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Before another word could be exchanged between the two, Firestorm instantly alerted the team of the crisis that he was in the middle of. Slowly standing up from his previous position, before getting ready to move out. ”We’ll pick this up another time.”
He had said just between the two of them before he had chased behind Damian, also placing back on his blue domino mask.

As they made it up through the tower, up to the rooftop. Before leaving he immediately pressed a button on a nearby wall announcing throughout the whole building. ”Titans go!” Releasing his finger from the button, and continuing to making his way to the roof. Robin had already been in the Batmobile’s passanger side. As soon as he jumped inside, instantly closing the windshield to the vehicle. Igniting the engine, and then flying off to Firestorms location. Hopefully the rest of the team was ready for whatever was awaiting them within the city. Within a few minutes they were deep in the city where all the chaos had erupted. While they hovered above the crowd of people running for their lives, Nightwing studied his surroundings to see where the threat was coming from.

Wally lifted up from the couch to watch Donna walk away from the scene and follow off towards Artemis. He really had nothing else to say, although pumpkin head was a new one. Props to her for creativity. Nonetheless, he couldn't understand why she was in such a 'tude but judging by Donna's response, he decided to just chalk it up to being a girl thing. He'd never understand such complex creatures but that's what made it fun. "Welp, the TV is mine." He said happily, speeding over to the remote and then back down onto the couch. With so many people in the tower, it wasn't very often that one could get some alone time to do as they pleased. He took a deep breath while he relaxed, flipping through channels until the sudden, urgent voice of their fearless leader echoed throughout the tower followed by Donna rushing into the room to change the channel abruptly.

”Titans go!”

"I knew it was too good to be true." He said with a fake solemn tone. He got exactly what he wanted: some action. Bounding throughout the halls of the tower, Wally quickly zoomed into his room to grab his yellow and red suit and in an instant threw it on his person along with his signature red goggles. He figured the others would either require vehicles, flight, and what not but Wally could be there in seconds thanks to his speed. Running out of the tower, he pounded against the top surface of the water at breakneck speeds soon entering the city limits of San Francisco. While he didn't appear to be focused on it, Wally felt as though there was another presence entirely running alongside him and actually keeping up. His sights were set directly on the city and didn't notice it in time as when he looked over onto his side, there was nothing and nobody. Immediately he could tell something was wrong as his green eyes looked into the skies that were now partially red and black. Every so often he could see both men and women alike high in the air, possibly flying? Maybe even jumping? He couldn't make out much that the news was showing but as he neared the scene, he had no idea what he was looking at. There were multiples of Superman and many other heroes flying about and doing nothing but making a ruckus.

Mid-run, Wally was forced to duck and come to a skidding halt as one of the many Superman flew directly overhead. If he hadn't of avoided the collision he would have surely been sent flying. "Okay, this is getting way out of hand." Planting his feet firmly on the ground, Wally stretched his arms forward and furthered the action by moving his arms in a circular motion until enough wind built up between them aiming for the next fake-hero to come his way. The force was strong enough to send them flying back a ways. "I'm not even sure what to make of this? Shape-shifting aliens? Clones? How does a pride parade turn into discount hero central?
Aye!" His questions and curiosity couldn't be focused on with intent while a fake-Flash, much slower in comparison came whizzing by to tap him as if Wally was one of them. "Oh,
it's on." He yelled out, running after the false speedster and closing the gap between them with relative ease.

Redback just made it to her quarters before an alert was sent out. As she had only been here for the max of two and half days, this left her curious as to what was about to happen. The Titans had not really done anything with her as she arrived after their latest fight. Redback sighed and dropped to the ground in a flip, turning around to head back out of her room of webs when she was met with the green one, Beast Guy? Ugh, she was horrible keeping up with all these codenames. Robin, Nightwig... That dark outfit woman... the speed guy, arrow boy and girl, and oh yeah, the Beast guy. Was that all of them? Geez, she was going to look mighty bad if she said their names wrong in person.

While Redback had been through some strange things... a ride from a green Pterodactyl... well, that was new. it wasn't even Gotham. Guess it was weird all over the world. Redback had just assumed that it was only Gotham that had so many weirdos and criminals but... well that was just silly, of course the whole world was messed up. At least she was sure, Gotham was the worst. Redback looked down and spotted the chaos down below, what was once an LBGT Parade was now a colorful field of chaos and destruction.

