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    There in the back of the bar seemingly unnoticed by all parties present was the prodigal Wayne, Dick Grayson, reading a newspaper while sipping a club soda. He had gained quite a notorious playboy reputation through the media, even more so than his father- a feat he once didn't actually think was possible. Every blog, talk show, and gossip magazine from Jump to Gotham had long since written him off as a rotten brat freeloading off the Wayne fortune while contributing nothing to the name's legacy. As such, it was no surprise to find the big shot playboy in a dive like this. The bad press had never bothered him before, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't disheartened by the looks some of the wait staff shot him. Every girl was in one of two categories as far as he could tell. They either snap-judged him, their eyes disapproving of what they perceived as smug arrogance and spoiled laziness or else they wanted to sleep with him. Rarely, a girl would check both boxes. That part of the job always got to Dick and exhausted him, but it came with being a Wayne, and he had long since accepted that. As he surveyed the scene, watching over quite the collection of old friend and enemies, he read some of the headlines of the paper. He couldn't hide a bemused smile as they read more like tabloids than anything.

    Wayne Enterprises Announces Jump City Youth Initiative

    Gotham Bad Boy? Heir Apparent to Wayne Enterprises skips Charity Gala for Nightclub

    Dick sighed and chuckled at the taglines, both authored by Vicky Vale, before tossing the paper aside and watching Beast Boy on stage with an impressed look on his face. He had bought some of ‘Cypes’ music and liked it, but this was actually his first time hearing his old friend live. It was hard for Dick to believe that this was the same friend that had competed with Cyborg for the title of goofiest Titan back in the day. He was proud of his friend and how far he had come.

    As he took another sip of soda, his eyes went over to Wally and Jinx. Were they here for Cypes, the beer, or was it something more? Ever since the team broke up, Dick had kept close tabs on all the Titans and their foes. It was how he knew Terra would be here tonight, along with Beast Boy, and it was how he knew that Jinx was no longer a threat; she hadn’t been for a long time. He also knew that the fling with her and Wally had ended, or at least that was what his intel suggested. So why the rendezvous? Maybe he was just being over analytical, Bruce had trained him that way after all, but something about all these old connections in one place felt funny in his gut. Even if it really was all just a coincidence, it was enough to put him even more on edge. There were two other figures in the room that caught his attention as well. The first was a nicely dressed girl with tanned skin and dark hair. To the untrained eye, she wouldn’t stand out from the crowd; but Dick noticed that there was something odd in her demeanor. She seemed almost frozen in place. Everyone here was either engaged in actively listening to Cypes, socializing, drinking or some combination of all the above. This woman seemed in a daze of sorts, not all that interested in the music and not all that interested in the drink she was holding. She clearly wasn’t socializing either, so just what was she doing? Why was she here? The second suspect to the detective’s eye was a girl with white hair. Dick noticed her as soon as she walked in, it was hard not to notice a white-haired young woman, but he didn’t think much of her at the time. Now as he watched her a bit closer, something again seemed off. One moment she seemed fine, able to hold her drink down and still move undisturbed throughout the throngs of people. There were no visible signs of impairment...at least not until she caught sight of Terra. He moved in, keeping range on both girls of interest, and watched as the white-haired girl crashed into his original surveillance target. Dick had pulled the move enough times while undercover with Bruce to recognize intentional contact when he saw it; this girl was up to something. A direct confrontation was out of the question, but he would definitely keep an eye on her. Now that he was closer to her, he caught a look at her face. A chill went down his spine...there was just something familiar about her in an unsettling way. Dick moved out of her range of vision and returned to his original position to observe from afar. His eyes widened as he felt a vibration on his hip. Instinctively he reached down and snatched his Titans Communicator. A prison break? Damn. He was already up and on his way out when it happened…

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    Thunder roared out in the night sky at a volume that almost completely drowned out Garfield's music. Flurries of lightning bolts shot down from the heavens like furious feathered arrows from an unseen archer. The event was focused solely on the club, lightning and thunder from what would be the worst storm in the history of Jump City, except there was no storm. Not a single drop of rain fell. Whatever was happening caused the ground beneath the club to shake. Dick had already fallen once but was quickly on his feet running outside. The sky seemed to split open as if tearing back the layers of space itself, ripping the skyline in half for a fraction of a section. Something was falling. At first, it was tiny, just a speck to the naked eye and maybe even not visible against the darkness if not for the flashes of lightning that were now shooting down like bullets from a machine gun. The roar was getting louder, deafening and ear-splitting. Some patrons were ducking for cover beneath the bar tables while others ran as far away as they could in panic. The falling object was starting to get larger now, gradually taking shape until it looked humanoid.
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    ‘Damn, damn, damnit…’ Dick covered his ringing ears and ducked away from watchful eyes to change into costume. It was a quick change, but even in his Nightwing suit, he was unsure what to do next. The lightning was mostly striking in a circle pattern about fifty feet from the club’s entrance, but stray bolts were still firing and causing danger. To make matters worse, the rumbling of the ground had evolved from a small tremor to a full-on earthquake. Dick’s first instinct was to look for Terra to see if her powers had reemerged in full, but he stopped himself with a thought. She didn’t control lightning. This was something else entirely. He kept his hands pressed to his ears as he watched the lightning circle begin to shrink its perimeter. It almost looked like...was it forming a landing zone for the object in the sky?
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    Closer, closer, and closer still came the object. The thunderclaps were getting louder and louder, like miniature sonic booms or bombs exploding from above. The lightning was so frequent and bright now that it simply lit up the night. It was a surreal look, almost daylight but under a milky white sky instead of blue. The bolts seemed to know precisely where to land to avoid casualties. If anyone was going to die from this, it would be from stampeding and trampling each other only. Even when grounded, the lightning’s shockwaves didn’t disperse as they naturally should have. It was all of the intimidation, all of the magnificence, all of the danger, and yet no death. At least, none yet. As the object came closer still, it could be made out as definitely a human figure. Someone was falling from the sky. The figure wasn’t showing any signs of controlling their movement in the air. They were still as if unconscious. The lightning circle had finally shrunk to roughly the size of a human figure. As if this were a grand finale, the strikes gave out their greatest intensity yet, thunder screaming, and ground rocking, sending Nightwing to his knees. At last, the figure slammed in the circle with a thud that sounded like a bomb going off. The thunder, lightning, and earthquake ceased immediately leaving an eerie quiet. The impact of the landing sent out a huge gust of wind in all directions blowing back any onlookers, Nightwing included. When the dust cleared, a figure in greek praetorian battle armor was lying in the circle, a crater formed around him. The size of the figure looked smaller than an adult, perhaps teen. He laid perfectly still, asleep, unconscious, or even dead.

