Fandom A stranger in the night (Titans/Batfam) IC

[MePersonally]

Bludhaven, 21:23

The silence of night had fallen over Bludhaven, or at least most parts of it. The sky was clear, but a brisky wind was blowing, making old newspapers and tin cans fly through the streets. It was a quiet night and the air was cold, even though the day had been warm and sunny. The asphalt of the small alleys was still warm, which made a contrast to the stormy weather. It didn't look like rain, though. The storm had blown all the clouds away. Up in the skyscrapers, people were sleeping soundly; those who were out on this particularily stormy night, had buisness to do. Some of them were walking home from work, a late shift. Some were heading to pick up some groceries at the 24 hours store. But whoever crossed the path of a particularily strange person didn't make it where they had intended to be. They turned in the middle of their step, their facial expression changed and they started following her. It was a girl, dressed in white sweatpants and a blue sweatjacket, which looked way too big for her. Her face was covered by the hood of the jacket she was wearing and whoever got into hearing distance of her turned to run after the crowd that had formed, spitting insults and hatred. At first, the girl was confused, looking back at the angry mob that was forming behind her. Then, one of them threw something and the girl started to run. The mob followed her, picking up more people on their way. Everyone she raced past seemed to be pulled in, running after her and shouting.

The girl continued running, running like a maniac. Her breaths were leaving her body in hectic puffs, as she took the next turn and stood in front of a huge building.
Left or right? Left or right?
She hesitated, but she didn't have time to think, she didn't have time... Sprinting off to the right side seemed to have been a good decision, as it lead her to the main road. There were even more people, more started following her. Maybe he had been right all along. Maybe she should have been more compliant and listened to him. It was too lat, now and she was too far from home to turn back. Oh how she hated herself for taking that decision, oh how she wanted to go back, now, just to make things right.
Too late, now.
Another horde of people turned and followed her. She hated it here! What had she done to insult them? She didn't look any different than them! Why were they following her?! Slowly panicking, she took a left and landed in a small alley, where a group of people was standing together, discussing things. One of them was holding a gun, the other two were holding a weird package of white powder and money. Something was going on, here, she could feel it. Even though she didn't know what exactly it was, it didn't feel right to her. She turned and wanted to run. Her hands started to tremble when she froze. It was the sound of a gun being loaded. She knew that sound very well... And it didn't make it pleasant for her to be there.

"What'cha doin' here?"
A voice that sounded just as panicked as she was feeling asked her something in a language she didn't understand. But the gun, the gun she knew and it made it impossible for her to think. She turned and ran, followed by the echo of shots, breaking the silence of the nightly city. A moment later, she caught herself contemplating stopping. Maybe this would be over. The pain and the loneliness, maybe this was what she needed to do to pay for what she had done? Was she meant to die here, as a punishment for her mistakes? The crowd that was following her through the streets, that had been following her for quite a while, now, gained again and she didn't have time to think. She ran. Something scraped her shoulder. Pain, a lot of pain. She screamed. The people behind her screamed. It was a mess.

But then the gun stopped shooting and the girl stopped running. Her lungs hurt, she couldn't go on any longer. He had been right, all along. Useless, she was useless! She stood, now, facing the crowd. Her heart was pounding. Why was she always so afraid of everything?!
When the first fist hit her, she felt it. The second and the third one became an ocean of pain. Someone kicked her in the stomach. She went down. This was nothing against that hat on her head. At least this was real pain. They just kept on kicking, more of them came and started fighting each other. Someone shouted something. A voice that sounded like a savior over all those other voices, because it didn't sound angry, it sounded concerned. Another foot hit her face and she saw stars dancing. Then, she passed out.

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[RogueBird]

Bludhaven

Dick was on the move, much earlier than he normally would be. His eyes covered by the normal domino mask. At the moment he was patrolling the city, looking for even the simplest of crimes. For most the night it seemed bleak and nothing like a normal night in Gotham would be, the cities are similar but vastly different.
The thing that alerted him to the fight going down, or the one-sided attack, wasn't the gunshots. It was the number of screams that echoed as the people moved through the streets.

He followed the running people, ignoring everyone who did not seem to be involved, if they were he would find out later. Right now he was more worried about the girl being chased down by a man who had been shooting at her, and the bigger group of what he could only call thugs that had also been on her tail. He watched for a moment, which was a second too long as more people came from the streets to keep hurting the girl.

He called at them, taunting them almost, not getting too much attention until he dropped. Two guys moved to intercept him, both landing a punch or two before being knocked to the ground, out like lights. The fighting took a lot longer than it should've, he felt slow. But, they were handled. He had too many bruises that were already forming, plus possibly a broken rib by the end of it, and the girl looked way worse for wear. From what he could see, she had bullet wounds and would definitely have a number of bruises later. Now that was just the injuries he could tell from the fight and the fact that there was a gun, she could have it way worse.

The one thing he did know was that he was going to need back up to get her safe, and people ready to meet him at the door of the Tower. Dick couldn't carry the girl and fight people if there were more on their way, and there were for sure more on their way... especially after the amount of guys that were already on her, why they needed that many he didn't know, but that meant she was dangerous.

The first person he was going to try and reach out to was Roy. He might be close enough to rendezvous somewhere close by. He called him, whether or not he answered he didn't waste time explaining the situation. If it was voicemail, then he'd just have to pray he answers back within the next hour. "Red Arrow, It's Nightwing, I'm gonna need some help here. I got a girl, don't think she's dead, but she's beat up pretty bad and I think there are guys after her. I'm bringing her to Titans tower, meet me there if you can. I'll be there in an hour or two." Once that deal was done he had to move on to the next person who might answer the phone, or help him for that matter.

