Within the Titan Tower standing on the edge of the private island purchased with Bruce Wayne’s money stood the genetic clone of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor. His concentration was focused on the clear window of the tower, his new home. He knew nothing about these people, these Titans, even they knew very little of themselves except the one known as Red Robin, and his ally who helped construct the tower known as Cyborg. They had been pulled together by this “Robin” figure to “Save the world”, a notion he found both amusing and pathetic. He believed humanities nature would be the inevitable down fall of their civilization. He clenched his fists, he was a product of their cruelty, their lust for power in physical form.

He could feel the ground beneath him, feel the tower as if his mind extended around the area like an all seeing eye. However he did not “see” them as one would see through eyes, but felt the movements of the titans, their fingers pressing against buttons, their footsteps against the ground, or even their levitation through the air. An invisible force, a wall if you will was around him, he was a clone of Superman in name only, while he longed for real Kryptonian abilities, his abilities were merely a powerful teleknetic simulation of the Man of Steel’s greatness. The very thought angered and confused him, he saw images of his creation in the lab, DNA being used from the world’s fallen hero. Why did he have a mere simulation instead of the real deal. Was this a precursor of his great powers to come, or had something gone wrong, and that’s why Nowhere had given up in their pursuit of him.

I am only here, because of Red Robin I have no secret identity, I have no place. I have nothing... As his thoughts wondered about his purpouse he saw flashes imagery of a farm in Kansas, of a woman with tears in her eyes, and a younger lady writing something down she had the air of a reporter. He heard the word lane and fell to his knees in searing pain. It was if the images were trying to tear into his mind, and bring him into the very scene itself. He saw images again of the farm and of a road leading to it and a sign that said Smallville. He saw a blonde woman walking inside the door to hug the crying woman, and images of a grave was seen with words Kent, and the words before it starting with a J but he was cut off.

He wanted to yell out, but the flash backs stopped. He walked over to a desk on the counter and grabbed a pen writing down the word Kent, then writing about his experience. He folded the paper up and placed it in his pocket he would figure out what was going on one way or another. He heard sirens and another question came to mind. What would Superman Do..WWSD. “I have to do something I suppose. “ With the field around he launched his body forward heading out the roof of the tower and flying forward towards the siren they were chasing an armored vehicle.

The man in the passenger seat was opening fire on the pursuing police cruisers. Connor swooped down in front of the cruiser causing the bullets to crunch against his TK field. “Slow down the car ass wipes!” Connor focused and moved himself forward slamming right into the truck, causing it to flip over With the vehicle flipped over the truck slammed into the cement, the cruisers slowing down. Connor looked at the truck walking over and tearing the front door off. “Get the fuck out of the car now! I SAID NOW!” The man nodded in a hurry climbing out but reaching for his gun. Connor reacted extending his field and disassembling the gun before tossing the thug into wind-shield of an approaching cruiser.

His partner who had been opening fire was bleeding, injured for when the Kryptonian clone flipped the car over. Connor reached inside pulling him out and laying him on the ground. As the police came out the two vehicles raising their weapons.” Hey how the hell” Connor looked at them and shook his head leaping into the air taking off towards the tower. The last thing he wanted was a conversation with Law Enforcement, he had enough dealings with people in uniforms. Upon return the tower he made his way into the kitchen to grab some food wondering what would be in store for the heroes today.
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In a facility under ground a man was seen picking up a gun. He had a fair skin tone, the figure of a body builder, and light colored hair. He was picking up a sub automatic hand held machine gun. Taking the weapon up he walked through a hall-way, illuminated by a strange eerie red light. A Sign that they were deep underground, heading over to a room marked Informant he opened it up. Inside was a man tied to a chair with titanium bonds, and a sickening grin on his face. He just laughed as the man entered.

"Grant Collins, what do I owe the pleasure to do? What do you want with little old Savage" The informant snickered, in a way that showed his sanity was slowly slipping away. Grant raised the gun and pulled the trigger twice. Bullets flew out of his cold metallic weapon into "Savage"'s chest causing him to cough out blood and yell.

"Vandal Savage, the immortal man, the creator of murder, the fabeled Cain from Genesis. Your reputation proceeds you, how has it been living earth's history? I suppose you know which religion was right, surely you've seen some form of divinity before, after all that mark. Isn't it the one from the holy book? Not that it's any of my concern, I've seen gods. Superman, and members of the JLI those are "gods" just like the ones that branded you with whatever abilities they had. Anyway enough with religion, I don't need bringing up another subject I hate. Your DNA was used in a project that Ra's A Ghul put together, problem is he's been wiped off the map by the Dark Knight's latest protege. There's rumored he's developed some sort of super ultimate version of himself to continue his will, in-fact so dangerous his sister Talia Al Ghul got in contact with me, wants him gone. Now I can't promise you freedom, hell I can't promise you happiness. But I can promise you a suite, you're an informant for a reason Savage. We need your help."

Vandal just laughed." Come on now, Nowhere? Really, because the President had Cadmus shut down, what you people are doing is worst then any apocalypse I engineered. I never die, and I never will. I've been shot, burned, cut up, dealt with the most painful abilities, and beings who wielded immense phenomenal cosmic power. I've seen joys, and I've had delusions of Grandiose galore. You think a suite will satisfy my lust for power No NO! You see I'm the immortal informant, your an agent in a little under ground organization working with the U.N on a project that's going to wipe out your species. Doing my goal for me, see all I want is my holy book, with my following I'm going to rebuild what you people destroy. You're the predecessor to my Grand Finale, and that end is just the start of a greater beginning a New Gensis if you will. So do whatever you want, burn me, cut me, stab me, offer me gold! It all means nothing because once it happens you'll all be dead, and this little project Ra's put together HAHAHA! You have NO idea what it's capable off, oh it'll do more then wipe you guys off the map, it's going to challenge and change the entire free world." Grant kept a solemn look but deep down he felt fear, what did Savage have to loose in this confine, something big was coming, something so big Ra A Ghul's own daughter disapproved of it.

The young man stared up at his mothers face. Even in stone her expression seemed warm to him. Dovahkiin sat before his mothers grave on Themyscira. An impressive marble statue of Diana had been erected to honor the hero and Amazonian Queen. Her only son was on his knees before the ivory image of his mother. A single tear cascading down the young mans face.

"Mother.... I know you can hear me. I know you can. I know... I know you didn't beleive in Valhalla but I beleive you are there now. If any deserved a warriors after life its you."

Dovahkiin paused to take a deep breath, the raw emotion threatened to hold his words in thrall.

"They took you from your people, and me. I must avenege you. No...More than that. I must continue your work. You forged yourself into the savior of Midgard. You stood with Earths mightiest champions and held off the tides of darkness for so long. Its time now that your son bears the same burden. I will fight and will die for your mission... My mission. Then perhaps one day I will prove myself worthy to stand beside you in the golden halls of Valhalla... I love you."

