No More, No More

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We're all gone. Every last one of us. No more Teen Titans, no more Titans East, no more Young Justice, and no more Justice League. We're all gone. We're here, but we aren't. There's none of us left. Good guys, I mean.

I don't know what happened to the others. All I know is what happened to us. The Teen Titans. We were all that I truly cared about. We were all that I needed in the world. We were the good guys. We were the protectors, not only of the City, but of each other.

Robin protected all of us. Even if he couldn't, even though we could take care of ourselves, he wouldn't hear of it. If there was a way in which he could help, he would. He had faith in all of us, but he was still protective. Who wouldn't be. I know I was. But there was nothing I could do for them. For us.

Starfire protected all of us. She didn't know that she was half the time, but she was keeping us pure. She was shielding us from the world in such a way that we saw everything. She helped us grow. She kept us truly alive. That's more than I've ever done for the team, for myself even. She did it for us without question though.

Cyborg protected all of us. Not only with tower security and being able to control Beastboy's more insane ideas. He protected us by avenging us. He knew when to stand down and let us fight for ourselves, but if he thought we needed help, he was there. He saved me, he protected me, he guided me. He did it for everyone else to. He did it for all of us.

Beastboy protected all of us. Nobody got to tell him though. Nobody was able to tell him that it was his insanity, his jokes, his idiocy, which drove us up the walls, that kept the rest of us sane. He joked and he played, he truly lived. He lived despite ridicule and abandonment. He, who come called inhuman, was the most human. But nobody was able to tell him. Nobody could tell him that he inspired us.

What of me? Raven. What did I ever do for the team? I did my best. It wasn' t good enough though, in the end. I don't know what I provided for the team. What I was to the team. A girlfriend, a tactician, a bookworm, a freak, a saint, a demon. I've been called those before, but by others, not by them. Not by my team, my friends, my family. What was I to them? I couldn't tell you.

But they tell me all the time. They whisper things from the past into my ears. Into my very mind. Constantly cooing into my ears, whispering sweet nothings from better days. From when we were all together. From when Starfire asked me about Robin and earth-girl-feelings. From when Cyborg asked me to help him with the T-Car. From when Robin asked me to never give up on the team. From when Beastboy...from when Beastboy...

Beastboy hasn't stopped whispering to me. Always telling me jokes, the same ones over and over again. I know each one by heart. None of them have stopped talking, but Beastboy continues to be loudest. Only Cyborg rivals him. They whisper, and I whisper, and everyone else stares.

We're all gone. Every last one of us. No more Teen Titans. No more good guys. No more. No more, no more, no more...

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-End-

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A/N: Written for the usual LJ community, in about 15 minutes. Virtual eons ago. The word to use was "Whisper".

Disclaimer: I own no rights to the series Teen Titans, and never shall for that matter. I am but a mere fan, using the characters from said show in her writings, meager as they may be.