Trojan Horse (End of Arc 1)

Last Chapter of Arc 1 "Jackal in The Grass"

Tara Markov's pov

In the past I had walked into galas with the stares and the whispers. There I was, they must've said, my father's mistake. The Markov's bastard daughter born to an American mistress. I wasn't welcome in Markovia; but I wasn't welcome in the States either. My accent. My diet. My suffocating mother and the suffocating fear of the press.

I was locked up in a proverbial tower and the only escape was when I went down to the canyon. Here I could let it out a little. Not too much, someone would notice trees and destruction. Then ghost, cryptid or other whack hunters would bring their cameras to the area to see if they can find the cause of the anomalies. I had to stop shifting the landscape for an entire year because of Bigfoot hunters looking to find something else in my hills and valleys. The view of the stars and the sound of the creek always brought me peace at night.

No one had found me… until HE did.

Not Batman.

Slade.

He had come to me with an offer. Slade worried me with how he knew who I was and just what to offer. I never thought I could have been read like a book so easily. I hated my father, and hated Markovia and America.

Deathstroke needed a team and, despite being rather capable himself, he claimed he needed me. Going into the no-tell motel at the foot of the canyon out of curiosity I was soon in a room full of others like me. Supers.

A one armed man going by the alias of "Risk" let me inside. Stepping into the threshold a metal skinned girl by the alias of Bombshell glared me down. A speedster by the alias of Inertia zipped behind me and closed the door.

(OC) A man was sitting at a table with a yin-yang symbol on the back of his jacket who they code named "The Landlord". He was playing five-finger-filet with himself with a , a game where one jabs a knife close to one's fingers as fast as possible, until I entered. He groaned, swiveled in his chair as a white tentacle came out of his hand and grabbed a soda from the nearby fridge. However, I noted that the knife disappeared from the table and he never put it in his pocket or a sheathe.

Arsenal and a woman by the name of Chersire watched me from the loveseat they shared.

"There's more to come." Deathstroke said after he saw me looking at everyone. "Your mission, however, is going to be much different."

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Kevin's pov

Finally a bob-cut blonde I didn't recognize from the funeral stepped forward. I could hear her footsteps on the tile. With what I've been seeing lately I guess that's a sign that she hasn't been trained. She's green, as my old friends would say in the army. It was all over her face as well. At least until she regained her composure and stated professionally,

"I am Tara Markov, representative of the Royal Family and Parliament of Markovia. It is a pleasure to meet you all."

(A/N: Looking at her "names" Terra seems to be her alias rather than her name.)

The silence just hung in the air like the times people wore *Texas Neck Ties in the 1890's. To be honest, I was getting sick of this situation. I just wanted to be left alone for five seconds. With an exasperated groan, I spat, "Ma'am you're fine, and I'm sorry, but are we done now? Am I excused Batman?"

(A/N: *That's slang for lynching or execution by hanging.)

"Now that everyone is here," he continued, not even paying me any mind, "you can explain how you defeated Osiris."

"And if I don't want to?"

"It's alright comrade," Red Star interjected, "what's done is done. We won't judge."

"I'm sure those back in Markovia will be happy to know we're getting along." Tara added, "Please don't go quite yet."

"Does it relate to when you touched your cursed nail to the ring I gifted you?"

Everyone's gaze shifted to Arisia, she was so quiet many probably forgot she was there. By her tone, she wasn't happy and possibly didn't trust me. No, she didn't trust me. The other's might have doubts as well now. With a sigh, I relented but had a way to take Batman down a notch with me.

"I'll demonstrate," I open my palm towards Batman, "give me the ring in your pocket."

He arched his brow, the temptation to lie flitting through his eyes for only half a second, "How do you know about that?"

"I'm pretty good at recon when I'm serious. Most of the time I'm not or a bit unhinged."

Reluctantly he took out the kryptonite ring he always had in his pocket and slid it down to me. I elongated my thumb and flipped it back; only touching it for a fraction of a second.

"This works for most physical objects. Even if they are complex gadgets… or hardlight like Arisia's ring."

I faked a school kid's magic trick, swiping my hand over the other as I summoned the kryptonite ring onto my finger. It was different in design however; more spiked than Batman's. I tossed it to him.

"I can even alter the design but can't get rid of them sadly."

Orphan typed out, "And the other part?"

"By injecting this nail into someone with magical powers from angels, gods or demons I can make a similar duplication of their ability. With Osiris, I temporarily stripped him of his connection with Black Adam and rendered him powerless."

Troia's tone was taut with emotion when she asked, "Can you duplicate the Silent Armor that Cass wore?"

By the look on her face, she felt that question hanging in the room and thought she should be the one to ask it. We would have to divide Cass' things soon and the Silent Armor is her single most powerful artifact. If the entire team were to be boosted by duplicates forged by me we'd be nigh unstoppable.

"I can't. The Silent Armor was designed by a higher power to resist people cursed as I."

"Makes sense," she said, "the Armor also has a will of its own."

"So are you suggesting," Tara asked, "that you can take on the powers of Black Adam; a god, but can't affect whatever this armor is?"

"I'm an effective anti-magic and anti-god unit. Not trying to be sacrilegious but I'm positive that the Greek gods and Egyptian pantheon are affected."

"No offense taken," Donna monotonously replied, drifting away in her thoughts.

"So if your powers affected Osiris," Batman thought aloud, "then your abilities should be able to do the same to Black Adam."

"Possibly," I shrugged, "might not depower him but I know I can weaken him at least." I added, "Assuming we aren't using diplomatic strategies."

"We're using everything we got, just taking inventory." Batman replied. There was a pause and no one spoke further. "Any questions?"

"Can we get waffles?" Raven hesitantly asked and Donna stifled a laugh, covering her mouth as she did so. Raven just came in from so far out of the blue that I almost laughed as well. Batman couldn't help but smirk and sigh, adding,

"Then on that note, you all are dismissed."

***End of Arc 1***

Quote for Arc 2 "World War Jericho"

"In my attempt to protect our HOMELAND, I turned my back on the rest of the world. And I suffered for it. I witnessed the true evil that lives within so many and I realized that Kahndaq must teach the world how to deal with it…"

—Black Adam

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Titans

"A Team"

Robin/Dick Grayson

Starfire/Koriand'r (Kory)

Raven/ Rachel Roth

Beastboy/ Garfield (Logan)

Cyborg/ Victor Stone

Donna Troy/Wonder Girl II/ Troia

Kevin Grant (MC)

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"B Team"

Jericho/Joseph Wilson

Arisia Rrab/ "Cynella"

Miss Martian/ M'gann M'orzz (Megan Morse)

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New Members:

Red Star/ Leonid Kovar

Tara Markov/ Terra (SPY)

Oracle/Barbara Gordon as Batgirl

Cassandra Cain/ Orphan

Danny Chase/ Phantasm

& more to come~

Tech

Hosun (with alternating help from Oracle and Chase)

DECEASED TITANS:

Osiris/Amon Tomaz

Wonder Girl III/ Cassandra Sandmark

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Deathstroke's Titans East remake:

Deathstroke & Terra

Bombshell/ Amy Allen

Enigma/ (Name Unknown)

Risk/ Cody Driscoll

Arsenal/ Roy Harper

Chersire/ Jade Nguyen

Inertia/ Thaddeus Thawne

The Landlord/??? (OC)

Match/ (No Name)