Dovahkiin took another deep breath and rose, resigned to his new duty. He turned to find Artemis leaning in the door way.

"I think she would have liked that."

Dovahkiin smiled at the only other person who knew of his existence.

"That is kind of you but words are not one of my talents. They were hers."

"You're better with them than you think. Probably something you picked up from her.

Dovahkiin smiled at the compliment.

"Im leaving Artemis, and I doubt I'll be coming back."

The master Amazon arched her eyebrow.

"Do you really think thats wise? With your mother gone the Amazons will need a leader and by right..."

"The Amazons will never bend knee to a man. They will not follow me. You know that Artemis."

Dovahkiin said interupting. Artemis did not argue, she knew he was right. He went to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Besides, they already have a leader."

With one last nod to his only friend and mentor the Amazonian, Elder God half breed stepped out of the mosoleum and took off into the sky towards what his mothers people called Man's world and to what his fathers called Midgard.

Red Robin
Titans Tower

“So you look for food after looking for trouble?” Bruce Wayne’s latest predecessor said as he entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and grabbed himself a bottle of wine. The bottle looked like it had cost him a fortune. “Want a glass? If not, I’ll just take two.” Red Robin offered as he poured two glasses of the dark wine into two separate glasses. “Now tell me. How have thing been holding up?”

Red Robin only really asked the question because he was busy sorting out the various crime organizations in his database, bit big and small. Sometimes he could be called a hermit, locking himself in his room and diving into his detective work and studies. He had also been ready to prep the team to start going out as a team on missions. The team had been mostly going to patrol and stop small crimes that could loosen the work load for public authorities. He was glad the first person he saw was Connor, he was sure the guy needed to vent a little with how he lived before he was adopted into the team.


Sasha Martinez
Bronx, New York City

The non prosperous streets of Bronx, New York seemed to echo with the engines of vehicles and random shouts from people calling others from across the streets. Compared to Manhattan, this borough was nowhere to call safe. The rise in small street gangs ravaged Bronx at nearly all times of the day and night. Fewer wandered outside their apartment buildings unless they were going to a nearby store to get things for their home. You didn’t go out unless you were either armed or respected, and even then you could still be a victim. Even with all these dangers, a young teen took the pleasure of listening to music through her headphones that were hung around her neck as she walked down a sidewalk. She bopped her head to the song, Back On the Scene by Slaughterhouse. Though the song was long since outplayed, the elegant Latina sang along to it with her Spanish accent surfacing with every word. It wasn’t until she rounded a corner into a fairly narrow alley, that she faced the barrel of a gun in her face.

“Aight bitch, time to cut the music and run yo’ shit.” The man said as he held the girl up by gunpoint. The girl was startled by the man, and then smiled. Though he had his hood up and bandana covering his face, she could recognize the man from his voice.

“Riley?” The girl said with a laugh.

“See what happens when you’re not paying attention?” the young man said as he lowered the gun. “Come on, let’s head…” Riley stopped as he turned around and found a gun in his face. A perfect replica of the girl he had held up was holding the gun.

“See what happens when you don’t pay attention. I killed you.” The girl said before linking arms with the man and walking forward. Her replica seemed to vanish as soon as the two walked forward. Riley was silent for a moment. Trying to lecture Sasha Martinez was impossible sometimes, but at least she sort of listened to them. “You sell today?” Sasha asked Riley. He dealt drugs in the neighborhood, and her brother was basically his supplier.

“You know I don’t start yet. What you up to right now? I’m down to smoke some crazy shit I got from my boy, Floyd B.” Riley said before Sasha loosened her hold on his arm and gave him a stern look.

“Who the fuck..? Last time I checked, Compound was your supplier.” Sasha said as she crossed her arms, wanting some kind of explanation.

“Whoa! Sasha, it ain’t like that. I haven’t heard or seen Compound in a week and some change.” Riley confessed in defense. He then made a confused face himself. “Wait, you don’t know?” Riley asked before receiving a confused look from Sasha. “Compound is locked up on Rikers...”

The demigod flew over Midgard. He had no set destination in mind. He only had his mission. His cause. That was all he had for now. Yet he was still intrigued by this new world. So different from the world he knew. On Themyscira Diana had surrounded him with Asgardian architecture, literature and art. She wanted him to know as much about his fathers people as he learned about her own. Yet even as a child he knew that it was all a facade. Something his mother created so he didn't grow to resent his seclusion from the world. The only times Wonder Woman would take her son from the building he called home was when she wanted to test his skills by facing some creature or monster of some sort. The world of men below him seemed so interesting. He saw men and women of all shapes and sizes going on with their lives. The half elder God saw the beauty in a lovers kiss and the sting of heartbreak from a couple going their separate ways. He witnessed humanities humor and lightheartedness as a group of teens all joked and roughhoused outside of their high school. Yet more than anything however he saw their greed, their violence and their cruelty. Crime was rampant. Violence dominated. It was obvious with the loss of champions like his mother Earth's scum felt safe to do as they pleased with little fear of retaliation. Dovahkiin would show the mortals how wrong they truly were. At the moment the son of Wonder Woman found himself in a dark city of steel and concrete. Smoke billowed from the factory district and seemed to choke the portion of the city in noxious gas. The tall eerie peaks of the old buildings seemed crooked and gnarled causing shadow to loom over the entire city. Dovahkiin knew where he had found himself. From the tales his mother had told him he recognized this haven of shadow and blood well. The son of Thor was in Gotham. Something caught the half breeds eye. A tree miraculously growing out of the middle of the street. Cars skidded to a stop to avoid crashing into it yet causing them to crash into themselves. More and more massive plants erupted from the cold stone. Trees and massive writhing vines like hundreds of demonic serpents. Atop the highest was a single unopened rose bud. It seemed to be the epicenter as it radiated with power. A voice could be heard from with in it. Sultry and inviting like the death song of a siren. They laughed alone within the rose bud and then it opened revealing a ravishingly beautiful women. Her skin was pale green like the stalk of some freshly grown plant. He hair was a deep, fiery red that almost seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. She wore naught but a few leaves and vines that seemed to be growing around her body. Her voluptuous curves were enough to make lesser men weak in the knees at the pure sight of her. Dovahkiin was no lesser man. He rocketed out of the sky towards her, lighting crackling around him as he flew. As he neared her, her voice became clearer and he could make out the words.

"... And with the Bat gone I can finally do my work in peace! You... people will finally learn to respect your Mother who her birthed you from her womb. You will finally abandon your wasteful, pathetic, pointless lives and work for my babies instead of destroying them! You will FINALLY recognize me as the GOD I AM!"

