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Rage Against The Machine	By : ABoxFullOfSharpObjects Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het- Male/Female > Raven/Robin Views: 3042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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SO: Yeah. Back for another chapter. Yay. If anyone has an opinion about any of my OC s, please tell me. Unless it’s something of the lower IQ population along the lines of, “ ur ocs suck. u suck. “ In that case, please, keep it to yourself.

“ It’s fucking dark in here. “
“ No shit it’s fuckin’ dark, it’s a fuckin’ alley. “
“ There’s a lot of cars and bikes here for this to be a fuckin’ alley. “
“ Shut up and get inside stupid. “
Mark and Malcolm Langdon were regular residents of the City of Jump. The two brothers had been about 5 and 6 when the restrictions started to get worse and worse on the whole city. But back then, it had been crimes of everyone. It was in the best interest of adults and those under the legal age to be under the strict regulations. But it seemed when the criminals started getting younger and younger, the age of restriction did too.
They were not happy that it had happened when they were about to enter their teen and pre-teen years. But just unlike the teens before them, they could not protest. Those that had, had been detained and held longer than their hippie-protesting counterparts. For new laws had been passed. And it was not just conspiracy to cause a riot, but conspiracy to cause a crime, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, conspiracy to commit anarchy, etc. You could be held longer. You could be facing more binding charges. The first amendment didn’t protect you anymore. For it had been used, abused and damaged by those who meant harm.
And it refused to be a shield anymore.
Mark had spent 2 years in Jump City Juvenile Penitentiary. Which, really, was basically a high school with barbed wire and prison guards, a dormitory and no extra curricular activities. Unless you caught the Food Fight Dodge Practice.
His brother had almost gotten sent away, but Mark had punched an officer to let him escape. Hence his longer time. The mandatory time for causing a disturbance, with the begging and community service and promises not to be a pain in the ass, and/or a generous sum donated to the police force to pay for new crime-stopping equipment, was about three weeks. But with Mark slugging the officer, the promise that he would do it again as soon as he got out, “ conspiring “ with his brother, his time was multiplied.
As a result, both brothers bore distaste and hatred for authority and the way things were in Jump City. It was the middle of the afternoon when they received the phone call from a guy they didn’t know. And had he said anything else, Malcolm would have cursed him out and hung up the phone. But what the male had said...had been just what he needed to hear in the worst way.
“ Afternoon. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. But I know that you’re tired of Jump City the way it is...And you know just what I’m talking about. “
“ No shit Sherlock. Everyone under 21 is tired of Jump City. Tell me something I don’t know. “
“ Very well. How would you like to have a hand in changing it into something different? “
“ How would you like a kick in the as–“
“ Let’s not get too hasty. What I’m saying is completely legit. All you and your brother have to do is come to the Cat’s Meow tonight. You come, you listen, you like what you hear, you stay. You don’t, you leave. “
“ ...This isn’t...the mob is it? “
“ What the fuck–?! Hang up, that idiot doesn’t need to be there!! “
Crash!
“ Dammit girl! You break something else of mine and I’ll–“
“ YOU’LL DO WHAT?! “
Click! Booooooooooooooo...
“ ...Mark! Cancel your plans...we got a date tonight. “
“ What is it? Twins? “
“ Hm...Something like that...”
Mark was sulking as he lead the way down the stairs and to the door hidden in the complete darkness. He rapped on the door with his knuckles and waited. Malcolm was prepared for a little eye level sliding door to open and someone to ask for a password.
Instead, the door opened and a dark-skinned girl dressed in a simple band shirt, jeans and a black bandanna peered at them curiously. She tilted her head at them like a puppy trying to figure out something that had been placed in front of it.
Mark’s sulking fit was quickly replaced with a wide grin. He rubbed his hands together and leaned in so her view of Malcolm was blocked. “ Hey cutie, where’s your sister? “
She blinked once and took a step back. Behind her, a male appeared. Fair-skinned, dressed in jeans decorated with chains. Two around his waist and one from his pocket to his back; one would assume from a wallet. A black shirt with a rather depressed character on the front, the words, “ Childproof caps stole my happiness...” in yellow text above it. He was also wearing a black bandanna. Piercing blue eyes focused intently on Mark. The way a lion would when something entered his territory and he didn’t know whether or not to smack it yet. A hand, easily mistaken for a paw, was lifted and placed over the female’s head and on the doorway; blocking their view from the inside where light was coming from.