Damian was already seated in the passenger's side of the Batmobile waiting for Nightwing. The rest of their team had the ability to fly, cycles, and other forms of transportation to get there. But this baby was his and Grayson's only. It was a memento to their time together as the Dynamic duo when Father wasn't around. Nightwing had chosen him over Drake and thus began their relationship. Though their time together was not without it's growing pains as each of them had to learn the other. Mostly, Nightwing on that end and putting up with Robin's sometimes bratty behavior.

He was after all raised believing to be the almost second coming. The House of al Ghul played no games with their monikers and even though he now shared his father and co's crusade, those values were still in him. Just not to the degree they once were. Damian grew up a lot being around others who weren't complete sociopaths. Even Father at times displayed emotions, and had even attempted to bond with Damian on several occasions to help him adjust. Out of those attempts he'd received several pets, his first being Titus, the Great Dane.

Robin sat silently as the Batmobile roared to life and slowly began to hover once Grayson commanded it to. He smiled bringing his fist into his open palm at the thought of them taking down some bad guys. It was his way of getting out his frustrations. He had plenty of those even when he wasn't angry. Complicated boy, maybe? Sure. But that could be blamed on his upbringing and upcoming birthday where he would be turning thirteen. According to Alfred, it was a momentous occasion, one that needed to be celebrated properly. Damian didn't agree. All of his birthdays up until he won the right to meet his father were of him laying in his own blood in failure against Talia. It was then the thought occurred to him that maybe Nightwing was waiting until he was of age to lead the Titans, then he'd pass on the torch. Yes, that had to be it! Nothing else made more sense. He cut an eye over to Grayson trying to read him, then forward again.

The duo arrived where they needed to be in a speedy time. Robin ejected himself and glided his way to the rooftops, where he could get a better vantage point, able to see more angles. Slowly, sauntering along, as he stared down at the crowd of powered teens and adults from his position with binoculars placed against his face. It also gave him better sight for the commotion occurring in the street below. A gathering of citizens, crowding around Speedy who from where he was, looked like a red imp. "Looks like one of those nerd conventions gone wrong. Anyone got an eye on who or what caused this? Certainly these chumps didn't just acquire these newfound powers of their own doing." queried Robin from the comm-link everyone shared.

Everything had gone exactly according to plan. Deathstroke had spent the last three months on Alcatraz island monitoring the Titans. With the help of his associate Hosun, Slade had managed to tap into every camera in the city. Including those located within Titans Tower. The information the Assassin had managed to gain from observing them was most beneficial. He had managed to learn all kinds of useful information, not the least of which was the true names of each of them. Of course, the veterans were already known to him. He had learned their identities years ago. Slade spent most of his time watching the training rooms however. studying the way they fought, the way they moved. The way their powers worked. Their strengths, their weaknesses. How to take them down. Two days ago, Deathstroke's waiting had finally paid off. He received the call he had been waiting for. The call that would finally allow him to exact his ultimate vengeance upon the Titans. And it couldn't have come at a more fortunate time. The LGBTQ Parade was the perfect setting for the first round against his targets. Deathstroke knew the odds for the appearance of at least one Titan at the parade was pretty Goddamn high, that he was counting on. What Slade was hoping for was that some trouble would be stirred warranting a majority of the Titans to heed the call, and his wish had come true.

Deathstroke had spent the better half of the day sitting on a rooftop just opposite the parade. The spectacle was sickening. The streets were filled with poorly made cosplays and half-naked men and woman dancing around with rainbow body paint and covered in sex toys. What a bunch of ********' whack jobs Deathstroke muttered to himself, leaning against an air-vent.

The arrival of Klarion was the first bit of excitement Slade had experienced all day, watching the chaos happening below was... satisfying. On top of that, it was the exact opportunity that Deathstroke had been hoping for.

The first to show up was the one called Firestorm, not the ideal target for what Deathstroke had prepared. Slowly, one by one, the others began arrive. Slade took a knee beside the air-vent, providing ideal cover from the peering eyes of the Titans. Removing the sniper rifle from his back, the assassin cocked the weapon the took aim. The one that caught his eye first was a blonde girl in a green suit armed with a bow and arrow. She had taken cover atop a building a good several rooftops over from Slade's location. She was the one they called Artemis. Perfect. Such a shame though, the kid had potential. Potential she would never fully realize. Such a pity.

