Titanic Teenagers Toppling Tyranny IC

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Eon

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It was a cold night in Jump City tonight. Cold and dark, the kind of night that all but begged people to commit crimes. Robberies, murders, home invasions, arson, drug deals. The cold night air seemed to cloud the better judgement of people and spur them to illegal activity. Sirens wailed across the starry sky, blue and red lights flashing down streets.

Jump City had never been without its problems. It was far from being Gotham, but it had more than its fair share of gangs and supervillains. Having always been something of a superpowered proving ground, there was always an influx of new heroes and villains, cycling in and out of the city at random. There had always been a sort of balance to things. When new villains emerged, new heroes would appear to test their mettle against them. When heroes or villains left, the other side's numbers would gradually lower to become even again, keeping the city at peace. Too many villains, and it was anarchy. Superpowers have a way of escalating the situation, and when a city had too many heroes, every mugging turned into a gunfight. However, the last few years have seen a marked decrease in the number of heroes, and no clear effect on the villain population. With only a dozen heroes to match close to 50 practicing supervillains, the police are completely outmatched, and as they are, the local heroes stand to get poached off one by one, overworked and exhausted by the sheer amount of crime they have to stop.

The city needed a symbol, a beacon around which the good people could rally and stand behind. And luckily for Jump City, there was one. A massive tower on a small island in the bay. It had been unoccupied for years, the once shining lights long dead in their fixtures.

That is, until tonight.

A couple of dockworkers noticed it first, the lights in the tower coming on one floor at a time, starting at the bottom. The lights would be visible from almost anywhere in the city. Anyone with a clear line of sight to the bay could see the tower come back online for the first time in a decade. The thrum of the newly refurbished generator coming to life didn't make it across the bay, but it shook every inch of the tower, and tore a passionate cry of victory from the tower's sole occupant. A young man with dark hair, cold eyes, and pale skin hidden beneath a suit of armor more advanced than anything else you could make for the same price. He sprinted up the steps of the tower to reach the main hall, and jumped as high as he could, pumping one fist with excitement before clearing his throat and taking a single deep breath, and picking up a cardboard box from the small coffee table in front of the couch in the living room, and taking it up to the roof. He wasn't religious, but he muttered a small prayer to himself before unceremoniously hurling the box off the edge. What could it hurt?

The box contained a series of 8 small drones, only a bit bigger than the man's phone, which searched the city for their targets. They were messengers, and would hunt down the intended recipient of their message with the dogged and unshakable determination of machines. Once the recipient of the message was found, they would follow them around, repeating the same phrase over and over until they received acknowledgement of any kind.

Each drone had its own message, slightly tailored to the recipient. Infallibly, almost obnoxiously chipper, and rather pushy, they wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Greetings 'Shadow,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would love to meet you! He says you're totally wizard!"

"Greetings 'Big Gulp,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? There'll be free pizza! Well, free for you. My creator paid for it!"

"Greetings 'Blitz,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator just might talk faster than you when he's excited!"

"Greetings 'ParCore,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator thinks he could take you in a race, but I think he's got no leg to stand on! He'd have me deactivated if he heard me say that, so please do not tell him!"

"Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? I'm required by my mission parameters to ask each of you! Greetings 'Network,' would you like to..."

"Greetings 'Red Lantern #3742,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? Please don't be mad at me, I didn't get to pick my vocal register, it hurts my ears too!"

"Greetings 'Bang,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would be shocked if you said no! Get it? Shocked!"



The little drones followed their targets around repeating themselves until they received something that they registered as either acceptance or denial. They were far from sophisticated machines, and were certainly missing plenty of common terms one way or another that the machines didn't recognize. Once they had the acceptance they had been programmed to get, they would provide directions to Titans Tower, leading anyone who couldn't find their own way there to a small boat, already filled with gas and ready to go. The boat had just enough space for four people to sit comfortably, but you could probably fit a full eight inside if they were willing to get close.

Once the drones had made their way into the city, the man on the roof made his way down to the first floor. The pizzas were already out on the countertop, four pies in four different styles, with a fifth one in the man's favorite styling sitting in the fridge: Ham and Pineapple. He'd originally included it among the four, but worried that such a decision would cause controversy, a nasty thing on a first meeting.

He made his way to the tower's base, the large grey double doors emblazoned with a black T where they met on the outside. The whole building had that same motif, which always made the young man smile when he saw it. So self assured, no concern for the fact that it was, in all honesty, pretty corny. That was why he admired the Teen Titans, why he wanted to make his own now that the original group had been gone for so very long.

That, and the fact that the heroes in this city needed to come together if they had any chance of protecting it. With a deep breath, he stepped forward. The doors opened for him automatically and closed tight behind the moment he was past their threshold.

The Technomancer stood there in the cool night air, and waited. He tried to stand still and be patient, but that didn't last long, and he quickly fell to pacing, fidgeting, and talking to himself.
 
"Ahhh! No!!!!"

A man was running.

This man was seen robbing a bank this morning, a successful heist. However, he was identified.

If it was any old person, it would be fine, he would probably just be resting in a jail cell, but no, he was identified by a very specific Red Lantern.

