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His Final Question	By : Evilevergreen Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 6645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twelve: Between Devils and Heroes

Bumblebee tossed and turned in her bed as the rain crashed against the pane of her window. Lightening crashed and thundered roared, but it was not what kept her up so late into the night. She had broken down in front of so many people. They had seen through the many layers that she had so desperately been trying to hide. She knew that Aqualad had told them not to tell a soul, but she couldn't help but to wonder how the officers would look upon her the next time she had to visit the jail. Would they still see her as the strong and capable leader of the Titans East? Would that respect still reside in their eyes or would they look upon her like a broken little girl, who had no right to lead her team?

Bumblebee sighed heavily as she stared up at the ceiling before she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She sat up, yawning a bit as she wondered what time it was. She then rose out of her bed and made her way over to the door and opened it. “Mas?” she looked down at the blue eyed boy dressed in footie pajamas. “It's late. What's wrong?” she asked him.

Mas' eyes were wide as he searched Bumblebee's. “Tuve el sueño otra vez,” he told her quietly.

“Oh, no.” Bumblebee lowered herself to one knee as she took a hold of Mas and brought him into her arms. “I know the nightmares are frightening, but he can't hurt you or Menos anymore,” she reassured him.

“¿Por qué nos dio ella al diablo?" Mas asked her. “¿Por qué no nos quiso ella?"

“No, no don't think like that,” Bumblebee urged him as she heard him beginning to cry. “I'm sure she didn't want to give you away. It had to have been hard for her knowing she couldn't take care of the two of you,” she told him as he held on tighter.

“Eramos suponemos ser sus hijos. . . ¡No su proyecto!” Mas declared angrily. “Yo no quiero ser un experimento no más.”

Bumblebee pulled away before placing her hands on either side of his face. “You are not an experiment!” she made clear as she shook him a little. “You are Mas of the Teen Titans and along with your brother you are the fastest thing I've ever seen.” She then smile softly. “You are my bright shooting star and as long as I'm here you never have to go back to that mad man who called himself a doctor, okay?”

Mas, at first, only looked at her as she wiped away his tears. “Okay.” He gave her a small smile.

“Are you okay now? Do you want me to walk you back to your room?” she asked him.

Mas lowered his head. “¿Podría permanecer yo aquí esta noche en lugar?” he asked, wanting her near, images of his last nightmare still running through his head.

Bumblebee nodded her head as she took Mas' hand and stood. “Of course,” she told him as she lead him into the room. She tucked him in on the other side of her full size bed before climbing back in herself. Within in a few minutes she could hear Mas softly snoring as he slept.

Bumblebee had almost found sleep herself when again she heard a knock at her door. She got up to answer it and found Menos carrying a teddy bear, which was almost as big as he was. She watched as he gave a small shriek and shudder violently as the lightening and thunder made their presence known. She shook head as she smiled at the boy. “Get on in there,” she told him as she stepped out of the way and he happily ran into the room and jumped into her bed, startling Mas as he did so.

Soon the three were settled into the bed, Bumblebee resting between the twins as each held onto her tightly before falling back to sleep. Bumblebee then pushed Menos' blonde hair from his face and kissed his forehead before pushing Mas' brown hair out of the way and doing the same. She smiled sadly as she regarded the two boys in her care.

Their mother had been very young when she became aware that she was pregnant. It would have been difficult for her to raise a child on her own, let alone two, but that did not stop her from trying. She loved her boys, but she couldn't take care of them, so she had to do what she thought was best for them. She had found a doctor and his wife who were looking to adopt. They seemed like nice another people and so, with a help of an agency, they made the adoption final.

Mas y Menos, who real names were Raul and Dominic, were six at the time. They didn't understand why their mother didn't want them anymore and why did they had to live with a stranger. Mas, who was the closest to their mother, had taken it the hardest, blaming himself for her not wanting them anymore, apologizing over and over as they had to practically rip him off of her when it came time to permanently live with the doctor.

Once the doctor had them in their home his kind facade faded. And as the years went on he treated the boys less and less his sons or even members of his family, but more and more like his science project. The doctor at one point had locked them locked in his basement, where Bumblebee would never know exactly what he did too them. Mas still had horrible nightmares of that time, while Menos kept it in and pretended it never happened. He didn't even speak to Mas about it. Menos figured that they were happy now and that was all that mattered.