"Red, you know who it is. I need back up." He didn't even have to explain how much it, kind of, pains him to ask for it either. "Meet me, at the tower. I'll be on route there within the next five minutes. Probably won't be able to take a main road, at least not until I'm out of the city. So it might take longer than it would normally. If I'm not there by the time you get there, please for the love of god stay outside. I'm going to need some help getting her inside."

The last people he had to warn were the Titans themselves. He was going to simplify his original message to basically be, be ready. "Titans, If any of you are on comms. I'll be there shortly. I have a problem that I'll explain when I'm there. Just, get ready and be in uniform." Being in uniform was to keep their identities a secret from this woman. Just until they know more, or forever at this point.

After that he picked the girl up and went on the move, riding on his bike (fitting a sidecar for her) towards the tower.

Jump City 01:45

It took Nightwing a bit longer than he expected to pull up to the tower. His bike was screeching as he hit the brakes, sliding to a stop a few feet from the entrance of the building. The lights were on so he knew they would be there. The question lied if the other two actually showed up or ignored their calls completely.
He hopped off, darting to the side car (which he will be getting rid of) to pick the girl up once more. He carried her up to the elevator not wasting a second in, awkwardly, hitting the button to go up.

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[PlusUltra]

Tara Markov
Tags: (Open)
Location: Titans Commonroom, Jump City (0145h)

The unknown blonde strolls through the tower with unnatural ease and casual demeanor, stranger still was the fact that there had been absolutely no intruder alert from the security alerts and seemed to pass through each of the doors with full access while going about her business. The first task had been setting herself up in one of the previously empty bedrooms and emptying the contents of their duffel bag followed making the most of the washroom and showers before relaxing into the main common area, reclining on the main sofa with her feet up and a warm drink wondering was the rest of the Titans were, as well as which were the current titans this time. Perking her head up she turns her head slightly towards the sound of the elevator moving upwards, well it seemed her question would be answered soon enough either way.

 

[Karcen]

"azarath metrion zinthos" the words repeated as Raven floated cross legged in a small clearing outside the tower incense burning as she cast her mind out.

Raven was not truly on the same world as her body despite her speaking those words over and over slowly and without fail. Raven had gone from earth to other places in her meditations before, but never had she gone back to the place she was slowly heading for now. Raven would dive through the astral planes her soul self taking the form of a massive black bird as she dove through the infinite planes and realms were normally direction was meaningless, yet she knew she was traveling down. This of course meant she was unaware of what was going on back on earth otherwise she might have noticed the intruder and the emergency arriving, but such things were secondary to what she was doing now. As her soul continued down seemingly going for an eternity and a moment at the same time she could feel the change in the realms from possible paradises to the hells of mortal minds, and then getting worse. Still Raven dove further and further till she would go to the very bottom of everything to the hellish realm beyond mortal knowledge, the realm of Trigon and now the place he was held imprisoned. Raven had fled this place over a year ago when she had turned against Trigon refusing to be his puppet and she had not meant to ever return. Yet, here she was compelled in truth by some vague uneasy fear that something was wrong and here was the only place she could think of that would cause such unease.

The breed that was raven flew over the endless hellscape towards a massive black tower where the gem should be that held her father. Raven was sure she had made the gem and spell powerful enough to hold him for eternity, but her father was strong, stronger than she knew and there was no way to be sure. Raven felt a pang of guilt, she should have been here, she should have stayed and been her father's warden to make up for her mistake. Raven could not afford such thoughts and memories of her friends were brought forth, her going had not been a mistake, yet still she worried. Raven moved to the tower and she could feel the wards that held her father bound straining, yet not breaking. She could hear Trigon shouting, screaming, snarling, and roaring all at once and she could hear a word over and over with such force that it felt like it would blow her soul away.

" Raven" Trigon screamed in rage aware yet unable to get at the source of his confinement "I will get out and where you have run will be mine" He promised

A jolt of fear ran through raven, one she quickly smothered lest the fear consume her and send her power out of control. Trigon could shout, and scream, and make threats, but he was bound and caged unable to hurt anyone from within his gem tomb. " You can't hurt anyone Trigon and you never will" Raven responded.

Trigon just laughed as if he knew a secret and for a moment seemed to just look at Raven before she felt his rage and hate wash over her soul. Raven thought he might be saying something but she pulled herself back, the anger it was to much it would take over her if she stayed for more than a moment with it's source. Raven's soul was sent blindly spiraling through the realms seeking her body following her path as best she could, but with no caution and no concern for safety. Then in an instant the blinding light gave way to darkness, then Raven opened her eyes. Raven was no longer floating, she was on all fours covered in sweat and she realized something was wrong with her eyes. No nothing was wrong with them, she just had to many; four eyes instead of two. Raven had not fully escaped, she could feel his anger, her anger inside. Raven focused and pushed down the rage,reasserting control over herself as she must always have. Slowly raven stood up breathing heavily, still unaware of the events occurring at the tower and would head for her room she could use some rest.

 

[seain1494]

One week ago.

After a sort of crash landing in the middle of what she later learned was the Atlantic Ocean, Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran was more or less stranded on an alien planet where she did not know a soul. Kori flew towards a strip of land just on the horizon until she reached the border of what she regarded as a fairly disgusting city filled with people whose many languages she could not understand. Signs surrounding her had "Bludhaven" plastered on the walls though.