"Your end is now!"

She had projected a guillotine that chased him to the very ends. Its blade repeatedly went up and down, but the chase stopped when a drone was hovering around and interrupting her, allowing the man to get away and causes the projection to dematerialise.

"Red Lantern... #3742? Someone knows more about me than myself," she grasps the drone firmly, halting its propulsion, "take me to this person, now. It's the least you can do for letting the fiend escape."

She would follow the drone after setting it free, leading to the front of a T-shaped tower, where she saw others around. She hovered downwards to their level, her eyes still exuded hot, flame-like energies and her body still burning with rage.

"Wait, I've seen you guys before. Heroes that flock the cityscape. That only means that we can skip introductions and move on," she says as her aura soothed, "but I suppose I'll say it anyways. I am Red Lantern. That is all you need to know."
 
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"A sailor went to sea, sea, sea..."
"To see what he could..?"
"See."
"See."
"See."
"And?"
"All that he could see?"

"Look-outs posted at 7 and 3. More expected. It makes no sense to have them there and none at the other two poles."

She was staking out as was her usual. Bea wasn't the fighting type just the... scouting type. No formal training in any type of combat meant she was simply a squishy popcorn machine. That was neither here nor there though.

She was determined to do her part for Jump City. It was her new home after all.

This was why she'd been trailing this same peon group of robbers for the last few night. Triangulating in a way. They were stalking warehouses, obviously trying to pick one. As soon as she figured out which, she'd tip off the police to come round up their wayward chickens.

"Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans?"

"The hell is this thing?"

"...Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? I'm required by my mission parameters to ask each of you!"

"Shut it up! It's going to ruin everything!"

"Greetings 'Network,' would you like to..."

"Abort! Abort! Yes, no, okay, okay! Just stop!"
"We have motion! The cover is blown! Haul it!"
The mad scramble to leave the docks was quite comedic if you ignored the angry shouts of wannabe gangsters in the background. Bea wanted to laugh, but she had to hold it. Her heart was thumping rapidly from adrenaline, a little fear, and some excitement. Even if tonight's mission was a technical fail, she was going to be a Teen Titan!

After the narrow escape, she was happy to make her way home for a change of clothes. Then it'd be off to the boat on the bay with the helpful chirping of the drone sent to retrieve her.
 
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Vincent Hale

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He had a simple routine. Get up, do morning exercises, shower, eat breakfast, leave for work. Sometimes his mother would be around to greet him and wish him a good day from her laptop. Sometimes his father would be in the kitchen munching on a bagel. One time he watched his old man leave the house like a damn 80's anime girl just with a bagel in his mouth instead of toast. Yeah, he was eighteen and still lived with his parents. Who was he, Houdini? I'm eighteen; now you see me, now you don't! Yeah, it takes money to pull off that magic trick, kids.

Vincent opened the door to leave only to get so far as a foot passed the threshold before being bombarded by this... flying... thing. Oh great, it talked. He wasn't amused by it's goading or that lame line that sounded like it came from a kindergartener's mass produced valentine. He paused, considered his options, only to realize it was too early for this shit and swatted the flying thing out of his face. He had work, there was no time to worry about this! Except that thing was pretty adamant about following him around, repeating the recorded message over and over all the way to work, and all through work.

"Hey, Vince, what's what's that thing by the door?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Go do deal with it, would you?"

"What, why me? I'm not the only worker here you know."

"It's calling for a ParCore and last I check you're the only barista here who parkours. So deal with it, it's scaring all the costumers away."

"Fine, but if this turns out to be a trap and I get kidnapped, my father will hear about this!" He tossed aside the dishrag and marched towards the glass doors with more dramatics than what was necessarily called for and it earned him a snicker. Once the door swung shut and he was face to face with the thing though, he didn't exactly know what he should do.

"Greetings 'ParCore,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator thinks he could take you in a race, but I think he's got no leg to stand on! He'd have me deactivated if he heard me say that, so please do not tell him!"

"Alright, whatever."

"...Greetings 'ParCore,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator thinks..."

"Yeah, yeah, he can take me in a race." Some people walked by and gave him strange looks. He fought back a blush and ducked his head. Man, he was still in his uniform and everything. He started off in a random direction, rubbing at his neck as he thought over his response. Well, it wasn't sentient no matter how much it claimed otherwise, so it probably wasn't programmed to understand some words. "Uh, I accept?" That seemed to do it. The thing began leading Vincent away and he followed it all the way to the bay and a boat others were waiting around. Over the water, lights were on in the T tower.

"Well, guess I'm not returning to my shift any time soon." He didn't bother to properly introduce himself, just sort of tapped on his nametag.
 
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Kevin North
Kid Flash Blitz

Jump City, a common proving ground for new Heroes and apparently sidekick's striking it out on there own. It was strange, no matter how far Kevin got away from The Flash, no matter how fast and far he ran, The Flash shadow still lingering over his head. Even after throwing away the name Kid Flash for Blitz, they still called him Kid Flash! How can he be his own Hero if people still thought of Flash when they said his name. Granted, the same costume didn't help, but these special superhero suits worth an arm, leg, and a GL ring. If they grew on tree's he'd have a new one.

