldn’t stop the death of my family, but I’m making it up by working with the Titans. And I couldn’t stop Alpha’s arson either, bu-.”

I shut up, realizing I had said too much.

“I see you seem to get my implied point. Yet, you didn’t tell me the whole story before,” The priest inquisitively said, surprisingly calm, “Did you?”

“Uh… well, technically no, but I told a basic outline of things. So you technically don’t need to know the details.”

“All right then. Have you confessed all of your sins?”

Yeah, I had, right? I thought so, so I told him yes. “I’m supposed to get something called a penance now. Right?”

The priest let out a soft chuckle. “Normally, you would. But I believe that you have been through enough and are going to do enough in your life to make up for your mistakes, so no, Claire Wilson, you shall not have a penance.”

I didn’t fully take in what he said until I was halfway done with opening the curtain. When I did, I gasped. “How did you-.”

The priest laughed softly. “I don’t think it was coincidence that the memorial service for the victims of the fire, including your family, was yesterday. Do not underestimate the power of God Claire, do not underestimate his power.”

I grinned.

[NightMare]

suprise suprise. that's a very good chapter. not the best, but still good.
I was kinda confuzzled, but o well. As u kno, I left my mind in my locker. :eek:

[Rae]

You know what i think but i'll say it again because i can and i want to! :D

The description of the chapter was great, it made it realistic

The bit in the middle with the other titans was a short bit of comedy that fitted in and was a good laugh

The last bit was touching, using the confession to get over how Crow was unsure if she was good or not, and the bit where the priest knew who she was, and it being the day after the memorial was a nice touch!

There we go!

Glad to see the next chapter, but i have one question!

Is there another chapter or is this the end? Because you didn't actually write 'The end' so i have to wonder...

Rae

P.S. Happy birthday for Wednesday (just incase i can't get on between now and then!)

[Crowgirl]

Thanks Rae!

And just in case you missed it....

Anyways, I want to thank Rae for editing this for me, and, uh… I guess Vivace, for uh… letting me borrow this chapter. *Looks around nervously* Oh well, enjoy!! I hope you guys think it's a good second-to-last chapter!
:anime:

[Crowgirl]

Thanks Rae!

And just in case you missed it....

Anyways, I want to thank Rae for editing this for me, and, uh… I guess Vivace, for uh… letting me borrow this chapter. *Looks around nervously* Oh well, enjoy!! I hope you guys think it's a good second-to-last chapter!
:anime:

[Rae]

Thanks Rae!

And just in case you missed it....


:anime:
Don't worry, i didn't miss it! But now i know there's going to be another chapter! yey!

And can you say, double post!:p

Rae

[Kregor8]

Ah, a new chapter. The beauty of black. Mmh.
(If I try really hard, I think I can make sense).

Yeah. There we go. It's great to see that all your time not posting hasn't been wasted. Since I've gone 3 weeks without putting up a new chapter, I'll at least have to do as good as this. Hmm...

I like the way you dealt with this color. It was completely unexpected. I'm a bit confussed, however. Is this a Catholic church, singing negro* spirituals? Ehehehe...

Again, this is very nice. Let's see how mad Robin gets. :D

7<regor

*not a rascist term. This is a legitimate musical term. And you would know that, but I have to be careful in this state. :D

[rrarbecy]

More magic from our old friend Crowgirl. The reconciliation was great. I am a bit confused, however. How did the priest deduce who was making the confession...Oh wait, I get it now :o

Great job Crow.

[Crowgirl]

I'm a bit confussed, however. Is this a Catholic church, singing negro* spirituals?
Actually, that song, Shut 'De Do', is one I"m singing in chorus. :sweat: I thought it was a good song, so I decided to use it. I think it's somewhat Jamaican in a sense, but I'm not sure. :sweat:

Also, for now, it's just a church. I don't want to get into a bunch of religion stuff.

[Matt A]

Finally, a new chapter from our dear friend CG! And boy was it worth the wait!:D :D :D :D :D

Seeing as all the specifics have been mentioned by everyone else, I'll just leave it at that.:D

[Starfire5]

This is a great chapter!

O.o i like how the catholic church was incorporated! Im CATH-O-LIC! wow i must be tired.......

Anyways... cant wait for more!

