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 Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 12:31 am
"Well, why hello! I'm afraid to say, I wasn't expecting you so soon. But I'm glad you're here. You see because I have a problem. Also, please don't interrupt I despise interruptions. So like I was saying, there's this group of individuals, costumed bunch cause you know how kids are these days. Everything's gotta be done in stupid spandex. And bright too, so damn bright. What's with that? Anyway, I'm getting off track, that's beside the point." Damien paused holding up a finger. "The point or should I say problem I'm having, is that these "costumed individuals" keep sticking their nose in my business and I've been pretty lax about it, might I add, for far too long. Which is why you're here. See, I could do it myself but I'm too busy for that. No, I need someone who's going to do the job and that's..kill them. See cause death is a beautiful thing. We die, we go into the ground, our remains grow into flowers. It's only in the interval after we die that new things can sprout." Damien gestured with his hands a flower growing as he spoke. "I want you to treat this team like puppies. You know, the ones you see writhing in agony on the street? You put them down. You don't let them suffer. And for your services, I'll pay you with the number agreed upon." Smiling, Damien finished looking at the man in front of him. "Oh,
and one more thing you should know that I forgot to mention. They go by this silly name called the "Titans". So, whaddya say? Put 'er there?" he finished joking with his fist extended for a bump or not.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 1:16 am
Slade was not a man for small talk, never had been and probably never will be. Especially not with his clients. Especially not with a new client. Slade had never received the opportunity of meeting the man known as Damien Darhk, but he had heard plenty about him through the grape vine. Slade knew it was only a matter of time before he was contacted by the H.I.V.E. Organization. The Mercenary had been monitoring the Titans for some time, their activities and movements. H.I.V.E. had been a specific target of the Titans wrath for months now. He had watched as they raided and destroyed base after base, foiling whatever plans they may have been developing there. Slade had to admit, however, that they had taken longer than he had previously anticipated to call in a professional. He himself had gone toe to toe with the Titans on multiple occasions and they continued to prove themselves as a major thorn in his side. From the stories and rumors Deathstroke had heard regarding Damien, he had to admit, he wasn't his employer to be so... chipper. The man was an eccentric, something that silently irritated the Mercenary as he stood across from the H.I.V.E leader with his arms crossed. Slade only half listened to what Darhk had to say, tuning out for everything that wasn't absolutely important to his mission. It was easy enough, he wanted the Titans dead. He had made that much obvious when he originally contacted him. Nothing the H.I.V.E. leader had to say was news to the Assassin, begging the question... why had he been summoned here? If Deathstroke had to take a guess, it was because these multi-billionaire eccentric types loved to talk. They loved to flaunt their money, homes, and resources. They wanted to sound important. If it weren't for the generous amount of money he was being compensated with for his services, Slade probably would have made his irritation at the seemingly pointless personal meeting clear. The single sapphire blue eye flashed dangerously from behind Deathstroke's split colored promethium helmet, glancing down at the fist bump offered to him by Damien Darhk. His gaze shifted back up to meet Damien's gaze, his arms not moving from the crossed position over his armored chest. So, in short. You want them dead. Done. But I want my payment full and in advance. Is that going to be a problem Mister Darhk?
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 1:35 am
"So, in short. You want them dead. Done. But I want my payment full and in advance. Is that going to be a problem Mister Darhk?"
"All business huh? You know what. Gold star for you!" Damien said with a grin. "No really, I'd be a fool to adhere to those terms." Darhk said, his smile going away. He was well informed of Deathstroke's reputation but Momma ain't raise no fool. "I'm sure you understand. But wait since you've been such a good sport. And this is only to humor you, here's what I'll do, you'll get half after you kill just one Titan." After stating his counter-offer which was less a counter and really the only deal he'd be agreeing to, unknown to Deathstroke of course, Damien began to give himself a drum roll on his desk. "And...the rest after you, well, kill the others. How's that sound?"
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 2:12 am
The one eyed mercenary's brow furrowed beneath his helmet, his lids narrowing slightly as he watched Damien's subtle movements. Of course Deathstroke didn't expect his employer to pay him entirely up front, he'd be crazy if he thought the H.I.V.E. Leader would agree to those terms (and would think Damien a fool if by some miracle he had.) No, no. Slade had been in this business long enough to understand the art of haggling. Making one offer with the hidden intent to receive a counter offer with the desired result. Darhk's offer was not the one he had been looking for. For a second Slade considered making another, but quickly decided against it as he believed Darhk's offer to be more than sufficient incentive.