A speeding car raced down the streets of Jump with the police in hot pursuit. The speeding car was just involved in a shooting leaving one dead and 5 wounded. The jerks shot into an open crowd at a block party just to kill some rival gang member. Blitz wasn't going to let them get away with it, and they sure as hell weren't!

Blitz raced down the street, dodging cop cars and pedestrian vehicles. Yellow lighting radiated off his body and left streaks as he ran. It sounded electricity jumping off his body alerted the criminals when Blitz caught up with them. He waved at the driver with a toothy grin on his face.

"Shit! It's Kid Flash!"

Blizt snarled and punched his fist through the glass and removed the key from the vehicle. The car then spun out of control and slammed into a wall, forcing the three criminals to hop out the car and make a run for it.

"Okay, let's have a little game!" Blitz chased after farthest one and appear in front of him with his hand out stopping from going further. The criminal reached for his gun only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" Blizt said holding up his gun by the handle with a smile before punching the criminal in the face. He failback and Blitz took to the nearest police officer. He then chased down another one, tripping them as they ran and disarming them before escorting back to the authorities. "Hmm, now time to grab your pal." He looked all around the city block until he found the criminal climbing a fire escape. "There ya go."

Blitz raced tot he top of the building and waited for the criminal to arrive. In his wait, he munched on some starburst he kept in his suit. "Come on dude, hurry up. I still gotta get my second dinner." When the criminal reached the top after what felt like forever, Blitz jumped out at him and screamed, "I'm Batman!" The criminal screamed fell backwards off the building. "Oh no." He said sound not to concern for the criminal's life before racing to the bottom of the building and catching him. "Saved your life, now to take you to your pals." Blitz ran off to police, carrying the criminal in his arm and dropping him off at the officer's feet. He handed him the gun the criminal had on his person and waited for a thank you.

"Wow, thanks Kid Flash, you saved me and my boys here a lot of work."

Blitz slapped his hand on his forehead and sighed. "Kid Flash? I don't go by that anymore, It's Blitz, Blitz, Blitz!"

"But Kid Flash is cooler, and you're in the same costume for crying out loud. You got a legacy to uphold Kid."

The criminal sitting on the ground than spoke up. "Kid Flash does sound better, we all know it. Blitz just sound a little-"

"SHUT UP! No one asked you." Blitz screamed causing the criminal to look down at the ground. "Kid Flash sounds cool? I got a legacy to uphold? You sound like you been smoking something Officer, I'm my own man now, my own Hero with his own legacy...in the making that is."

"Okay Blitz...can I get a photo, my daughter loves The Flash, and a picture with his sidekick is still something."

Blitz looked at him for a few seconds, not saying a word before running off into the night.

"Oh, that punk! Now I'm really putting Kid Flash down in my report." The officer said grabbed the criminal by his collar and slapped some cuffs on him. "Come on you!"

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Kevin sat on the top of a building mulling over what just happen as he ate a chicken burrito that he got from the other side of town. "Man, people don't give me the respect I deserve. Why would I want to be Kid Flash, hell, I'm not even worthy of it anymore...I too damn slow." Kevin had mixed feeling about dropping his original name. He lost most of his speed in a conflict with Reverse Flash, and on top of that, Flash started babying him and treated him like a liability during real fights with Villains like Mirror Master, Captain Cold, and most insultingly, The Turtle of all people. Eventually, Kevin had to leave, he couldn't stand being around Flash any longer or represent his name.

While eating his burrito, his cowl was hanging off the back on his neck making his face visible, a little drone flew towards him.
"Greetings 'Blitz,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator just might talk faster than you when he's excited!" For once he wasn't addressed as Kid Flash.

Kevin needed process this real quick, and It was quick. "Sure, as long as The Flash or any other Justice League member has nothing to do with this...except Wonder Woman or Batman, because they're just too cool." The drone than gave Blit direction to the Tower and he was off. Kevin did think about what he was doing for a few seconds, Flash was a Titan once, and he wonder joining the same group might not help his situation.

Blitz raced into the dock and jumped off the pier and into the water. As soon as his feet touch the water, he started moving his legs faster until he was jetting across the water, kicking water up like he was some speedboat. His streaks of lighting would be noticeable from the Titans Tower.

When he arrived, Blitz looked at the Tower in awe, he couldn't help but feel proud standing there. Something about place stood out to him, and maybe a little closer with Wally...unfortunately. Blizt found two other's standing there, one guy in armor along with a girl clad in a red aura.

Blitz didn't know what to say...and he just remembered he didn't have his cowl on! What an amateur mistake! Blitz turned away from him and quickly threw his cowl over his head to hid his face. He then turned back to the two standing at the base of the tower.

"Sup bro, name's Blitz." He reached out his hand to fist bump the two. "You cool? Or are you some bad guy? Don't lie, I'll kick you off the building if you do." He then looked to the girl clad in the red aura. "Wait..." Blitz had scanned her attire and noticed the red ring on her finger. "Oh god. All I can say is watch the vomit." He'd never seen a Red Lantern in person but has seen enough pictures to know she was one. "Just how many colors do you guys come in any way? Can I get a blue one?"
 
