[CENTER][i]Since the days Robin first appeared, teenaged heroes have gathered together in order to become better heroes. Side by side they learn and grow, training to take on evil. United, they are more than just sidekicks, they are the next generation of the world's heroes.

They are the...
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[b][color=fff200]~DIVIDED WE FALL~[/color][/b][/I][/CENTER]
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Alcatraz.

Perhaps one of the most notorious prisons in all of history. Said to be inescapable but that has hardly held true into the modern era. What was once the the premiere institutuion holding the likes of Al Capone, eventually became a tourist attraction, nothing more than a simple exhibit. Yet the doors to Alcatraz were once again opened upon its conversion into an institute to house those known as 'supervillains'. Perhaps then it should come at no surprise that the authorities and even the island guards turn a blind eye to the activities within the prison.

A convicted Russian hitman, Matvei Rodor had made a lot of enemies over his life which lead him to where he was now. Dragged from his cell by rivals of the family who hired him, Matvei stared down at the waters below as they crashed against the rocky cliffs. The crude blade at his neck was a constant reminded that his life was no longer his own.

"You killed my daughter, you raped my wife." One man spat before delivering a swift kick to Matvei's ribs.

"You made my son eat his own fingers as your tortured him. You killed his mother before his eyes and doused him in her blood." The only man said, the knife pressing hard on Matvei's neck as a drop of blood rolled down the man's sweat laden skin.

"It was just a job..." Matvei managed to say, the knife taking skin with each word he muttered as his throat vibrated against the sharp blade. "It wasn't personal."

"It became personal the minute you killed our families." The second man growled, the knife sliding along Matvei's neck in one swift movement as the blood spilled forth. With a swift kick, the first man sent the body toppling over the edge into the waters below.

"Rot in hell."
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Pacing the Titan's War Room, Rose Wilson looked out over the court yard below the tower. A garden filled with all manner of plants, both native to Earth and alien courtesy of the garden's original caretaker. A small stream flowed through it giving off a gentle serenity which is contagious to all around it. Many Titans had spent numerous hours in the garden below contemplating whatever problems weighed down on their minds. But today, was no time for serenity, today was time for the Titans to show Rose that their training had paid off, that the team could in fact work together.

The alien bounty hunter known as Lobo had been sighted entering San Francisco air space and it would only be a matter of time before he started causing trouble. Tracking his trajectory, Rose opened the communications channel to all the Titans.

"Titans, suit up and meet me in the hanger. We've got a bogey and he's a strong one so I hope you all ate your wheaties this morning." Rose ordered as she herself headed towards the T-Wing.
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Morning.

He hated mornings. Disorientated by the lack of the ocean breeze and the smell of metal and concrete it took Evander a few moments to once again remind himself he was in the Titans' Tower. It seemed like only yesterday he had traded the tropical island of Themyscria for the polluted land of men. At least the Tower was alongside the ocean, that negated some of the stench of man's machinations and factories. Sliding out from under the single sheet on his bed, Evander smirked as he saw he had once again thrown the comforter into the corner of the room in his slumber. Stretching, Evan slicked his hair back as he scratched at his head before exiting the room, not realizing he had once again forgotten to put clothes on before wandering the tower.

After a stop at the bathroom, the naked demigod made his way to the kitchen, a great hunger rumbling in his stomach as he opened the fridge. Searching inside, he eventually stumbled upon a pomegranate he had placed there and happily cracked it open. Casually walking towards the balcony, Evan walked through the automatic doors as he leaned over the railing and stared over the water as the sun rose from behind the tower.

During his time with the Amazons, Evander had come to appreciate all forms of beauty and the light of a new day on the crystal surface of the Pacific definitely qualified in his books. At least with his fruit and the view, it was almost like being home again.