Mark looked up at the larger man, then back at his brother. “ Alright, I’m not taking the ugly one. “
Malcolm shook his head and stepped forward in front of his hormonal counterpart. “ Excuse him. We received a phone call to– “
The male held up a hand, the female slapped both of hers onto Malcolm’s mouth. Then she removed one and held up a finger in front of her own mouth. “ Shh...”
Strangely, Malcolm felt a little bit of wind; a bit more than a little bit, because he was forced to lean back and stumble into his brother. This seemed to make the female blush and she ducked under the male’s arm back inside. He simply shook his head at her and moved to let them in.
Mark rose a brow at the whole exchange, and moved to follow after the female that had run off. But the larger male caught him by the back of his shirt, shut the door, and yanked him along.
The inside of the building was a welcome contrast to the outside. It was warm with light. Though it had no windows. There was a bar that ran along the wall, the stools all full with teenagers and a few pre-teens. There was even a small child there. She looked awfully out of place with her large glasses and small form. But she was sitting on top of the bar with a few other glassed people, apparently in a heated discussion. That was when it rang a bell in the heads of Mark and Malcolm. She was in the paper once a time ago, for being the only 9-year-old to go to Jump City high. The child was a genius. And she was here.
Immediately Malcolm’s doubts about this place began to disappear. Mark’s however, were multiplying. He had not been told about why they were truly here. Because honestly, what would Malcolm have told him? That they got a strange phone call and he wanted to know what it was all about? His brother would have cuffed the back of his head for bringing it up, and locked him in closet for thinking about going.
As they walked on top of the smooth hardwood finish, Mark stuck a bit closer to his brother; looking things and the people over. The lights were the type you would find over a pool table, except they were all over and didn’t hang as low. Unless you counted the ones actually over the pool tables. They weaved through the congested, used-to-be dance floor full of standing people. Who were busy talking to each other. Some of them were meeting friends they hadn’t seen in quite a long time. Others were comparing theories about why they had all been summoned here.
They passed the dance floor easily enough, with minor bumps and bruises. Malcolm continued to lead the way to the area where the tables were. Both he and Mark sat down and looked around. The place was absolutely packed. And as he looked over to where they came, even more people where still coming. The boy and the girl that had greeted them, greeting other people the exact same way. It was then Mark had had enough and turned to face his brother with his annoyed green eyes.
“ Alright you, one, what the fuck? Two, where are we? Three, what are we doing here? And four, do you think that quiet chick liked me? “
“ Just wait. Some place interesting. I don’t know. And hell no, she was looking at me. “
“ You brought me to someplace you don’t know for reasons you also don’t know?! This could be a cult. There could be people here to kill us! “
Malcolm rolled his eyes. “ Markie, look around. No one here has any idea what they’re doing here. I’m just guessing they all got a phone call like we did. And they showed up, cause they’re sick of the city. “
“ I’m sick of the city too, but I’m not sick of living! “
The younger brother pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “ God help him...How about this, how would it look to that chick by the door if you ran out scared now? “
Mark bristled. “ Scared?! “
“ Like a little bitch. “ His brother smirked.
“ Ch’. Fine. We’ll stay. But if anyone brings out red Kool-Aid, I’m out! “
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“ –But they’re not worth anything expensive. They’re just heaters. That’s it. Nothing special about them. Just regular, basic, cheap, city-issued heaters. “
“ And how did you come about the heaters? “
“ Well, down here at the docks it gets a little cold from the water. The rain doesn’t help. And it gets worse during the morning and at night. And when the workers come in, they don’t want to sit in a cold rec. room or cold office until they have to go back outside in a cold wind. They complained, the city acted. And that was that. “
“ Mhmm. And do you have any idea who might have taken the heaters? Perhaps a rival company? “
“ I don’t see why. We’ve worked all this time without heaters, why would working without them again prove to be something that could be good for another business? I mean, it just doesn’t seem like something to do. It’s kinda childish if you ask me. “
“ So you think it’s teenagers. “
“ Hell yeah, I think it’s teenagers. They’re gonna be the death of us all, I tell ya. If they’re not tearing up schools, or their own houses, they’re tearing up something of someone else’s. Even those super heros! Super jokes is more like it! They tear up even more things than some of these mutants you see walking around here! I think they should be under the restrictions just like all the other little hooligans! “
“ Er...And that’s Jacqueline Millers with Channel 56 news. Getting the Jump on Jump City. Back to you Tom. “
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Cyborg was mad.