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The Red Lantern crosses her arms, not accepting the fistbump.

"My knowledge on Lantern-related topics is too limited to answer your questions, Blitz," the Red Lantern responds, "I am rather new to this this thing. Is it safe to assume that you know the Green ones that appear in the news?"

@Cush Almighty
 
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Ricky thought her move to Jump City was a good choice. Sure Dakota was her home city and old stomping grounds but she wasn't making any headway there. That place had a lot of new bang babies and old ones that refused to retire but also staunchly refused to team up. As advanced as metahumans were with their powers, it seemed as though no one could escape the cliche 'generational' argument. Those guys took baby boomers to a new level. But, that wasn't the only reason why Ricky left Dakota. Her parents lived there and she couldn't bear the idea that one day she could end up running into them and having to face the consequences of her decision as a kid. So the only way to avoid that and remedy the situation was to move to a new place and hope things worked out for the better. Jump City was the best option because of the aggressive villain presence. There weren't as many heroes as there used to be but Ricky was going to change that. It'd be nice if she could form a squad though. She missed being apart of the Babes.

As if her mind had been read--which honestly in this city, that could have happened--a drone flew right up to her.

"Greetings 'Bang,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would be shocked if you said no! Get it? Shocked!"
"Really?" Ricky squealed, clasping her hands together. The Teen Titans were back in the city? "I mean, they aren't really teens anymore, but who the hell is gonna say no to grouping with Cyborg! A-and Starfire!" Her excitement levels were ramping and in a seriously rookie move, electricity streamed out of her fingertips and zapped the little drone, sending it crashing to the ground. "Oh, fuck me backwards..." She groaned, picking the electronic up gingerly. She was a little disappointed that it had been broken so easily though. She'd expected something she assumed was made by Cyborg to hold up better. Either way--She was still gonna join the team--If they didn't change their minds because of the drone though.

"Well, assuming they're at the tower..." She absorbed the remainder of power from the drone, then looked around for something else to use. A street lamp caught her attention and she began sapping the energy out of it, bit by bit till it was left flickering. "I will definitely fix that later." She murmured to herself as she tucked the dead drone under one arm. She stuck her free arm out at her side and took a deep breath before shooting electricity from her palm and flying into the air. This was probably one of her most favorite abilities.

She wasn't far from the tower itself, so she got there just as her electricity stores began running low. She was thrilled to find that she wasn't the only one on the island. She was disappointed though when she didn't see any of the Titans.

"Hey...Everyone." She said, an unsure smile on her face. "Are the Titans inside or...?"
 
Angela was sitting drinking one of her favorite flavors of herbal tea. Lime and watermelon with a hint of mint tea. She discovered it in the local cafe were their was a clear view of Titans tower from the window and you could see the park down a few blocks near by. She use to hear so much about the cafe from her mother and when she moved to live here on her own in Jump City Angela two learned to love this small local cafe. Right next door a ways to it was the famous book store that would sometimes pick up rare and ancient books many which Raven herself owned. Lifting her head after taking a sip of the fresh warm mug Angela wondered if the rumors of activity in Titans tower was true she hoped to one day find out for herself who might be roaming around in the old home of her parents and their friends.

Like her mother Angela held the tea with both hands taking comfort in the warmth. Her thoughts wondering around in her head. She knew it would be soon time to take her usual patrol of the city as Shadow. But for now she would relax in the quiet of this small cafe alone with all her thoughts. Finally seeing the last of her cup the small remains of fresh brew tea leafs from the mint Angela stood. She left a small tip and then walked out the door.

Returning home to properly change Angela noticed this drone coming out of nowhere it seemed towards her. She jumped quickly to the side expecting it to be somehow a sneak attack. Wondering who learned of her real identity. Instead it seemed to halt and wait. Her face for a moment showed shock and confusion but it relaxed showing no real emotion once more. Except for a raised brow waiting.

"Greetings 'Shadow,' "

She didn't let the thing continue at first. "Who's shadow why would you be calling me that." Then quickly she put a shield around the thing afraid it would say more and someone might hear. She glanced around relief seeing no one and opened the door then threw the drone inside with her powers quickly. Once shutting the door she deactivated the small black ball around. It was clear she didn't actually shut the thing up for it was ending the original statement. "totally wizard!"

"What?" She asked confused on what it meant by totally wizard. Waiting a few moments after the drone had no farther reply it seemed to repeat. This time Angela chose to listen knowing the comforts of her home no new ears would hear.

"Greetings 'Shadow,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would love to meet you! He says you're totally wizard!"

Something in the far room exploded once she heard the question of 'Would you like to Join the Teen Titans' Angela just stared at the drone for a few minutes her thoughts going insane. Inside she was defiantly screaming. The drone went through it's message yet again. She hadn't spoken thoughts of her parents stories, and even the stories of Aunt Kori ran through her mind. The Teen Titans that was where it began for her mother and where her father once more found his happiness in being who he was. She pulled off her hood once more letting the message sink in this must have been the tenth time. She needed to be out on patrol but the world seemed to freeze. Once more something exploded a handle not yet back on her emotions of excitement, wonder, joy, finally she needed to speak up. "I... I need to meditate... Please just tell me where and when I would need to meet assuming I've decided to possibly join." Angela finally answered this drone. She couldn't do anything else right now. Her home would be destroyed at this rate.