Starfire5

[Sproxie]

Finally, a new chapter from our dear friend CG! And boy was it worth the wait!:D :D :D :D :D

Seeing as all the specifics have been mentioned by everyone else, I'll just leave it at that.:D:shrug: yea, pretty much.


Also, for now, it's just a church. I don't want to get into a bunch of religion stuff.
yea.... i don't even know much bout that. :sweat: :shrug: I'm not catholic.

[T.T.Raven4]

All righty, my 2nd favorite color was used, so I'm happy.

This, was spectacular. I am not a christian, and hate being called one. I don't fully beleive what Christians beleive. I beleive that Reconciliation is only asking God for help, it's not like he's going to kill, you. Communion, Baptism, and Confirmation are just the taking in of spirit. I don't really think Jesus came, but I think he died for us in a different way, and no matter who you were, he may not have died for you, but he's fighting for your sins. I respect other religions to the fullest extent, and beleive that they should be given their rightful place as long as in the end, even as they come before God, they are sorry for what they had done. Life is all one big Reconciliation. You live. You're either sorry or not, and in the end that chooses wheter or not you are forgiven. That's what I beleive.

Sorry, I really rambled. This was a spectacular chapter. Each of your chapters sets my emotions going. The Reconciliation was spectacular. I liked how she entered the Church and heard the song and all, and related it to her life. Another display of great writing ability. This is spectacular, and nothing less so.

Just a curious question, don't make it spammy, but what do some of you beleive in? I stated what I beleive in below, but you who say you're not catholic, what are you? Just curious there, and no need to be forced to answer.

Once again, my praise. Spectacular. Pure Genius.

~*TTR4*~

[ShadowOfAGhost]

It's so...... beautiful! ***radiant light from behind it --- Fall to the ground grasping my face****

Blind! I'm blind! :cool: :<: much better.

forgive me father, for I am bored!

now's the part where I tell you that you are a phenominal writer and that you did and excelent job and yadda yadda yadda...blah blah blah. you get the picture.

and I'm catholic and I do have sturdy belief in my faith (going to a catholic school I should)

[Matt A]

This is probably gonna get me horribly murdered by some of you, but I am most definitely an anarchist. My views are probably best summarised by the immortal words of the great Pierre-Joseph Proudhon:

"To be governed is to be watched, inspected, spied upon, directed, law-driven, numbered, regulated, enrolled, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, checked, estimated, valued, censured, commanded by creatures who have neither the right nor the wisdom nor the virtue to do so. To be governed is to be at every operation, at every transaction, noted, registered, counted, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, prevented, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished. It is, under pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be placed under contribution, drilled, fleeced, exploited, monopolized, extorted from, squeezed, hoaxed, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, vilified, harassed, hunted down, abused, clubbed, disarmed, bound, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, derided, outraged, dishonoured. That is government; that is its justice; that is its morality."

Yes, I do believe in all that. Strange, but true.

[rrarbecy]

Wow. I mostly agree with that, actually. Reminds me of Clinton.

[raven54]

Gorgeous, CG. Absolutely gorgeous.

"..."


...aaaaaaannnnd, that pretty much sums it up.

[Crowgirl]

True, ROA, I do know that. However, since this is the last chapter, I will not need to use those, will I? :anime:

Yeah, this is it, the final chapter. I am doing a fic after this, I might post more info later. Ah well, for now, I hope this was an okay fic and enjoyable to read. Fresh from my fingertips, here it is:

The Color Wheel is for a person.

There are many different parts to a person,

That we do not see at first.

But that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.



Chapter 9- Color Wheel

As Seen Through the Eyes of Robin



“It’s taking longer than it should.” I stared fixedly at my cards. Since you needed four people to play hearts, Cy, Raven, and I had taken up to play rummy, while Star and Beast Boy went to do who knows what. The sun was beginning to set, and I was starting to get worried about Crow. I had thought she would be back by now.

“Robin, relax. She’s probably caught in traffic or something.” Raven said in a soft monotone.

“Yeah, chill out man. It’s rush hour, isn’t it?” Cy said, adding his two cents.

“Oh yeah…” Crow stuck in traffic? Highly unlikely. If Crow was stuck in traffic, then she’s probably just jump over all the cars or some other stupid stunt. But still, Crow hadn’t stated what she was going to do, so it was either extremely private, very dangerous, or both. I glanced at my hand again, which contained one card, (I had already put down three aces, and the king, queen, and jack of spades): the the seven of hearts.

