I am just going to say this now. This will mostly be a Star and Robin romance, but there will be Beast Boy and Raven throughout this. All my Teen Titans stories will have a BB/Rae and Star/Robin romance. All of them are like that. Anyways, yet again, while I was writing The Beast Within, this popped up in my head. So, I just had to write it down. (I need to stop doing that. Usually, when I do that, it pushes the other stories back and keeps the audience waiting impatiently for me to write more of the other story. Why do you think Broken, one of my other stories, is taking so long?)
I don't think anyone has had this idea before, but, if it's like someone's story, I am completely and utterly sorry. I have never read one, so it would not be copying. This is just a warning, or, whatever. I like to call it 'running my big mouth'. I hope this strikes some sort of interest in ya'll. Hopefully, it will. Anyways, enjoy!
....A small person note....does Slade seem....gay to any of ya'll? Sorry, that just popped up in my head. Ignore me.....
She was thrown back against his chest, knocking the breath out of them both, and sending them flying back into the world of rusted metal and discarded rubbish. Robin and Starfire rolled for a minute before their shoulders' hit the hard metal roof of an overturned car, and their grunts rang out at the impact. The vitality of the hit sent the old rusty car back on flat tires, and the ground quivered at the shock of the heavy collision. Starfire, sprawled atop his chest, her long legs tangled with his, lifted her top half up with her arms, unintentionally pushing her lower body down against his, and looked down at him, her long hair forming a red curtain around them both. "Robin, are you damaged?"
He shook his head, watching her above him with amusement at their compromising position, and gave a heart-filled grin. "No, Star, I'm fine. Just a little bruised." She grinned back at him, rolled off to the side, much to his displeasure, got to her feet, and held out a hand to help him up. He took it and was immediately jerked up at her strength, both ready to attack Cinderblock. The titans were still bewildered at why Cinderblock would destroy a simple junkyard, but Robin intended to find out.
Raven levitated, metal chunks from the junkyard swirling around her like a dance, encased in a black blaze. She said her legendary incantation and sent the hunks at Cinderblock, the force knocking him to the ground. He was up again in an instant, and backhanded Raven, sending her flying back, her abdomen on fire from the hard hit it took. Beast Boy morphed into a large green panda and caught her just as her back hit his chest hard, and his breath came out in comical huff. He grunted, his large paws wrapping around her to keep her from sliding, his arms practically consuming her torso. He let her slid down slowly, placed her on her feet gently, and morphed into a ram, butting his head into Cinderblocks huge legs, which caught the large...rock villain, off guard causing him to stumble backwards into a mountain of crushed cars.
Raven shook of the warmth that filled her when Beast Boy had held her, and attacked again. I need to stop that, she chastised herself, taking in a deep breath of the pungent air and grimacing when she did so.
Cyborg blasted at Cinderblock with his cannon, sending tiny chunks of rocks flying. Cinderblock charged at Cyborg, swatted him like a fly, and stumbled forward when Star let her star bolts fly. She brought back her hand with rapidity, each bolt knocking pieces of rock off him. Robin threw his small metal grenades at the rock giant, and, as he had planned, they fell into Cinderblock's open mouth. Knowing what was going to happen, Robin tackled Star to the ground, protecting her with his body as Raven shielded Beast Boy and Cyborg with her powers, creating a black dome around the teens.
Cinderblock gave a finial scream as he was blown up from the inside, large rocks flying everywhere, some big enough to do major damage, others too small to do any harm. Starfire turned her head to the side, so it was now buried in Robin's chest, just as a huge rock fell beside them, creating a depression. Her fingers dug into his side lightly as a storm of rocks fell upon him and around them. It seemed as if it would never end, the rain of rocks and stone, and Robin's cape fell the side so now rocks beat his back with a bruising force. But as long as Star was safe, he could take the minor bruises and pain.
Star obviously noticed, and grabbed the edge of his cape, her arms snaking under him and she threw it the best she could behind him, and her other hand caught the edge of the tough cloth, so now his back was protected. She had to lean up to do so, and when he glanced over, she gave a quick smile, but the closeness of his face made her flush a light pink. She held the ends of the cape, so it would not fall to the side again, laying back down, and the movement brought him closer to her, intimately closer, not that he minded of course. But it would have been better if a shower of rocks were not beating against him.