The directions is exactly what the drone gave then left to update who sent it. Angela went to the room her mother helped her create for mediation and sat down on the pillow in the floor. Sitting lotus style she closed her eyes and began to chant. "Azearath Metrion Zinthos" repeating these words many times as the world around vanished, and she began to float her mind pushing thoughts and emotions aside. Regaining a hold on her powers and abilities. An hour maybe more had passed and Angela was back on the pillow. She slowly stood and went to change if a bag needed packed she would return. Right now she needed to leave and hope not to miss everything.

Shadow focused on the coordinates given and teleported. Arriving it was obvious many others had already arrived. There may have been a moment of disappointment at either being late or the size of the crowd. She sighed and forced it to vanish not wanting to ruin a first impression unlike the rumor of how her father meet everyone. Yes she had a mask but it only covered her eyes at least. She also had her hood covering her ears not sure how some might take her appearance. She had no idea who to speak with nor what she should do now. She somewhat wished one of her parents was here, Beastboy or Channeling now could defiantly lighten her mood and take away her anxiety or Raven could give her a shield of escape. But last she knew they were visiting her grandmother.

She just walked towards the crowd while everything in her wanted otherwise. She gulped and stayed quiet just looking around. Part of her hoped someone anyone would speak to her first.
 
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Ryan waited outside, comfortable in the cool night air. His armor was thick and housed several engines and electronic systems, and it could get pretty hot inside the suit, which meant that the chill of nights like these scarcely reached him, leaving him at a calm, comfortable cool as opposed to cold. This comfort didn't stop his heart from pounding in his chest, or his palms from sweating. A whole team of new heroes would be arriving tonight, and he'd have to prove them that his idea was worth their time. His drones weren't very fast, and it would take them a good bit of time to seek out their intended targets and deliver Ryan's message. He had time, to wait and to think.

Jump City had never been the safest city in the country, that title switched every year between Central City and Metropolis. But it was still better than Gotham or Bludhaven. It had more superpowered people in costumes than either city, but up until recently there had always been a sort of equilibrium. But just last year, three of the local big-shot heroes had left Jump City to seek their fortune elsewhere, and the power vacuum had been filled by a couple of bitter villains from the era of the original Teen Titans. Cinderblock, Control Freak, and a woman in her mid 20s who insisted she was "the original Mumbo Jumbo, yes sirs and madams, accept to no substitutes," before sticking an entire armored car into an envelope and then eating it. Whoever she was, she seemed to have the same talent for the arcane as the original Mumbo Jumbo. Cinderblock was muscle, just as he'd always been, a bruiser who worked for whoever was willing to pay him the most. For the last couple of weeks, that had been Control Freak. After numerous defeats at the hands of the Teen Titans, he'd left Jump City to get thrashed by other members of the superhero community, until one day he just...stopped losing to people. A particularly embarrassing defeat at the hands of Aqualad saw him disappear from the superpower scene for about a year, before coming back in significantly better physical shape and vastly better at applying his power. The ability to create superpowered constructs out of seemingly anything in one's environment was an inherently fantastic power, and when Control Freak stopped being a moron and started properly applying it, he became a fairly serious threat, and took a sizable chunk of the city as his turf when he killed Killer Moth and his daughter.

And that was saying nothing about the new villains. The scales were tipping in Jump City, with the criminal element taking more and more control of it each passing day. The forces of law and order needed an edge, something massive that could tip the scales in their favor. A titan, so to speak.

Or, ideally, a team of Teen Titans.


And so, Ryan had set about refurbishing the tower in the bay and selecting members for his new team with the utmost care. Blitz had been the most recent addition to the list, since Ryan hadn't known he was even in the city until relatively recently. Still, he was a welcome teammate. Training under an established hero meant he had a significant amount of experience, both as a hero and working with others. Plus, he was a speedster, one of a lineage of superheroes with similar powers that Ryan would love nothing more than to understand. When Ryan saw the little red dot flying in along the bay, he'd assumed it would be him, running across the surface of the water, but he was quickly proved wrong when his helmet picked up the telltale energy signature of Hard-Light, the same stuff that the cannon built into his arm fired. His suit thought it was one of his own projectiles, and tracked it's flight on principle, but Ryan knew better.

The Red Lantern.

Technically, she was just a red lantern, but as far as Ryan knew, Earth didn't have any other ones. He'd read on a few superhero forums that Atrocitus had a pet cat, but there was no way that wasn't either fake, or just some alien that looked identical to cats, like how a Kryptonian looked indistinguishable from a human being. Ryan had asked the local ring-bearer to join the team for a different reason than he had asked the others. Red Lanterns in general were very...angry people, and had a habit of losing themselves to anger in times of duress. Or pretty much any time, really. But, the person wearing the ring could still shine through if given the opportunity, which was what Ryan hoped to provide. And if he couldn't, then it was better to keep her close, where she at least could be prevented from escalating the city's already dangerous superpowered scene by butchering her way through the underworld.