“ Where the hell does he get off blaming every teen in Jump City for some misplaced heaters?! “ The mechanical man waved his arms at the TV screen while a bright red angry mark waved from the top of his head at the other Titans.
Understandably, he was upset. Beast Boy was just as upset, he just hadn’t gotten together what he was going to vent about yet. Robin was just as annoyed, but a bit more used to it. After all, when Batman first appeared, he received the same treatment. And when he appeared with him, he had gotten the blame for things. Because he was young. The people were just looking for someone to blame.
Starfire tried to calm Cyborg down, and the now ranting Beast Boy. He was making a little less sense, but he was just as angry. Both of them were ready to go down to the shipyard and find the man who had been on TV and show him just what it was that the super jokes could do.
Glancing out of the side of his mask, he observed the quietest member of the team. Raven had her eyes closed and she was cooly blowing the steam off of the top of her herbal teacup. Had it been anyone else, they would have thought it was just that. But he recognized it as a small meditation. She was concentrating on something simple, to keep the tempers of her two teammates from overwhelming her. Along with her own temper. None of them took well to being insulted, and while the man really didn’t have any right to say such things, he was just angry. Along with more than half of the adults in the city, he blamed teenagers. Less than half of the city included them in the equations with their dislike for teenagers.
In a few seconds her eyes opened and she looked over at him, then to her seething, quietly seething, comrades. “ We’ve got to fight the real enemy. “
And that was all she said before standing up and heading to the table with her cup.
The Boy Wonder turned his attention back to his teammates as Starfire came back over and sat next to him on their couch. “ Please. Why did that man say such things about us? Did the Slade create clones of us to make the people turn against us? “
Robin snorted. “ Probably not. He’d consider it beneath him to be that Saturday morning...”
Large, green eyes blinked cluelessly. The team leader sweatdropped and waved a hand. “ Erm...Nevermind. I don’t think it’s him. Probably just some teenage prank. “
At that Cyborg piped up from the video game both he and Beast Boy had taken to playing to vent their frustrations on. “ That which have dwindled to almost nothing thanks to the overkill by the JCPD.”
Ah...I think I remember this song...” You know there’s nothing we can do about that. It’s for the good of the people. “
“ Dude! “ The Changeling spoke up, not taking his eyes from the screen, “ You sound just like one of them! It’s not fair for everyone but us to get treated that way. You know if we didn’t have our powers they’d hate us too. “
Yep. Same old song...” Beast Boy, most of them do hate us. But that doesn’t change what we have to do. We’re not the lawmakers. It’s our job to protect the city from bad guys and those that wish to do it harm. “
“ Yeah? “ Cyborg muttered, “ And who protects the city from itself? “
For that, the Boy Wonder had no answer.
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The faint tint of her soul-self’s presence came over Raven’s volume control as she entered her room and tossed herself onto her bed later on that day. She had just gotten done with a long meditation. Now she just wanted to indulge in an activity that seemed to be more of a luxury for people in Jump City: just being a teenager.
She turned the volume up on her stereo on her bookshelf, and skipped through the discs until she found the one she wanted to listen to. Her soul-self appeared over the Bass Boost button and hovered, she debated whether or not to turn in on, but decided against it and allowed her soul-self to return to her. The others would get curious if she turned her music up so loud it could be heard from their rooms or the living room.
Honestly, earlier, had her powers been any different, she probably would have been ranting right there with Beast Boy and Cyborg. But, if her powers had been any different, she probably would have been a lot different anyway. And the possibilities were too many for her to count in one sitting.
Raven was no stranger to hostility. She was used to it; being who she was and where she came from. However, there is a difference between getting used to something, and something not having an effect on you. Getting used to hostility didn’t mean it didn’t make her want to respond to it in turn. She got used to it, by learning how not to respond to it. For that would just bring more hostility. So she did what she did best, besides breaking things; she ignored it.
Rolling over onto her back, she undid the clasp on her shoulder that held her hooded cape up, sitting up just long enough to let her powers slide it out from underneath her and send it to a black bean bag chair in the corner. Raven let out a sigh and let her whole body fall slack. Then she stretched and let her eyes open halfway to look at the ceiling.
