Summary: An old man tells of how the last titan brought down the killer of his team-mates

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything in this one-shot except the plot and Richard who I deemed special enough to name after Robin. He's not Robin though so don't get your knickers in a twist (I need to stop watching UKTV).


Last One Standing

An old man of around sixty years old sat in a chair in front of the young heroes in training and began to speak.

"Settle down all of you. Do you want to hear what happened to the last of the Teen Titans or not?" he said with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice at the end. All of the children settled down immediately.

"Ok now where did we leave off?"

A boy around 12 years old raised his hand.

"Yes Richard do you remember?"

The boy called Richard hesitated for a second before sharing his answer.

"Well the last titan had gotten knocked out and the other titans were fighting Slade who had risen again"

"Ok then" said the man smiling slightly "On with the story. He awoke and as he did…"

He awoke and as he did a feeling of dread hit him.

There's something I'm feeling

There's something that's wrong

He checked his surroundings and the streets around him told him everything he needed to know.

These streets are revealing

In the early morn

He struggled to remember what had happened during the fight that had occurred the night before.

The war was last night

Remembering he had been badly wounded in the fight he looked at his side where a red stain was still slowly spreading.

These wounds are not healed

It was a wonder he was still alive with his massive blood loss.

If we keep believing

Then we got to feel

He staggered to his feet and looked at his fallen comrades

As it goes

By the story that's already told

He didn't need a doctor to tell that they were all dead

Comes a time when we all must let go

What had happened to them?

What happened to the story

It didn't take him long to remember

Discontent it cuts inside

Slade

It's not meant to be this lonely

We were never meant to fail

He looked at them more closely

There's something that's crawling

One had been crushed

In my skin

Lying next to him in a pool of blood another had had their throat slashed freeing him from the wreckage

Emotions are falling

Cyborg's limbs littered the room as he had been decapitated to the extent that no one would be able to repair him

As it begins

The last had been suffocated.

I lost all my virtues, long ago

As he looked at them tears came to his eyes

I didn't want to hurt you but now we know

As it goes

By the story that's already told

Comes a time when we all must let go

What happened to the story

After a short while he came to a grim resolve

Discontent it cuts inside

He would find Slade

It's not meant to be this lonely

And he would kill him

We were never meant to fail

Never meant to fail

Never meant to fail

As it goes

He hunted Slade down

By the story that's already told

And it wasn't long before he caught up to him

Comes a time when we all must let go

After a long fight Slade finally went down

What happened to the story

Only then did the last of the titan allow himself to cry

Discontent it cuts inside

He cried for his friends that had fallen

It's not meant to be this lonely

That could never rise again

We were never meant to fail

We were never meant to fail

They were never meant to fail so how did this happen?

We were never meant to fail

Why did this happen?

We were never meant to fail

We were never meant to fail

"With Slade dead he went home to the tower for a week before coming here to teach young heroes in the hope that they would not have a hard time of it as he did"

The bell rang and the children started to file out of the classroom.

Richard was the last to leave and before he did he asked one question.

"Mr. Logan is he still alive?"

Logan smiled a far away smile.

"Yes he is and he might be closer than you think. Now hurry up or you'll be late for your next class."

Richard nodded and ran off down the hall.

Logan looked down at his hand and began to fiddle with the ring that rested snugly on his middle finger keeping his identity safe.

After all these years he hadn't forgotten and he would pass on the story to make sure the world never would either.


How was that? Please people Read and Review I have writers block with my other stories because this one was nagging at me so I've published it so you guys can tell me what you think of it.