Ryan cleared his throat, bringing a closed hand up to where his mouth would be, were his helmet not in the way, as if he were coughing into a fist. "Yeah I uh...I know who you are. I'm The Technomancer. Or maybe just Technomancer, I'm not so sure about the 'The.' There should be others arriving before too long, but feel free to-" Ryan was cut off by a sharp gust of wind, heralding the arrival of the city's resident speedster. His helmet hid his face, but underneath his gratefulness at the arrival of someone else was plain as day. He was not excited to be left alone with a Red Lantern. He'd intended to use the team as a whole as his way of keeping an eye on her and preventing her from killing any more criminals. He'd never be able to do that by himself, not with his current weapons and armor. Ryan started back up again, bumping fists with the newly-arrived Blitz and purposefully not saying anything about how he'd arrived with his mask off. "Nah dude, we're cool. I'm Technomancer, or maybe The Technomancer, I'm not so sure about the 'The.' Anyway, I was just about to say that the others should be here..." This time, Ryan paused on purpose, seeing the bolt of lightning travelling horizontally across the sky toward's Titans' Tower, and assuming it was the next arrival. Just as the young woman touched down on the ground, Ryan went back to speaking, "Any second." He finished, smirking a bit underneath his mask. It faded the second she finished speaking.

"Are the Titans inside or...?"

Ryan's felt like he'd been shot through the stomach. Metaphorically speaking, anyway. He swallowed both his pride and the saliva in his throat and answered. "That's kind of what I called you here to talk about. I figured we'd go into more depth about it when everybody got here, but I'll answer any questions you have as soon as-" For the second time tonight, Ryan was cut off by somebody's superpower. "As soon as everyone gets here," he finished, giving a short wave to the new arrival. "Hey there," he said, "In short order, I'm Technomancer, plus or minus a "The" and I wanted to gather the most promising heroes in the city together to form a new Teen Titans team, since the bad guys outnumber us...shit, I think seven to one now that that one team of bible-themed dudes left. Heaven Sent, I think they were called. Anyway, we've got two more prospects who should show up any minute, if that boat coming our way is the one I think it is," Ryan said, pointing to a small motorboat that was chugging its way across the open water. It was coming from the right direction, but Ryan couldn't tell it apart from any other boat at this range. For all he knew, it was just a couple of lovers out for a night cruise or something. Or one of the local villains, coming to turn the tower's lights back off for good.
 
Kevin North
Kid Flash Blitz

Blitz frowned at the Red Lantern as she crossed her arms and rejected his fist bump. "Okay, fistbumps ain't your thing, I get it. Too bad you don't know much about Lanterns, I'd love to get my hands on one of those rings." His smile returned as he responded to RL. "Yeah, I know the GLs, Guy and I had a classic superhero team up once. He bought me a burger and fries too."

Technomancer accepted his fist bumped him and introduced himself. He seemed to be struggling with his Superhero name a little. Just a small part, whether or not to keep or drop the 'the' from his name. "I'm going to call you Tech or Techno for short. So you said there will be others-" Blitz heard the crackling of lighting which caught him off guard.

Blitz jerked his head towards the sound and saw a lighting bolt heading for the tower. A girl around his age landed and asked if the Titans were inside. "Good Question. I've just seen these two hanging around. Nice to meet ya. Fistbump?" he reached out his fist with a smile and waited for her to bump it or cross her arms and be anti-social like RL.

Technomancer responded the lighting girl's question and put it off for now. At that time someone else appeared from darkness and slowly walked towards them. Part of Blitz wanted to jump out his suit, this person looked like death and gloom. Gothic must have been her niche. Kevin blitzed over to her and stuck out his fist. "Yo Gothic, What's up? You look like death incarnate, you know? I bet you have all the cowardly villains start shitting their pants when you pop up. No disrespect, by the way, I totally dig it...Fistbump?"
 
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Shadow remained silent listing to what this man had been trying to say. Apparently with everyone arriving he was having a difficult time stating the full information on why they were all here. Finally hearing all the information he had to share for now she simply gave a nod for a reply. Angela wasn't comfortable just yet replying with an auto able answer. Her eyes then turned to look at the boat while she made sure to keep her senses alert with the help of her soul self being slightly in tune with the other's emotions.
'Technomacer, have I heard of him before? No I don't think so.' Shadow thought to herself while they waited for the boat to hit land. She wasn't sure who the last arrival could be she didn't fully know anyone here on the island. However, she made a mental note that one seemed related to Static Shock. She met the guy one time a visit with her dad he seemed like a cool hero to her. She hoped she'd possibly find out if this girl had any relation to him. If so maybe they could continue a family friendship for all she knew. Then there was a rather obvious to her hero. A Red Lantern she didn't know of any others so maybe their title like The Green Lantern was The Red Lantern she wondered what kind of jokes her dad might crack. Probably nothing good and something that would earn a slap from her mother. Shadow simply was making the best mental notes she could of each person here for now till she felt like making conversation. Which her mind came to kid flash. Well she thought he was a kid flash the costume made her kind of think of Bart, or Barry, basically most Flashes. However, she knew this didn't meant they went by Flash, or Kid Flash, or even just Kid. Not everyone follows the paths of mentors exactly her mind thought of Dicky in fact. He went from being under Batman as Robin, to Robin with the Teen Titans, temporarily Red X, and finally to Nightwing.