Almost instantly after the last word got out Dovahkiin landed. The force of his impact cause the ground around him to ripple and shatter, creating a massive crater where he hit. Dust from the impact billowed up shrouding the man as he slowly rose to his feet. The air seemed still and silent as all eyes were on the impact sight. Both the Infamous Poison Ivy and the civilians of Gotham stopped and stared in awe. The smoke cleared and Dovahkiin stood there, proud and tall. His bright blue eyes staring defiantly up at Ivy.

"You deem yourself a God mortal?... I will put that to the test."

Raven sat quietly, on the top of the Titans Tower. Darkness shrouded her as she meditated, her mind in busying itself with spells and incantations while her heart lost itself in Azarath, her home.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos..." she murmured her hair flowing behind her in an unnatural wind. She almost smiled at the peace that flowed over her. It was hard to imagine such an expression on her face, but if she where to let loose such a unusual phenomina, she might be considered radiant. She sensed others moving below her and tried to ignore such action, not because she didnt want company, but because she knew no one would come up to visit--bother--her.

Finally giving up on meditation she floated gracefully to the floor of the roof, and let her hood fall back over her face.

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Trisha smiled at the letter in her hand. An anonymous employer huh? Ya, she didn't do anonymous. That kind of stuff ended badly....then again the amount of money for the kill was...large to say the least. The wry smile she had on her face slipped a little. She couldn't understand why she was actually considering it....but before she knew it her bag was packed and was on a plane in no time.

A woman was walking down the bustling streets of New York City on her way to her apartment. She had just had food from a street side vendor so she didn't have to cook today. While she was walking a man ran at her, grabbed her, and pulled her into the alley, all the while keeping her mouth shut. He shoved on the wall to daze her then he bent her over a dumpster. He taped her mouth closed with duct tape, and tied her hands together with Para cord. He went to her skirt to try to pull it down. He only wished he got that far.

Victor's fist smashed into the rapist's jaw, shattering it and launching the criminal into the adjacent wall. He slumped down bleeding out of his mouth and a part of his scalp where he collided with the wall. The lady was still bent over the dumpster and crying, albeit muffled with the tape. Victor snapped the rope binding her easily. The woman stood up and looked at Victor with thankful eyes. She took a deep breath with her nose and ripped the taped off her mouth.

"Thank you so much!" And with that the woman ran away. Victor brushed his deep blue hoodie off and stuffed his baggy black and blue jeans into his polo boots. Victor heard a soft click-tic and saw that the criminal had recovered and put a hidden gun to Victor's head. "I'm youa 'us a 'a' i' yo agg 'igg-" The criminal was cut off as Victor crushed his gun as well as his hand. "Aaghhh! Shit!" The criminal screamed holding his bloody and disfigured hand to his chest. Victor swung a devastating uppercut that launched the crook into the air. When he fell down towards the ground Victor thrust a side kick into his ribs, once more slamming him into the brick wall. Victor sighed and called 911.

“La la la la la...La la na na na,” there was a big thump as the blonde haired girl leapt of her bed and hit the ground. Singing along to the tune of ‘You Make Me Feel’ by Cobra Starship she strutted towards the mirror. Eyeing herself off before breaking out into a light chuckle as she took her seat. Glancing at her own refection for a moment as her mind seemed to wonder off. Although she tried her hardest to be like other girl’s her age, with her hidden “talents” she always found herself in situations that were out of the ordinary; facing certain death to save the life of another, having loved ones torn away and even taking another’s life.

Her hand reached up to flick her long hair out of her face revealing a slightly puffy black eye. Cassie cringed as she accidently touched it. Her mind wondered back to the previous day when she was forced to pass the law onto some low-life thugs. Although she was clearly capable of overpowering them with her abilities, one of them did manage to catch her off guard and gave her, a solid right hook to the face. However, she made sure that the thug that hit her would be riding into the night in an ambulance. Cassie smirked before softly applying some make-up onto the bruise. She wasn’t afraid to show-off her battle wounds but knew that today she would be meeting some of the new team mates and didn’t want to make a bad first impression or embarrass herself.

Once she was satisfied with her efforts of disguise, she leapt back to her feet and belted out. “Everything you want so let me get up there. I’m the baddest baby in the atmosphere. Tell me what you want so we can do just what you like…” She danced around the room trying to find some shorts as she left her tummy grumble. Food time. She grabbed the first pair of shorts in her suitcase and slipped them on before turning up that volume on her Ipod as the chorus of the song played. “You make me feel that. La la la la la. You make me feel so. La la la lala.” Cassie pumped her fist slightly in the air as she exited her room closing the door behind her.

She jumped slightly feeling the cold tiles on her bare feet. After a few steps and a few shaking off the butt she became used to the cold and was able to let her entire feet touch the floor. Cassie hummed the beat of the next song that played as she tried to remember how to get to the kitchen. Left….or…right…Go little bad girl. Little bad girl…Right! She turned on the balls of her feet and continued down the hallway oblivious to her surroundings as she just moved to the music.

Humming along as she entered the kitchen and headed straight to the fridge. Cassie held her head down with her arms up waving them from side to side not realising that she wasn’t alone anymore. She opened the fridge, “Shakin’ her ass from the left to the…right. Movin’ it round just the way that I like…” As she sung the words she did the corresponding movements. Her bum went left then right, then all around as she grabbed the carton of milk. She very elegantly twirled around on her feet and within a split second of turning she dropped the carton of milk spilling it all over the floor as to her shock she saw Robin and Connor in the kitchen. Her cheeks started to turn a light shade of pink, “OMG!...I am so sorry..I..um.”

Cassie collapsed to her knees and began to clean up her mess. She let her hair fall over her face to hide the embarrassment. So much for making a good impression. “I didn’t know anyone was here…I’m so sorry Robin.”

Poison Ivy had been attempting to promote "Eco Dominance" for several years now. She had fought more than her share of would be super heroes. Her usual adversary was the infamous Dark Knight. She'd fought Batman on so many occasions she felt like she knew everything about the man. She knew how he operated. She knew how he fought. She knew how he thought. She knew that when he had her in his sights, she had no hope of victory. Yet now she found her self staring at a man that was radiating raw power. The air around him seemed charged with electrical energy. The wind seemed to pick up as if personifying the fight to come. His cold, blue eyes stared at her with a steady even gaze all the while feeling foreboding like the calm before the storm. Ivy felt a rush through her veins that she hadn't felt in a very long time. Pure, white hot, unadulterated fear. Batman had a way of getting into your head and making you feel as if he was everywhere and he was nowhere. To most lesser thugs and criminals he was terrifying. He did not have the same effect on Poison Ivy. The two of them both knew that Ivy's power could obliterate the man at any moment. Batman had to play defense in order to win. He always exploited a weakness and put her down because he could not simply take her head on, match her blow for blow. Her plants would literally eat him alive. Now she stared down at this man. This being who seemed willing to tear through everything in his path to reach her. From the crater he was standing in Ivy had no doubt he could do it too. She took a shuddering breath before speaking. She may be terrified but she would not let this new opponent see it. She was Poison Ivy, the personification of Mother Earth, a veritable God. She had to tell herself these things. She needed to believe them. She had to.