Very well Mister Darhk, I agree to your terms. Is there anything else you'll be needing before I go, or am I free to see myself out?
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 2:20 am
"By all means, you are free to go. Happy killing! Oh and send the Titans my regards." Damien said with a smile waiting for Deathstroke to turn and leave before his smile was no longer. And he would sit back at his desk typing on his touch screen monitor. There were meetings he needed to attend, investors to be greeted, and plans to be finalized. It was in the assassin's best interest to do his job and keep the Titans out of his hair.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 1:44 pm
 Beast Boy
Titan's Handsome Shapeshifter Back at Titans Tower, Beast Boy was on the phone talking obnoxiously loud. "Yeah, I can't believe the little pipsqueak got chosen over you. You're obviously the better Robin! And he has no people skills. Lemme tell ya...shoulda seen the brat at bre—Actually, Tim, on second thought I gotta call you back...." Beast Boy said abruptly, hanging up and looking to the smaller individual with a guilty look. Their arms were folded, irritated no doubt, but hell when wasn't this kid irritated? Irritated may as well have been his middle name—wait—that's another thing he hated about this kid! He didn't even know his name. Least d**k trusted them. Beast Boy couldn't even tell if this kid was on their side half times. Gar watched as Robin inspected him with a glare then moved past him, onward to the training room most likely. After the awkward confrontation, Gar ran his fingers through his hair and heaved a sigh of relief when he was gone. "Bitter brat..thinks he's so cool just cause he's the son of Batman, wah, wah, wah..." he mumbled under his breath then continued through the halls of the Tower.
He made his way to the kitchen and a grin appeared on his face. It was that time of the day. The best time where breakfast and dinner stood on the sidelines and lunch was at the forefront. And Beast Boy knew just what to make to satisfy his and everyone elses' appetites. "Tofu sandwiches coming up guys!" announced BB. He hadn't seen too many faces around today but knew they were here. It's how things were at Titans tower when they weren't off fighting super powered villains. Last week they handled H.I.V.E. relatively easy. Those ghost guys didn't know what hit him seeing as they had no powers, just guns, which made the task of knocking them out all the more easier. Heck, all Gar had to do was transform into a Rhino and mow them all down. With his trusty cooking apron on now, BB put on some music and started dancing as he prepared their food.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 2:20 pm
 Damian Wayne Son of the Bat, the current (better than Drake) Robin Robin looked over Beast Boy with a utter look of disdain. He hadn't even been worth his time to insult. Much like Todd. They both were idiots. Only difference is that Damian saw why Grayson recruited Beast Boy to be a Titan. His shape shifting gifts made him a valuable asset. As for why Father had chosen Todd, the verdict was undecided. Robin strode past the green chimp and made his way toward the training room. Unlike the others, Damian wanted to stay on his A game at all times. You never knew when trouble would come knocking and Damian for one, would not be surprised. He hated surprises just like he hated insubordination.
When he was posed the offer of joining these 'Titans', he believed Grayson meant that he'd be stepping down and needed a successor. Damian could be that and more. Instead he was met alongside several new Titans upon arrival making him nothing more than another prospect. And let it stand clear on the record that Damian Wayne was no prospect. He was going to be the best thing to ever happen to the Titans and in a couple months, would usurp Nightwing from his position as leader. How? It was simple. He would train rigorously like he had done all his life. He was bred to lead and bred to become Batman one day.
If the Titans were his stepping stone to getting started on that path then so be it. He would walk down the path with his head held tall and nothing would derail him. Marching further inside the training room, to his not surprise, the place was unoccupied. His lips curled into a sinister smile and after stretching properly, would begin to put himself through a series of extreme simulation challenges alone. And best not to be disturbed either unless it was absolutely dire. Otherwise, the consequences could be fatal.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 10:18 pm
 Donna stretched walking down the hall of the Titans Tower. She overheard Beast Boy bantering on about the better Robin. Pausing in the hall she noticed the tension thicken between Robin and Beast Boy and she steered clear in the other direction. Her black brows furrowed as she made her way to the living room. Hearing Gar exclaim about tofu sandwiches she cringed. A majority of the food he prepared went untouched. From the living room she looked out the wall to wall, floor to ceiling windows at the city across the lake. It was definitely beautiful out. Not in the slightest compared to her home island. But it was nice in of itself. After they took down part H.I.V.E's ghosts last week it felt oddly quiet in the tower. Well, apart from the rough housing and daily training. The tower almost seemed scarce with activity. Donna hoped they'd get another mission or at least some training from the League. Maybe even her sister would get to show them some battle moves or interrogation styles. Though it wasn't as fun since Wonder Woman had the lasso of truth. Turning her attention to the TV she flipped it on listening to the news. Maybe there would be some petty crime they could go stop to get out of this boredom lull.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 12:29 am
In less than one year, Wally had not only met his idol The Flash, gained super powers just like his, and in recent days, joined a team of like-minded young heroes that were directly under the Justice League. For the time being, Wally was allowed to move into the tower to make things easier on himself and seemingly the other team. To top it off, each and every one of them got a room all to themselves and Wally took immediate advantage of the occasion by decorating it to make it feel far from foreign. He made it a home away from home, comfortable enough for relaxation when the Titans weren't sent off on any missions. As enjoyable as it was being alone and all, he did his best to develop relationships with the people on the team.