Shadow let out a sigh after her thoughts eyes still on the boat. Though the ones hear looked somewhat familiar to people her parents knew didn't mean they were going to be anything like them. She just hoped they didn't grow to expect her to be like Raven or even Garfield. She was similar in some ways but in other's Angela was her own person.

Then in a moment she heard a boy speak to her when she looked to take notice on who it was the flash boy. Angela blinked a moment taking in his comments then gave a small grin showing her teeth faintly a fang or two could be seen showing a small bit of her cat like features that couldn’t be hidden by the hood so easily. She moved her hand into a fist and met the boys own doing a similar handshake to Uncle Vic's. "None taken dude. I hope to live up to my mom's frightful nature when dealing with the villains just like her experience with Doctor Light." Shadow replied her voice having a hint of relief from hearing the guy talk to her and showing a bit of friendliness. If it was Raven the boy would have been left their hanging but Angela wasn't that much like her mother so he wasn't.​
 
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The faltering words of the dude--Technomancer--dampened Ricky's spirits. What did he mean by that? Where the Titans here or not? Why did they have to wait for everyone else? Why couldn't they just--Oh. Ricky nearly slapped her face in realization. There were no Titans. At least not the ones that she expected. God, she felt so stupid! Of course, the Titans wouldn't be here! They were off starting families and being big-time heroes! The whole city would have been jumping like a livewire if their favorite hero team was back in town! How I naive can I get? She thought, chastising herself.

So what was this guy's deal? And what about everyone else? Did they know what was really going on? The guy next to her--the one who looked like a Flash--seemed to share her line of thinking. She wondered if everyone arriving was under the impression that the Titans were having a casting call. After returning Flash Jr's fist bump, Ricky balled her fists up at her side as more and more people joined their little group. Her gaze was laser-focused on the Technomancer though, and if she had a Kryptonian's powers she would have given his skull a permanent piercing. Her focus, however, was pulled away when one of the new arrivals mentioned something about Doctor Light. Ricky turned to her curiously.

"Your mom fought that dude?" She echoed. "Who--if you don't mind me asking, is your mom?"
 
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Shadow suddenly felt a bit shy and blushed under her hood being asked who her mother was. She slowly moved her hands to her hood and pulled it down revealing her cat ears and the rest of her face showing the resemblance of what she was about to answer. Her dad always said a good conversation or laugh could lighten the room. "Well my mother is actually Raven." She replied looking at Bang. "My dad fought him too honestly. He's been known mainly by Beastboy but some might recognize Channeling."

Shadow wasn't sure going ahead and sharing who her parents were would get her. She hoped no one would suddenly hate her for it or put her much more on the spot. To much attention was always really hard for her. Then again it was possible no one would believe her being the only resemblance she had to Gar was her ears and they weren't even green. While her chakra stone wasn't red, and her skin looked more like her grandparents minus her mom's dad. One thing was for sure she felt a little more relaxed knowing she wasn't the only one who had hoped to see the Teen Titans. She didn't expect them here but it would have been nice to see everyone together Angela had met them all but everyone being at the same place and the same time never seemed to happen.
 
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It took a lot of Ryan's willpower to not ruin the moment with his cape-geek blathering. Shadow had become something of a show-stealer, which was understandable. She was the daughter of two famous superheroes, and a fairly competent woman in her own right. Plus, she was a relative unknown, compared to figures with more out in the open adventures, like Blitz and Red Lantern. Of course, there was practically no one that could be considered a true unknown to someone like Ryan. He'd spent years puzzling out all sorts of different aspects of superpowered society, finding the movers and the shakers, the vital pieces that allowed superheroes and supervillians to exist in, normally, a sort of equilibrium. There were outliers, like the Joker, but normally supervillains were actually better for a city long-term than unpowered crime. Some groups, like the Rogues, were even suspected to have actually been advantageous to the safety of their home city. A supervillian meant a figurehead, a leader who enforced some kind of rule, even if it wasn't that of law. Of course, without someone to keep them in check, they could easily become far worse, which was why Jump City needed them. To balance the scales, put things back to the way they were, where heroes and villains would fight their battles on equal terms in a way that allowed normal citizens to, under normal circumstances, go about their day unimpeded.

He couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought that ran through his head. Butting in about how he knew exactly who they all were would certainly ruin the moment. "Sorry, sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude. I'm just a big superhero guy, so like...It's just weird to actually meet people who I've talked about online and stuff," he admitted, scratching the back of his head with one hand. Because of his armor, it just made a rather obnoxious metal-on-metal sound instead of having any real effect, causing Ryan to stop rather quickly. "Anyway, do any of you guys want to come inside? I know it's pretty forward, but I figured I'd make sure we all had some sort of base or whatever, so I may have uh..." Ryan paused to cough into one fist. "Refurbish the entirety of Titans Tower, primarily with technology of my own design. Firemen sleep in the firehouse, you know? The tower is more than big enough for all of us to live in together with room to spare, so uh..."