"What do we have here?... Another hero? Didn't you hear what happened to the last one?"

Dovahkiin stared up at her with fists clenching and unclenching menacingly.

"Watch your tongue witch. I have heard well the tales of the Champion, Batman and he deserves your respect. Do not speak ill of the dead, woman."

Dovahkiin growled as his temper flared at her disrespect. Ivy couldn't help but allow a chuckle to roll out of her throat.

"Oh you're going to be a fun one. Hopefully you can satisfy me much more than he could."

She said playfully as she bit the corner of her lip. Vines erupted from the ground around Dovahkiin and lashed around his arms and legs. More wrapped around his chest and midsection and another around his throat. They tightened and held him securely much to the pleasure of their master. That pleasure, however was short lived as Dovahkiin began to tear free. His strength was unimaginable as he ripped and pulled at the vines, fighting his way out of their grasp. Strength like this she'd only seen in one other man, Superman. Now she was witnessing it in this new hero. Dovahkiin freed himself with relative ease and shot up into the sky at her.

"You will need to do more than that if you hope to save yourself from my wrath witch!"

Dovahkiin bellowed as he flew at her. Monstrous plants and vines shot up at him but did little to impede him. Mighty winds threw the servants of Ivy aside. Lighting shot out from his fingertips and singed the stalks causing them to shrivel and die. In one last ditch effort to save herself Ivy sealed the rose she was seated in hoping to seclude herself within the massive rose bud. The plant offered her little protection. Dovahkiin landed on the massive writhing rose bud and tore the plant open with his bare hands. Ivy was much, much more than brute strength and deployed her most infamous talent. Dovahkiin looked down expecting to see her cry for mercy or be wrought with terror. Instead inside the plant he found Ivy causally lounging amongst the inner petals of the flower as if she was waiting for her lover to return to bed.

"How I've waited for so long for a man strong enough to fight his way to me..."

Dovahkiin paused. This was not what he expected. Ivy cooed and allowed her eyes to drift down his body.

"Such a man... Such a strong man..."

Ivy's words hung heavy with seduction and promise. Dovahkiin only needed to reach out and take his prize. He could feel as if his world was ebbing away and all that was left was the warmth of her company. It was all he needed. Ivy slowly grasped his hand and brought him down. Dovahkiin went to his knees in front of her as she held him to her chest.

"Finally someone to take me and make me his. Make me yours..."

Her words seemed to sing to him. They caressed him and filled him with warmth. He could make her his. Two Gods among men. He could abandon this quest, this mission. Lightning crackled around Dovahkiin. Ivy recoiled at the sudden surge of power. The thought of his mission chased away the fog that this Ivy had clouded him with. Dovahkiin growled as his vision cleared. Ivy skirted away from him and pushed herself to the wall of the rose bud.

"No... It's not possible. You can't!"

She stammered in terror and awe. Wind swirled around Dovahkiin and howled out in fury. Dovahkiin's eyes burned with anger as the thought of what this witch tried to do to him swelled in his mind.

"You dare attempt to name me your thrall?.... You DARE?!!"

He roared and rushed at her. His hand shot out and grasped around her throat. The plant seemed to screech in pain and fell. Dovahkiin kept them both air born as he hovered without moving an inch. Ivy hung in his iron grip as his hands clutched at the one around her throat.

"Your witch craft ends here demon!"

"Wh-WHo are you?!"

She croaked.

"I am Dovahkiin! Heir to the thrones of Asgard and Themyscira!"

Ivy's eyes shot open in shock.

"Themyscira?! That m-means y-you're Wonder Womans son?!"

Dovahkiin tightened his grip ever so slightly.

"Careful whore..."

"Or what?! You'll kill me?! I've been doing this a long time Dovahkiin! You heroes don't kill!"

Ivy screamed in rage and terror. A dark smile etched its way onto Dovahkiin's face.

"Then the other champions you've fought were more merciful than I..."

Raven melted through the roof floor into the main room of titan tower, levitating only slightly off the floor. She watched as milk spilled and a someone began cleaning it up wile apologizing profusely. She hated milk. It was just...gross...for lack of a better word. She surrounded the spill in her dark energy, lifting the liquid with a twitch of her fingers, and dropped it in the sink where it swirled down the drain.

"Robin" she said in greeting then she turned and walked towards the fridge hoping to find something to eat. Her hood still draped across her face covering the blood red diamond on her forehead, and the dark purple of her eyes. Her hair was in a braid, an unusual thing to see, but it made it seem longer so it spilled out of her hood and over her shoulder as she bent down to find a drink. She grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge and poured herself a glass, feeling extremely mundane for once. It was nice feeling normal.

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Trisha stepped off the plane and directly into a car that would take her to her already payed for hotel. She sat back and grabbed the file on the seat next to her as she pretended to read. She was all to aware of how easy all this was...therefor it couldn't be for real. The car stopped after a few minutes and Trish gave a half sigh half laugh. it was too good after all.

"Why are we stopped?" She asked in the voice of the huntress, strong, no nonsense, and cold. She got no reply. She heard a faint ticking to her left and knew immediately it was time for her to go. She tries to open the door but found it was locked. Typical. She sighed and leaned back before slamming her heeled boots into the window, shattering it.

"ruin a perfectly good pair of heels." she muttered as she slid through the window, file in hand. She took off away from the ticking car, just in time to escape the worst of the blast. The flying glass tore up her sleek black dress and shredded her skin. She hissed in pain and ducked below the heat. Once the worst of it was over she stood, brushed herself off, and did her best to ignore the fact that she now was skimpily dressed.

Dovahkiin was about to open his hand releasing Ivy from his grip and letting her fall to her death when helicopters arrived. Bright lights shone on him and his captive. Police cars skidded to a stop below him and officers poured out. One stood out. An older man with white hair dotted with grays. A thick yet groomed mustache on his lip gave the stern, chiseled face even more character. The man's face showed his age and years of experience yet looked strong as ever. Obviously a fit man even in his age he must have been an imposing figure in his youth. The man wore a pair of glasses that seemed to shine in the light from the helicopters. He wore a long brown trench coat over his suit. The aging police commissioner looked up at Dovahkiin floating in mid air with Ivy in his grip. Gordon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and smacked the pack into his palm a few times before pulling one out, putting it into his mouth and lighting it seemingly in one fluid motion. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke.

"Barbara would kill me if she found out I started again..."

He muttered to himself as he looked up at the man holding Ivy, not quite sure of what to make of him. He never had a problem working with Batman. Something about the fact that he was just a human. That he was normal made it ok. He never could've done it in Metropolis or Star city. Heroes with that much power. It just didn't seem right.