Almost on their own, her soul-self slipped from her and went above her head. It coated her ceiling, and the swirling design that had been painted there swayed with life. It moved to the music, making the pictures in her mind above her. A man and a woman. The woman dressed in a elegant Renaissance style dress. The man dressed in a simple black suit. The man bowed to the woman, the woman curtsied. Then she took his offered hand, her opposite one going to his shoulder, and they began to dance.
If her eyes had been open, she would have noticed the man was wearing a mask.
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“ So, are we going to touch this thing or not? “
“ Cyborg, you don’t want to touch it. “
“ I know, but I feel obligated to ask. “
Robin sighed and hit the X button to continue as he was killed off by the computer not taking in his commands when he put them in. His friend next to him was moving ahead to the second stage, having taken out the one that caused his death in a bloody show of justice. It appeared the cyber-man was still miffed. Beast Boy was behind both of them in the kitchen with Starfire, who after having things explained to her, figured the “ Zorthiog Rothag of Truth “ would sway the dislike of people away from them and onto the bad guys where it belonged.
So far BB had managed to eat her plans for a parade and talked her out of sacrificing a small car in the center of the city. Now he was keeping watch over her cooking, making sure to distract her long enough to dispose of toxic-looking chemicals.
“ No. I don’t think so, “ said the Boy Wonder as he finally got back into the game after making a few customizations, “ I don’t want to take anything away from the JCPD we don’t have to. They already don’t like that they can’t protect their city themselves, us solving their petty crimes for them would lower the morale even more. “
Cyborg made a noise of acknowledgment. “ Not to mention give them something else to take out on the underage population. “
“ If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were in almost in favor of delinquency. “
“ Hey, hey! I’m all for childish pranks and harmless jokes. As long as they’re harmless. What’s a few heaters? The dude said they’d worked without heaters before. If you ask me, the whole lot of’em need more than their heaters taken away. The cold air could do them good. Let’em chill those cabbages they have 5 feet above their asses. “
Robin shook his head and shot through some form of a creature trying to rush Cyborg’s player. “ There wasn’t any real damage done. Nothing else was stolen. It’s certainly not in the style of the usual suspects. But still...Keep an eye out for something else to disappear from the docks. “
“ Will do Bossman. In the meantime, you mind keepin’ an eye out for the creepies? I’m on my second life pack here. “
The Boy Wonder sweatdropped. “ I beg your pardon. You gave me the slimed controller. It’s not me. “
“ Uh-huh. “
“ Don’t give me that! I’ll prove it to you, after the next save, we go verses and I go cyber on your ass.”
“ Ohhh...Them’s fightin’ words! “
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Mark and Malcolm Langdon looked on with others at their proud achievement. They had actually done it. Pulled it off without a hitch. And the JCPD were left pissed off and scratching their heads. That was a definite bonus.
“ Well Markie...do you believe now? “ Malcolm leaned over to rest his elbow on his brother’s shoulder.
Mark had to admit. He had had his doubts. But now...looking up at the impressive stack of heating units and the fact that all of them were still there. Not a one had been caught or left a trace of themselves on the crime scene. The whole thing was so ingenious. But so simple he couldn’t believe he didn’t think of it himself. Not that he would have the means. It was so out-there. So far gone, you couldn’t see it from shore. But at the same time, it was shining so brightly, so noticeable. Like a Siren’s call. You couldn’t see it. You could fathom it. But you could not really be sure what you heard what was what you heard unless you went to look. It pulled at you, answering the call you hadn’t even been aware you had uttered. And somehow...you knew the way.
Brown strands were blown aside as the older Langdon brother looked over at the female and male they had met earlier. “ I believe...You’re still getting the ugly one. “

SO: I could put a bunch of useless questions that you’re already pondering over in your own head that hint at possibilities that may or may not be brought to light in the next chapter. But I won’t. You can get that from just about any story, show, etc. I’m trying to be something different. I also hope I’m not choking you with Ocs. For it is not my intention. They all serve purposes to the plot. Otherwise I wouldn’t have them there. So far, the only pairing I’m thinking about right now is Robin/Raven. I’m not sure whether not to go with it, or just leave it at hinting. You know, the little things mean the most...
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