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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they are the property of DC Comics. I’m not making any money out of this, so pretty please don’t sue me.

Introduction: Hiya. Despite the fact that I have been introduced to the characters at a ludicrously recent moment in time, I’ve decided to go and write a fanfiction of the characters.

Of course, I decided to forgo any ‘warm up’ type of ficts. I decided to forgo an easy introduction, and I’m throwing myself headfirst into a ludicrously epic story that takes in a great deal from DC Animated Continuity, major story events from comics continuity, as well as pruning away characters, putting characters through an emotional blender, taking liberties with some facts, planning on doing a major change to various relationships, teasing out said relationships for a good many chapters…

So, in simple terms, I’m putting my neck on the line on my first try round. Do feel free to point out if you feel that any characters are, well...out of character. I’m not the most familiar with them, so any help is greatly appreciated. However, I must say beforehand, don’t expect the characters to be exactly the same throughout the story. Don’t expect them to stand still. I *will* be changing them, and I have every intention on fleshing out the characters I write about in whatever way I see fit.

Well, whatever you think of my intentions for this epic of a romance story, I hope you’ll bear with me, and I do hope you’ll enjoy the story that I’ll be busy laying out before you. And remember- reviews make an author happy. And a happy author is one who’ll keep on writing and posting, after all.

And so it begins...

The Titans: Triptych

#1

The Sundering

Chapter 1 of 6: Exhaustion

They were calling for her.

They needed her.

She wished she could sleep.

Pretend she couldn’t hear.

Sleep for a century.

But she couldn’t.

They needed her.

Her bones ached.

But they needed her.

They needed her now.

Slowly, achingly, she forced her muscles into motion. Ignoring the weariness that seeped through her. The wave of exhaustion that threatened to pitch her to the floor face first. The ache at the back of her eyes.

She left her room, pulling her hood over her head. She walked into their control hub.

It shouldn’t seem empty by now, but…it still did.

The others looked her way when she entered. She tried not to let the expectation behind their eyes intimidate her.

“Well?” She intoned, settling down into a seat and not letting her self relax at this slight ease on her legs.

“Well, you know, it’s just as we got. He’s at it again. Last gasp, final second knockout type of attack. You know, huge robots, giant moths, the sort of thing he only does when he’s absolutely pissed off...”

“Good. He’s being stupid, then. Let’s obliterate him.” She said, feeling the waves of tension and exhaustion coming off her companions. She did her best to ignore it.

“But, he has done so many of these attacks. How can we obliterate one such as him, when he is so many in the troops?”

“Cut off the head. I thought you were meant to be warriors back home, or something…”

“Oh, yes, but, how are we to be knowing-”

“He’s on the six o’clock news. He’s hard to miss, what with the one eye, significant costume, and by the fact he’s driving a giant robot with a huge see through dome for a head straight through downtown.”

“What? He is- oh. Right. Twenty four hour news. A great asset to the gathering of information, which you are doing so well.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m the man. Woo.”

“Save blowing each other for after the mission.”

The other two gazed at her.

“Wha-?”

“Forgive me, but what does this ‘blowing’ refer to? I can see no-”

“It’s, like, a metawhatsit, you know, and, er...”

“If Green Lantern can say it on live television, so can I.” She snapped irritably at the other two. “Let’s just get this done.” Without further preamble, she stood up, muttering under her breath.

“I thought you didn’t like the League, O dictator of ours.”

“Quiet- can you not see she is doing the rites of translocation? Do you wish to loose the lower half of your body again? I remember you were quite upset when-”

“Don’t remind me…” He muttered as the energies wrapped around them, and they disappeared from inside their headquarters .

She felt like she slept for the entire past week.

It was almost true- apart from waking while dreaming of a particular close call, or of her childhood, or of any of the other things that plagued her during sleep, she had spent a bare few hours stumbling around the kitchen, eating inordinate amount of inappropriate food.

Her eyes felt glued to her eyelids. She took pains to open them.

Her room sprawled about her, wrapped in darkness as ever. Books, items of clothing, lay scattered about. She’d barely cleaned the place in the last couple of months, things had been so hectic.

It was hard to believe it was over.

Slade…Deathstroke…they’d finally dealt with him.

It had put one of their depleted number in a couple of casts, and cost everyone a pint or two of blood, but it was worth it.

Heh. He’d be proud of what she’d managed to achieve. She hoped so, at least. She couldn’t know. They hadn’t spoken in over eight months.

She’d managed to disable the machine. The others had broken inside, and cracked heads. Including Slade’s.

Last time she was awake, she’d heard he’d been put in a high security jail. Someplace. She couldn’t remember.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She pawed around for clothes.

Her ribs ached from where something had smashed into them.

For some reason, she wanted to find a bed made of waffles. With caramel sheets. And a bedside lamp made out of a mustard pot.

She must have hit her head some when.

That, or close proximity to Starfire, and her constant demands for buying more mustard, was doing something to her.

She’d figure out the conspiracy later.

Maybe after breakfast.