Bumblebee had discovered the pair when she was still over the hand of Brother Blood. She had been out, tutoring a group of first year students, with an assignment that pretty much consisted of breaking and entering. The doctor's home had been their last stop for that night.

The basement was dark and dingy and there was the all too familiar scent of blood in the air. Bumblebee was horrified to find the two little boys locked in separate cages and on opposite sides of the room. She struck down to her smallest size and worked on each lock until they popped opened. The boys were frightened by the stranger, it had been so long since they had seen anyone but the doctor, but Bumblebee gently coached them out.

Mas was the first to start to leave his cage as he took Bumblebee's outreached hand. Menos then started yelling at him angrily. Bumblebee didn't understand a word he was saying, but it cause Mas to let her go and retreat back into his own cage.

It was then that Bumblebee realized that the other was the dominate twin and if she was going to help them, that he was the one that had to make the first step out. So she went to the other cage and told the boy within that everything was going to be okay. That she was going to help him. It took a lot of time gain Menos' trust, but when she had it, he held on to her as if it were the first time anyone had shown him comfort. Following his brother's lead, Mas left his cage and travel to the other side of the room. He stood by them quietly as he watched Bumblebee hold Menos before she noticed him as well and pulled them into their hug.

It was back at the H.I.V.E. that they discovered the results of the doctors experiment on the twins. Within the school, their speed was matched by none and so they became students at the very elite school.

At first, Mas y Menos had a hard time adjusting to the other people around them, that is all but Bumblebee, who was their own personal hero for saving them. But onnce they had adjusted, they were bright and happy children, although Mas had a tendency of staying close to Bumblebee when he could.

After taking Brother Blood's underwater school taken out of commission, Bumblebee and Aqualad were assigned to follow Brother Blood East. The students of the H.I.V.E. had scattered, but Bumblebee knew the twins had nowhere to go and she would not leave without them, telling Aqualad that they needed her. Aqualad asked if they could be trusted since they were students under Brother Blood. This offended Bumblebee since she had been one as well.

So the twins traveled east with them, but something still felt missing. It was then that Aqualad suggested a fifth member to complete their team and recommended Speedy. Together, the five of them were more than a team, they were family. . . a very dysfunctional family.

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“Look, I made a mistake.” Jenna's hands were on Speedy's chest as she struggled against him, but he was stronger than he looked as she was pushed into the bathroom of the dark club. “So just let go now. If you don't, I swear, I'll scream,” she tried to threaten the archer, but complete and utter dread ran her blood cold as she saw a smile grace his lips that practically reached for ear to ear.

Jenna then went to scream, but before anything could escape her lungs a large hand covered her mouth. “So, I'm a mistake now, huh?” Speedy's words where cold and inhuman. Jenna began to scream regards of where his hand was, but it could not be heard in such a crowed place. “I'll show you a Goddamn fucking mistake,” were Speedy's angry words as he closed the door behind them.

“The rape charges have been dropped,” Miller, the Titan's lawyer, informed Speedy with a less than sincere smile.

Speedy, interrupted from his thoughts, looked up at the lawyer. “They have?” he asked in disbelief as he just couldn't get around the fact that Jenna was no longer pressing charges. Speedy shook his head not really understand, but he felt such a burden lift from his shoulders. “So I can go home now?” He stood, ready to return back to his normal life.

Miller frowned as he indicated that Speedy sit back down. He shook his head. “It's not that simple,” he began. “Though the rape charge has been dropped, you are still facing assault and battery.”

“What? No!” Speedy's frustration caught up with him. “Those charges are just as ridiculous! I have never laid my hands on a innocent woman! I've never-” Speedy stopped, his hand coming up to his forehead as a dizzy spell took over him and he reclaimed his seat.

“Are you alright?” Miller asked as he client suddenly looked very weak.

Speedy breathed heavily as he closed his eyes tightly, willing his double vision to stop before it grew into another painful headache.

“Roy?” Miller called out his real name as he stood. “You don't look too good. Maybe I should get some help.”

“No, no.” Speedy finally lowered his hand, opened his eyes, and straighten up in his seat. Miller could tell that Speedy was going tell him that he was fine, but for some reason Speedy hesitated and what came out of his mouth was a soft whispered that sounded a lot like, “Oh my God.”