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    Nightwing was the first one over to investigate. He had recovered quickly from his tumble and was now standing above the crater. His scowl wasn’t quite as brooding as Batman’s, but it was intense all the same. Whoever was in this crater would have a lot of explaining to do. He slid down the small embankment of the crater and looked the figure over. It was definitely not an adult beneath that armor. He noted the spear several feet away from the outstretched left hand of the boy, who was lying face down in the shape of a cross, and also a shield just out of reach of the boy’s right hand. Nightwing bent down and turned the boy face up. Suddenly, the boy’s eyes shot open.

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    The boy shouted in a harsh voice and a foreign language. He lunged at Nightwing and suddenly the two were engaged in a wrestling match...
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    Golden skin seemed to glow under the soft light of Mars’ two moons as Koriand’r submerged the rest of her body into the iridescent water. There was something about it that held a subtly familiar scent, but she couldn’t quite place what or where it reminded her of. Brushing it from her thoughts, she sunk lower into the pool of near-freezing liquid until the only visible part of her was the ends of her hair that lingered near the surface like the tentacles of a jellyfish. A smile crept onto her features as she languidly pushed herself forward, the quiet was a nice relief after the heavy day of politics and discussion. There would be one more meeting before the day of rest tomorrow, then the Accords would finally be signed and finished. It had taken five years, but the demilitarization of 70 Ophiuchi, the binary star-system, would finally be achieved.
    A string of bubbles escaped from her parted lips, forced downward from her momentum as she shot up out of the water, hovering over the now-rippling fluid. Lightly stepping onto the natural rock, small pools formed where her toes ghosted across the floor.

    . . . . .

    The seemingly ceilingless council room was dwarfed by the size of the leviathan table at its center. A meteorite had been sliced and fixed in place using anti-gravity devices on the underside that kept it over a meter off of the ground. As usual, Crown Princess Koriand’r and her advisor, Zirral, were placed next to the leader of the Martian colonies. Delegations from Proxima Centauri b, three major constellations, and even the Zetan systems were present; it appeared as though the council would be in full attendance for the final meeting.

    A low murmur had filled the room as everyone waited for J'onn J'onzz to begin the final assembly. In a matter of moments, he placed a large emerald hand onto the smooth surface of what had once been celestial litter causing what seemed to be a web of sparks to travel across spiderweb of veins that covered the tabletop. A collective silence fell over the room as the Martian’s deep voice echoed off of the arching stone columns.

    “We now begin the End of the Accords.”

    . . . . .

    Three hours later, they Accords were in their final revision. Hushed tones sounded across the room as different parties read over their translated versions. Starfire and Zirral refrained from commentating to each other, partially out of exhaustion and partially because they had been over these documents enough to have had all six-hundred pages memorized.

    “Ta'be',” the raspy voice came from below her, belonging to one of the green-scaled servants, piqued Kor out of her state of observation.
    Its tongue flicked nervously in and out of its myrtle mouth, “Vo' joH Karras pav QIn.”

    Each syllable was emphasized by an audible click of its jaw, slitted nostrils flared slightly as it awaited her response. The rough syntax was not unlike her native Tamaranean and Koriand’r had grown accustomed to hearing its sound. Locking her citron gaze onto the being below her, she nodded before turning her eyes to the assemblage in front of her. With a fluid motion, she stood up, fiery hair immediately filling the space behind her as she floated a few centimeters off of the ground. The surrounding twenty members of the table also stood, understanding that she would have to take a moment of leave.

    “Continue without me.”

    The Tamaranean second-in-command, Zirral, would be able to ensure the Accords were up to the standard that Tamaras would be expecting. Her face remained calm, but there was a feeling of uncertainty. Why would Karras be calling her now? She knew it would have to be for something important, but she couldn’t think of any good news that would warrant him interrupting a diplomatic venture.