But, hey, beggars can't be choosers. And, anyways, he would never get this close to her again, much to his disgruntlement. He, for some unknown reason, was always shy around her, blushing and everything, trying to impress her. But, she always seemed impressed with him. He had never done that before, blushed or avoided eye contact when she threw one of her gorgeous grin as him; that is, until he met Star. There were a lot of things he had never done before he met Starfire.
The junkyard was silent again; the only sound was the light tapping of small rocks rolling against the ground. Robin lifted up, checking around him to make sure that was all of the debris, and glanced down at Star. She smiled at him, her hair fanned around her, and he couldn't help but smile back. He sat up, pulling her with him, and they slowly got to their feet, surveying the damage.
The shield around Raven and the others vanished, but holding her powers that long left her weak. She unconsciously leaned against Beast Boy's shoulder, and he held her waist to keep her up. She must not notice, Beast Boy thought as he looked around. He, along with the rest of the team, caught movement, a quick dart of a shadow under the piles of cars, and it was not the shadow of an animal, but a tall human.
Robin chased it, and when he disappeared behind the cars, Beast Boy let Starfire hold Raven up while he and Cyborg went to check one what was going on. Then, Robin was thrown back, landing at Starfire and Raven's feet, and flipped his body up quickly, ready to attack. His masked eyes scanned the lot, searching, waiting, as a hunter would with his prey. He had never seen the man's face. He had been thrown back so suddenly he never had the chance, but he knew whom it was. Slade.
Then Star saw it, the quick flash of light against metal. It had not been there before, and the shape, she now saw, was like a ray gun she had seen in one of Cyborg's magazines of mechanical parts and well built machines. And it was aimed for Robin.
She thought fast. With her free hand, she grabbed Robin's cape and threw him to the side, knocking him out of harms way, and tried to move Raven by pushing her already weak body aside, but it was too late for them both, for a blinding white beam shot out of the ray like gun, as quick as a flicker of a camera light, and they were thrown back against the rubble, sending it crashing on top of them. The last thing they both heard was their names being screamed by teammates and the sound of footsteps slowly becoming dimmer. Then, obscurity consumed them.
"No!" he roared, slamming down a fist hard, the metal denting under the pressure. He glared at the screen that flashed the codes of DNA from the other two titans, the ones who got in the way of his plan. He wanted Robin's genetic material, not these two. He wanted a carbon copy of his should-be-apprentice, not these two so-called warriors from different planets. The light was almost like a camera, photocopying what it snapped, and in this case, it was the exact DNA that flowed through the human body, the body that was supposed to be Robin's.
"Sir, if I may say something," he servant said in a composed, serene tone. The old man, who was about seventy, with white hair slicked back against his wrinkled head gently set a teacup down by his master's hands, never flinching when the cold liquid was thrown in his face not seconds later. He merely moped it off with the back of his white-gloved hand, folding them behind his back after he cleared most of the dark liquid off. He was thankful that Master Slade had ordered cool tea instead of his usual hot coffee.
"What?" Slade asked calmly, cooling his temper, watching the DNA flashing across his large screen. That should be Robin's.
"These two, as I have gathered, are strong willed, and the young master Robin seems to take a penchant to the red head. If you duplicate her and the other girl, who seems much stronger than your late apprentice, Terra, and use them for malevolence, the world, police force, will think that the two titans have turned on the world, and will become despised by all, wanted dead by millions, therefore, leaving Master Robin dejected. He might, if he is anything like you, find out that they are clones, but will be powerless to stop the firm grip of the law. He would practically bow down to you when his lover and friend are put to death." Slade glanced at the old man, interested, but his face was composed in apathy. The elderly man paused, waiting for a response to go on with his idea that would most likely be tossed aside, since he was merely just a butler.
"Go on." Slade said, crossing his feet at the ankles and leaning back in his chair, and the butler knew that was a sign that he was engrossed in the idea.