"Get me a damn bullhorn before this nut decides to drop her."

Gordon grumbled to a nearby patrolmen. The Officer rushed off and returned with a megaphone in seconds.

"Here ya go Commissioner."

With a quick nod to the Officer Gordon held the bullhorn up and spoke through it.

"Don't know who you are and to be honest I don't really give a damn. You made quick work of Ivy so that gives you a good mark in my book for now. Bring her on down slowly and we'll take it from here."

Dovahkiin arched an eyebrow at the old man. He seemed so calm and casual about all this. Like he'd seen it a thousand times before. Dovahkiin resigned to do as the man asked and flew down to him. He tossed Ivy at his feet. The woman fell in a heap, her body seemed weak as she struggled to finally breath. Three cops quickly rushed over and put her in cuffs before dragging her to a large black police van. Dovahkiin watched as she was tossed in and the car sped off. Gordon had barley notice when the cuffs were put on. He was carefully studying Dovahkiin. James Gordon had been GCPD's top cop for a long time but old habits died hard. He noticed his style of clothing wasn't exactly store brand. About 6"6, 6"7, around 260 lbs, thick with muscle and super powers to boot.

"Where do they take her?"

Dovahkiin asked not taking his eyes off the car driving away in the distance.

"Arkham. And this time hopefully she'll stay there."

Grodon replied with a grunt.

"Names Gordon. Police Commissioner."

He said sticking his hand out to shake the man's hand. The half Asgardian looked at the man's hand, then made eye contact and took his hand firmly.

"Well met Commissioner, I am Dovahkiin."

Gordon couldn't help but smirk. This guy was certainly different.

"You mind telling me how you did all that. The lightning and flying around bit isn't all that common in Gotham."

"I am a half elder God, half Amazonian warrior."

Dovahkiin replied matter of factly.

"Elder God eh? Well... don't hear that every day."

Gordon said nodding slowly as he took another puff of his cigarette. Hearing that the man in front of him was apparently some magical God or a half breed of one should've shocked the old cop. Problem was nothing really surprised him anymore. He'd been doing this too long.

"So tell me Dovahkiin, you planning on staying in Gotham long? Hate to say it but we could use the help. Someone like you isn't exactly what we're used to around here but I'll take what I can get."

Dovahkiin arched an eyebrow at the man. He could tell Gordon was not comfortable with this at all.

"You do not trust me do you?"

Gordon chuckled as he took another puff.

"No bullshit kind of guy. You remind me of someone I used to know. Your right in any case. Don't take it personal kid. I'm just not a fan of one man having that much power is all."

Dovahkiin nodded in understanding.

"I can see how that could give one pause. Yet those of us who do posses great strength know better than most that power corrupts. Yet I swear it has not changed me yet and I do not plan on allowing it to. You have my word."

Gordon took a final drag of his cigarette before flicking it aside. He took a good look at Dovahkiin. He had to admit. The kid seemed genuine. Time would tell however how much this Gods word was worth.

"Fair enough. If you plan on smacking around anymore of Gotham's friendlier citizens, do me a favor and let me know would you? I'd like to keep the property damage to a minimum."

Gordon said giving Dovahkiin a final hand shake.

"Aye."

Dovahkiin said in response before Gordon got into a squad car and took off. Dovahkiin watched as the car drove off and suddenly felt hopeful for the people of Midgard. This Police Commissioner seemed to be an honorable man. If there were people like that perhaps humanity was not beyond hope after all.

Connor stood still, still wondering why despite being a so clone of the legendary Kryptonian he had no actual alien abilities. A Simulation and a poor one at that. From what he'd heard Superman had been the most powerful being on the planet, if not one of the most. One he absorbed energy from the sun and constantly gained more power, one he could cause hurricains with his breath, cause the second ice age, or even a supernova. He could simulate his heat theatrics by rapidly vibrating molecules in the air and causing combustion but he was in no way capable of causing a city to catch a flame let alone a world. He took out a box of pizza and set it on the table, taking three slices and focusing on them heating them with his own version of heat vision. However he stopped not wanting to burn the pizza, seeing steam he put the pizza box back in the fridge.

He picked up the slice and felt a burning sensation his hand. He dropped the slice on his plate, and blew on it. No matter what simulation of power he had, he was a mere human he wondered if any of the blood coursing through his veins was that of Kal-El's. However mentally he was advanced his mind was hyperactive, the only one who compared to his level of brain activity was Red Robin himself the leader of the team. "I suppose so, looking for food after such an incident is common among you people is it not? He eyed the glass, his mind processing it. He remembered it from the pods noting the exact type of alcohol. Grabbing the top and using TK force he tore it off and lifted the bottle pouring some into his glass then more into Robin's glass since it was his.

"Me, I've been having flashes of memories, I don't even know if my existence is natural. If I deserve life, I am wanted by an organization that the general populace does not even know exists. I think to myself what would Superman Do, I think I'm having flashes of the man's life, I believe if you will it is an act that says I should follow in his foot steps best I can. I have to use what power that has been given to me to do as that man would have. "Connor had high respect for him even though he'd never met him, and due to his death never would. However more Titans gathered in the kitchen the next being Cassie and Raven the former creating a mess, and the latter cleaning it up. Her abilities interested him the most, they were not physical nor related to powers they were paranormal. In a way her powers challenged people' vary belief systems, he wondered if the religious people he'd seen in the pods would condemn her. But he was not one to condemn, he himself was a being worthy of condeming and damnation itself. "Hello Cassandra, hello Raven. If I may Red Robin what information have you gathered, I must do something to keep my mind occupied." He grabbed a slice of pizza and began eating.

Red Robin

Red Robin couldn’t help but listen to Connor with a bit of worry. The way he had described his living, wasn’t one that was healthy for the young man. Just as Red Robin was ready to cut in, until Cassie danced into the kitchen. He raised a brow at her movements, but managed to listen to Connor enough get back into the conversation once he finished watching the female teammate. His eyes followed her movements before she turned toward him and Connor and dropped the milk carton she had taken out of the refrigerator in embarrassment. Red Robin looked at Cassie with a blank expression before the he noticed the milk spilling all over the floor. When Cassie apologized and tried to clean her mess up, he just shook his head and smiled.

“It’s fine, Cass. Just get it…” Red Robin stopped as Raven entered the kitchen almost silently and greeted him. He nodded toward her, giving her a serious look. When Raven cleaned up the mess using her powers, Red Robin felt glad that everything was settled quickly. It was the way he hoped the team handled their missions. “Thanks, you two can go head to the grocery store and get some more milk if that's fine with you. Just have them bill the Teen Titans” The leader of the team said to the two females with assertiveness without sounding like he was barking any orders. Getting back to Connor, Red Robin continued taking sips from his glass. When Connor had finished, he set his glass down. “It’s good that you asked. I’ve been monitoring the activities of the organized criminal groups working within the city. I’ve gotten a lot of loose leads, except one that links the Chinese Triads and Brother Blood. There seems to be some kind of deal going on tonight, and was hoping for it to be our first mission as a team to go in and crash the party they didn’t invite us to.” Red Robin answered, before gulping down the rest of his wine as if he was chugging down beer. As he did so, he managed to see Wonder Girl's darkened eye. "Is everything alright Cass?" Red Robin asked in concern.