She stumbled into the kitchen, pulling out a random box and stuffing her hand inside.

“Oh, evening, Raven. I see you are liking the box of the fanged chocolate man’s strangely shaped food nuggets.”

“...wha?” Raven finally replied, spewing out crumbs, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes.

“Do you not see the picture? I thought it was quite amusing, and it reminded me of that film we saw, the one we saw before the Slade was waging his war of robots against us?” Starfire said, earnestly smiling, half glancing at Raven out of the side of her eyes. “And I thought, it would be a good food nugget box to buy, as it would be reminder of the good times, and I had to shop for quick food nuggets, because you were tired and asleep, and-”

“Hold on. Whoa. Wait.” Raven said, looking at the box, and then opening a cupboard. Then she opened the one next to it. Then the one under the sink.

“Starfire...”

“Yes?”

“Why did you buy a thousand boxes of Count Chocola cereal?”

“Well, as I said, they-”

“No, not the choice. The number.”

“Oh! Well, I thought, seeing as the nuggets were so small, we would need many of them. And I remember late night eating marathons of the all of us, and knew they were only little, only…no one’s been eating them. I can’t think why. After all-”

“Oh. That’s okay then.” Raven said, deciding it wasn’t worth exerting energy on. “Hold on- evening?”

She spent the next half hour eating, listening to Starfire recount the events of the past week in her usual way, occasionally trying to see if some other food had fallen down the back of a cupboard, but to no avail.

“So, he said he was healed. I wasn’t sure, so I made him stay in the information gathering place, while I went on patrol. I’m not sure those speed heal machines are workable, because-”

Next time, she was leaving a list. Or at least, getting Garfield to do the shopping online. They might run the risk of being swamped with junk from eBay, but it was better than eating Count Chocola cereal for the rest of their natural lives.

“And he took much convincing, even though I pointed out his casts had only just come off, and-”

“Was there anything happening?”

“Oh, no. Not really. A couple of those street robbings that are so very mean, but nothing big. Half the city is rebuilding the other, and everyone has been quiet since we defeated Slade in our last battle.”

“Good. Means the League will stop tramping about our backyard soon enough.”

“But...we don’t have a backyard.”

“Figure of speech.”

“Oh. I see. So the League will not be figuratively stomping around our figurative back yard...?”

“Something like that.” Raven said with a shrug. “I wasn’t even born in this dimension and I get this place better than you…I have to wonder about that.”

“Well, you have been on this planet longer than I. I have only been here near three years. You have been here…”

“Nine.”

“Yes! Exactly. Exactly my point, I am meaning.”

“Whatever you say, Starfire. Whatever you say...”

“You sure you don’t want a spin on this thing?”

“You just want to beat someone at a match, don’t you?”

“...yes.” Garfield admitted, his fingers blurring across the control pad. “But, come on, you’ve seen Starfire on these things. She has unnatural abilities.”

“They could say that about you.” Raven stated, not even bothering to look as her team mate let out a whoop of triumph upon beating…something.

“Yeah, but I got a fanzine dedicated to me.” He added as an aside.

“And how many has Starfire got?”

“...five.”

“So, not only is she more liked, she also an inroads to the geek boy community.”

“Hey! I happen to be a member of that community. And so is Vic.”

“Vic isn’t here.”

“But still, we should honour his memory, and respect the community the both of us belong to.”

“Whatever.”

Minutes passed, filled with sound effects, victory music, and the occasional inventive curse from Garfield whenever defeat music sounded. The stream of sound was interrupted by an alert siren, that had only become a fraction less annoying in the three years they’d been here.

Grumbling at having to leave his game midway through, Garfield followed Raven into the monitor room. Upon arriving, he found most of the screens dominated by live feed of what looked like a classic super-criminal robbery in progress. Raven and Starfire were already halfway through a tactics discussion.

“Gee, I suppose I might as well turn into a lampshade again. About the only use you find for-”

“Shut up, Beastboy.” Raven snapped.

“And I want a new codename...”

“Just suit up. I’ll meet you back here when I’m in costume.” Raven said, teleporting out of the room with a brief flick of her hand.

“What’s her problem?”

“Garfield, please. She’s barely recovered from leading us through our miniature war with Slade.” Starfire said, some of her usual cheery tone dropping away.

“Yeah, but we won. Cause to crack a smile at least. You’d think she’d been hanging around with Batman the way she looks.”

“And it would do well not to tell her that, friend Garfield. You know leading the team has not been easy for her. And seeing as Batman is-”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just saying, is all…” He said as his final piece, before hurrying out of the room to change. Starfire, already in uniform while on monitor duty, stayed where she was, collating more information. In a couple more minutes, both of the others had returned.

“So, who’re we up against?” Beastboy asked as he adjusted a glove.

“His name is, ah...Weather Wizard.”

“Ah. Him. Let’s get this over with.” Raven said, muttering a few incantations under her breath, teleporting them into the fray again.

The windscreen exploded behind her as she was hurtled into it. Glaring angrily, wincing at the pain that shot through her back, she concentrated, levitating the car she’d smashed into and hurtling it their foe.

