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In The Gray (Teen Titan/DC Fanfic)

Kevin Grant is a veteran from WW2... WW1, the War of 1812 & pretty much every other American conflict after 1812. He’s also kinda a dick. However something is brewing and Batman, Lex Luthor, and Ozymandias don’t know what. Grant’s brothers, consumed with their demonic powers, are looking for the Orb that has given them their curse. Also, guess what? Kevin’s been procrastinating on finding the stupid thing for two hundred years. Being turned down help from the Justice League Kevin is forced to his last resort: Raven. However, things don’t go according to plan because... let’s be honest: Kevin never has a plan. (Writing this as creative release I’m also taking creative liberties with writing. I may keep this as a serial that ends when it ends. Story arcs are strongly inspired by DC comics/Teen Titan comics as well as DC games and media. Kevin’s lack of care for triggers do not reflect the views of the author.) *** Arc 2 (cue classic narrator voice) After the deaths of two Titans, Deathstroke’s loved ones, and Black Adam’s family, things are amping up. Framed for the deaths of Osiris and Isis, the Titans, America and her allies are sworn enemies of Black Adam. The omnipotent tyrants rage is hotter than it has been in centuries and he is quickly pooling his allies and preparing for WW3. The Titans struggle to grieve their dead in the midst of all their responsibilities. They struggle to cope, and unlikely relationships bloom. Despite the spy in their midst. Deathstroke has a bone to pick with the world as well. After the death of his son at the perceived hand of the Titans he’s not an assassin for money at the moment. No, no this is personal. The only payment he’s taking is Vengeance, even if he has to form a team himself to do it. Kevin is still after the Heart and cancer-like tumors have shaped some of Gotham’s supervillains hideously. Does this have something to do with Raven’s cough and Ozymandias’ cancer and dreams? Read and find out! For any martial artist fans out there I TRY to go out of my way to develop ALMOST each character’s fighting style. Kevin uses a now forbidden Canadian style called combato. Dick Grayson uses a mix of Wing Chun, Arnis/Escrima and others of course. Batman uses a non-lethal Keysi as a foundation (he also used it in the 2008 movies). Deathstroke uses Krav Maga, LINE, Vale Tudo, Silat and Sambo. This is a bold challenge to do with justice but I will try my best. For any gun nuts, I went all out on gear and guns for Deathstoke’s scenes to give a little bit of some John Wick-style stuff thrown in. I post updates below so make sure to check from time to time! Without further ado: 05/05/23 Happy Cinco de Mayo~

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Just a Stroll

Kevin Grant's pov

The doors slammed behind me. I was given briefs, a hoodie, and some sweatpants; all white. It was a cottony material, very pajama-like, but it was comfortable enough. I couldn't help but feel like a prisoner rather than a new teammate. Hell I never asked to be on this team anyways.

I was… well… I was procrastinating about joining. I needed Raven's help finding the heart err that's what my brother's called it. In a way I was planning on doing this eventually but… when someone procrastinates things don't go according to the preferred, albeit nonexistent, plan.

I just stewed at the diner the whole time. Staring at my food finally thinking about all that's coming down my way. I didn't eat, didn't talk. I just… sat there. Mixed feelings tearing me up inside.

I didn't want to be on this team. Like REALLY didn't want to. I've lost too many people before. I don't want to get close. In Vietnam no one wanted to be close. The life in their eyes were all sucked out of them and all that remained was a thousand yard stare.

The faces, the memories made me so restless I couldn't sleep. I went to the door, a garage style door that could probably take a rocket, and lifted it enough for me to squeeze out. Truth be told, I could escape right now. What would be the point though? I would be back for their help later.

I suppressed my mental signature, remembering that half a dozen psychics have my mental fingerprint. I haven't had to do it in a hundred years or so. After being sure I suppressed it as much as I could I started walking around for no reason. It's just what I did whenever I was restless.

Passing through the living room and then a hall I avoided the room with a light on. Kinda tip-toeing past, I found myself in a type of museum at the end of the hall. Passing through the mementos, two struck my eye. A memorial to a girl named Kole and then a plaque dedicated to Jason Todd.

"You don't seem like someone trying to escape."

My head flashed to the voice behind me and Raven stood there, an indifferent look on her face.

"You're lucky Hosun fell asleep. If he saw you on the cameras farting around he would have tripped an alarm."

"I'm not going anywhere Raven."

My voice was the least hostile it had been all day but she didn't care or notice, "How did you get out of your room?"

"I let myself out," I growled.

"I also noticed that you suppressed your mental footprint. How many powers do you have?"

"For people like us, our secrets are power." I answered.

We stood there in silence for a moment and she said, "You're in a lot of pain."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm an empath, I can see right through your facade." She answered, "You want to cut yourself off and not hurt anyone-"

"Raven-"

"Or not see others get hurt."

My silence was confirmation.

"I and Robin can relate to that… when you are ready."

I wasn't so I changed the topic, pointing at the memorials, "Who are these?"

"Avoiding the topic, that's to be expected. You'd think a group of kids fighting crime would have more casualties but we only had those two. Pretty good, don't you think?"

"Who was Kole? She was pretty."

"She…" failing to hide the disdain in her voice she said, "she was a close friend of Jericho's."

I pointed at the memento behind me, "And that?"

"Something from Vandal Savage. An immortal from the caveman days. Skilled in weapons and had a healing factor whenever he cannibalized someone from his bloodline."

I pointed at something else, "And-"

"Enough Kevin. Go back to your room."

It was an order, and I never took orders from no man. (Yeah that's a double negative-bite me.) She however, was a woman. The order was also a surprisingly soft spoken one. Her eyes seemed to understand, most likely because she can literally see my emotions. It was a little unnerving.

"I err, okay I guess."

"And please drop the facade. Those aggravate me so much."

As I was walking away, Raven added, "They used to distrust me at times. They'll come around."

"And if I don't want them to?" I replied, not even looking back.

"Your emotional auras say otherwise."

A little short, let me know how I’m doing guys~ Too fast, too slow, too vague? Let me know everyone!

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