Sasha "Splinter" Martinez

“So you’re telling me, he got put in jail?” Sasha questioned as she now sat on Riley’s couch. His apartment was neater than anyone would expect, but it was mostly due to his obsessive compulsive tendencies with keeping the place clean. By the look on Sasha’s face, she was more angry than sad about the news. He arms crossed as she sat comfortably, while Riley was pouring himself some apple juice.

“Yes, Sash-“ Riley was cut off.

“No!” Sasha barked at the mention of her real name. Usually Sasha didn’t mind her name being used indoors, but she wasn’t really having any of it at the moment.

“Splinter, listen, I didn’t know you… didn’t know. I thought you two were partners and shit.” Riley said as he walked from the fridge with his glass of juice in hand. He took a seat beside her, but faced her as she sat silently. “Sasha?”

“You’re not supposed to call me by my name… Ugh! I can’t believe he’s doing this! Why didn’t he tell me?!” Sasha yelled before five replicates appeared in the room. They all looked as upset as she was and seemed to take different places around Sasha. Riley looked around at all of the copies that had appeared around him. He was a bit worried about what would happen next. He didn’t even know what Sasha was going on about now.

“You a’ight?” Riley asked before Sasha got up from her seat and walked past him with her copies moving past him as well. “Sasha, where are you…” Riley stopped as one of the clones passing him quickly drew a gun to his face. His eyes only widened in fear as his life flashed before his eyes.

“What did I tell you before, maricón? Don’t fucking call me that… a’ight?” Sasha said mocking him with her last question. The clones vanished as the original Sasha opened up the door and left Riley in the apartment, his mouth agape as he watched the girl go.

As Sasha entered the hallway of the building she pulled out her cell phone, and used Google Maps to find the prison. “Why?” Sasha whined before heading back outside and jogging home. She’d need to get ready… Ready to singlehandedly start a prison break.

Raven bit back a reply, sarcasm being one of her main defenses.

"I'll go, it doesn't take two to pick up milk" Raven said without looking at either boy as taking interest in wither would end badly for her, nor did she pay much attention to the girl in the room. She sighed heavily and melted through the floor, levitating down to the ground level of the teens tower.

"Milk...what am i an errand girl?" She muttered but felt as though it might be nice to have a break from playing hero. It was yet another mundane task that made her feel....human.

Instead of taking a vehicle she opted for her powers as it was faster and easier to control, so before she knew it she was in town. Stepping into the store she found herself being stared at. She knew her cape and such drew attention so she pushed it back, hoping to look a little less threatening. A gasp or two told her that hadn't helped. They spotted the blood red diamond in the middle of her forehead and assumed her to be as she had once assumed herself. Evil. A demon, the spawn of what many religious people would say was Satan himself....only her father was much worse than any Satanic figure humans could imagine. She felt a tidal wave of anger and sorrow building but pushed it back. Emotions triggered her powers ad she couldn't afford to scare normal people with her strange and unique abilities. She iced her expression over and headed down an isle, towards the dairy section.
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Trisha sighed as she looked up at the sign to her left that was dented and riddled with bullet holes.

'Welcome to Gotham City' it said.

"Ya, looks real welcoming" she muttered as she started into part of the slums. She immediately felt all eyes on her as she walked down the side of teh crumbling sidewalk.

"Hey baby, why don't you wiggle on over here and ill show you a real good time" she heard to her left.

A few cat calls followed and she resisted the urge to turn around and beat the holly living hell out of them. She sighed and unballed her fists before straitening her shoulders and sighing. She didn't have her guns with her so she couldn't really fight them all on her own...they had went up in flames with the car and all the rest of her clothes so she was...S.O.L.

"Knew the anonymous thing was just too freaken good to be true" she muttered in an irritated tone. Her mind must have really been far off because she was shocked when someone grabbed her ass and waste. She spun around and hissed in fury, only to find a group of wanna be thugs leering at her. She reached for her guns and forgot they wherent there until her hand met thin air.

"Shit" she muttered and put on a false smile.

"just walk away and i promise not to hurt you" she said her voice light and almost amused, but under that there was cold fury. The leader raised a gun and she sighed. Greeeat. today was just getting better and better.

"inta' th' ally Ho" he said she sighed and followed directions, trying to ignore the innate human reaction to panic, because in all sense of the word she was so screwed. She decided her best bet was to act scared.

"See, ya must be new here, cuz this be Cynder territory, and in order to pass threw yous gotta pa the toll biach. Gots any money?" the leader said tapping his chin with his gun. Trish feverently hoped he would shoot himself in the head...then the bullet would rickishay and shoot off his ...unmentionables.

"Do i look like i have anywhere to hide money?" she asked in an almost irritated voice, but she buried the irritation under a thick layer of fake fear. She even threw in a little quiver. Damn she was good. To anyone else she would look like a scared lost young woman who was having a REALLY bad day.
"I dunno...looks like we'll just have to search." he said with a leer at her well toned and taken care of body. She rolled her eyes as the leader nodded for his gooneys to go forward but still flinched when their hands touched her. Just biding her time she hoped she wouldn't have to wait too long.

"inta' th' ally Ho"

The voice reached Dovahkiin's ears as he flew over Gotham. It was low and he'd barely heard it but the tone caught his attention. The way the man spoke hung heavy with sick intent. Dovahkiin stopped in mid air and looked down. In the alley beneath him several men were pulling a young woman into an alley. One had a gun pointed at her and was talking to her while he touched the barrel of his gun to his chin. The son of Wonder Woman clenched his fist as white hot rage welled up inside him. Perhaps something he inherited by his mother but when he witnessed a woman being taken advantage of the was little power in existence that could spare the offenders from wrath. Lightning began to crackle around the half Asgardian before he flew down to the scene.

"I dunno...looks like we'll just have to search."

The man said with a wicked grin. Dovahkiin lowered down into the alley, stopping several feet off the ground. He loomed over the men. The wind began to pick up in the narrow alley causing the men to pause in confusion, still not sure of what fate was about to befall them. Electricity arced around Dovahkiin as he stared down at the scene like an unhappy God angered by his people. Then one of thugs happened to look at the figure floating above them.

"Ey yo wudafuk??!"