Knowing that a very real possibility existed of her being hunted to this planet by the Citadel or another fascist empire existed, she immediately tried to blend in; her vivid orange skin and bright pink hair did not help her case though. Plus, it was difficult to maneuver stealthily throughout a crowded city when you could not understand what people were saying, let alone the customs and norms for a place. Exuberance shone from her as well; despite being lost and alone, she was finally free and at liberty to do whatever she wanted. During the first few hours walking through the city, she seemed to draw about every eye that crossed her path, along with quite a few square devices people kept in their pockets and occasionally omitted a flash when pointed at her (harmless, she discovered). No one else tried to harm her either--though they had many pieces of technology around them, it seemed fairly primitive in general. The tall towers and close spaces, though unsightly and fairly rank seemed to encapsulate people at liberty to do as they pleased and with this, she was pleased.

However, when night fell, many people and aspects of the city seemed to shift. Suddenly, people's voices were raised in anger and loud explosions were being omitted. After following one of these sounds to a nearby rooftop, she saw a group of people surrounding one man. Many of them were holding metal objects, one of which was smoking and seemed to be where the sound had issued from. The man in the center was shaking and holding his hand to his chest, which was seeping blood onto his shirt. As he cowered back from the crowd, Kori started forward, enraged by this bullying and pain. But before she could even leave the rooftop, movement on a nearby fire escape caught her eye. There was a person in skin tight blue and black armor ably flipping through the air. As she watched from above, he took down not one but all of the men swiftly. The cowering man quickly bolted as his tormentors lay unconscious on the ground.

Kori decided to follow, and after a quick kiss that seemed to take him aback until she explained it was how she assimilated languages, she was able to learn about the Earth, Nightwing, and a bit more about this city--along with a bunch of talk about some man called "Bat-Man". She wondered if he was some sort of strange hybrid creature. She more or less followed him around the city for a few days before deciding she needed to further make her way through this world, but she was absolutely unsure where to head next. Thankfully, Dick pointed her to Jump City, and a group called the "Titans" who he promised would gladly take her in.

Today

Since arriving at the tower, Kori discovered that she might have found a place on this world where she fit in fairly well. She did not mind that as of yet most of the current Titans largely kept to themselves, or at least seemed busy working on their own problems. She had plenty of here own problems to do with too. Because of that, she had scarcely ran across another person living here besides a few quick hellos, so instead of getting to know her future, or maybe current teammates, she was spending most of her time exploring the building and relaxing. On this night, she was relaxing in one of the common areas on the main floor. She was curious to see if she had met all of the Titans and who would come through.

After years of enslavement, Kori reveled in being free to choose to do what she wanted--even if that meant enjoying lounging on a large couch with a view of the city that allowed her to view the millions of stars shining up above and the lights of the city which shone all around her. She wondered which stars belonged to the Vega system and which in particular warmed her own home planet. She wondered if her sister and brother were there still, if they were even alive. She wondered if they even wondered about her at all.

She was caught in her own thoughts when a screeching sound below pulled her back to Earth. A figure below seemed to be climbing off a motorized bicycle, and he was holding something. She stood, moving closer to the window and realized he was not holding something but someone, and she actually knew this man! He was one of the only people that she knew on this whole planet in fact, and he and the person he held both seemed to be hurt. Though she did not know Dick Grayson very well, her shoulders still tightened. He did not seem like one easily injured or in need of assistance. She watched as he ran inside and moments later heard the elevator start moving. Kori moved around the couch and began walking down the hall to where it opened.

 

[MePersonally]

Damian had just been about to go to bed, when the transmission came in. It had been a week since Grayson had shown any sign of life, so he was a little surprised that he just checked in with a cryptic transmission like that. With an eyeroll and a sigh, he pressed the button on his comm, so Nightwing clould hear him.
"Robin recieved. Will inform the others."
They still had about an hour before he got to them, enough time to go and find out what Grayson was up to. He wouldn't wake his team for a petty crime, that was for sure.
With one swift movement, the youngest Wayne was out of his pajamas and in his costume, then walked down the hall to the surveillance room. It took him minutes to find his brother, but that was because he was moving off grid. The way he sped his motorcycle and took back roads only seemed to imply that he was being followed, though Damian couldn't see anyone tailing Nightwing.
It was hard to follow the other Bat's path, because there weren't many traffic cams where he was moving, but from what he could make out in the dark and pixelated pictures, there was someone with him, a small person, maybe a woman or a child. The unknown subject didn't seem to be in very good shape, if they even were alive.

Judging by the way Grayson was looking at the person, he seemed to be scared that she might die, so Damian took the liberty to prepare a medical kit. Then, he used the time he had left to trace back Dick's moves and find out what had happened. There were plenty cameras on the main road in Bludhaven, so it was easy for the youngest Robin to find out what had happened. Frowning, he decided to gather his team members and make sure they were dressed and ready when Grayson arrived. After all, he had to leave a good impression.

Strapping the domino onto his face, he activated the alarm and waited for them to gather in the common room, where he was heading himself, now. It was 01:45 to the point when Grayson arrived at the tower and by that time, the only ones prepared seemed to be Robin and Starfire. Damian was just about to check on Raven and Beastboy, when he heard the tires screech. No time, now. Oh how angry he was at those two incompetent teenagers. Oh how he was ashamed that they couldn't follow basic avilability rules.
Well, it was too late to make up for it, now, so he just headed for the lift, waiting for the doors to open. He had already freed the kitchen table for emergency surgery, if they needed one. He wasn't sure how hurt she was, after all.
"Nightwing", he greeted Grayson, as he limped out of the elevator, "It doesn't appear like you've been followed."
He lead his limping brother to the table, looks urging him to put the person- a girl- down, as he was hurt himself.
"What is beyond me is why you didn't tell us about the circumstances. I've watched the CCTV feed. It seems like she manipulated civilians. She might be dangerous."
In his eyes, there was a bit of displeasure when he checked the girl's vitals.
"Are you hurt?", he asked Grayson casually.