Ryan shook his head to clear it. "I don't want to presume, or be too forward or whatever, but I did call you all here with the express intent of teaming up so...want to take the tour?" He asked, spreading out his arms a little and snapping with one hand, willing the doors to open with his power in time with the gesture. The first floor of the tower itself wasn't that impressive, visually speaking. The first couple floors weren't much more than defensive measures, holding places that would allow a team of five reasonably capable defenders to hold off much larger forces for a considerable time period. But still it was something, thick black walls made out of a composite material funneled any who walked in towards a singular elevator to the next floor. In order to get there, one would have to walk up a winding flight of stairs to reach a small overhanging platform where the elevator stopped. The first elevator only went to the second floor, opening up into what amounted to a firing room, sealed off from the rest of the floor by a series of blast doors that could be closed with a verbal command from anywhere in the tower, trapping would be invaders in a tiny room that the previous Titans could have fired all manner of attacks down into.

Outside of that little firing room was a third elevator, which moved up to the third, fourth, and fifth floors. After this point, the defenses lessened considerably, but the tower was still a veritable Fort Knox, every inch of its construction built with security as a top priority, then hidden by a layer of aesthetics that were more than a little bit dated now. The third floor was almost entirely a training area, with a small space reserved for use as an armory. The fourth floor housed a handful of rooms, seeming to serve as mostly storage space for items that were either too important, or used too frequently, to be kept in the basement. When Ryan had cleaned the place out, there had been everything from holiday decorations to board games in there, as well as numerous plaques dedicated to trophies, many of which had been taken away, either by looters or by their original owners out of sentimentality. There were a couple other rooms on the fourth floor as well though, workshops for Robin and Cyborg, as well as an evidence lockup, crimescene analysis lab, and some sort of heavy-duty panic room type of place that Ryan wasn't sure what the use for was.

The fifth floor was mostly a common room, though being the largest floor by far it also housed bedrooms, bathrooms, a second gym and training area, and a small hangar that could rise up onto the roof for vertical take off and landings. The main hangar was under the building, housed in one of three sub-floors and opening up into Jump City Bay, as the Titan's primary ship had been able to easily traverse both air and water.

If anyone accepted Ryans' tour, he'd point out all of these features, as well as the ones he'd installed himself. Laser-turrets built from the remains of scrapped weapons that had been too tightly locked up for looters to take, a couple of security cameras placed at each entrance, and brand new lights, as well as reworks and fixes of essential systems like the electrical wiring, plumbing, and the replacement of several wall panels. He'd focus most on the turrets though, there were only two of them and they weren't particularly pretty, but they swung down from the ceiling and could punch through an inch of steel, so Ryan was proud of them.
 
She could never have been called athletic, and attempting to steer a boat, while not as hard as rowing thank goodness, was quickly becoming something else that Network did not particularly know how to do well. The dark skinned girl's entrance to Titan Isle was less than spectacular, predicated by the concerning crunch and scrap of boat on shoreline. Bea would have been way more embarrassed, but she was too happy about not drowning.

"You should maybe lose some weight?"
"Shaddup."
"Well we could have weighed the same as a normal person but..."
"Yea, yea, the excitement..."
"All the excitement!"
Her smile was weary. "We should really pull ourselves together, girls," Bea Proper was already climbing herself out of the vessel in a mildly hurried fashion. There was a hill to climb after all. At least the incline wasn't horrid. "Alright let's go!" Her grin was infectious. Soon she and her two companions, aptly dubbed B. Myself and B. Me were off toward the tower entrance, holding surprisingly raucous conversation.

They arrived sadly toward the end of introductions, but that's what happened when your super power didn't include transportation. The tech guy who'd called her out maybe could help her out with that. The thought of a neat super suit put a twinkle in her eyes. And of course added a lovely sparkle to her introduction.

"Hey there!"
"Hi!"
"How's it shakin'?"
"Name's Beatrice, or... you can call me Network." She'd gesture to her double and triple with a bashful grin, "Sorry we're a little late. Can't say I'm the best at nautical navigation." They were distinct from each only by outfit, and thanks to a suggestion from her mother as of a month ago, buttons. In rather bold print, each female sported a moniker, either 'Me', 'Myself', or 'I'. This had ended up being a godsend, and Bea ended up with the idea of monogramed jumpsuits that held the same titles, since buttons could be knocked off in a fight.

Her thoughts were spiraling, but she eventually focused back in on the gathered folks. At some point she'd have to properly mention that the boat likely needed a patch or two, but it was always pertinent to put your best foot forward. That included not mentioning when you broke someone's stuff.
 
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"I've humoured you, and it seems that it wasn't too big a mistake," the Red Lantern crossed her arms as she took the tour, levitating off ground all the way. "What can I say, you think of a lot of things, compared to me, who prefers to focus on one... or two."

The Red Lantern looks around as she crosses her arms.

"Are we all intending to unveil our true identities? I know I am not."