    About to follow the small reptilian creature, Kori’s movement was interrupted as a second servant scurried into the room, its gestures hasty and concerned.
    “Tera' muD 'el vay'.” The clicks were hurried but garnered a sudden avalanche of commentary despite there being so few people in the room. Starfire felt her previous unease multiply and quickly stopped hovering, taking a few steps to close the distance between her and the table. Without hesitation, Mars’ Counsellor waved a hand, effectively silencing the room as a holographic projection formed above the table. Earth’s atmosphere came into focus as a disturbance caused a slight oscillation in the surrounding layers. The image zoomed in, refocusing on where an impact seemed to have happened- it appeared that some sort of opening had formed in the exosphere, though the cause of it was nowhere to be seen. A flash of lightning spanned out beneath the opening before everything closed, swallowing up all evidence of the anomaly. The commentary roared to life again and Koriand’r caught the phrase ‘natural phenomena’ being used.
    Placing her palm on the table to amplify her voice, she addressed the individual hailing from the Draco constellation, watching their glistening scales shift in the light as they turned their attention to her.
    “Lightning in the thermosphere is most unusual of Earth. It differs greatly from the Aurora Borealis that occurs within this atmospheric layer,” her statement was obvious, but she knew there were a few in the room who weren’t as well versed in the natural developments that occurred in relation to the blue planet.

    “We have not seen something even remotely resembling this in millennia.” The Martian leader gave Koriand’r a pointed glance, knowing that out of all parties present, she had spent the most time on Earth.

    “Perhaps we should investigate. The heroes of Earth are capable, but we would not want to refrain from aiding them in a potential time of need,” Starfire disliked the idea of leaving the issue unchecked. Karras would have to wait. She removed her hand from the table, this time directly addressing the robed extraterrestrial next to her, “My subordinate is capable of finishing revisions that may be had. With the blessing of the council, I am able to reach Earth within six plarks. I will alert you of the status.”

    It was phrased as an inquiry out of respect for the council itself and the work they were doing, but as the diplomatic leader of Tamaran, it was obvious that Koriand’r was going to Earth. Mars’ councilor seemed to be in agreement and gave her an answer with a slight bow of his head. Turning back to the rest of the assembly, he returned his hand to the table.
    “Crown Princess Koriand’r of House Tykayl of Tamaran will be taking a leave in order to update us on the current happenings of Earth. In her absence, General Zirral of Kathas will speak on behalf of Tamaras.” A wave of quiet approval resonated throughout the room.

    With a bow, Starfire dismissed herself from the table, the knot in her stomach tightening.

    . . . . .


    The small reptilian creature ran after her, certainly its equivalent of doing a full-on sprint as it tried its best to carry a smooth metallic ball without dropping it. Clicking frenziedly, Starfire suddenly stopped in response, impatience welling up in her chest. She needed to be on Earth already.
    With a few clicks to express her gratitude, she took the orb from the small scaly talons, letting it fit into her palm before it suddenly lost all shape and seemed to melt around her wrist, reforming into a silver band. She now had direct communication access with the rest of the council.

    Koriand’r exhaled sharply with her eyes closed and rolled her shoulders back, pushing herself to transform that unease into anger. With fruitless emotions that were rooted in fear, her powers would be all but useless. But if she could imagine a threat, concentrate the rage she would feel for something or someone attacking her adoptive home- glowing chartreuse eyes snapped open as the ends of her hair seemed to dance like hungry flames. Without a second thought, she launched upwards, going through Mars’ atmosphere in mere moments. The familiar tug of breaking into space took her breath away, leaving her with a few bubbles of euphoria amidst the anger she was keeping contained. It had been on Earth that she had first seen a dog put its head outside of a car window. Though it seemed like a bizarre comparison, the joy the animal felt as the wind whipped across its face was definitely something similar to what Kori felt whenever she retired into space. Maybe it was the rush of pushing through the final layer of the exosphere, or maybe it was the sudden expanse in all of its infinite potential laying before her. Whichever it was, the reason didn’t necessarily matter to her, but the ephemeral exhilaration certainly did.

    She took a second to appreciate the planet in front of her, she had seen images of it many times in the past decade as she had Tamaran monitor any unusual activity, but not even the images could do its beauty justice. Pushing her musings aside, Koriand’r rocketed towards the looming blue sphere, a contrail of igneous gold blazing behind her.

    The trip would take less than five minutes, especially at the speed she was going at now. Quickly closing the distance between her and her destination, Kori didn’t let any thoughts distract her from maintaining a steady stream of power.
    A monotone voice reminiscent of a hammer on steel suddenly sounded in her ear, startling her enough to mess up her aviation pattern.

    Incoming call from Crown Prince Karras of Tamaran.

    Kori flicked her wrist as she muttered a curse word and accepted the call, not bothering to stop her flight.

    “Karras-” her tone let him know that he was interrupting something.

    “Koriand’r, I understand that the council alerted you of Earth’s situation. I am under the impression that you are making your arrival to Earth,” his tone didn’t give anything away, but if Starfire could have sighed right then, she would have.
    Kori knew what he was thinking and though he knew her loyalties were with Tamaras, it undoubtedly irked him that she would run to Earth’s aid at the drop of a hat. She had discussed this many times before, but now with Karras as her husband, she couldn’t exactly utilize the ‘do not question your queen’ tactic. “We do not know what this is. Someone was needing to-” She didn’t bother hiding the fact that she was being defensive.
    Karras interrupted her before she could finish her sentence, “Xlonark,” his voice was softer as he said the term of respectful endearment, letting his wife know that he hadn’t called to judge her for her current endeavor, “My message is simply to let you know that your Titan device has made noise. There is a breaking of a prison in action,” he paused for a moment, “I do not understand, but I thought you should know.”

