Fan Fiction ❯ Anything, Anytime, Anywhere, For You ❯ Four Forty Seven AM, Again ( Chapter 22 )

Anything, Anytime, Anywhere, For You

 

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Four-Forty Seven a.m., Again”

 

A/N: Firstly, I've decided to do “Review Replies” at the end of the chapter from now on; instead of the beginning. As for today's chapter, sorry it took longer than usual to update. I had finished it on Sunday; re-wrote it on Monday, and finally became happy with it on Tuesday. Sorry for the delay, but that's why. Also, since they've been such great readers/reviewers/stalkers, I've decided to dedicate this chapter to Caitlyn and Paula. I used to dedicated each chapter to someone when I wrote, and I realized I haven't been doing that; so I thought I'd start again. Anyway, enough of my ranting - story time!

 

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They were all thinking the same thing.

It was four-forty seven a.m. when it began. Whether that was coincidence, chance or fate; none of them ever found out. However that was the exact time the first knock hit the door of Titan's Tower; and the first sound waves began echoing off the walls, seeking out ears.

 

Normality had returned to Titan's Tower; the Titans had readjusted to Earth, to Jump City, and to their lives. Yes, things had changed and they would never be exactly as they had been before the trip to Tamaran; but they had become normal. Just as normal as they had been when Shady knocked on the door at four-forty seven a.m. and started this entire ordeal.

 

Now, after all was supposedly “said and done”, there was another knock in the middle of the night; once again, at four-forty seven a.m.

 

Beast Boy was neither asleep or in his own room when the knocking began. He was in Raven's room, sitting on her bed, going through a box of her stuff. Normally doing something like that would have been unthinkable; but Raven was not only allowing him to do it, she was sitting right next to him while he did it.

 

It had been one of Beast Boy's ideas. He had talked to Raven about it that very day, and she'd surprised him by agreeing. Beast Boy was well aware that he cared for Raven deeply, she obviously returned his feelings as well; but that did not change the fact they knew very little about each other, and it did not alter the fact they were complete polar opposites personality wise.

 

“Raven, we've both been heartbroken before. We both know how bad that sucks. And I really don't want that to happen again. So maybe if we knew more about each other we can avoid some problems. So I went through my room and got all my old stuff, and put it in this box.” At this point Beast Boy had handed her an old cardboard box filled with everything from his entire stand-up routine on cassette tapes, to an old teddy bear, to his comic book collection. “So like, you can go through all this stuff, cause it's stuff I like. And maybe I could go through your stuff? I won't mess with anything dangerous! And who knows, maybe we'll find something we both like, y'know?”

 

Raven had agreed, and it made Beast Boy grin. He had half-expected a battle over the idea; he assumed he'd have to beg to get his way. He had been wrong. Not only had she allowed him to go through her stuff (he was told to stay away from her spellbooks, though, just as he had expected) but now she was actually listening to one of his old comedy tapes on cassette. (His old cassette player was in the box too, and Raven had taken advantage of it.)

 

Raven had a small smile on her face; and she was struggling to hide it.

 

“I see you, you know. You're laughing at my jokes! I knew it! You do think I'm funny.” Beast Boy couldn't hold his tongue. Raven rolled her eyes at him as she shut off the cassette player and took the headphones off.

 

“I was laughing, but not at the jokes.” Raven tossed him the headphones and Beast Boy wasted no time in securing them over his big green ears. When Raven turned the cassette player back on, Beast Boy sighed in defeat.

 

“Dude, I didn't know this tape was in there. I made it when I was like seven, of course it sucks.” Beast Boy took the headphones off and set them down on the bed.

 

“You're voice when you were seven; now that can make me laugh.” Raven replied.

 

“Harsh Rae. Very harsh.” Beast Boy responded with a frown. She shook her head in amusement and then returned to the cardboard box in front of her. Beast Boy went back to rooting through her room on his own exploration.

Then something caught his eye. It was a small jewelry box sitting on Raven's nightstand, next to her mirror. A jewelry box in a teenage girl's room was hardly a common sight - for normal people. Raven did not fit into that category. Beast Boy had never once seen her wear jewelry; he never even entertained the notion that she owned jewelry. Which raised an interesting question, if Raven never wore jewelry; what was in that small black box?