Nothing personal kid Deathstroke said to himself, taking deadly aim. It's just business. Slade pulled the trigger. The suppressor equipped to the rifle's barrel severely muffled the blast of the bullet rocketing from the weapon, ensuring that the only individuals who might hear were Slade himself and any individuals with super-hearing that might be around. The bullet spiraled through the air like a bolt of lightning, soaring straight toward its unsuspecting target. In under a second it had arrived. Artemis had been reaching to equip her bow with another arrow when the bullet pierced her flesh. It tore straight through her throat, spine, and exited the back of her neck. Her grey eyes widened with shock as a pained gag passed through her lips; blood flying from her mouth. The teen's bow and arrow dropped from her hands and hit the floor of the roof as blood dripped down around her feet. Her green uniform was already soaked as her crimson fluid continued to leak by the gallons, two streams of blood running down the sides of her face. She could do or say no more as pained tears began to fill her grey eyes, her already stiffening limbs shaking as she tried to bring a hand to her throat before she tipped forward and fell from the building. Artemis body hit a car below, denting the roof. Her body entered rigamortis as she breathed her last within the pool of her own blood.

As soon as his bullet had hit its mark Slade rose to his feet and slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder and brought to fingers to the right side of his helmet, activating its communicators. This is Deathstroke, the Titan known as Artemis is dead. I'm forwarding the footage now.

Damien sat on the couch with his lovely wife, Ruvé and daughter, Nora. The three of them in their large home were watching TV. On the screen had been one of Damien's favorite movies although his girls allowed him to believe it was Nora's. Which was half-true. She loved seeing her father laugh and smile. As she knew just like his wife, he needed something of a reliever from work. The movie was Frozen and Damien absolutely adored it. From the whole "Let it go" to the evil ice princess becoming good. They all sat like a normal family, laughing, eating, and some (Damien) even letting a tear fall at the emotion of it all. He just couldn't help himself. It was only when his phone began to buzz in his pocket did his mood quickly change. Not too much though. He just needed to be firm and serious with clients. "Sorry it's work." he told them, holding up his index finger and walking off. After he realized who'd been calling, he began. "I hope you're delivering good news because I can assure you, I do not like rand--" his words were cut short by the sound of a ping on his phone and Deathstroke continuing to say.

"This is Deathstroke, the Titan known as Artemis is dead. I'm forwarding the footage now." Oh? A blonde brow rose at the video file as he pressed play. The first thing Darhk noticed was the 1080 quality of the traffic cam which to put in one word--was astonishing. It had caught the entirety of the shot (literal) and fall (splat), all in one fell swoop, pun intended. Brilliantly in a cruel morbid way that is. Damien's facial expression turned into a giddy school girl smile as he responded. "Ho-ho-ho! A precise assassin and a filmmaker! Why, Mr. Wilson, such talent you posses. As promised, you have certainly earned your half which should be going to your account...about....now." Damien said, using his magic to do such. Really all he did was turn and nod at Ruvé and she did such with her laptop. Wait---You seriously thought he would use magic just to upload funds? What was he, a millennial?

He put the phone back up to his ear. "You'll have to excuse my chipper attitude. There's just something special about seeing a teenage girl fall from the sky that gets my blood boiling, y'know? When you get the time you should watch Frozen. Good movie I assure. Assuming assassins watch movies that is. Me myself, like to dabble in some from time to time. To relax. It's a good de-stresser. You know what, for your efforts today, I'll give you a list. There's---" the phone hang up then and Damien simply stated to no one in particular. "Well. That happened." turning Damien started back for the couch to continue family time especially delighted to hear the news of Artemis' untimely demise. That'll teach those kids to mess with his time and money.

"Come on fellas. Gotta do a lot more better than that if you're going to hit me." Beast Boy mocked as a bumblebee buzzing about the many Robin's. There was d**k, Tim, Jason, and well the nameless Robin on their team currently. They were agitated if that wasn't already clear enough. But that's what made it all the more fun. He shifted into rhino and smirked. "Thanks for lining up guys. You can be the pins. I'll be the bowling ball." he announced as he roared and began charging at the lined up Robin(s). They all went flying back like something out of a cartoon and he shape-shifted back into his normal form throwing up his thumb and a grin.

What Garfield didn't expect to hear however was the sound of one of his comrades' bodies crashing into a vehicle. His head turned slowly in that moment, uncaring about the surrounding cosplayers, he just knew something terrible had happened. And when he saw it, he just couldn't take his eyes off of it. There was no witty joke. No scream. No nothing. Only silence. He felt completely empty. Did they really just lose a teammate? It didn't even register, it couldn't, he didn't want it to. The swarm of LBGTQ eventually came rushing him but he couldn't move. The sight of Artemis' body...her suit painted in crimson was too much to bear.