    Both his word choice and intonation surprised her. Perhaps she did not give him enough credit.

    “Thank you, Karras.” Starfire knew he could hear her sheepish smile all the way back on Tamaran, “I am appreciative of your understanding.”
    She had left her communicator in a box back in the Palace. For the first few years back in her native territory, she had kept it with her, always ready to return back to her friends. But after a while, it had just become a reminder of the Rekma that had occurred and a reason for others to question her allegiances. So she had left it behind.

    Karras gave nothing but a small hum in response and the call disconnected.

    An atmospheric anomaly and a prison break?
    Starfire had learned that the universe was far too complex for things as general as coincidences- all she could do was hope that she wasn’t too late.

    With a slow exhale that braced her more for what she was about to face rather than the slight impact, Kori stayed on her course, directing herself to enter directly above Jump City. Her hands glowed green as she placed them in front of her, making her ascent through the ozone layer almost seamless. Slowing her speed to hundreds of miles per hour as the cityscape came into view, she could still smell the last few traces of lighting.


    After ten years, she had returned.




    *Your Highness, there’s an urgent message from Crown Prince Karras
    **Something has entered Earth’s atmosphere
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    “Rose.” James lingered on the name for a moment, his dark brown eyes never leaving the other girl’s face. Something was off about her, though he couldn’t quite place it. She didn’t /seem/ that drunk. No. The way her eyes sharpened as he’d put his arms around his partner, the way she’d immediately fished out the cash. She didn’t want him near the blonde.

    A bit of jealousy was always fun.

    His face smoothly slid into it’s customary smirk, his touch lingering just a moment too long as he curled the girl’s fingers around the bill. “You are very kind, Rose. But what sort of man would I be to take advantage of you like that? I’ll settle everyone’s tabs.” His arm slipped from around Gia’s waist, his hand finding hers to bring to his lips. “Keep an eye on her? I’ll get water for everyone as well.”

    With that he was gone, slipping through the crowd around them with practiced ease. Mentally he started a countdown, glancing back at the girls every once in awhile to see their reactions to being left alone.

    Perhaps they’d fight. That’d be fun.

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    “Oh, no- Please-“ Gia was going to turn down the money as well, but she didn’t really get a word in edge-wise. James, who just a moment ago had been focused on her, was now- What? Flirting with this girl? And then, as if he hadn’t just put down moves on the white-haired girl, he had taken Gia’s hand and kissed it.

    She shouldn’t have come out tonight. Nothing /bad/ had happened, not really, but this wasn’t…right. She felt off-center. Anxiety bubbled up in her chest, drowning anything she would have tried to say. She couldn’t even look the girl in the eye now, her hair falling in front of her face. “I- Uh- I’m glad you’re okay-“ The kitchen. She’d disappear as soon as James returned with water. A great plan. “You- uh-“

    At the earth’s first tremor, everything changed. What had once been all too real suddenly took on the feel of her dreams. People fell around the blonde as they lost their footing, but not her. Her body made minute adjustments to her stance. As she stepped away from Rose her stride immediately took on an instinctive lightness that helped her to roll her hip as the next wave came. She wouldn’t fall.

    She was dreaming. She had to be, but this time she was in control. She scanned the people around her, unsure of what she was even looking for. Sarah was waving and yelling something, lost in the thunder’s next roar. James had gotten to his knees after his second fall that night, looking for the most stable piece of furniture to get under. Others were running, screaming, hiding.

    This was a dream. She couldn’t be hurt. Without a word she darted towards the main doorway, her stride naturally compensating as the world buckled and heaved around her.

    And then she was outside. Someone had fallen, like a shooting star. They should have been killed, but as someone approached (Nightwing? He had never been in a dream before.) the man suddenly awoke and lunged. She should help. A step forward, followed by hesitation. She had not fought with this hero before. (She had not fought with any heroes, other than those in her dreams.)

    She could not help them, but there was something she could do. Jump was built upon fault lines, and the first after-tremor had the city trembling. Just as she had done a million times in her dream, she reached down to that place deep inside her. Golden energy wove it’s way into her mind, into her hands, and the world around the bar stilled. (I’ll get everyone out.)

    Back to the doorway. Her eyes were glazed over, her moments slow, but her voice carried. “Everyone needs to get out the back way. Now.”

    Sarah’s frightened look as she backed away was the first crack.

    (Why is she scared? She’s never been scared of me…)

    ~~*~~

    Why was it always on her watches that these things happened? It was a plot. Had to be. The villains all knew that she was the weakest of the Team and specifically messed around on her nights. How they had a hold of the high school's testing schedule and knew when she'd be free to patrol, though, that was the real question. A spy, perhaps? At least she wouldn't be bored now. She'd spent the last few hours patrolling Jump's less desirable neighborhoods while waiting a call on her com. The warehouse district, the docks, anywhere nightly hooligans tended to congregate. There'd been no tip offs so her job was supposed to simply be seen. To let people know that the Titans were out and about tonight.