Dovahkiin glared down at him. He breathed deep not saying a word. These mortals would pay for their actions. They would pay dearly. If his mother had caught them she would have beat them within an inch of their pathetic lives. Dovahkiin would beat them an inch further. Dovahkiin rocketed down in a flash and grabbed the man by the face. In an instant he had plowed the mans face into the pavement leaving nothing but a pulpy mass in his hand where the skull used to be. The ground shook from the impact. Dovahkiin rose slowly staring at the men with eyes alight with hate.

"Cowards... You will all die this day..."

Dovahkiin spoke, his low and foreboding like rolling thunder.

Trisha was shocked into stillness for about .3 seconds as she watched a man appear out of no where then kill the man with the gun. She flashed into action, grabbing the gun in mid air as it fell and whipping around, shooting one of the other gangster wanna bes in the leg. He dropped with screams of pain before she whipped around and, this male being too close to shoot, slammed her heel into his face, earning a sickening crack from his cheek...or neck, maybe both, she couldn't tell. The one she shot in the leg tried to stand but she put her heel on the wound and glared down at him.

"Stay down or the next one goes into your skull you nasty piece of trash" She growled out, just as she heard the heart sickening sound of a trigger. She didnt move fast enough to avoid the flesh wound now burning her arm, but she did not hesitate this time to spin around and shoot the fucker in the head. Her arm burned like hell and was bleeding a lot more than she thought it should have....it was only a flesh wound...right? She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making any pained noises as she swung around and trained her eyes and her gun on her rescuer. Her hero or not she was not big on trust and the way he had taken out the first guy had her weary, he was obviously not human.

"Got a name big boy?" she asked her voice taking on that of her alter ego, Huntress, cold, sarcastic and un-afraid. It was what she used to close out any fear or pain that might leak through her normal voice. She wasn't the type to fear..anything....not even death, but he made her think he could do things to her that would make death look pleasant.

The Half Asgardian looked around in surprise as the woman did not hesitate to use his sudden appearance to her advantage and rescue herself. When it was all said and done the woman had a pistol aimed at Dovahkiin's head. He arched his eyebrow as he stared at her curiously.

"Hardly the damsel in distress."

He stated simply. He strolled around her causally, seemingly unconcerned with the pistol trained on him. He looked at the bodies around him. Expert precision. Artemis would have been impressed. Dovahkiin turned to her with a calm, confident smile.

"I am Dovahkiin. Son of Diana, Queen of the Amazons and heir to the throne of Agsard. Who are you?"

"Hardly the damsel in distress." he said as she strolled around her, seemingly completely at ease.

"I am Dovahkiin. Son of Diana, Queen of the Amazons and heir to the throne of Agsard. Who are you?" He asked

Trisha shook her head.

"i suppose if you wanted me dead you would have killed me by now yes?" she said as she lowered the pistol slightly, but was still ready to shoot him at any time if the circumstances called for it.

"I am Trisha Carlson" She said giving him her mundane name. He didn't need to know of her alter ego, or who she really was. She was still dripping blood and it wasn't slowing so she bit the gun handle and ripped the bottom of her dress off so she could tie it around the wound to staunch the bleeding.

She heard sirens in the distance and sighed.

"Oh NOW they show" she sighed with a wry grin.

"Thanks for saving my ass" she said as she emptied the gun of its bullets and placed it in the hand of the now unconscious but alive guy under her feet.

She was feeling dizzy, and the world wobbled for a second. She fell against the cement wall to balance herself.

"wow...guess it was a little worse than i thought" she muttered as her arm had gone numb and she wasn't seeing strait.
Blackness was inking into her vision.

"Well shit" was the last thing she said before she slid down the wall the darkness of forced sleep dragging her under.

Dovahkiin rushed to her side, catching Trisha just before she hit the ground. The make shift bandage on her arm was already wet with blood. The warrior could tell that she hadn't lost enough blood to warrant fainting. Not from so shallow a wound. He growled under his breath.

"Poison..."

He guessed aloud. He lifted her into his arms. The sirens were getting closer. He could wait and hand her over to the authorities. She would certainly receive medical attention but something told Dovahkiin that the woman would not want the questions that would accompany it. Dovahkiin took off into the sky. He had to get her help soon. He could take her back to Themyscira but he could not risk the trip. He didn't know the type of poison or if she could wait that long. Dovahkiin's mind began to race as he rifled through what his mother told him of Midgard and where he could receive help. The Justice League was all but disbanded now. He had no way of contacting the Green Lantern corps. In Gotham one could normally find aid from Batman but the infamous Dark Knight was dead. Then he began going over the countless teams and affiliations of champions. The Outsiders, JSA, Teen Titans. The half breed's mind stopped at the last name. The Teen Titans. One of the few groups to survive the invasion. Who boasted such among their ranks as Batman's young apprentice Robin, the sorceress Raven, the alien warrior Starfire. If there was any left in Midgard who could help it would be them. The only son of Wonder Woman rocketed off into the sky to the location of Titan Tower told to him by his mother years ago. He prayed he would make it in time. The irony was not lost on Dovahkiin. What sort of day would bring a God to pray?

Riker's Island, New York City (Prison)
The testosterone levels in this place were sky rocketing, no woman would be caught dead in this place. However as she moved as elegantly as she could in this form she seemed like she was rather enjoying herself. Her eyes fixed on her end location, but occasionally she couldn’t help but shift her gaze to those she passed. How could she not stare at their well built and muscular features? But she had to watch herself, making sure her stares were quick and unnoticed because she didn’t want to end up being some guys bitch. Lets face it some of these men have been locked up for so long that they would do almost anything to get some…satisfaction. And those that were not into that stuff and caught her drooling would properly give her a good beating or worse.

She shrugged her thoughts away, making her way down to the ground floor of the cells. It was lunch time and everyone was allowed out of their cells to get food at the cafeteria. Even though this was her first actual meal here, she was not looking forward to it. All off the sudden she felt herself loose balance as someone tripped her up sending her flying to the ground. She caught herself on her hands and just began to laugh “So original…”
“Shut up BITCH!” The guy called out as he kicked in the side. Alice cringed but kept her smile as she looked over her shoulder to find a 6 foot man standing over her. One of the guards called out for the man to step down. He took a few steps back, “You better watch yourself…because I’m coming for you.” Alice shook her head. What the hell did I do to deserve that? Man this place sucks ass….well hello cutie. She smiled sweetly at the guy who just screwed up in his face in disgust. You wouldn’t be doing that face if you saw my true self…asshole.

Alice pulled herself off the ground and made her way to the cafeteria; she skipped the line to get food and headed straight towards the tables. Her eyes scanned each group of men carefully to find her friend. A smirk appeared on her face as she found him sitting with some fellow Virus gang members. Bingo baby. she swiftly made her way through the crowd of men, enjoying the sudden brushes up against a few of them.

She came up behind him, covering his eyes with her hands as she moved her lips right next to his ear and softly whispered in a rather manly voice, “Well hello mister Compound…aren’t you just one fine looking lad.” Her hands moved down his chest on the inside of his shirt. Alice could feel the eyes of the others on her but ignored their stares waiting for him to respond.