Gar was an interesting one to say the least. His love for tofu was a little off-putting and didn't quite match up with Wally's kind of diet. A speedster had to consume a lot regularly to maintain themselves and that stuff just didn't cut it. No offense to him of course, he probably prided himself on the meals he made. Even from his room he could hear the music playing, most definitely coming from the kitchen area. Maybe one day he'd partake of one of his predominately tofu made meals but today was not one of those days. "Bleh.." A faint sound came from Wally, imagining himself attempting to eat the food.
Damian was excruciatingly painful to deal with. He didn't know it was possible for someone to be so young and yet so entitled and arrogant. Word in the tower is that he's the son of the Dark Knight himself, plus some other stuff that they weren't told. He probably believed he had some grand destiny he'd need to follow one day, assuming he'd get the chance to take up the mantle. That's something Wally would so bet money on. If they weren't briefing for a mission or on said mission, Wally preferred to just stay out of his way. Trained by Batman or not, he was positive he could take the little shrimp if it came down to who was the better, even with his super powers. There was something about Donna he couldn't really explain. He didn't talk to her much surprisingly considering his track record with the ladies but she at least seemed chill despite apparently being an Amazonian warrior. He was sure he'd see that side of her whenever they'd get some action.
Rising up on his bed, Wally turned his neck to the left to look at the time along his clock. It was still relatively earlier, part of him wanted to lounge for a bit more but the other half was telling him to get up, get ready, and mingle with his newfound teammates. After several seconds of zipping around the tower at super speed, Wally appeared within his room once more fully clothed with a long sleeved red shirt, black jeans, along with red and black shoes. Taking another few quick seconds, Wally picked up any remaining accessories on the floor that didn't belong and sat them in their appropriate places. Wally looked back over his room in a triumphant sense of confidence. Super speed always made things easier, he couldn't imagine his life without it now.
Stepping out through his room door, Wally waltzed out into the hallway and soon enough found himself in the main area that housed a large couch and a very wide screen TV. "Anything good? I gotta stretch my legs." He'd ask of the amazon as he hopped over the back end of the couch and onto the cushioned seats. "Don't get me wrong, this place is cool and all but being cooped up here, or anywhere for that matter is actual torture." Wally rested further onto the couch, throwing his hands behind his head to relax as his eyes narrowed onto the news.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 12:04 am
Past: Artemis Crock otherwise known as Artemis, child of two villains before her time. Her mother a now retired vigilante within the alias of Tigress. Her father, Sportsmaster. Then there was her sister, but that is a different story; Artemis stayed back when her sister decided to leave. She entangled herself in this mess of nothing but training, blood, sweat, and tears. Artemis had started training at a really early age, usually sparring with her older sister before she had gone to leave on her own--with the use of sharp weapons. This was her fathers way of training, rather a dog fight if it made sense. His sense of enjoyment; watching his only two daughters fight to the death even if they were really young. Present: As time progressed however, her father did his own business away from the home and her mother now retired, became a stay at home mom believing if she could change at even a later change, maybe her own example could change Artemis from her earlier years of training. This didn't cause much change though as Artemis garbed a revealing and disguised suit in hopes of possibly doing what was right. She used her training to progress her skills as she didn't want to give up this type of motivation in her life; and in turn, try to prove that she could use all the bad and turn it into something good. Artemis came up and around the corner into the kitchen. She had arrived from her mother's apartment in her motorcycle; she'd left her motorcycle helmet where the two wheeler stood in the hanger. Some artillery had been placed around that premises though she had no intention of looking at. Her motorcycle jacket still on, she crossed her arms and walked over to Beast Boy who was making food. "Ugh, Tofu. I'll pass." Making her way past the kitchen island and into the the lounging area where the couch was. Noticing Donna, a neutral smile appeared on her face as she sat cross legged. The ginger on the other hand caught her attention and a witty response chimed out of her mouth to the speedster. "You do know there is a terrace on the top of the building, right? And the city isn't too far away...you can zip on over there--the water isn't a problem for a speedster?"It had only been a few days since she had met the new speedster otherwise known as Wally West. She liked baffling him, but then again when did she not the others? The more mysterious she stayed the better as she thought so.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 7:29 am