 

Beast Boy reached for it; then he stopped. The box was normal looking; and the mirror next to it was normal looking. Beast Boy knew, however, that the mirror was far from normal. It was portal into Raven's mind, it was her tool to communicate with her emotions; and it was proof that `normal' looking things could be very dangerous if found in Raven's room.

Opening the jewelry box was probably a bad idea. He should at least ask Raven about it first. That was a smart, mature, respectful thing to do.

Of course, if he asked her, she might say no. Then he wouldn't know what was in the box; and that would drive him crazy. Beast Boy bit his bottom lip and began to chew on it as he attempted to rationalize the situation. On the one hand, curiosity killed the cat. So he'd just have to make sure he did not transform into a cat for a few days, that's all.

 

Beast Boy had the jewelry box in his hands, he was ready to lift the lid; and then the knocking began, right at four-forty seven a.m. Beast Boy quickly pocketed the jewelry box out of habit and then turned himself around on the bed so he was facing the bedroom door. Raven was also staring at the door; apparently unaware of Beast Boy or the box.

 

“What was that?” Beast Boy asked.

 

“Sounded like the front door.” Raven replied. She turned her head to the clock on her nightstand and one of her eyebrows rose on her head. “A bit late for visitors, don't you think?”

 

Raven stood up and began walking towards the door. Beast Boy wasted no time in stopping her. He transformed into a humming bird, flew past her head, and then became his normal self once again right inside the doorway. Raven stopped just in front of him and did not waste time with words; she merely gave him a look that clearly said: “What are you doing?”

“Raven, stop. Don't answer the door.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Hello-ooooo? Don't you remember what happened last time someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night?” Beast Boy asked, waving his arms around frantically. Beast Boy was referring to Shady's initial visit; the visit that had started everything.

 

Raven sighed. “Beast Boy, move.”

 

Beast Boy shook his head. “No way dude, bad stuff happens when we answer the door in the middle of the night.”

 

Raven narrowed her eyes, but asked him in a softer voice. “Please move.”

 

Beast Boy remained steadfast. “Rae, trust me, answering the door is a mistake.”

 

“Move.” This time Raven's voice was anything but soft; and it was anything but a request.

“Rav-eeeeeeeeen!” Beast Boy hadn't even finished saying her name when the a black aura surrounded him and he found himself thrown backwards across the room. He landed safely on the bed (Raven hadn't tried to hurt him), but he had still been moved. Beast Boy quickly jumped up to try to stop Raven; but the door was already open and the Goth had vanished.

 

“Oh weak.” Beast Boy sprinted from the bed and ran into the hallway. He hurried down the hallway to the top of the stairs that lead into the living room; where he had to skid to a halt to stop from crashing into Raven's back. Beast Boy was about to open his mouth to speak to her, when he noticed two things. One, she was obviously not opening the door; and two, Starfire and Robin were making an even bigger scene.

 

Beast Boy looked down into the living room and realized that the knocking had waked up all five Titans. Cyborg was standing at the other end of the staircase, also staring at the scene unfolding in the middle of the living room. Robin was halfway to the front door; and Starfire was latched around his shoulders trying to hold him back. Of course, Starfire was winning.

 

“Star, let me go. We have to answer the door.” Robin panted as he struggled in her grip.

 

“No! Do you not remember Shadarias and the last time this happened?” Starfire responded.

 

“Dude, what I tell ya Rae! I'm not so crazy! Starfire agrees with me!” Beast Boy pointed out.

 

“Yeah, and we all know Starfire's a rational person.” Raven's witty reply snapped back. She'd admit it was a strange coincidence; but that's all it was. Someone was knocking on the door now. Shady had knocked on the door once, and that had begun the entire ordeal. The ordeal was over now; and there was no reason to believe that whatever was knocking on the door this time would be anything at all like last time.

 

“Starfire, it could be important!” Robin tried to reason.

 

“Starfire, let him get the door. Please.” Raven asked, irritation creeping into her voice.

 

“Star, don't let him anywhere near the door!” Beast Boy shouted loudly.

 

“Starfire. I. Need. To. Open. That. Door!” Robin was struggling against his alien girlfriend's arms, but he wasn't strong enough to break her grip. He was speaking through gritted teeth now as he pushed with every last ounce of strength in his body - which was nothing compared to the Tamaranian.

 

“Dick Grayson I can hear your voice; now open this door!”

 

All five of the Titans froze instantly. The knocking had stopped; and shouting had taken its place. The voice was loud, female, and it knew Robin by his given name. After a moment of shocked silence, all eyes whipped around to Robin.

