Hero or Villian?
Written by IGAF-kun
Summary:Where is the line that seperates Hero & Villian? The Titans learn that there is more to an enemy than meets the eye when a warrior comes to Earthto kill Raven.
Disclaimer: If I owned Teen Titans then I would have money, which I do not.
Author's Note: This story idea has been bugging me for awhile now and I finally decided to post it! Yay! It takes place before "The End" and crosses over with my favorite video game series. I'll let you try and figure it out. The Pairings are gonna be revealed later on in the fic, and none of the Titans will be forgotten.
The warm moist air whipped through the buildings and streets in the early morning, enveloping everything it touched with a warm kiss of fresh dew. Most of the normally busy streets sat desolate in the early hours as the sun began to rise. Of course the time, which was 4:26 AM, might have had something to do with it. Despite the beauty of the peace and quiet, Bubba growled in annoyance as his large tractor-trailer drove quickly down the highway. "Damn it. At this rate I'll never get there on time." Robert "Bubba" Bates, former gang member and father of one, gritted his teeth as he approached the exit ramp that lead into the city.
Jump City, next right. Exit 258.
He wearily glanced out his window towards the ocean at the giant "T" shaped building just past the shoreline and scoffed. "Teen Titans... Ha. Superheroes my ass." It wasn't like Bubba hated the Titans because of what they did daily. Quite the contrary, actually. The teenage crime fighting team had saved his life from the motorcyclist nut-job Johnny Rancid after his tires had been shot out from under him, causing his diesel to veer out of control into a light pole. He was very thankful that they got him out just before his truck blew up, and that they even went out of their way to take him to a hospital for treatment.
Unfortunately, it was also his first day on the job working for the multi-million dollar corporation in Gotham called Wayne Industries. That was one job he didn't keep very long. And of course it was all the Titans fault. If they hadn't chased that crack-pot Rancid to the interstate, it never would've happened. "Stupid kids. Batman or Superman never'da let that happen..." He took a right at the stoplight and began to head closer to his destination. Bubba tried to concentrate as his eyes drooped shut for a few moments, exhausted from the long drive. A large flash of light snapped him back to attention. At first he thought he had seen the headlights of a car or motorcycle, but as his eyes darted back and forth, he saw nothing.
"I need some coffee." He turned the steering wheel slightly to the right to guide the big-rig back into the proper lane just as his headlights something reflective. The big man blinked. There, in the middle of the road, stood a figure of some sort, with his back facing the diesel. Instinctively he slammed his foot on the breaks and blared down on the horn to get the stranger's attention. But deep down, he knew that he wouldn't stop in time, and the person didn't even begin to move. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the sound of the impact.
Yep. Just another normal day in Jump City.
The Titans Tower was eerily quiet as the hooded Goth hovered above the ground in the kitchen with her cup of herbal tea in hand. That was how Raven liked it. Peace and quiet. Well, at least how she normally liked it.
The sickeningly sweet sounds of Starfire's naïve voice asking endless questions to Robin and Cyborg's explosive trademark "Booya!" in beating BeastBoy at the Gamestation were always annoying to her, and she did enjoy the silence in the early morning hours. But today was different. As she gazed into her cup, the soft red glow upon her forehead reflected off the tea, its light dim, but foreboding. A single tear cascaded down her cheek and landed a few inches from her cup.
Raven gave a weary sigh at the distant sound of shattering glass. "Not much longer..." When she reached the large couch in the common room, she decided that it was time for a little meditation. Taking a final sip of her beverage, she levitated a little above the cushions and began to quietly chant her mantra, her tea in her lap. "Azerath, Metrion, Zinthos." The world began to melt away as she focused her mind and to bury the despair deep inside...
Elsewhere...
In a dark room, deep inside the tower, a small green cat poked its head out from under the bed. 'Dude... What happened to my lightbulb?'
Please R&R! I'm begging here!