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[b]Wonder Girl[/i]

Cassie took a step back seeing Raven work her magic and very quickly cleaning up the spill. “Thank you,” she spoke rather softly but hoped the girl heard. Just then she heard the boy next to Robin say hello to her and she guessed the other girl was called Raven. Not knowing his name she just smiled politely before hearing her tummy grumbling again. Now that all the milk was gone she would have to find something else to eat. Noticing the fruit bowl she grabbed out an apple and took a bite from it. This will do for one.

She looked over at Robin as he asked if they could go get some milk. Cassie half jumped to the idea, because this might allow her to get to know this Raven girl better. But it looked like Raven had other plans and offered to go on her one. “Um...okay!” She shrugged it off wondering why she would even offer to go when she wasn’t the one who spilt it. Noticing Robin and Connor continuing their discussion she just took a seat on the bench and ate her apple, while she listened to her music much softer now.

Her head however quickly popped up as Robin asked her if she was alright. Don’t I look alright! “Um, yeh I’m fine…all good.” She smiled politely.

The air whipped past the Son of Thor as he raced through the sky. His wounded passengers head had long since lulled into his chest. He could feel her breathing but not much else.

"Hold on... Just a bit further."

He said aloud to the girl despite the fact she could not hear him. Dovahkiin had left Gotham behind and was flying through New York so he was close now. So close he could almost feel it. He broke free from the New York City skyline and was greeted by the sun reflecting off the water. The private island that was home to the Titans Tower in the distance. He could see it now. Standing firm and resolute. It almost looked magical with the backdrop of the rising sun behind it making the entire structure seemingly shine radiantly. Dovahkiin landed on the grass gently yet quickly. He looked around seeing no one. No champions outdoors, they must be inside but he had no time to knock on the door and wait for a reply. He shifted the girl so he was cradling her in one arm then raised up his hand and released a lightning bolt that shot straight up into the sky past all the windows. The bolt was massive, they'd have to have seen that. Even if the perceieved him as a threat they would come out here. That was all he wanted. To make certain Dovahkliin took a deep breath and bellowed out for aid.

"TITANS!!!"

Raven grabbed the milk, walked to the front and payed for it, all eyes STILL on her. Man was that getting old. If she had wanted to do them harm she wouldn't have bothered to walk in calmly, walk to the back and get the milk.

"do i have something on my face?" she finally asked the people who where staring at her. They all shook their heads and scurried out of sight. She sighed then left the store. as soon as she was out of sight she began her journey home by air. She spotted someone floating above their tower and sped up.

"TITANS!!!" she heard and halted a few feet from him.

"Who are you and what do you want!?" Raven asked in a cold voice, her hands and eyes already glowing with dark energy.

The son of Thor turned to see a beautiful, young woman floating in the air behind him. He face, shrouded in shadow from the cowl that shielded her face yet still Dovahkiin could see the tip of her chin and the slightest hint of her soft lips. Her skin was pale and unmarred like the first winters snowfall. Her cloak was the deepest shade of violet. It fluttered in the breeze around her. Her body radiated dark power. Her hands seemed to be emitting raw energy as well as her hidden eyes. This had to be Raven, the young sorceress Dovahkiin's mother had told him about. He took a step towards her with little regard for his own saftey. Trisha needed help. If she killed him after that then so be it but he would not allow this woman to die because he failed to save her.

"I am Doavhkiin Thorson and I ask for nothing for myself. I'm here for her. She was attacked by men in Gotham. I managed to rescue her yet she was wounded in the fray. I fear she was poisoned. I've come seeking a healer. Please..."

The urgency in Dovahkiin's voice hung heavy. He hoped that his pleas for help would go heeded. For Trisha's sake. Doavhkiin's eyes held Raven in them as he watched for the slightest sign of what her decision would be.

"I am Doavhkiin Thorson and I ask for nothing for myself. I'm here for her. She was attacked by men in Gotham. I managed to rescue her yet she was wounded in the fray. I fear she was poisoned. I've come seeking a healer. Please..."

Raven hesitated. Should she let him in? what if he was lying? But...The girl did look...pale and a little ill. She couldn't let her die for no reason. She bit her lip then nodded. Without a second thought she highlighted the girl in her own dark energy and lifted her from the warriors arms before dropping the milk into his arms.

"Come in the main door, bring the milk, I'll see what i can do" Raven said and with that a dark raven shaped splash of her power absorbed raven and the girl, before melting through the wall and into the main room of the titan tower.

"Robin, i need your help, there is a large man outside the building who brought this young lady for help....i told him he could come in." Raven said as she set the girl on the table. The girl made a noise and Raven jumped back as she twitched.

"i'll see what i can do to counteract the damage that has been done" she said as she bowed her head and began to chant under her breath. Everything was completely still for a second then the girl began to glow in spots. The places the poison had already damaged. It began healing, and raven began sweating. Healing wasn't her specialty and it took a lot out of her. She took a deep breath, and pushed harder on her power. The glowing began to get brighter before it ceased completely and the girl convulsed.

Trisha was swimming towards the surface. She felt heavy. Drugged? She felt like she was made of lead weights. She tried opening her eyes but failed miserably. She clenched her fist--or thought she had--and tried to open her eyes again.... and failed yet again. She let the darkness take her again.

Dovahkiin's gratitude caused him to break out into a wide smile. He took a deep relieved breath before following the captivatingly, mysterious sorceress into the tower. With milk in hand he entered the home of the titans. Dovahkiin marveled at the champions home. Full of some of the most fascinating examples of man's technological advancements as well as many of the luxurious of someones home. Truly a place worth fighting for. Dovahkiin entered the room to find Raven deep in concentration as she attempted to heal Trisha. He marveled at her strength. So different from his own. Where Dovahkiin's power was more physical her's seemed more intangible. He could hear Raven's voice low and almost inaudible as she chanted the words to her magic. Lost in his almost captivation by this beautiful magic user he almost didn't notice the apprentice of the Dark Knight standing in the room, almost. He nodded to him respectfully before speaking.

"Hail Robin, leader of the Teen Titans. I am Dovahkiin. Son of the late ruler of Themyscira. You may know her as Wonder Woman."

Raven sighed suddenly and fell back against the couch, tired and in need of a good shower and then a nap. She stood, still graceful despite her exhaustion, and made her way to the kitchen. She pushed back her hood and looked at Dovahkiin.

"She will be fine. She needs rest, but after that she will feel fine" Raven said a small reassuring smile on her face for a brief second before she took the milk from him, turned to the fridge, and got yet another glass of orange juice.

she ran her fingers through her hair, and absent gesture as she examined the men before her and noted how regal they all looked. She wondered for a moment if anyone feared them as most people did her then shook the thought away. No point in dwelling on what she could not change.