“We're not in any danger.” Robin announced. Starfire's grip around him loosened and he slipped out and began walking towards the door, slowly. He had recognized the voice in an instant; and he had formed a million questions since then. He now knew who was at the other side of the door, he just didn't know why - and he wasn't in a hurry to find out.

 

Robin opened the front door of Titan's tower; and the moment he did a redheaded woman pushed her way inside and began looking around the tower as if she was searching for someone in hiding. She looked to be slightly older than most of the Titans - perhaps closer to Raven's age (18) than the others. Her hair was a bright red and it flowed down her back, and she was wearing a trenchcoat. Shady had been wearing a trenchcoat. That was just another strange coincidence - or at least Robin was hoping so.

 

“Where is he, Dick?” The redhead asked as she turned back around to face Robin.

It was a strange sight. The unknown redhead was standing in the center of the living room, with Starfire, Raven, Beast Boy and Cyborg forming a semi-circle behind her, each of them wearing a different expression. Beast Boy and Cyborg looked completely confused - and they were. Starfire had a strangely calm face; something about an attractive redhead with a mysterious connection to her boyfriend showing up in the middle of the night didn't set well with her. Raven had a blank stare on her face, but her eyes told a different story. She knew more than the others did.

 

“Where is who, Babs?” Robin asked.

 

“Bruce. Last time anyone saw him was with you. So where is he?” The woman - `Babs' - replied.

 

“What?” Robin's attention was full and undivided now; as was that of all the other Titans. “Bruce left a few days after we got back, Babs. I haven't seen or spoken to him since.”

 

The woman - Babs - closed her eyes for a moment. It was as if she had already known this, but was only now receiving proof. There was a pause. Then Babs spoke again, this time in a hollow, grim voice. “Bruce never came back to Gotham. I . . . I thought he was still with you.”

 

Babs shook her head and began walking back towards the front door. “Sorry I woke you up, Dick. I have to head back and tell dad -”

 

“Hold on.” Robin said instantly. He turned away from Babs and towards his fellow Titans - although he didn't need too. He opened his mouth to speak, but Raven was too quick for him.

“Let me guess; you're going to go to Gotham and help look for Bruce?”

 

“I have too.” Robin confirmed.

“We know dude.” Beast Boy nodded.

 

“And we are going to come with you.” Starfire added.

“Thanks Star.”

 

By now the woman known only as Babs had taken to leaning against the door with an amused smile on her face - she had expected this to a certain degree.

 

“Can I ask just one question?” Cyborg piped up.

 

“Oh, right.” Babs shook her head. “I'm Barbara Gordon; friend of Dick's from Gotham. Guess I forgot the introduction earlier.”

 

Cyborg nodded. “Never mind.”

 

“I guess I'd better go pack then.” Raven announced before she turned and silently floated back towards her room. In reality, she was not worried about packing her things; she was worried about something else. A problem she could see even before it started. She'd seen this problem forming ages ago, and she'd even talked to Robin about it - but he'd ignore her advice then, and may have to pay for that now.

 

“I think we'd all better go pack.” Robin replied, and one by one, the Titans hurried off to their rooms, all of them, except for Starfire. She stayed in the living room staring at Barbara Gordon with her eyes half narrowed. Babs noticed this and quirked one of her eyes.

 

“Can I help you?” Babs asked bluntly.

“Oh no, forgive me. I am just . . . curious about Robin's friends.” Starfire replied in a quiet voice. “He has never mentioned you before.”

 

Barbara's lips curved into a tiny smile, and her eyebrow remained raised. “Really? That's surprising. Well, I'm sure he had his reasons.”

 

“Yes.” Starfire replied, still speaking quietly. “I am sure he had them.”

 

Starfire turned around and floated up the stairs towards her bedroom; she was going to pack quickly and then she was going to go see Robin.

 

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Robin was in his room, packing. The suitcase on the bed was messy, sloppy and poorly packaged; it did not look like something Robin would have done. That is because Robin was preoccupied with other thoughts. Bruce's disappearance was bad news for everyone; and Robin felt responsible. His mentor - father - had vanished sometime after he left Jump City. He vanished before he reached Gotham - which meant if he was dead; it was Robin's fault; because he never would have been wherever he was when he vanished if not for his visit to Jump.

 

Then there was another issue. Barbara was here. Starfire was here. They were both here - together. Robin closed his eyes.