    Luka sighed as fiddled with the edge of her dark uniform, then readjusted her mask. They weren't though, she was on solo patrol tonight and hadn’t had anyone around in a while. She’d be running in to this confrontation blind and weak. Cinderblock and friends weren’t exactly known for their anger problems. They wouldn't give her anything she could use.

    Of course, she could just call someone in. They were a team, after all. Someone would show up to help her.

    And then when would her next solo patrol be? No. There’d be plenty of police and guards there for her to siphon off of. She could do this herself. “Hannya reporting, be there in-“

    Cue the light show. She gasped as lightening rained onto down town, ripping her mask off to get a better view. The villains who’d escaped were old-timers. The police knew how to handle them.

    The red mask, and the game, were back on. “Hannya reporting. Something’s happening downtown. I’m close, going to investigating. Over.” And with that she was on the move.
    First, her life was an earthquake. Then she was the earthquake.
    In the end, when the earth quaked, she was steady.

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    Jinx raised an eyebrow at the question. Did he really think she kept up with the Hive5? Well he would be correct, but they hadn't done anything recently -- or perhaps they had cut her out? Deactivated her communicator? That thought made her a little sad, she hoped that wasn't the case. She quickly brought her attention back to Wally as he continued to talk. "My Hive5 communicator has been silent for a while. I don't believe it's them." She went to agree about moving to investigate, however before she could she was suddenly thrown forward. She dropped her glass and it shattered on the floor.

    She cursed under her breath. Her first instinct was a drunk had pushed her before she could turn to yell at them she registered where she had landed. She looked up at Wally, she had fallen into him. Her cheeks flushed a bit more pink than usual. She looked away quickly. Her eyes scanning around as the ringing in her ears and the yelling and confusion clicked in her head. "What the hell...." She mumbled. She looked back at Wally, "What's going on?" She mumbles stumbling again. "Let's go," she whispers trying to stumble and make her way to the door. She watched as the blonde Beast Boy was watching earlier stepped out before her. She was walking so calmly, so sure. Jinx could barely move even when kneeling, and this girl was walking like she could control the Earth. Jinx froze, "Wally....is that...Terra?" She whispers her eyes wide.

    She didn't have time to think about that though as she heard struggling as she stepped outside. She moved as quickly as possible on the still trembling Earth to look into the crater. Some guy and Nightwing?! Why were they here, why were they fighting? She glanced at Terra she wasn't doing anything yet, she didn't know how to handle her anyway -- she'd rather let Night Wing deal with her. "Hey, Boy Wonder need some luck?" She calls. A small smirk crossed her lips and her eyes started glowing pink. This was all she had wished for wasn't it? Some excitement? Pink energy began to dance at her fingers, and she started to climb into the crater before she froze. She was able to stand still. She looked over to see Terra was using her powers. She was helping people though, that was fine, for now. She glanced back at Wally before sighing, "We might need some speed here," she calls before looking at Nightwing again, trying to decide how to help.

    "Hey good guy, can you help Ter--that girl save the citizens?" She calls over her shoulder to Wally. She takes a deep breath before trying to find a way to help Dick. There had to be something she could do. After a second of thought she slid down the embankment made from this stranger’s strange landing. One hand training down the dirt and pink electric energy flowing through her finger tips as her eyes started to glow again. “Watch your step,” she calls as the underground electric wires came through the Earth and tried to trip or grab onto the strange man attacking Nightwing. They were dead wires, no electricity going through them, she didn’t want to kill just hold – she didn’t know what was going on or who this was she knew she needed to ask questions first. Knowing Dick, it could have been his fault this fight started. This was definitely excitement, exactly what she had wished for right? Maybe next time she should remember she’s bad luck and wishing isn’t a good idea for bad luck.
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    An eye examined the liquid. Alcoholic, sure. It was in a shot glass, which are often used for stronger beverages. Her mischievous leer aided the implication. Did she believe he wouldn't be able to hold it...? Did he still look that innocent? Was it something about his disposition? His resting expression? His eyes narrowed slightly as eye contact between them broke. It seemed that the girl wanted to speak but the vibe of the air seemed to change. Joseph noticed a man walking quicker than others around him. He possessed dark hair...a face he had seen before...The news...Grayson? Garfield and Grayson in the same place? The second born Wilson blinked, eyes narrowing further. Something wasn't quite--

    Minor Vibrations...He looked at the shot glass, seeing the water subtly moving in a way that most wouldn't even notice. An omen of things to come...He reached across the counter just as earth shaking thunder shook the little bar. He had yanked the girl closer so as to keep a falling bottle from hitting her. There were six that fell, shattering upon contact with the ground. She barely seemed to register what was happening, but Joseph's head whipped up and around.

    Flashes were everywhere, outshining the slightly dimmed lights in the bar. Thunder followed near instantly. It sounded like a war zone in there. Thunder roared like explosions from all sides, the ground shook. Joseph had pulled the girl across the counter entirely as more bottles fell and others shattered outright. The bartending girl wasn't quite sure how to respond, clearly shaken up by what was happening, merely covering her ears. Joseph covered her head with his hand to shield her from debris. His eyes moved quickly to survey his surroundings, managing to stabilize himself. People were frantic, unsure of what to do with themselves. Some hid under tables and others ran. They fell, both over one another and their own feet.