 Ariadne didn't know what was worse, eating the green boy's food, or smelling it. She had tried, an honest attempt to not only eat but to satisfy his need to help, but she couldn't do it. Tofu was... hardly food. No, Ariadne had bought fast food that day... and every day since. Which was three days in a row now. Yeah, she was very new to the team. A team called the Titans and were a mixed bag of luck and costumes. They didn't kill; they helped and saved the day. and all that jazz. Since the moment she became part of the team, she trained. Aria needed it, badly. While she had thought she was awesome for teaching herself self-defence and freerunning... it seemed to be the easy part as the rest of this team was far beyond her skill level. Hell, even the cute as a button kid, Robin, was better than her! Figures, since he claimed to be the son of Batman. Then there was the fast guy... the wannabe Flash. He seemed okay, Aria figured. They were all a bit annoying really. Or maybe she just wasn't in the mindset to accept friends yet. Hell, the last time she trusted someone... they turned her into a spider and killed and ate her father like a Go-gurt. Maybe he needed more time, or maybe it just would never happen. She could be broken now. Did it even work like that? Trust being some fragile glass object that could never be repaired. Ariadne sighed as she punched the heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. Aria hated being stuck in her thoughts. It was always so dark in her mind these days. Hatred, fear, anger... revenge, maybe even Justice. The sound of someone approaching reached her sensitive ears, causing her to look to the training room entrance. Aria really didn't feel like being social, she leapt onto the wall and crawled across the expanse till she was over the entrance looking down at who would come in. She smelled him first, it was the boy, Robin. Aria was going to jump down but paused. If she stayed put maybe she could watch him train and get some pointers without having to be social... or get her a** beat by a kid. She stayed silent, barely breathing and she clung to the wall, black and red eyes following Robin as he entered the room for training. That's right little prey... impress me, she thought with a red velvet smile.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 1:07 pm
Damian Wayne Son of the Bat, the current (better than Drake) Robin During his simulation, Robin sat perched with microscopic goggles on his face and found himself staking out what appeared to be a docking bay for truck deliveries. There were a bunch of guys dressed in cheesy suits that reminded him of those old gangster movies he used to watch. "Hey boss where a thee's tings goin'" said one of the the thugs in a heavy Metropolis accent. The boss turned, he had a big unlit cigar in his mouth. He gave a half smirk to his underling, "Where do you think they're going y'nitwit? These here white tigers are going to the skinner. And I don't think I need to remind you how much dough we can get for that fur."
Robin stayed in the shadows and continued listening in on the conversation, not liking what he heard. Who did these guys think they were? Damian decided to get a better look at what these thugs cargo was and so lept down and hid behind some containers, so that he could see into the truck. In the back of the truck were two adult white tigers and two or three sets of cubs. They were crammed into cages that were way to small, and there was no sight of food or water anywhere. Robin clenched his fist and began to grind his teeth, he could sit and watch people be tortured or watch as someone's neck was snapped. But the sight of animals being mistreated was something he could not and would not stand for. He had a great love for animals and often times preferred their company over that of humans. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out a pair brass knuckles, putting them on. He didn't care whether or not these thugs saw him anymore. He was fully capable of taking them all down in the blink of an eye.
He revealed himself and they cried out, "It's the bird-brat! That means the Bat ain't far behind. Kill em' and lets get outta here." if only such a feat had been so easy. Maybe their plan would've gone right. But sadly for them, it wasn't. Robin cracked his knuckles sizing up each man beginning to circle him with a weapon in hand carefully. It reminded him of those old western movies he watched with Talia before they drew their guns at count and fired. Breaking the silence, the young Robin would inform, "I suppose you gibbering idiots know what happens next. You wake up in the hospital." they hesitated afterwards which was all the opening he needed, not that he really needed one taking one these low rate scum.