“What is she doing, anyway?” Raven asked me.

“No clue, she didn’t tell me anything except for that she “only had one shot at this”. A lot of help that was.”

“Robin, did you ever think there was a reason she didn’t want you to know?”

Raven had a point worth proving. There were several things I didn’t know about the others, and I don’t need to know them. Why should I pry into Crow’s business?

“You know Raven;” I said slowly, “I think you have a goo-.”

“Starfire, leave my hair alone!!”

Beast Boy ran into the living room, hands clamped onto his head. I guessed that Star was trying to do his hair or something. I tried to ask him what was going on, but he interrupted me.

“Don’t tell her anything!! She put glue in my hair. My hair…” He hissed at us through clenched teeth. He quickly morphed into a cat and soared underneath the table. As he ran under, Zorro ran out.

I stifled a laugh as Starfire floated in, brush and a bottle of glue in one hand. “Beast Boy!” She called sweetly, “I did not mean to put the white substance called glue in your hair! I merely thought it was what you call the shampoo! Oh friend, please forgive me! Oh friends,” Starfire turned to me, “Have any of you seen Beast Boy! He was extremely aggravated with me, for I-.”

“We heard, Starfire. And no, we haven’t seen him.” Raven interrupted.

I was just about to contradict (for pure amusement), but then Crow walked in.

“Hi guy-.”

“Where have you been?” I said angrily, before any of the others could greet her. She should have called or something, telling us she was wherever.

“Relax Robin, I just ran into some trouble.” Crow was wearing her cape and her hood was up. She slid into the bench where we were playing cards, right next to Cyborg.

“What kind of trouble?” I said dangerously.

“It was just traffic, no-. Ow!” Crow flinched a little and looked underneath the table. “Beast Boy, that was my foot!”

“Oh thank you friend!” Starfire said joyfully to Crow. She dove under the table to grab Beast Boy, causing everybody who was at the table to pull up their legs to their chest. A few thuds were heard underneath the table but a pleased Starfire emerged with a squirming green rat she held by the tail. Starfire’s smile stretched across her face. “Oh thank you Crow! I appreciate you finding Beast Boy for me!” She gave Crow a tight embrace, but let go suddenly. “Oh friend, why are you shaking so?”

“It’s cold Starfire,” Crow clutched her cloak closer to her, “Humans shiver in the cold.”

“On my planet there is such thing as this ‘cold’. Would you enjoy attempting to decorate Beast Boy’s hair with me?”

“Uh… maybe some other time Star. I’ve got to, erm, collect my thoughts.”

“I believe the expression to use here is ‘your loss’, but I am not certain. I shall save you some spray of the hair and some hair ornaments for you to experiment with.”

As Starfire walked out, Beast Boy morphed back into his normal form. “Crow,” He shouted, “I will so get you for this!”

We couldn’t help laughing as Starfire nearly dragged him out the sliding doors. If I had seen her face, I would have seen Crow smirking as she shook her head. “I’d like to see him try.”

Cyborg started playing blackjack dealer as he twisted the cards around as if he was some type of magician, even though our game wasn’t over. “We were just starting to deal again. You want to play hearts?”

“Uh, Cyborg,” Raven said puzzled, “We weren’t starting to deal again.”

“I thought the game was over when somebody had one card left?”

I smirked, and Raven sighed, “No, Cyborg, that is Uno.”

“Oh.” Crow and I laughed slightly as Cyborg’s cheek turned to a slight red and he placed the cards down in a perfect pile. “But do you want to play?”

Crow was silent for a moment, and then shook her head. “Maybe later, I’ve, um, got to clean up. I’m soaked. I’ll be back in like, twenty minutes.”

In a single motion, Crow slid out of the seat and gracefully landed on her feet. As she walked out the door, I thought about the way she had spoken to us. I knew that tone in her voice, she wasn’t going to “clean up”.

“Robin,” Raven’s monotone voice shook me out of my train of thought, “Do you want to start over with us? I’m going to explain the rules to uno boy over here before we play though.”

I thought about the way Crow had acted as she spoke to us. “Um, maybe later. I didn’t train that much today, so I want to get some in.” I strode to the door and it slid open for me.