    One of those that he noticed from earlier moved outside as well, following yet another crash that made running people turn tail. Pink hair...did she have something to do with this? The blonde that Gar seemed to sing to, looked to be in motion as well, to the front whilst others ran in the opposite direction. Green light radiated as the only real light active left in the bar. Though, it came from no electrical fixtures but from Joseph's eyes.

    His body no longer remained in place, he instead stood straighter. The shaking suddenly froze in its tracks. The ever observant young man looked back over his shoulder. A golden aura from the blonde. A meta-human. Her command at first felt like it fell on deaf ears, a large amount of people still in a daze at what just happened. Jericho, however, did not miss a beat.

    It was clear that they needed a push. A man with long red hair stood near the exit. Jericho clapped his hands and the man looked where the Wilson was, but he was gone. In whatever case, the now green eyed man with the red hair opened the back door, waving his hand to get the attention of the people remaining to move quickly. More members pf the crowd followed, occasional flashes of green visible among the moving mass of people.

    Hopefully those at the front could handle what was going on up there. Joseph didn't know what happened, but getting these people out of the immediate area was more important to his conscience.

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    In an instant, the world was coming down around him, literally, the windows burst, dust, and debris thrown about everywhere. Wally had lost his footing he quickly perceived Jinx the following suit almost instinctively wally was there in instant to catch the falling Jinx his face was flushed with red. He could feel the words that Jinx was telling him hit his face, but he was stuck; no, it was more as if he was frozen in place. He saw the blonde girl from earlier remain calm using a strange geomancy to calm the earth as if it was a simple tide of the ocean. He slowly started to follow Jinx outside the building when He saw Robin, Nightwing charging at the center of a crater engaging with the strange being from the stars. ‘What is going on’ he thought to himself ‘why is this happening here?’ He scanned the area starting to analyze every possible outcome running calculation, after calculation.

    ‘If I help Jinx, Nightwing could get hurt. However, if I do not help Jinx could get hurt. I could not live with myself if that happened.’ He was lost in his thoughts unable to move… he noticed that another individual with strange abilities was helping Terra evacuate the civilians. Looking back at Jinx seeing what she was about to does he yelled at her “Jinx no, don’t, stop, and come back so we can talk about this! … or don’t…” he said as Jinx slides down the crater. He looked around “the situation is A-Okay… I think I’m going to go home” he made a soft chuckle. He slowly started to walk to his bike before stopping in his tracks frozen. He reached into his pocket pulling out his Titan communicator… “What Kind of Titan am I?” He whispered to himself. He reached again into his pocket and grabbed his Ring… THE FLASH RING! Using his ability to change into his costume in an instant. He moved to the edge of the crater and started scanning the battlefield.
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    Chaos erupted all around them, and Mariana immediately got up and surveyed the area. Now things were definitely starting to get interesting, to say the least; Nightwing was fighting with an armored man outside, while earthquakes and thunderstorms had both struck the bar at the worst possible time and were causing the whole place to collapse. And now her instincts had turned out to be right on the money, as the same people she’d had her eyes on were the first people to start taking charge of the situation, which was far too convenient to be mere coincidence.

    But for now, where to even begin?

    The majority of spectators were focused on the battle between Nightwing and the stranger, but perhaps her particular set of skills might be more useful for the bar situation. Settled on that, Mariana rushed to the nearest wall and started to climb halfway up, then closed her eyes as she strained herself. The shriek she let out soon afterward was not human, but by that point, neither was she, as a large red spider now stood where she had just been a moment ago.

    With that done, Mariana quickly went to work, busily weaving a web around the most vulnerable parts of the ceiling and walls such that, whenever any glass or particularly heavy debris threatened to fall on someone, it was caught in the webbing instead, all the while Mariana’s much larger form also acted as a shield for the crowds below. Then, briefly reverting to human form so she could slip through one of the shattered windows to the outside, she changed back to spider form and repeated the process outside, using webbing to hold up the walls from outside. All in all, this would make it easier to get people out of the bar safely, so long as they could get over the shock of seeing a giant red spider in their bar.



    Elsewhere, in a decidedly less seedy part of town, the Jump City Museum of Art & Literature was hosting a charity gala featuring the city’s most illustrious creative minds, including one Rachel Roth. Raven’s tastes in the arts were much darker in the past than they were now, but the passion was still there even after the fall of Trigon. If anything, that had served to expand her horizons even more, and before long, ‘Rachel Roth’ had made a name for herself as a rising star of the supernatural genre and one of Jump City’s finest patrons of the arts. Naturally, mingling with the other socialites at this event was no difficult task for the former Titan.

    However, the same could not be said about Raven’s plus-one. Following a very awkward discussion between Shay and one sculptor about what exactly was so artistic about a sculpture of bejeweled golden feces, Raven had had to take Shay aside for a moment to explain how different artists had different visions and how all art was subjective anyway. It took Shay a while to get used to the idea and mingle more tactfully with the other guests, but so far she was managing quite well. The sculptor, for his part, seemed to take it quite well and even laughed about it a few times with Raven, although Shay’s little impromptu critique of the golden feces was sure to spark many interesting conversations over the next few weeks.

    “Hannya reporting. Something’s happening downtown. I’m close, going to investigating. Over.”

    Shay and Raven had both rehearsed their excuses for precisely this situation, so before long they were both on their way.