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Karcen Rachel
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[Karcen]

Outside Raven noticed the lights in the tower and could tell something was going on. Raven had left her communicator in her room as she had needed her full focus on her travel and couldn't afford being called back early. So she was very out of the loop, but the fact none had come to find her meant it was not an attack at the very least. As raven drew closer she could see an unfamiliar bike near the entrance, a visitor. The question was this the person turning on the lights somehow breaking in or an friend come to visit so late. The answer to this could mean the difference between how best to approach entering and climbing the tower.

" azarath metrion zinthos" Raven chanted casting forth her soul self again in the form of a raven that speed around the tower her emphatic mind gathering a feeling of those within, their number and intentions to a very limited extent. There were three more than there should be, 2 she didn't know and one she did, but not seemed hostile. So there were three extra people somewhere in the tower and at least one was in the room where the lights were on and none seemed hostile so no need to get worked up. With that figure out Raven's soul returned to her body.

Inside the tower Raven would appear in the room already "in costume" though for her what the others considered normal were her costume and the clothes she was in were normal just as the name Rachel was to her not her real name just a disguise. Raven would see robin there and the familiar mind nightwing along with a rather injured girl. That was 2 out of the three people but the last did not instantly show up for raven till she looked around to see an unfamiliar girl lounging in the common area as if she lived here. it was odd no one else seemed to notice her but the injured girl was in need of more attention.

" Yes when has anything dangerous ever been here" Raven spoke making her presence known and pointing out each and every one of the people within was some kind of danger on one level or another. Raven then focused on the girl moving closer she could almost feel the girl's life slowly ebbing away the wound was fatal unless more than first aid was applied. " She is dying robin " Raven said rather bluntly " I can heal her to bring her off of death's door" She suggested having done that to robin so he would be the one to know that her mind would touch this girl's mind which could be dangerous. Though, raven was going to do it anyways no matter what Rabin said or suggested unless he was a world class surgeon as well as everything else he was.

 

[Lotheralaix]

Gotham

The average criminal in Gotham could be compared to the gutter rat; abundant, persistent little pests that scattered across the streets scrounging for scores and weapons. Follow one and you find a nest of them mucking up the streets. Now the more elite of the criminals, big names like say Black Mask were more like the cockroach; if taken care of right away it was nothing more than a disgusting memory, but if left alone to breed, a whole infestation was underneath your nose in a matter of days. Just when you think that you've done away with the problem, there's a hundred more crawling around and waiting for the lights to go out.

It just so happens that Jason, or rather Red Hood has taken the responsibility to rid Gotham of the Black Mask infestation since his return stateside. At first it was nothing but big and flashy acts that would stall shipments for days or ruin them entirely. Then he'd taken it upon himself to take over the business entirely - of course that only lasted so long until a certain pointy eared shadow lurking around rooftops put a cap onto operations (the irony does not escape him). While effective, explosives were like lighting the bat signal itself, attracting too much attention and earning him blooming bruises. Running things behind the scenes meant dismantling as much as it meant a boot to the chest.

This just meant that Jason would need to be more creative in his aspirations. Instead of a bag full of heads, it was removing trigger fingers and thumbs. Instead of explosives it was EMPs to take out several blocks in it's wake, just long enough for him to commandeer these goods to add to his own personal collection. Rather than luring in Sionis for a dramatic shoot out or fist fight, it was tanking Janis stocks and intimidating prospecting partners. Blood didn't have to enter the equation every time that he decided to get involved. Roman and therefore the False Facers/Janis suffered more through psychological warfare than he ever did when Jason was lobbing off heads and racking body counts. At this point, Jason was just being petty. And it worked. Every. Single. Time.

This morning's current plan of action? Hornet nests planted in the vents of the gaudy Janis building. Bar far not the most deadly (save for those with allergies), but more than enough to get the building cleared long enough to disrupt business, create a panic, and give an open window for Jason to plant ears all throughout Sionis' offices. Even better than that? Hearing the absolute fit being thrown in that gravely voice like gasoline as he was being escorted out. Taking the hub caps of Roman's personal vehicle? Now that was purely for Jason's enjoyment to see the full stop in Roman, the gears turn that someone had the audacity to rob the true crime lord of Gotham, and watch it blow up in the face of anyone standing nearby. With the sun long since down and Sionis' temper to a mere simmer, Jason was waiting roofside for a latenight trade to take place. If word on the street had any credibility, Sionis' himself would be arriving shortly for a rather large arms deal with a new and very rich client. He's almost offended that he wasn't invited.

It's not until he's with his back pressed to a metal shipping container and counting the bullets left in his clip, a flurry of lead flying over the top and sides that he realizes that it may have been a set up. Sionis was most definitely still upset about this morning (likely for a handful of other misdemeanors) and wanted his pound of flesh for a waste of an entire day. Jason should feel a lot more endangered by the situation, or at least a little embarrassed that he'd been lured in just as easily as Sinois himself. Jason can't seem to stop laughing at the irony of it, that he's put his life in danger once again when the whole situation could have been avoided if he'd taken a more lethal approach to begin with. There's a cease in fire, possibly to check if he's still alive if the scuffing of feet closer and closer is anything to go by. He waits until he sees someone's head poking around the corner to act, shooting out the man's kneecap and dragging him over by the strap of his gun just before the onslaught starts back up again. In any second the container that he's using as cover is going to resemble swiss cheese more than the metal that it was built with. The guy at his feet, still blubbering and crying as he cradles his knee looks like he's about to pass out in the next few breaths if the color of his face is any indicator. It's a pity really, this man could have had an entire future ahead of him if he would have kept his head on straight. Instead he's catching ten to the chest when Jason shoves him out into the open as cover while he sprints behind the loading trucks. He's zig-zagging to avoid getting a hole in his foot, taking a rolling dive under one of said trucks when his COM line pipes up.