He shattered it with a lightning bolt, stopping it dead before it got near him.

Raven swore inventively, throwing in a few choice words from the other dimensional languages she’d learnt. The pavement under her feet cracked as she did so, picking up and hurtling pieces of debris at the Weather Wizard with the force of her will.

Overhead, Starfire was breaking out of a tornado she’d been trapped inside. Beastboy was pulling himself out of a crater he’d made when he’d landed in a much larger form.

Above, Starfire rained energy blasts upon the villain. A stream of lightning strikes tore into her.

Flying forward, hurtling cars, lampposts and random debris at the Wizard, Raven managed to catch Starfire with a brief surge of telekinesis, stopping her from being turned into little more than a bundle of broken bones.

A peal of thunder was the only warning Raven got as a similar attack lashed at her. Icy, freezing rain lashed at her as the tiny storm ripped into her.

Landing heavily on the ground, Raven snapped her head up. She didn’t feel too badly hurt. Nearby, Starfire was pushing herself to her feet. Her legs seemed unsteady.

The Weather Wizard opened his mouth, about to make some overbearing comment, when a blur smashed into him. Raven glanced aside, saw Beastboy only just out the crater, looking as bemused as she felt.

A moment later, and the Weather Wizard dropped out of the night sky, slamming into the ground, one of his arms bent the wrong way, blooding running from the side of his mouth.

Raven looked above him, to the figure floating there. A tall woman, decked out in a uniform that screamed post-human. She radiated power, authority and experience.

Raven’s face went deadly still as she got to her feet, pulling her hood over her head.

“What are you here for?” She intoned, levitating to face off against the older woman.

“You are affiliated with the League, Raven. Surely you should have expected a visit from the Council by now?”

“We don’t need the League.” Raven stated bluntly. A window cracked nearby.

“I beg to differ.” The woman replied, bluntly. “Let’s finish this conversation back at your base. We have much to discuss.”

“Fine.” Raven snapped, twitching her hand and teleporting herself, her team, and the unwanted visitor away from the scene.

Raven gazed frostily at the woman. The representative of the League, here in the tower. One of the most powerful of beings on the planet.

Wonder Woman. There was no reason to dislike her as a person, Raven knew. But…she knew who she was associated with.

Raven’s memory hadn’t faded in the past nine years. She knew damn well what had happened. Who the League had listened to.

“Well?”

“I’m here to evaluate the continuing viability of the Te-”

“Titans.” Raven snapped. “And how are we not viable? We fought for three months against Slade. A war, in all but name.”

“True. And you did win. But you are few in number. Many League members also participated in that battle against Deathstroke.”

“Not like we did.”

“Maybe so, but still, today’s battle should remind you of the facts. You are few in number. You have been exhausted by a prolonged campaign. Evaluation is not easy under these circumstances.”

“We handled today perfectly-”

“When I entered the scene, you were about to be subject to whatever attack the Weather Wizard had conjure dup next. You would have been hurt, killed. All of you.” Diana glanced over at Garfield and Starfire, who had done their best to stay out of Raven’s way as she faced off against Wonder Woman, reminding them of their close escape today. “As it is, you only have relatively minor injuries.”

“So?”

“So, I have made my decision.”

“Which is?”

“I could sever backing to this branch of the Titans, and offer you membership in the League. You all have proven yourself more than worthy of membership. But, far more effective would be to tell you to take a break.”

“We’re needed here.” Raven replied immediately. “Crime has been low since Slade was beaten, but it’ll go back up again soon enough.”

“We’ll post members of the League here, get them to cover for you. A few weeks. That’s all I ask.”

They’d spent the next couple of hours talking amongst themselves. Talking through the rest of the night.

“Well, it’s not like you can come with us, Garfield.” Raven said, feeling her team- if two members counted as a team- sway ever further towards Diana’s point of view.

“What? Why not. Diana’s diea was great. Great place. I mean, it’s called the Paradise Islands! What more can ya want?”

“A sex change.” Raven intoned.

“Wha?”

“Themyscira only allows women. No men.”

“Aw, damnit!”

“Well, I’m sure we could find a suitable place we could all-” Starfire began to say, but Garfield waved her off, saying,

“Hey, I always wanted an excuse to go on an epic road trip. You know, drive about the place in a van, taking roads at random, finding strange new places-”

“Smashing into trees while drunk.”

“Hey, Rae! That’s unfair!”

“I know. You’d survive the impact unharmed, provided you land on your head.”

“Bitch.”

“Do you really want me to respond to that? I’ve been learning some inventive-”

“No, no, no. I’m fine. I’m cool.”

“So...” Starfire said, looking over at Raven, “Does Themyscira have restaurants? I’ve been trying to find the right ingredients to duplicate the effects of a dish from my homeworld, and-”

“Starfire, they’re meant to be culture hounds.” Raven said. “I’m sure you can find something there. And willing test subjects.”

“Oh, good! I look forward to giving you the first tasting.”

“Er...sure.”
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