    “This is Raven; Seedling and I are on our way right now. Any updates on the situation? Over.”
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    Nightwing looked over his shoulder to see Jinx joining him. His concentration taken from the fight, he shot her a fierce glare. “I haven’t went by that name in a long time,” he said rather harshly, with a darker tone suggesting that Jinx had hit a nerve. Before anymore could be said, the vigilante began running towards the attacker as the dead wires sprung up from the ground.

    "Well I haven't seen you in a long time boy wonder," She cooed ignoring his obvious tone. She was shocked to see him, it had been what? 10 years, though right now may not be the appropriate time to reconnect. She didn't have time to think about it, as Nightwing suddenly ran towards the stranger. Jinx shifted her position readying herself to help, the pink energy sparking around her.

    The mysterious enemy was quickly trapped by the wires that wrapped around him like vines and held him in place. Nightwing maneuvered through the field of wires before leaping in the air and delivering a flying roundhouse kick to the torso. The force of the kick sent the warrior flying back several yards and also caused the roots of the cables to give way and snap, freeing their prisoner to hit the ground with a grunt and roll to a stop lying on his stomach.

    Jinx gasped softly, she had forgotten how strong her old 'acquaintance' was. She exhaled softly and allowed her hands to lower. The pink energy slowly dissipating. That was easier than she expected. "Looks like you still got it old man," she teased with a smirk as her eyes stopped glowing. She glanced back, hoping the civilians and Wally were okay. This wasn't exactly what she had wished for. There was so much suddenly going on, it definitely didn't seem like a good idea.

    Nightwing, still on high alert, held position as his opponent rose to his feet once again. The figure emerged looking no worse for the wear as he tilted his head left and right popping his neck. He began walking towards Nightwing, with the light of the moon shining on him giving his two foes their best look at him so far. As Nightwing was preparing for a second run at him, the figure removed his helmet and tossed it aside revealing a much younger face than Dick had expected. Jinx had started to get her defensive stance back, her eyes and hands slowly starting to glow again. Though as the stranger removed his mask she froze, a child? Basically. This wasn't going to end well, as young as he was he took no damage from that kick?

    This moment of surprise was all that was needed, as the boy launched himself with ferocious speed, barreling into the vigilante and delivering a hail of punches. Nightwing was caught on the defensive, managing to block most of them but unable to get any counters in before succumbing to an uppercut to the body that lifted him off the ground only to be caught by a spinning heel kick that sent him flying. His body travelled much further than the warrior’s had, as he ended up rolling to a stop just beside Jinx with a groan. Jinx gasped looking down at Nightwing, "Holy...." She mumbled before getting in her defensive position again and starting to glow. Her mind raced, this was a kid? Had he fell from the sky? Where did he come from? How did he get here? Those were the million dollar questions huh? This was such a confusing moment, suddenly all the titans? Some kid who what fell from the sky?

    The mysterious boy warrior’s attention turned to Jinx. He shouted again, once more in an angry, foreign tongue. Lightning seemed to swirl in his eyes as he continued walking towards her with lethal intentions etched onto his face. Jinx glared at the kid, "Kid what are you even doing?" She demanded. She looked around looking for the next best way to subdue this kid, anything to hold him so they could get answers. Nightwing was slowly getting to his feet, staggering beside Jinx. He had a perplexed look on his face as he spoke to Jinx. “That armor, the language…” he mused, as if connecting all the dots. “It’s Ancient Greek...”

    "Ancient Greek?" Jinx snapped glancing at him before looking quickly back at the kid. "What do I even do with that knowledge? I don't know any Ancient Greek?" She said trying to think. Her skills were rusty, if you needed a coffee she could easily get you a Triple, Venti, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato, but for some reason combat ideas weren't coming to her at all. "Kid, just stay back we can talk this through?" She called as she scoped out the area inside the hole she didn't have many options.

    The kid looked at Jinx, a small bit of confusion in his violent features. “Greek?” The first word he connected with since falling. He continued approaching her.

    “Everyone stay back.” Said a familiar voice approaching from above.

    Raven landed in between Robin - sorry, I mean Nightwing - and Jinx, holding up her hands to signal to the stranger that she meant him no harm.

    Robin nodded to Raven and took a step back.

    “Who are you, and what is your purpose here?”

    Raven’s Ancient Greek was somewhat rusty, but good enough that this interloper would hopefully understand. Ever since their little adventure in Tokyo back in the day, Raven quickly realized that learning different languages - even dead ones - would be critical to any superhero endeavor, eventually making her the unofficial translator of the team, at least as far as Earth humans were concerned.

    Seedling hovered above ground and patiently observed, ready to fly out of range if this new human became aggressive.

    The boy turned his attention from Jinx to Raven, expression still conflicted between violence and confusion. "English...does this mean...I'm not in Greece?" He asked in his native tongue. He looked at his surroundings more carefully now as he began calming down. In the distance he could make out a strange banner, stars against a blue box meeting stripes of red and white. "America...English...?" This time he spoke in the Titans' language.

    "I am Cruxos...son of the goddess Athena, grandson of god kind of Olympus, Zeus, demi-god and heir to the seat on Mt. Olympus. I seek our loyal disciples, where are the ones called the Titans?"

    Nightwing looked on at Cruxos in disbelief. Did this kid just claim to be a god? He turned to look at Raven and Jinx. What were they making of this?