Out of all voices that he's been expecting to hear tonight, it certainly wasn't Nightwing's, much less with a distress call. Still a bat nonetheless. The gun he's stolen is emptied into a few meticulously paced shots to shoulder joints and hips because despite popular belief he can listen and make nonlethal shots. It takes a little more effort on his part but it does keep him in practice. It's not until he's barreling into one of the nearer grunts into a small scuffle, using them too as a convenient body shield to get him close enough to grapple into the rafters that he answers.

"Sure Wing, let me just get my boots on and I'll hop to it. You know how much I love helping." Grayson certainly won't appreciate the sarcasm, but the original Robin should be at least grateful that he's even answering the call instead of losing his temper at being contacted on his personal line without his permission. Small victories and all that.

Granted, he'd much rather be anywhere other than this string bean of a pole that he can only thank the aim of fucking storm troopers below him for keeping him safe even if that means helping out finger stripes. Right now he's playing with them, and he's sure that Sionis knows it with the way he's barking out orders to "shoot that pretty little bat out of the sky". Sionis is always eager to play along, the fucking creep, even if he doesn't realize that in creating a ruckus it's going to attract more than just Red Hood's attention. At this point he's just buying time until there's the sound of projectiles whipping through the dark and a snap of a heavy cape. Then he can catch his breath, and more importantly get the fuck out of dodge while Bruce is still distracted.

Funny, for someone who claims to disown him entirely, the man is still cleaning up his messes as if he was a rebellious toddler.

As far as Jason can tell tonight has taken a beneficial turn for them all; Jason get's to ruin Sionis' day (and get away in the process), Batman get's to scare the piss out of some criminals ( get a little workout at that, Jason is fucking winded waiting for the old man to show up), and Sionis gets his bat falling out of the sky just as he asked (he definitely should have been more specific). Bonus points of course going to Jason for running off to help out the (favorite) bat in need.

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Jump City

As he's approaching city limits, Jason realizes that his knowledge on the Titan's tower is limited. He'd been once or twice as a mostly unwelcome guest as a knobbly Robin (Bruce's doing), and again during a pit addled episode to wreak havoc on an innocent bird caught in the middle of his revenge tirade. Admittedly, not one of his finest moments post-mortem. He knows well enough where the front door is (and has an even better memory of the east windows), but that's about where it stops. Any of his visits have been far than pleasant and he'd like to keep it hidden back into the darkest recedes of his mind to never look back upon with a sober mind. He can't begin to name anyone who's on the current team, or why they would let him in if he were to arrive before Nightwing - the brat would certainly put up a fight to keep him out. Something about bad blood, though he suspects this is more because the young teen doesn't want to be embarrassed by his estranged 'family' in front of his friends.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to resort to smacking around a child to get in when he arrives to Nightwing's cycle just outside the building. He'd feel bad about not helping the man and his prisoner - rescuee (?) into the building if he didn't already know that said child was likely tripping over himself to help out Grayson. The way that brat not so secretly worships the ground that Grayson walks on is enough to make him gag of secondhand embarrassment. He's already made that mistake. Give it a few years for the resentment to fester over into a decent amount of self loathing.

All in all, Jason just hopes that he isn't wasting his time as he rides up the elevator to the main floors. Innocent civilians being caught in the crossfire has always left a bad taste in his mouth. He's more than prepared to take his pound of flesh for them, as long as this isn't another stupid false alarm. Then he might have to smack around a child and the original Robin. He doesn't know what to expect when the doors open and he's following the sounds of voices, however a room full of people standing over a girl on a table, bleeding out all over the god damn floor like some kind of archaic cult ritual is not it. Jason contemplates leaving entirely, pretending that he got here a little later (hope to god no one checks him on his story via security) as not to be a participant in.. whatever this is, until he sees a familiar figure standing - lurking in the back like a fucking pervert. At first, he thinks that perhaps he really did get shot and this is some sort of odd fever dream that he's having as he's bleeding out on the dirty pavement back in Gotham. He hopes to whatever fucking deity there is that he's bleeding out and hallucinating instead of projecting a stupid, stupid little bit of wishful thinking into the present. Because the pervert lurking in the back of the room, without any doubt in his mind, is Roy fucking Harper.

As in Speedy, or formerly Speedy. Now Arsenal and most certainly not someone he's kept an ear on the ground for ever since he was running around in scaly panties and pixie boots. Roy Harper, with his stupid bow, and somehow even dumber hat than that awful yellow monstrosity from his days as a sidekick.

As much as he's bellyached about replacing these helmets whenever they've shattered, hours of programming and so much fucking sweating because he really needs to upgrade the filtration system in here, he couldn't be more thankful for the stupid addition to his costume, lest he allow the rest of the room to see his jaw on the floor over someone as repulsive as Roy Harper. Now he's thanking his past genius for keeping in the voice modulator even when the big secret was out among bats - which really the only people it was meant to be kept from in the first place - as now it's godsent to keep his identity firmly in place, kept far out of sight and mind. Alas, he's been called for other things than gawking like a teenager.