 

“I warned you.”

 

Robin sighed as Raven's voice reached his ears.

 

“Warned me about what?” The boy wonder asked as he continued packing.

 

“When you were packing for our trip to Tamaran; I asked you if you had told Starfire everything.” Raven reminded him. Robin sighed in remembrance. “You told me `everything was more than I realized'. I offered to help then, and you turned me down. I'm offering again now.”

 

Robin sighed and turned around. “Look, I had a thing for Barbara. We were never a couple . . . not officially anyway. It was a long time ago, and I'm in love with Starfire now. It's not a big deal.”

 

“Wrong Robin, it is a big deal. Because Starfire doesn't know about it; and she won't like finding out about it.” Raven replied.

“Nothing ever happened between Babs and I!” Robin insisted once again, raising his voice this time.

 

“Would that matter to you if a guy Starfire used to like showed up here asking to see her?” Raven replied. Robin suddenly became very quiet. “My point exactly; and there's one more thing - does Barbara know you're in love with Starfire?”

 

Robin sighed. “I can't deal with this right now Raven. I have to focus on finding and helping Bruce.”

 

Raven laughed. “Don't try to run from matters like these Robin. You can't escape them. Trust me.”

 

“I do trust you Raven.” Robin replied. “And I trust you'll keep this conversation to yourself, and let me deal with things my own way?”

 

“It's your life, and your choice. Just . . . don't make yourself miserable if you don't have too. That's a lesson I learned the hard way.” Raven lowered her voice and then turned towards the door.

 

“Thanks Raven.” Robin said quietly. Raven was one of few people who Robin felt could truly understand him. It was nice to have a friend like her; although sometimes it became a hassle. Still, he knew she was right. He needed to talk to Starfire, and he should do it soon.

 

He knew he would have to talk to her about it; that was evident. However, it would have to wait until they found Bruce. His missing mentor was more important.

Right?

 

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The gathering was nearly completed.

At the base of the spiral staircase from Trigon's throne room lays a vast chamber known as “the Playroom”. Under Trigon's reign, this was his torture hall. Whenever his slaves would act up, rebel or try to run away; he would take them here and play with them. The floors were made of cruel, cold stone; as were the walls. The only decorations were bones and bloodstains, aside from the blue-burning torches that illuminated the horrors. It was a vast chamber, and the perfect place for the gathering of Trigon's children.

 

Never before had so many of them been in one place at one time. Half-demons had piled into the room, coming from planets and dimensions unknown to answer the same nagging question; what happened to Trigon? Some of them had known their father, others had only heard of his reputation. They were all so different - and yet they shared so much in common.

 

The first thing they shared was their father. Each of them had been sired by Trigon. Their mothers were other stories. Some had been members of one of the crazy cults that worshiped Trigon, others had been unwilling brides or slaves that Trigon had taken during his many conquests and others had been the results of one of Trigon's marriages. Whoever their mother had been; and whatever species she had belonged too; there were only two presence who had full-demon blood - Azarock and Sadira.

 

The rest, like Raven, were half-demons. Still, each of them did have the blood of Trigon of Terrible; and at some extent, his powers. Some could control the powers better than others could, and none of them inherited the same thing. There was a large, fish-like creature in the corner who continued to fire beams from his eyes out of anger as he cursed in his native language about the wait. A second child, who one looked like a man (if men had four arms, six legs and orange skin, that is) and dressed in chain mail, was attempting to calm him down, but with no success. Finally, the chain-mail wearer shook his head, allowing his dark red hair to flap behind him, and he turned away.

 

There were hundreds of them; each one as different as the next. Aside from sharing a common father in Trigon, and from having some form of his powers, they all had one last thing in common. They were all losing patience at the waiting. Some of them had traveled a very long way in a very short amount of time to be here; so they could know for sure. Each of them had felt Trigon's death - or what they assumed was his death - and they had questions. Their minds were free from Trigon, their powers and their emotions had become their own. They all concluded that Trigon must be dead for this to happen - and now they all wanted to know why, how; and most important of all; who had done it?

 

Of course, packing several hundred impatient half-demons in a room together and then expecting them to wait around peacefully and quietly is generally a rotten idea. Fights were starting to break out in the group. Several of them had already been injured; a few were dead. Nothing full-scale yet, but it was only a matter of time before the gathering became a bloodbath.