I was a few steps out of the doors when I heard Cyborg say to Raven, “Is it just me, or is everybody full of excuses right now?”



°\¨D¨\°



As Seen Through the Eyes of Crow



I had lied. I didn’t go to my room to clean up; I had gone to the rooftop, my favorite spot to pause and reflect. Luckily, it wasn’t raining in Jump, only in Gotham and the highway, so it was at least a little more comfortable.

I always loved the sunset. It was full of so many colors. The sunset, to me, was the best example of so many different, lonely objects turning into one beautiful one. It always made me feel peaceful.

I had taken out my sword and laid it in front of me, staring at it hard, like I do every time I try to focus on something. The sun’s final rays were splashed over the blade, and would have blinded anybody but me. I was used to glaring at bright light.

My thoughts were focus on my emotions, all of what I had gone through today. I took down my hood as I reviewed the day’s events, all the pain and memories I had experienced, and remembered. Outside, I was pretty much the same way I had always looked, even though my eyes were a little redder. On the inside though, I felt like one of those puzzles that doesn’t include the last piece. My emotions were all jumbled up, I felt… out of place.

I heard the door open behind me. “Hey Robin.” I said solemnly.

I heard Robin’s footsteps come closer, “How did you know it was me?”

“Your shoes have steel edges on them, and you’re the only one in the Tower who wears a size nine and a half. Very distinguishable.”

In a single motion, Robin placed his hand down beside me and he swung his legs over the edge fo the roof to site beside me. “You sure you’re in the right line of work?”

“No.”

“Real securing. How’d you know about the shoe size anyway?”

“Lucky guess.”

“Maybe you are in the right line of work.”

I smiled. I could always count on Robin to help me feel better. There were a couple minutes of silence, with Robin staring at the skyline, and me staring at my sword. He finally broke the silence, “Crow, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? What did you do?” I was completely shocked. His comment had caused me to turn away from the sword’s blinding glare and to Robin, who hadn’t budged.

“I shouldn’t have made you go to Gotham and face your past. Now you seem… depressed, and it’s my fault. Because of me, you had to go through all the pain of your past again, and it’s basically because I told you to. I’m sorry, I… I…”

“Robin,” He looked at me solemnly, while it was I who shifted my gaze to the blinding glare, “I was going to do it sooner or later, whether you made me or not. People come and people go, but you never forget them. Past is past, but that doesn’t mean it leaves you alone forever.”

And besides Robin, I needed to emotionally. People are like… color wheels. I guess that’s the best way to put it. There are so many different parts to one, that sometimes you establish a favorite or one that you use all the time. I had… sort of forgotten how to actually feel sad, to mourn before I went. But now, I’ve changed for the better. So thanks a ton. It’s not your fault, Robin, you didn’t do any harm. In fact, you really helped me, so chill.”

I looked away from my sword to Robin, who was staring at me confused. “Oh, well… you’re welcome. But you realize,” He said slowly, taking in every word, “That you just went completely against what you said before, when you were saying how much you didn’t want to go?”

I smirked, “Yes, I know.”

“Wow, you agree with me,” Robin said jokingly, “That’s a first.”

We laughed softly together and started having a short conversation about Starfire’s attempt to do Beast Boy’s hair, and if she was going to actually do it. By the time Robin had told me about the glue that Star had used, I had forgotten about the emotional pain I had been going through.

“Well,” Robin stretched his arms and started to stand up, “I told the others I was going to go train, so I better start.”

I stood up with him, “Yeah, I have to go change. These clothes are still wet, and they’re bugging me.” I pulled my hood over my head as Robin started to walk away. As he was opening the door, I remembered something I had wanted to tell him.

“Oh yeah, Dick, one more thing.” Grinning underneath my hood, I wheeled around on my heel, to see Robin rooted to the spot. He turned his head to look at me out of the corner of his mask. “Tell any of the others my name, and I swear on my life that I will make you regret it.”

Grinning maniacally, the rest of Robin’s body spun to match the position of his head. “Right back at you, Claire.” With that he twisted the doorknob and walked out.

I started to follow, but I realized I had left my sword lying behind. I turned around to pick it up, its jewels and blade glittering in the sun. I slowly picked it up, and twisted it around like one of those stupid cheerleading batons. I was about to put the sword in my sheath when I realized something.