"I don't really know what cult you're running here Wing, but I have to say I need more incentive before I join in on human sacrifice." Jason knows that it's inappropriate, just mouthing off in that true street-kid nature when he's uncomfortable and doesn't want to be thrown under the bus first. A part of him hopes that it's enough to be excused entirely, though another part, that stupid curious part that is responsible for literally killing the Robin, is begging for an explanation for whatever shit show that he's walked into.


RogueBird Nightwing
MePersonally Robin
seain1494 Starfire
Karcen Raven
PlusUltra Terra
TheSaint Arsenal

 

[TheSaint]

Titans tower hadn’t been on Arsenal’s radar for a few years by now, never expecting to even drag himself back into Jump City after the first round of Titans collapsed around them and Dick saw it fit to abandon him. Dick, who had finally broken a particularly long silence with a signal for help that Roy really couldn’t bring himself to ignore.

The call had come through during the fourth hour of an incredibly boring stake out during an unseasonable dryspell for crime, Roy had actually allowed it to ring twice before answering. As per usual he was steamrolled by Dick talking at him about some type of emergency and having the gaul to call him Red Arrow, a snort would leave the archer but he wouldn’t have time for a snappy comeback. A call that ended within seconds would signal just how little room for refusal he’d been given and truly he couldn’t turn down an open invitation to crawl around in one of the many cities he was no longer welcome in.

Actually being able to enter the tower was something of a surprise, he’d heard the newest Robin wasn’t exactly welcoming to heathens and his departure had been far from pleasant. Still he assumed the door was left open for him to return, though he was certain a set of conditions would hang over anything other than an emergency. For now he was being granted access and quite happy to enter the obviously renovated tower in search of the first Robin and hoping to avoid the fourth.

Hearing the elevators open behind him, Roy was swept up in the chaos of Nightwing rushing the unconscious girl in and the current team assembling themselves in the room. At least Dick’s lack of alarm to his presence would keep the gang from questioning anything, Roy was actually happy to stay out of the spotlight for the latest edition of Dick bringing home a stray.

Sinking further back as more of the new Titans filtered in, he did his best to avoid looking like he was outright leering as he took stock.
Obviously a few of the group weren’t human and much better equipped to handle the seriously wounded girl with an incredibly interesting piece of tech on her. He’d have to bother Grayson about getting his hands on it once the girl was stabilized, or dead.

A late arrival clomping through the tower had Arsenal turning to see a fairly tall man in a red helmet lingering on the opposite end of the room. The overall getup he wore had Roy raising an eyebrow as he tried to place the uniform in the bat lineup, certainly not one of the brood he’d met. Part of him wondered how wide of a net Batman was casting now, there was a new adoptee added to the family every time Roy turned around.

Snorting lightly once the newcomer spoke, Roy knew he was likely putting himself on thin ice before even exchanging pleasantries with his old friend.

“How do you keep finding unconscious girls?” Arsenal asked, still lingering towards the back and fully expecting to be ignored. Still he wasn’t completely capable of keeping his mouth shut, he was only human.

 

[RogueBird]

To be honest, he didn't care if the whole team wasn't present and ready to go. He just needed someone there to intercept him; just in case he didn't make it all the way. Dick followed Damian without a second thought, putting the knocked out girl onto the table. He took a few quick, but shallow, breaths. His adrenaline was wearing some, leaving the throbbing pain from the broken (or at the very least bruised) rib he sustained while fighting to come back.

The eldest Robin took a seat in one of the chairs, almost stumbling to sit down. "I'll be fine, pretty sure I've had worse." He addressed the question of injury first, honestly he couldn't explain the first statement. He just had to rush, that could be the simplest way to explain it to the young boy. "Yeah, I figured. It's one of the reasons why you're in uniform. Too many guys for a girl who wasn't dangerous." The first thing on his list was to find out why there were so many people following her, and then anything else he should know → like a name.

"As for the tail, I couldn't be reckless. Even if I wasn't, I could've been and I wasn't about to bring them here. That would be one of the worst things I've done." His eyes were on the girl, she looked awful to him. He could've honestly looked just as bad and he wouldn't care, he probably didn't though.

Then he addressed Raven. "Yeah I know, there has been a fair share of danger here, but like I said, I'm not going to be the reason it comes here... Not this time." He's had to deal with being that cause too much in the past... But there was a chance they could track the girl, which would be something else he'd be looking for as soon as possible. He ran his gloved hand through his hair, a stress reliever. "I still know nothing about the girl, and do what you have to... Just keep her alive because as of right now she's the victim until I, or we, know otherwise."

Dick almost wanted to ignore the comment from Jason, he knew he called him but that was unnecessary. "Not a cult, and as far as I'm aware I gave you an out to not show up... Red." He shifted to stand up, to stretch. "Girl was chased down by a group of guys. A lot of them. Beaten until she was out cold and I got her out of there. Couldn't ask her questions, as she was like this by the time I was done... Half the blood on the suit is from her." The other half, he'd unwillingly admit is from both himself and little from the goons.

The question from Arsenal made him roll his eyes underneath the mask. Somehow the two people he hoped would stay a little more serious for once immediately broke that hope. He didn’t even bother answering it either. To be honest, he didn’t have an answer... Besides the fact that she wasn’t unconscious when he found her, not until after the fight was done anyway.

Dick felt like he was going to be repeating himself a lot. "Whatever their reason for chasing her down, it couldn't be good. We need her to wake up so we can figure out what was going on, and then go from there... Like we always do. Fair enough?" The last comment was for everyone.

So was the next question that fell from his mouth. "Any questions? And make them one's I can answer." He didn't need to repeat himself anymore than he may have already about not knowing information, and he shouldn’t have to.