He had let go of her, for just a moment, so that he could lock the bathroom door. With only one hand on her, Jenna took that as her chance to break free of him. “Help!” she yelled as she tried to push pass Speedy to get to the door. “Let me-” She didn't have time to finish her statement as Speedy had roughly grabbed her long brown hair and practically slammed her up against the tile cover walls of the small bathroom.

“Roy?” Miller spoke again. “What is it?” he asked carefully as he sat back down.

Speedy's eyes shot towards Miller and he looked at the other man like he had been a deer caught in headlights. He stared at him for a moment before frantically shaking his head. “Nothing,” he told him, his voice a bit strained.

“Don't run from me,” Speedy whispered harshly into Jenna's ear as he pinned her between himself and the wall. While she was still dazed from the blow to her head, Speedy took both of her arms and place them behind her back before taking both of wrists with one hand. His other hand than took its place over her mouth. “I've never been one to chase what I want,” he confessed. “And I don't plan on starting now.” Speedy then leaned in, closing his eyes as he took in the scent of her hair. He frowned as all he could smell was the trace of cigarettes that littered the night club's air.

“Scream and I'll make sure you regret it, got it?” Speedy warned her as tears mixed with blood ran down Jenna's face. She slightly nodded her head to tell him that she understood. It was then followed by Speedy slowly releasing her mouth. His left hand then found the curve of her thigh.

“Please,” she begged him. “Please stop.”

“Shut up,” he told her in a whisper, not really paying attention to what she was saying as his hand leisurely etched it way up her red dress. “Ahhh!”: Speedy suddenly yelled when the spike of one of her two inch heels dug itself into one of his shins.

Speedy stumbled back at the intense pain that course throughout his leg as Jenna once again shot towards the door in another attempt to escape. She had gotten the bathroom door opened a good four inches become it was once again slammed shut. Jenna screamed at the sudden sound of it before she was roughly grabbed by the arm. “Don't run!” Speedy yelled before Jenna balled her hand into a fist and socked Speedy in the stomach. His immediate reflex was throwing her to the floor where she land with a crack as the heel of show broke.

“Stop!” Jenna yelled as Speedy, with his hand on his stomach, leered down at her before his hand shot towards her throat causing Jenna's hands to immediately try to loosen it.

Her efforts were useless as Speedy shoved her down onto the floor and he took a sit on top of her. “I don't like being hit!” he yelled at her as his fingers tighten around her neck with word. “I've only ever made one exception,” he began. “And- and you aren't her.” His facial expression soften at the admission. “You aren't Bee,” he said softly, his chin slowly falling to his chest as tears ran a track down his face. “You aren't Bee,” he repeated to himself as the grip he had on Jenna finally loosen and he got off of her.

Jenna coughed violently as air reentered her lungs and she sat up. She wasted no time as she scrambled off the floor and made a mad dash towards the exist. Speedy was left alone in the corner of the bathroom with his legs drawn in and his head resting on his knees as he found he could do nothing but sit there and cry.

Speedy stared down at the table as the rest of the night finished playing in his head. “You know what, Miller?” he began. “You're right, I'm not feeling well, so is there anything else?” Speedy asked.

“Yes, there are a few things,” Miller told him. “The judge has finally set a bail price for you. So you can go home by the end of the day if you can pay for it.”

“Money is not an issue,” Speedy told him as he thought of his mentor and the phone call he would have to make.

“Good, because there is also a fine you have to pay because you were drinking underage. Also you've been put on probation. You'll be given the name of your probation officer, where you check in with them, and how often you have to check in after you pay your bail,” Miller informed him. “And in case you wanted to know, the club you were at is being investigated. It seems this isn't the first time something has occurred there that involved underage drinking.”

“I remember what happened,” Speedy told the lawyer. “Though some of it is still hazy, I didn't rape her,” he made clear, tried of seeing doubt in the other man's eyes. “So why did she tell them I did?” Speedy asked. Miller shook his head, but regardless open his mouth to speak. “No,” Speedy said quickly. “Don't answer that,” he asked of the other man as some of the hazy pictures in his mind became clear and he remembered the look on Jenna's face, which read of nothing but fear.

Her claim was her revenge against him because even though the charges were dropped, it would be something that hung over his head as long as he lived. So the doubt he saw in Miller's eyes, Speedy knew he was bound to see again and with the way he had behavior he wasn't sure if he didn't deserve it.

To Be Continued. . .
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