Agent S7
06-11-2006, 11:10 AM
Title: TITANS Second Wave
Genre: Action/Drama
Summary: Seven years after the original Titans disband, new threats have risen. And with them, new Titans to stop them!
Rating: PG-13/C/T
Titans:
Second Wave
By Agent S7
1999, Jump City
“So…are we all agreed?”
Robin listened for an answer, but the whole Tower was quiet.
“You’re wrong,” Raven replied, glaring at him. “The city still needs Titans. The city--”
“—has been doing fine without us,” Cyborg finished. “Ever since Slade went off the radar…has there really been any threat? I mean, really! There are barely any villains around anymore! Slade was the last of the Golden Age of baddies!”
Beast Boy spoke up, a deep fury in his voice. “You can’t say that there aren’t any villains around anymore! Look at Gotham! The Joker’s a maniac and he’s loose! Look at New York—that Kingpin guy!”
“You are just siding with Raven because…” Starfire paused and closed her eyes.
“Look who’s talking!” Beast Boy retorted. “At least Raven doesn’t wear armor that looks like something out of a nerd’s fantasy!”
Robin growled. “You better watch your mouth if you don’t want a fist in it.”
Cyborg’s voice boomed through the room. “Shut up!” Everyone was suddenly quiet at the sound of his booming voice. “Look…it’s not just that Jump City could do fine without us, even if that isn’t true. We’re not a team anymore. Look at us…we’re bickering like little kids. We aren’t even teens anymore. Tomorrow I’ll be twenty, and…I just don’t think it’s worth spending the rest of my life saving people. I already lost half my body and my adolescence. I don’t want to lose my chance to live the rest of my life out…in at least a quasi-normal way.”
There was a long, painful silence.
“This is it, then?” Raven asked.
No one wanted to speak. They all knew the answer.
The Titans were finished.
[center]~
2006, Bludhaven (Gotham Suburb)
He grabbed the wire tightly. It was like riding a bike…you never forgot.
The man jumped off of the building, clutching the swing line with all his might. The convertible below him screeched to a stop. and a thug climbed out. “What the hell? What is that--Holy @#$%! That’s…Nightwing!”
SMACK!
The thug flew out of the convertible and onto the street. Nightwing let out a chilling smirk, like an angel of desolation in his dark clothing and mask.
“Don’t kill me man…don’t kill me! Ah, god man!”
Nightwing went up in the man’s bruised face. “I’m not going to kill you.”
The thug simply shook, petrified.
“Two murders in one night, assault, robbery. I’m not going to kill you…but the law might.”
Nightwing brought his fist down onto the shivering crook’s forehead with a slight crunch. A slight skull fracture…but it wasn’t like the man didn’t deserve it.
Cool silence filled the night, and Nightwing began to walk off…when suddenly a low, brooding tune began. He fumbled around his suit, eventually reaching into his shirt and grabbed a small cell phone.
“Hello, Richard Grayson here.”
“Dick?” There was a pause. “…Robin?”
“Starfire?” Nightwing muttered the name with awe. It had been years.
“Please, call me Kori.”
“Kori…why are you calling?”
The familiar bright voice once again spoke, bringing a smile to Nightwing’s lips. “It’s about…well, it’s hard to explain.”
“Try.”
“Cyborg is bringing back the Titans.”
Nightwing virtually screamed into the phone. “What?” He stopped for a moment and took a breath. “You can’t! I mean…he can’t! It’s over, it ended seven years ago! It’s finished!”
“No! Listen for a minute!” Starfire pleaded. “You’ve seen it. We all have. So many new, younger heroes—and older heroes as well! It’s like we were the beginning of a boom of a new kind of person! And some of them…” She stopped, trying to think of a good way to phrase it. “…some of them need guidance. I’m sure you’re aware of the Magog tragedy last year?”
Nightwing was. One of the younger, new “heroes” who called himself Magog ended up killing Doctor Light and several other villains before being taken into jail by Superman. The damage, however, had been done.
“I’m aware of it, yeah,” he replied.
“Well, imagine that he was misguided. He tried to be a hero on his own, and he just failed. He was so young. Like us. We succeeded because we were together. We could learn from each other. Try to be like one another. But imagine if we had never met. Robin, you would still be more quiet and brooding. I have no idea where I would be. Beast Boy would be with the Doom Patrol. Cyborg would probably be working in some laboratory. And Raven--”
“Don’t get started on Raven.”
“But you understand. There are hundreds of people out there, people with powers, who are just like Raven. They’re lost, confused by their power, endangering others. Do you really want that?”
Nightwing sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t…I don’t know. Give me time. Give me time to think this over.”
“Of course.”