Lotheralaix Red Hood
MePersonally Robin
seain1494 Starfire
Karcen Raven
PlusUltra Terra
TheSaint Arsenal

 

[MePersonally]

The girl didn't look like she was going to survive the wounds she had. On the outside, it was only a few bullet wounds (they were bleeding, yes, but that could be stopped). What worried the Robin, though, was her weak pulse and her shallow breathing; she seemed to have internal injuries as well. He looked up at Grayson, while nodding at Raven's comment. Of course, she was right. They had had their fair share of dangerous people and objects in here, but that didn't cancel out the stupidity of bringing her here.
His forehead in wrinkles, the twelve year old boy's eyes went back to Rachel, contemplating her suggestion. To a certain degree, he was aware how close this young woman was to death, but he didn't know what Raven knew. If she offered to heal her, it meant that nothing else would help.
"Is it the only way?", he asked, not wanting to endanger his team mate's life on purpose, but he didn't get a chance to get Rachel's answer, because a metallic, distorted voice made an unprofessional comment. Todd, who else?

"Tt. This isn't a cult, Hood. It's an emergency meeting", Damian corrected, "So, unless you have anything productive to add, I'd appreciate your quiet attendance."
He would never admit to himself that Todd's presence had startled him, as he hadn't been aware of it. In contrast to that, he had seen the archer in the dark corner a while ago, when he had checked the room for strange occurences. If this girl could make civilians chase her, what else could she do? And was this all a scheme to get closer to them? If they wanted to be sure that she wouldn't hurt them, they needed to keep her like she was, unconscious.
"We need her to wake up so we can figure out what was going on, and then go from there... Like we always do."
Just as Damian had breathed in to say what he thought, Grayson intervened with the exact opposite statement. The youngest Wayne, taken aback by his mentor's sheer unawareness of the situation, stared at his predecessor in horror.
"Have you lost your mind, too?", he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, fighting down the urge to kick his brother's temple to restart his brain, "She controlled dozens of civilians. What makes you think she won't be able to mindcontrol us?"
If there was one thing that he had learned from his father, it was to always be prepared for the worst and he wasn't going to let that guard down in front of a stranger.
"I am not going to let your naive trust in everyone endanger all of us." Those were his final words and he knew that Grayson knew. He had put him in charge of this team after he left, after all.

"Raven, heal her", the pre teen finally made a decision and shot Grayson a warning glance, "But make sure she stays asleep until we have sorted out our differences."
Damian didn't wait for Rachel to react before turning to Harper and Todd. He knew that both of them were out of his juristiction, but maybe they would be compliant if it was about Grayson's wellbeing.
"Arsenal, get some ice for Nightwings wounds. And bring some water."
The Robin hesitated before directing an order at Todd, because the last time he had, it had almost ended with a bullet in his knee. But this was important, right? He wouldn't fire a gun in the Titans Tower. Not taking any chances, he better stepped behind the kitchen island before he spoke, so he would have some cover.
"Hood, you could try to find out more about the girl. I don't care about your means, but don't leave any bodies."
It was a carefully worded order, his voice more hesitant than usually, even though he did a good job at hiding it. Awaiting Todd's reaction, he didn't dare to move for a second.

Just as he was about to take his eyes off the criminal bat, he saw a blonde shock of hair, moving on the couch. There was someone else in here, someone he didn't know. Inner seconds, the Red Hood was forgotten and Damian jumped towards the stranger, julling his Katana out of the sheath on his back. The blade hissed through the air, as the young Robin landed on the back of the couch and grabbed the young woman's hair, the sword placed on her neck in a threatening manner, just close enough so she could feel the cold metal on her throat.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?"
When she didn't answer immediately, the Robin's tone grew angrier, more impatient, "Answer me!"
His legs cradling her shoulders, so he wouldn't fall off if she got up, he sat and waited, determined to slit her throat if she attacked any of his team mates.

Lotheralaix Todd
RogueBird Grayson
seain1494 Starfire
Karcen Raven
PlusUltra Terra
TheSaint Arsenal

 

[PlusUltra]

Tara Markov
Tags: (Open)
Location: Titans Commonroom, Jump City

Leaning over the back of the Sofa she watches the scene unfold moving from each member as she attempts to gather the changes from what she had experienced previously and match up what she knew with what was before her at the moment. Firstly it seemed it seemed the Robin she knew had become a new hero with a different one given the mantle so to speak. The smaller Robin did seem to give almost a little brother vibe, kinda with that chip on the shoulder and something to prove but almost comes across as an ego. The Witch wasn't much different but at least this time she didn't have to worry too much, the entire way she stood and moved with a faint hesitation at times did give her a good idea what point this version was at. Red X was definitely a new addition but seemed to have lost that joker type vibe that she recalled, or maybe it got beaten out of him with age. Speedy seemingly having come over from the West but was otherwise not that much of a change, then again she didn't really get to interact as much with him so could be anyone's guess on that front. The last other than the entirely new girl was Starfire, definitely went through a bigger costume change to a swimsuit but given she had yet to speak that's the most she could gather. In either case, it seemed they really were a little oblivious so might as well go and say hi again to check up on things.

The that did take a bit of a damper when the short boy jumped across the room, her eyes following him slowly before he took a handful of hair and pulled out a sword. She takes a drink and turns her head slightly to look at Robin before standing up and finally speaking in a far too casual manner with the imp on her shoulders. "Right but first can you maybe not pull hair? I just got all the dust out of it....secondly, that would be intimidating if....well you weren't as intimidating as sweet potato pie" her voice seemed to give a friendly chuckle before speaking "Also Earth and Ore Weapons really is a bad choice for this" the wording was somewhat off in how she spoke but the humor in it suggested a joke that might have been missed. In addition, the sword in question would probably feel off were it made contact with something far harder than skin to the point there was a soft clink.