I don’t know why it was there or how it was there, but a rainbow, no, a color wheel, was lying in the palm of my hand.



END

[JazzyChick]

oh my stars crow! that was such a great ending to such a great fic. you just earned your place in the hall of fame three times over in my eyes. Did i mention it was really good?

[ShadowOfAGhost]

That was a great ending to a great story! I liked all the seperate details, and how you incorperated things from the first chapter (card game, etc...). \The only thing I would say negative about it would be that the ending to this was very similar to the end of your first story.

I wait patiently for the begining of the next story! Will it be another story based with Crow?

[Spectre]

That was a wonderful story, Crowgirl. You gave a wonderful conclusion to both Crow's quest for closure to her life and to the thematic element of the color wheel. The cycling perspective of each segment, which worked so well in your first story, was elevated to new heights here. And also this was a very 'quiet' story, with few action setpieces. In that sense, it was a bit like Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman, only this was a personal, coming-to-terms story of the aftermath of a tragedy, as opposed to the former's "pleasure drive". Still, the pacing and the tempo were similar, and that's a compliment.

I wonder... both "A Girl Called Crow" and "The Color Wheel" both deal heavily with Crow's introduction as a character, a member of the Titans: AGCC was her first appearance and indoctrination, and TCW was some of the fallout from that, and a chance for her to lay old ghosts in the ground. So with those two sort of out of the way... can we expect to see her as a fixture in stories where she isn't the focus? Just like how Robin can make a Cyborg episode awesome, or Starfire can make a Raven episode cute, I'd like to see what Crow could bring in a supporting role to a story about one of the other Titans.

Regardless, a great end to a great story. :D

[Funkatron]

That was a wonderful story, Crowgirl. You gave a wonderful conclusion to both Crow's quest for closure to her life and to the thematic element of the color wheel. The cycling perspective of each segment, which worked so well in your first story, was elevated to new heights here. And also this was a very 'quiet' story, with few action setpieces. In that sense, it was a bit like Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman, only this was a personal, coming-to-terms story of the aftermath of a tragedy, as opposed to the former's "pleasure drive". Still, the pacing and the tempo were similar, and that's a compliment.

I wonder... both "A Girl Called Crow" and "The Color Wheel" both deal heavily with Crow's introduction as a character, a member of the Titans: AGCW was her first appearance and indoctrination, and TCW was some of the fallout from that, and a chance for her to lay old ghosts in the ground. So with those two sort of out of the way... can we expect to see her as a fixture in stories where she isn't the focus? Just like how Robin can make a Cyborg episode awesome, or Starfire can make a Raven episode cute, I'd like to see what Crow could bring in a supporting role to a story about one of the other Titans.

Regardless, a great end to a great story. :D
I agree with Spectre. Hope to see Crow in another Titans story. Loved TCW. Very cool, very emotional and very poignant(sp?). Hope to see more of your work, Crowgirl.

[rrarbecy]

... :ack: I'm sorry? That's the end? Kind of abrupt, but that's okay. IT WAS STILL GREAT! I, too cannot wait for a new story from you.

[Rae]

That was amazing! I'm glad that you made it a happy ending and that everything worked out well!

I look forward to reading more by you!

Rae

[T.T.Raven4]

Another Hall of Famer. Once HOP IIII is ready, you're so in.

This was a masterpiece. Nothing less, and yet so much more. I am completely speechless yet again. I said that because this fic was only based on emotion, that it would leave a lot to be asked for, but it leaves me stunned. This was yet another spectacular fic.

I wanted to ask, you said you wanted to make another fic. Will it be another Crow fic or something new? I'm anxious to see your next masterpiece.

Once again, a masterpiece that has it's place set in history. I can't wait for what comes next.

[Crowgirl]

Howdy ya'll! Thanks for the praise and all, I appreciate it.

Hope to see Crow in another Titans story.For futrue record, until I decide to make her leave, die, or whatever (which she probably won't be doing :p ), Crow will be in other stories, mostly as a minor character.