    "Disciples...?" Nightwing asked aloud to no one in particular, extremely confused. This was not how he had expected this confrontation to turn out.

    In the background, the giant red spider whose webbing had helped to delay the bar’s collapse also saw the scene beginning to unfold, forgetting the building now that everyone was out. Approaching the nearest hole in the roof of the now empty building, the spider’s form shrank until it slipped through the hole and disappeared.

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    Koriand’r let gravity take her for a moment, the sudden drop taking her breath away before her hands glowed once more as pulled out of the fall and picked up speed. Arcing up, a bright contrail of fiery red streaked across the darkening sky, going faster as chartreuse eyes scanned the area below for any sign of what had drawn her all the way from Mars.

    Movement ahead caught her gaze; people frantically running out of a dilapidated bar. Pushing herself to fly as quickly as she could without heating up and posing a threat to the environment around her, Starfire quickly closed the distance, her mind racing faster than her body.
    “I am approaching. It appears to have caused a crater. Be holding for more information.” She reported back to the Martian congregation as she took in the scene. Her tone was short and clipped, slightly breathless as she attempted to take in as much detail as possible.

    A huge crater scarred the bay of Jump city like a pockmark. Starfire tried to discern who had been responsible for the new landmark, but she couldn’t make out anything familiar about the figures. A closer look at a streak of pink hair changed that- Jinx? Jinx was there. Starfire was unsure as to whether or not that was a good thing. The other figure reminded her of something, though she wasn’t certain of what it was. Something in his movement- she brushed the thought away. But the third seemed to be clad in armor- Koriand’r was sure she had seen it somewhere before. In a book of Earth’s ancient times, but decided not to delegate that much of her thought process to remember. There were more important things at hand than trying to remember people from a lifetime ago.

    Coming within range, she could hear an exchange of words, her attention immediately snapping to the young boy speaking. With a last burst of energy, Starfire closed the distance and stopped suddenly, hovering a few meters of the group before her. The fiery energy that had trailed behind her rushing past her like a herd of angered stallions; strands of hair snapping past her in the feverous air. The grass near her singed as she lowered herself, now only a foot off of the ground, but still towering over most of the individuals there. Glowing chartreuse eyes and hands seemed to illuminate even more as she prepared herself to strike, energy radiating off of her.
    A purple robe came into her peripheral vision and it took her a moment to realize what that meant. Her hands stopped glowing, no longer prepping for battle.

    “Raven!” Starfire closed her eyes in a contented smile, and dipped her head at the purple-clad figure, “It is very pleasing to see you. I am hoping you have been very well in the space of our rekma.” It seemed like much more of a tame response than one would expect from Starfire, but after a decade of war and diplomacy, her reactions were more reserved in a way she had not been capable of in her youth. There was no mistaking the warmth in her voice for her former teammate.
    When she opened her eyes again, they were no longer glowing, instead replaced with an obvious curiosity and uncertainty of the situation. The Amazonian sized woman stayed hovering, maneuvering to observe the rest of the group and see Cruxos. She could feel the energy resonating off of him, but it wasn’t like hers, or even Raven’s. It smelled like ozone and electricity- he had been responsible for the anomaly. With an intrigued hum, she offered the teenage boy a bright smile.

    “Hello, I am the Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran. I am arriving to observe what had caused the strange occurrences within this atmosphere of this planet.”
    With that out of the way, her bright gaze swept across everyone else standing there, realizing that in her hurry, she had failed to notice a few familiar faces.

    Namely, Robin’s.

    It felt like poison going through her body as her expression fell. With a slight gasp, she dropped to the ground, landing heavily as her powers seemed to abandon her while uninvited ghosts stood before her. Everything suddenly felt unbearably loud, but it was merely her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Trying to take a breath, Starfire touched the communicator, taking a moment as she tried to speak with such a tight throat.

    “Threat is not imminent, I will be following up in the coming days. Immediate action is not of requirement. The Titans are here.” She spoke the last sentence in English, her voice wavering as she maintained eye contact with Nightwing. Her Martian tones were deep and guttural compared to her English, but she quickly reported it and ended the transmission.

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    The Flash took in moment seeing that the Citizens were safe. The altercation between Nightwing and the armored man… No Boy? The flash’s first instinct was to make a joke of the situation, thou he realized Nightwing’s pride was already wounded from his defeat. Shortly after Raven and Somebody he did not recognized, his eyes started scanning the sky a blazing trail in the sky before realizing it was Starfire when she finally landed. “The Titans are here…” Her words like nails on chalkboard. His insides felt like someone took a blender to his guts, the thoughts of everything he had tried to suppress for so long was starting to come back and only made worse by his old “Friends” all showing up in one place. The emergence of the Titans of old was clearly more than a simple fate. What does any of this mean, why now? His thoughts raced seeing billions of varying outcomes and none of them good.

    He scanned once more processing everything that had happened in slow motion, that was always something he wished he could change while others take minutes to see and interact with the world he always has hours upon hours to contemplate the endless possibilities of fate. He quickly moved to Jinx his sudden appearances likely to shock anyone who had not experienced a speedster before. “Are you okay Jinx?” His attention turned to the rest of the group and simply responded to the last statement “The Titans are dead… and they should stay that way”. His voice was stoic and out of character for the old Wally.

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