 

That is why Sadira chose to speak up now. She made her way out into the center of the room, shoving past those who got in her way. In the dead center of the room was a small red circle carved into the ground. It was an ancient rune. She bent down low and brushed her fingers across the edges of the rune, and then she stood in the center. A moment later, there was a red glow and the circle began to rise into the air slowly. It had become a stone platform that pushed its way out of the ground and into the sky; grabbing the attention of almost everyone as it did so.

 

“Brothers and sisters! Your attention! The time has come for you to receive the answers you seek!” Sadira's voice was like bloodstained velvet; soft and seductive - but haunting at the same time. She did not speak loud, but somehow she managed to capture the attention of everyone in the room and the conversations, arguments and curses that had been muttered in the vastness all fell into silence.

 

“Since we all share the burden of being Trigon's children; I won't waste time with the obvious. You are here because you woke up eighteen days ago unable to feel any connection to our father in the slightest. Undoubtedly, your powers, emotions and way of life have been affected somehow. Most of you have reached the conclusion that this change is impossible as long as Trigon is alive; and so it is. The fact of the matter is this; Trigon the Terrible is dead.”

 

The silence was broken. No one bothered to hide anything. Many of them cheered and celebrated the news in any way they could think of. Some stood flabbergasted, shocked that such a thing was even possible. A few looked horrified; scared of what this meant for them. No one seemed mad or sad by this announcement.

“Calm down.” Sadira ordered softly. She did not raise her voice; and while it seemed impossible to hope they would even hear him over the noise, much less obey her; they did. Every person stopped their celebrating and fell into silence. “As I was saying; Trigon the Terrible is dead. Of course, it was not by natural causes. One of his children killed him.”

 

“Who?” The half-demon, half-fish-monster shouted.

 

“Why do you need to know?” Sadira inquired.

 

“I want to thank them.” The fish-monster replied.

 

“What is the point of that?” This is where her plan began. Sadira had to choose her words carefully; she needed this part of the plan to go flawlessly. “Your thanks would only remind them of the pain and suffering they had to go through to destroy him. You won't be thanking them, you'll be hurting them. Is that what you want?”

 

The fish-monster fell silence. She had given him - and the others - something to think about.

 

“Why not just move on with your lives? Be free and happy away from Trigon.

Dwelling on the past will not help you - and it will not thank the one that destroyed him.”

 

As she spoke her sweet words, the crowd listened. Something about her, perhaps her voice, perhaps the way she spoke, or perhaps some logic to her words, moved the crowd. It caused them all to agree with her and obey her. Not a single one of them could think of any reason why they needed too - or even wanted - to meet the person who had killed Trigon.

Sadira's voice was very persuasive.

 

Azarock was still on the ground, in the crowd; and he was trying hard not to laugh. Of course, he was already aware of the hypnotic charm of his sister's voice. Lesser lifeforms - which to Azarock meant anything but a pureblooded demon - fell victim to her voice easily. They would follow her `suggestions', because deep down inside they didn't have a voice. It wasn't mind control; and hypnosis wouldn't be the right word - but it was close to both.

 

At the base of the spiral staircase stood the third demon. He too was pureblooded; and unaffected by the voice of Sadira. He had been watching them before; fully aware of the secret agenda they were hatching and their plans involving Raven. This demon was tall and human-like. His skin was a pale white and his shoulder-length hair was midnight blue. He wore a deep crimson cloak and hood, which covered his usual attire. His clothing was black beneath the cloak, save only his gloves and boots, which were the same crimson shade as his cloak. He also wore a belt made of a leather-like substance, and upon that belt hung two dangerous weapons. A small knife was sheathed away at his right hip; and a leather whip was curled at his left.

 

“You truly desire it, don't you Sadira?” The demon whispered. “I admire that kind of dedication; but you cannot have it. It belongs to Raven now; although she can't keep it either. I'm curious to see how this all plays out.”

 

Turning around with a swish of his cloak, the demon proceeded back up the spiral staircase. Soon Sadira and Azarock would be finished here; and they would head to Earth to find Raven. He would wait for them there. There was no point in revealing himself - or his allegiance - early. He knew that Sadira and Azarock would fail in their plan. Raven had killed Trigon; she could deal with them. Of course, he would be watching as well. Raven was strong, but he had to be sure she knew of the burden she had to bear. A horrible burden.