"And," the old man continued, "you can use the two clones of the titans to do whatever you please: robbing a bank, theft, murder. And the world will think that the titans have bowed to evil, leaving the world, and, Master Robin, in your hands. But it is merely a word from a lowly servant." The old man stood back, hands clasped behind of his old body again, and waited for his master's reply, whether he was to be damned to the depths of his master's hell, or to be praised for his idea. Since the old man had been the one to raise and look after Master Slade, he prepared himself for the depths of despair and of misery.
Silence penetrated the lair like a thick miasma, choking the life and will out of the people resided in the large den, but the old man had no will left in him, so he was unaffected by the thick silence.
"I think you have a point old man. I have noticed the deep affection Robin seems to hold for this alien girl, and, if the law does not stop them, I will program the clones to do the job for me." He tapped long fingers against the cold metal of the desk. "But...to do so...I will need them. Just their DNA will not work with the device I have created." He pressed a small button, which sent a message to all of his robot minions, and when they gathered in front of him like an army, he gave orders.
Leaning back in his winged-backed chair, Slade smiled behind the mask. "Soon, Robin. Soon, you will be mine."
Not five minutes after being hit with the bright light, Raven and Star were up again, groaning at the ache filling their bodies. Slowly they were brought to their feet.
"What happened?" Starfire asked, rubbing her forehead, then thrusting all ten fingers through her hair to knock out some of the rocks. Robin glanced around, glaring at the nothing in particular; finally, his eyes softened behind the façade of his mask when they settled on Star, who now looked fine, save for the dust coating her. She quickly dusted her skirt off, and Raven sneezed. Beast Boy laughed softly.
"We don't know what happened. The minute you were hit, Slade ran off," Robin said, his eyes roaming over Star's figure, but she was oblivious to the fact.
"How do you know it was Slade?" Cyborg asked, thumbing a rock of his metal shoulder and watching it with mild amusement as it bounced around before settling on the red-dirt ground.
"I just know." Starfire glanced up at him, wishing she could smooth out the hardness his handsome features held.
"Shall we return home, then?" Star asked calmly.
"Yeah, I guess we better." Poised in air, Starfire waited calmly for the rest of the team to head out. But they never had the chance. Hundreds of Slade's robotic army attacked. When Robin attacked, fury driving him, he never noticed that more than half of the army was attacking the females of the team. None of the males noticed it, all too busy attacking with every ounce of strength they could muster.
They just kept coming. When Star would blast one, two more would take the place of the fallen robot. And when two grabbed her from behind, she barely had a chance to fight back before six of the minions walked up to her, one holding a syringe in his hand, filled with a clear liquid. She kicked out, knocking two of the six back, blasting the rest with her eyes. She brought her elbows back, ramming it into the abdomen of both robots behind her. She flew up, but she was jumped by a robot, slammed to the ground, and held down. No matter how she struggled or blasted, she could not shake them off her. One of the cronies covered her mouth with a hand so she could not get the attention of the other titans by screaming.
Glancing around with panic, she noticed Raven was also being held down, a hand clamped roughly over her mouth so she could not say her incantation. Star watched helplessly as one of the robots shoved the syringe into Raven's arm and push the liquid drug inside her.
Starfire went still for a second, then bucked wildly, taking the robots off guard. And when she caught sight of another robot with the syringe, her fighting became stronger, more panicked. She kicked out, throwing many off her, but they ambushed her again, this time, holding her down painfully so she had to fight to even lift her arms and legs up. Slade's minion, the one with the syringe, plunged the long needle into her stomach, since it was the only skin visible because other robots were holding down every other part of her body. The liquid was hot inside her, painfully hot, scorching her blood, but her skin felt cold.
The pain was excruciating and she almost whimpered, but kept quite. Her struggling started to weaken as the drug ran through her veins, mixing with her blood. Her breathing became shallow, and God, she was so tired. She couldn't keep her eyes open much longer. She just wanted to curl up in a warm bed and fall into an endless sleep, never to wake up. Her eyes started to flutter shut, her lids becoming heavier every time she blinked and she could not keep them from drooping. The images above her were blurry and she was starting to lose feeling in her body, the hotness in her blood cooling. Everything felt numb. Tired. So tired. And her eyes slowly closed.