I wonder... both "A Girl Called Crow" and "The Color Wheel" both deal heavily with Crow's introduction as a character, a member of the Titans: AGCW was her first appearance and indoctrination, and TCW was some of the fallout from that, and a chance for her to lay old ghosts in the ground. So with those two sort of out of the way... can we expect to see her as a fixture in stories where she isn't the focus? I knew somebody was going to complain (not really complain, but you know what I mean) about that. I just knew it! :p

I wanted to ask, you said you wanted to make another fic. Will it be another Crow fic or something new?Not a Crow fic. I'm actually going to be trying a Raven fic next time (Not giving away the title), and I'm going to try third person and use the Inkheart technique. I've actually been wanting to type this fic for a long time, but I've been waiting for the right time to post it. :D It'll probably start in a couple of weeks or days or hours or seconds or... never mind. :sweat:

But in all seriousness, I'm looking forward to the freedom of not being tied to a fic for a while.

Ciao,
CG

P.S. I forgot to mention earlier, I slipped in a quote from Artemis Fowl, The Arctic Incident. Did anybody pick it up?

[BluFire1213]

[QUOTE=nevermore]I like it. They Starfire doing BB's hair is awsome!!! I can't wait to see what you do in your next chapter. The conversations were perfectly done. Actually, let's say that everything was perfect, and leave it at that. What? that's the best way to put it.
i agree with nevermore...i liked it alot even though i havn't ever read the other story that u were talking about...i should consider doing that...point me in the right direction pleeez!:anime:

[Matt A]

Okay, two things to say here:

1. That last chapter was the perfect ending for the story. It tied up all of the previous elements, and yet left room for more without making it obvious...just the way an ending should be. You are indeed a genius.:anime: :anime: :anime: :anime: :anime:
2. Whatever your next fic is gonna be, it sounds awesome already.

Ta,
Matt A

[Aquagirl15]

That was a great ending, but could we have expected anything else from CG? I hope that you're going to keep writing even though your stories about Crow are over. Which I'm guessing you will but just thought I would say that it'd be cool to see you write more. :D

[Vivace]

And one of the best fics go to it's ending. A great ending at that.

May your next fic rock more than words can discribe.

[Kregor8]

Oh. I haven't reviewed the end of the story. Though I did read it, and may I say, it was excellent.

Ending the story with the title itself - once is genius, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern, and four is a style. I don't remember who told me that...

I was caught off guard by the chapter title. So, the last chapter is the wheel itself...did I guess rainbow, way back? I can't remember.

I would be interested in reading another Crow story, but she's your character and if you've run out of ideas (or are saving them up) then do whatever you want, cause if you write it, I'll read it. Unless it's trash*...:D

I don't have the whole thing in front of me right now, so I can't quote it, but I did like the name-blackmail thing there. And Star doing BB's hair with glue - that's close to as good as yellow dye.

My favorite chapter was...I don't know. I liked the graveyard scene, because it was touching, but I thought that the pizza-parlor scene was great too. Plus, it had a wicked funny ending.

Ooh - I'm supposed to be doing school work. Bye!

7<regor

[Alpha Man]

I just finished both A Girl Called Crow and The Color Wheel. Both are great stories. Here's my review:

When you write stories like these, I don't know if you have a goal of making people wait expectantly for more to come out, because if that is your goal, then you have succeeded.

It was difficult for me to get through AGCC, mainly because certain chapters were so long. That's nothing against you, CG, but I have to become a better enough to where I can get through these chapters. I read AGCC in... I think, six sittings, and TCW in 1.5 sittings (one and a half). There was a huge difference in length, as obviously seen, but both were great! There was definitely more action in AGCC, and I had to read the final blow on Alpha like 50 times to understand exactly what Crow did to him (She basically cut his mask in half, revealing his face, right?) I also had to reread the ending of that same chapter over and over again, to understand where it said that Alpha was her father. I kept thinking I missed something.

In TCW, you established that Crow was a regular member of the Titans, good. This fic was way more emotional, which is still good. You let us peak into her past. Wow. Just wow.

On the subject of the character Crow herself, initially describing her was great. Although I originally didn't understand how any of the Titans saw her as a boy when she had her bellybutton showing. That's not something guys do. But later in the story, all was made clear. Did anyone think Crow was just a tad bit invincible? You created a character that can't be defeated! Yes, Alpha can mind-control her, but I mean anyone else. She totally reminded me of Rogue from X-men Evolution (someone already said that, right?). Any power she has come in contact with... wow... invincible.

anyway great stories. I hate to admit it. *shuts eyes hard as I type the next thing*

10/10.