Robin proceeded to float like a butterfly doing somersaults and various other flips and stung each man like a bee with his fists. They took a little under thirty seconds to disarm and it took him just five seconds to refrain from dismembering them then and there. His biggest beef was now with the guy trying to scurry to the driver's side of the truck. When the guy got in, he was sweating, obviously nervous, scared, and unsure what to do. He was in a state of panic and had just now realized the keys weren't in ignition. He slowly turned his head to the sound of the keys dinging sound and next to him sat the Boy Wonder. His eyes widened and Damian's turned into a glare punching him in the throat for his troubles. He held back though so the strike wouldn't kill him just leave him gasping for air. The boss slowly opened the door with one hand and the other holding his throat as Robin casually got out and met him at the front of the vehicle. His Katana in hand ready to finish the simulation when something interrupted him.
He could hear someone else and feel eyes on him. Someone dared to think they could sneak up on the son of Batman? Pathetic. They were barely even silent about it. When he saw it wasn't in the sim however, Damian proceeded to knock the guy out with the butt of his sword. Which meant the simulation was over now. However for a moment, he stood allowing whoever it was spectating to continue as they were while he quietly dug into his utility belt and brought out a trio of throwing stars. Turning swiftly as he threw the projectiles at the entrance wall behind him aiming to bruise if possible.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 12:29 am
His attention was taken from the amazon and to one of his fellow new Titan recruits. The look he gave her would imply to those around them that he did not favor her in the slightest. She had a big mouth for one, bigger than his and he liked to talk a lot, belittle the bad guys and what not only she seemed to do it to her allies as well. He turned sideways before speaking, resting his right arm on the back of the couch. "Uh, who are you again? I don't remember asking you, irrelevant archer number one." Wally responded defensively. He knew exactly who she was but that didn't exactly stop him from thinking any less of her or her intent of messing with him. Roy Harper was already on the team, a better archer and someone he respected more than Artemis. If anything, she was cramping his style. Not like he was trying to flirt with Donna or anything, she had to have been a few years older than him but the fact that Artemis felt the need to interject bothered him to his core.
"I mean like, why isn't anyone robbing a bank or other villainy activities? At this point I'd even take a cat stuck in a tree." Wally's eyes sunk lower, almost closing but left open as he stared in a blank state. At least when he was under Barry full time there was no shortage of criminals running amok. He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing but at least he was occupied, free to stretch his legs and hone his abilities. The Rogues made great punching bags.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 12:51 am
Beast Boy
Titan's Handsome Shapeshifter The radio's music was playing pretty loud but Gar decided to turn it down when he overheard Artemis' comment to Wally. He rose his dark green eyebrows and was interested in hearing what the speedster had to say in response. It has to be good right? Cause speedsters were always good with quips to the bad guys. At least, that's the impression he was under. He traded his attention between the tofu he was making, which was almost done, and his comrades of three days. Boy would he love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. You know a front row seat and all. Then it hit him, he could! Besides, he was finished with the tofu anyway and any other time would've probably shouted something along the lines of 'tofu's ready come and get you some you guys!' but he didn't. Not today.
It was sad but this was the most action they'd seen in days. So the criminals were definitely to blame for this argument right now. A argument Beast Boy was not about to miss. Transforming into a fly, he whizzed by his comrades and landed on the wall next to the mounted flat-screen and just listened in. "Uh, who are you again? I don't remember asking you." Beast Boy covered his mouth letting out a 'ooooh' which came out as a murmur to the rest of the group.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 1:07 am
The best thing she could describe Robin being was... an over dramatic cat. It was a perfect fit for a description. He was snooty, self-absorbed, and thought himself ruler of the world. Well... and he was cute as the dickens. Yes, a cat fit him purrfectly. Pun included. Aria proceeded to watch what he picked to train with, and how he took down the baddies. It barely took him long enough for him to break a sweat. It was a bit odd that he would choose stolen tigers as what to save. Aria just made a mental note that he was in fact a cat person. What was certain was that this kid was shockingly well trained. It was not unlike watching one of those fighting choreographed movies. Aria doubted that she would ever be half that good. It was then that the kid knocked out the Sim guy instead of killing him that she figured that for all his skills he lacked the ability... or maybe permission to kill. And thus.. useless to her. The simulation ended with her frowning, still watching her target till it was time to reveal herself. That time came sooner than she thought as the boy turned suddenly, throwing something her way. Her eyes went wide and in a split second, leapt off to the side before continuing that momentum and leaping towards the young boy. Had he really just thrown.... Ninja stars at her? Aria flung out her arms, shooting out a few short rapid blasts of webbing his way. Tit for tat. "You missed, kitten." Aria loved talking smack with her prey, it was the best part in her opinion.
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