There was a click, and Nighrwing was alone once again.
Genre: Action/Drama
Summary: Seven years after the original Titans disband, new threats have risen. And with them, new Titans to stop them!
Rating: PG-13/C/T
Titans:
Second Wave
By Agent S7
1999, Jump City
“So…are we all agreed?”
Robin listened for an answer, but the whole Tower was quiet.
“You’re wrong,” Raven replied, glaring at him. “The city still needs Titans. The city--”
“—has been doing fine without us,” Cyborg finished. “Ever since Slade went off the radar…has there really been any threat? I mean, really! There are barely any villains around anymore! Slade was the last of the Golden Age of baddies!”
Beast Boy spoke up, a deep fury in his voice. “You can’t say that there aren’t any villains around anymore! Look at Gotham! The Joker’s a maniac and he’s loose! Look at New York—that Kingpin guy!”
“You are just siding with Raven because…” Starfire paused and closed her eyes.
“Look who’s talking!” Beast Boy retorted. “At least Raven doesn’t wear armor that looks like something out of a nerd’s fantasy!”
Robin growled. “You better watch your mouth if you don’t want a fist in it.”
Cyborg’s voice boomed through the room. “Shut up!” Everyone was suddenly quiet at the sound of his booming voice. “Look…it’s not just that Jump City could do fine without us, even if that isn’t true. We’re not a team anymore. Look at us…we’re bickering like little kids. We aren’t even teens anymore. Tomorrow I’ll be twenty, and…I just don’t think it’s worth spending the rest of my life saving people. I already lost half my body and my adolescence. I don’t want to lose my chance to live the rest of my life out…in at least a quasi-normal way.”
There was a long, painful silence.
“This is it, then?” Raven asked.
No one wanted to speak. They all knew the answer.
The Titans were finished.
[center]~
2006, Bludhaven (Gotham Suburb)
He grabbed the wire tightly. It was like riding a bike…you never forgot.
The man jumped off of the building, clutching the swing line with all his might. The convertible below him screeched to a stop. and a thug climbed out. “What the hell? What is that--Holy @#$%! That’s…Nightwing!”
SMACK!
The thug flew out of the convertible and onto the street. Nightwing let out a chilling smirk, like an angel of desolation in his dark clothing and mask.
“Don’t kill me man…don’t kill me! Ah, god man!”
Nightwing went up in the man’s bruised face. “I’m not going to kill you.”
The thug simply shook, petrified.
“Two murders in one night, assault, robbery. I’m not going to kill you…but the law might.”
Nightwing brought his fist down onto the shivering crook’s forehead with a slight crunch. A slight skull fracture…but it wasn’t like the man didn’t deserve it.
Cool silence filled the night, and Nightwing began to walk off…when suddenly a low, brooding tune began. He fumbled around his suit, eventually reaching into his shirt and grabbed a small cell phone.
“Hello, Richard Grayson here.”
“Dick?” There was a pause. “…Robin?”
“Starfire?” Nightwing muttered the name with awe. It had been years.
“Please, call me Kori.”
“Kori…why are you calling?”
The familiar bright voice once again spoke, bringing a smile to Nightwing’s lips. “It’s about…well, it’s hard to explain.”
“Try.”
“Cyborg is bringing back the Titans.”
Nightwing virtually screamed into the phone. “What?” He stopped for a moment and took a breath. “You can’t! I mean…he can’t! It’s over, it ended seven years ago! It’s finished!”
“No! Listen for a minute!” Starfire pleaded. “You’ve seen it. We all have. So many new, younger heroes—and older heroes as well! It’s like we were the beginning of a boom of a new kind of person! And some of them…” She stopped, trying to think of a good way to phrase it. “…some of them need guidance. I’m sure you’re aware of the Magog tragedy last year?”
Nightwing was. One of the younger, new “heroes” who called himself Magog ended up killing Doctor Light and several other villains before being taken into jail by Superman. The damage, however, had been done.
“I’m aware of it, yeah,” he replied.
“Well, imagine that he was misguided. He tried to be a hero on his own, and he just failed. He was so young. Like us. We succeeded because we were together. We could learn from each other. Try to be like one another. But imagine if we had never met. Robin, you would still be more quiet and brooding. I have no idea where I would be. Beast Boy would be with the Doom Patrol. Cyborg would probably be working in some laboratory. And Raven--”
“Don’t get started on Raven.”
“But you understand. There are hundreds of people out there, people with powers, who are just like Raven. They’re lost, confused by their power, endangering others. Do you really want that?”
Nightwing sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t…I don’t know. Give me time. Give me time to think this over.”
“Of course.”
There was a click, and Nighrwing was alone once again.