 

They did not know it, none of them did. Only the demon - Magus - knew the truth about it. He was the only one who knew the truth about the evil now growing inside Raven, the evil that longed for a chance to return to this world and bring all the fury of hell back with it.

 

The same evil had lived inside Trigon the Terrible.

Now it was living in his daughter.

 

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scathac's warrior: Mmm. I agree with you. Most people think that all of Raven's problems will vanish with her father's defeat; but I think they're a bit too complicated for such a simple solution. I'm glad you're happy; and I hope you enjoy the aftermath as it continues to unfold.

 

DarkSin: Aww, as usually you've made me blush with your kindness. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ^^

 

Angelii: I'm glad you thank so. ^^

 

IllegalDayNightSnappingIguana: I hadn't thought of a mental institution before although when you mention it, it would explain a few things. *snickers* That was just a joke; don't take me seriously.
Mmm, well to be honest when I originally wrote it I was going to end the story that way; but then I got so many ideas, and I didn't want to do a sequel, so I decided just to continue. Also, don't worry about me becoming “normal”, for I hate normal more than anything else. Besides, I didn't wind up going back to school anyway. I'm going to wait a couple more weeks; just to see if the swelling in my face and feet goes down. THEN I'll be going back to school; although I go to a Co-Op, so it's only on Tuesdays that I'll have classes.

You hadn't seen Nevermore? Oh, I'm glad you caught it then. It's one of my favorites. Mirrors, Trigon (well, Trigon-wannabe-Raven-thingy), Beast Boy; and those creepy little Stephen-King-ish birds; what more could you ask for?

Thanks for your review; and I hope this chapter was worth the wait.

 

Jordanals: I believe you're psychic; because yes, I am evil; and that is exactly what I'm thinking. ^_- I know, it's mean of me. I'm glad you still like the story though; and I hope I didn't make you wait too long.

 

Ilovegreekmyths: Thank you so much. I'd be delighted to read your stories; although I've never seen Troy. I have heard the myth it's based on, though, so I'll do my best to follow along.

 

Dramaelfie: Heh; well angst is a good thing, right? Well, I guess it depends on your taste. I think angst is a good thing. Do you? Here's hoping so, `cause there's definitely going to be some angst in the upcoming chapters. Why just today I got a perfect idea for something that will be MAJOR angst for Beast Boy - yes, I'm still picking on poor little Beast Boy. I don't know why I pick on him so much; maybe because he reminds me of myself.

 

Mr. Flame on head: Thank you so much for your comment; and I'm delighted to hear you're going to recommend my story to your friends. And once again you've shown that there are people on Mediaminer following the story; I'm glad.

 

xBxMYxJaMeSxDeANxcandyclouds: Aw, don't worry about it. Being banned sucks; but I'm glad you still have some way to get online.
Okay you're right, it wasn't much of a cliffie. This one wasn't too bad either, I think; but don't worry, soon everyone will be stuck in bad situations with little hope of survival, and I'll drive everyone insane with big mean cliffhangers as usual. -evil laughter- Indeed, you are Caitlyn and I am Brandon; and I appreciate your many wonderful reviews. ^^
NEW EPISODES! Yes I heard TROQ is coming out soon, it's good news! Robin/Starfire goodness.
When did I come to fanfiction? Oi. Long time ago. Sixth grade; my friend Matt showed me a website that had some fanfics on it and I started writing. Of course everything I wrote really, really sucked then. This review reply is probably longer and has better spelling than my first fanfics. XD Luckily they were all destroyed. I think.
Which idea? The idea for the whole story, or just the first half, or these newest little plot twist? Well, I'll just answer all three.

The original idea for this story came from staying up too late watching Betrothed and loving the idea of having the Titans on Tamaran. So I thought of the Trials as an excuse to take them all to Tamaran.
Funny enough, originally I planned on having Shady take the Titans to Gotham to pick up Bruce on the way to Tamaran, rather than have him already waiting on the spaceship; and while there they discover that Bruce was trapped at the Asylum by a massive prison break; but I decided against it for some reason.
Oh well, good ideas never die; they just change shape and are reused later. -wink wink, cough cough-

 

WeAreCrazyHyperSchitzoGirls: Whoa dude; you've combined into one giant stalker! Awesome! -snickers- Sorry, I'm on a bit of a sugar high and so I'm weird. I promise I'll hurry with the next update as soon as I can; I'm beginning work on the next chapter tonight, if I have time after dinner.

 

- Brandon R. (Golden-sama)