Strolling with the boy in tow her almost soundlessly she takes a slow sip before raising a brow and noticing something within the unconscious girl's hair, raising her hand slightly as several small traces seem to flow off and forming a small ball of earthen material above Taras right hand, looking at it with some interest. It was clay, it was the type that could be more helpful though since natural and artificial had a different feel to her senses. Taking a sip from her drink she finally speaks up "Dangers past, present, and future aside...I mean got a few odd things already? those don't exactly track marks, shes far too clean like clinically with lack of real dirt, so and those clothes are something you get from goodwill or a laundry line....oh right this Robins question..." looking back up to him "You didn't say please so, technically I won't answer you...." she sticks her tongue out at him for a moment before speaking upwards "System User Identify"

"RECOGNISED, TERRA 06"

"The rest of the questions ill try and pre-empt for efficiency sake. Long story, got lost, turned to stone, woke up after an apocalyptic event had me make a real connection, found myself and....and now I'm here. You could say I came home the long way around, You wouldn't believe how many times this entire thing gets reset, I mean I guess Bats might have a file on some of them knowing him. In any case, I was?, am? will be?... Not an English major so ill leave proper nouns for someone else. Suffice to say I know most of you even if you don't remember me from looks of it...and no you can't have Rae take a look inside since kinda went through some stuff that made the entire noggin a little too rock-solid " she finishes with another drink, aware of just how weird this was all coming across but she learned to roll with it.

 

[Karcen]

More people arrived even as Raven stood over the dying girl. Raven felt each of them, their surface feelings and a little of their character, there was no deep dive but she could feel each wasn't hostile. The blonde girl still a mystery for awhile didn't seem to be noticed by others and raven could feel something odd about her, but no overt hostility, yet it felt as if something was there blocking her focus, maybe she was trained to block out mental attacks. That was a good idea in this world plenty of psychics around. Well it wasn't like anyone here was going to attack them. Robin spoke of wanting the girl healed, though Raven would only bring her away from death not full healing. Robin then noticed the girl, Terra and well it seemed she wasn't just some friend of batman that she had never met, she had been met by no one. Raven couldn't tell if Terra was telling a lie about her origin or not the thing blocking her from actually looking further than the surface of her mind meant if Terra was a half way decent lair she would be fooled. Still her story wasn't the craziest, but if she was a titan from another reality, a past one, then there was no telling what she knew about Trigon.

" She isn't hostile Robin, i don't think she is telling a lie about her story." Raven said feeling with her attitude few people in the room could hurt her if earth and metals were useless against her depending on how whatever powered her defined earth. " Besides i need to focus not have a fight right next to me" Raven continued as she place her hands on either side of the girl's head.

" azarath metrion zinthos" Raven spoke and her mind touched the dying girl's mind as she took the pain away to kick her body's natural healing into over drive. As their minds touched Raven felt fear, great fear and confusion. There was guilt she wasn't where she should be. The girl wanted death it would be a release from the horror. Raven poured in more power using her emphatic ability not only to take the pain but to help ease the worst of the emotional stress, to relax the girl to take her away from the brink.

Then Raven let go of the girl's head and stepped away stumbling a little as the pain from the girl moved into raven herself. Raven quickly righted herself not enjoying others seeing such weakness when healing them, but by now she was sure they knew. " She is off of death's door, but she will need real medical attention to heal properly. " Raven explained her power would heal the girl faster than was natural but still it took time.

 

[seain1494]

As more people entered the room, Starfire felt more and more out of place. Healing was not a great talent of hers--she was more prepared for a fight itself than the aftermath, so she stood in the corner of the room opposite of the archer with red hair and watched. When the Red Hooded one entered, she could see both Grayson and Damian visibly tense, and she wondered who this man was and the complications of their relationships; it seemed like they were all surprised to see one another. After the comments from him, the archer they called Arsenal, and the brief scuff between the blonde girl and Damian, Kori wondered if there would be a fight, or many fights, after all. Every person in this room seemed a bit too headstrong to function as a team unit, and she hoped that the girl would stay unconscious to prevent even further confusion.

As she watched Raven step forward to heal her, Kori wondered if maybe she should begin introductions as almost everyone in the room seemed like they did not know at least one other person--she personally only knew the Titans and Dick. On the other hand, she wondered if trying to introduce herself now would add to the already intense amounts of tension in the room. Plus, she was enjoying the fact that no one was currently goggling at her bright orange appearance as many Earthlings did, but she guessed many in this room were familiar with non-humans. Either that or they were just too distracted by one another.

Instead of trying to intercede since many of the people here already seemed on the verge of a fight or an argument at the least, she decided to volunteer to get the ice and water. She figured she may know where these items were slightly better than the "Arsenal" that Damian had instructed. He seemed like he needed to speak to some of the people in the room anyways.

Kori stepped forward looking between them both. "I'll go get the ice and water," she said while moving out of the room and down towards the kitchen area. She hoped they heard her as it seemed like there were currently about twenty different conversations going on. She put the ice in a sack and grabbed a few bottles of water, figuring that water would be plenty clean for whatever Damian wanted it for: washing or drinking. She gathered everything up while listening intently and began to walk back towards where everyone was. She didn't want to miss anything important.

Lotheralaix Jason Todd/Red Hood
RogueBird Dick Grayson/Nightwind
MePersonally Damian Wayne/Robin -- Mystery Girl
TheSaint Roy Harper/Arsenal
Karcen Raven/Rachel Roth
PlusUltra Terra