[Color=20b1bd][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]San Francisco/ United States of America:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 15 [SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 15:32 | Titans Tower - San Francisco Bay[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]


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The gulls wheeled and screamed as they danced around San Francisco Bay. The Sun was shining over the beautiful azure water and everything seemed to be perfect in the world. However, at the new Titans Tower things were a bit more chaotic as it was [b]Moving Day[/b] for the only current Teen Titan, Liam McNeil. The current bearer of the Seal of Solomon was  used to moving all over the place every other year or so. Ever since he was a child, Liam had been shuffled from place to place all around the world. One minute he would be in Prague and the next minute, Giles would be shuffling him off to Alice Springs, Australia without warning. Every time he had been moved, Liam had been taught some new local magic or something. In Prague, Giles had taught him how to summon demons or in Australia he was taught how to survive in a hostile environment. His whole world had revolved around learning more power instead of being a normal kid. He had never been exactly normal as kids his own age. It was difficult to be normal when you had a ring that could bind and control demons or unruly spirits. he had been taught the rules of magic since before he could walk. His family cared about these rules and still Magic had cost them everything. The Price of Magic had been a painful lesson for a ten year old boy to learn on his birthday. 

Ever since that horrid night, his whole world had been turned upside down. That whole night had been a blur. A fire and screaming into the night. Liam screaming into the Shadows to give him the power he needed to survive this and the Thing in the shadows responding to his request. Liam had survived the fire by some miracle. Before the fire trucks had even arrived, Liam had been spirited away from Gotham city.   His family's butler Giles had made the choice that his young charge was not safe in the city. Someone had it out for family and Giles had decided not let this person or persons get another chance to get his ward. From then on, the two of them traveled the globe always one step ahead of whoever was chasing after them. The life had not exactly been the most normal one but at least that he had not been murdered by a demon or killed by some thug. 

Then, Batman had told him that he was going to be moving to San Francisco because the team needed to be more out in the open. Currently that "team" was more of a solo group but that didn't matter. Liam could handle things on his own but it would be nice to get some backup now and then. He figured talking to Batman was not the best idea so he would stay quiet for now. There were more younger heroes out there and if Batman didn't have time to recruit, then Liam would go on his own recruiting kick for more people. He had a couple ideas for new people if the Batman couldn't. Liam McNeil always had a plan. 

The little walk down memory lane helped Liam as he carried his numerous boxes into his rather Spartan room in the Tower. Since there was no one else here, Liam had his pick of rooms and that meant he wanted to choose one a bit far from the main group of rooms. Most people did not take well to someone else screaming in Aramaic at 2 am in the morning. So he needed to get his room all set up before doing anything else. he was hoping to try out the gym before anything since he did have a lot to prove. He was a magic user with little to no other skills that someone would expect for a super hero or whatever he was. He only hoped he would not prove to be a disappointment  to the people counting on him. As he kept cleaning the room, a single invitation to a Gotham party fell from one of the boxes. Liam had decided to keep the invitation because it represented the time when he shifted from just a kid with magic to something better. As he looked down at the paper, he started to remember what exactly had happened that night. It was as clear in his mind as a picture.

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[Color=20b1bd][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Gotham City / United States of America:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]June 23[SUP]th[/SUP], 2018 - 19:25 | The Kane Ballroom - Gotham Heights[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]


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The tuxedo suit felt like it was starched to the point where it almost could draw blood. The whole outfit felt like it was trying to kill Liam as he tried to walk through the crowd feeling like an outsider and technically he was. One of Gotham's prodigal sons had returned to the city and that caused a bit of a stir among the upper crust. The gossips whispered about him as Liam wanted nothing more than to just disappear back to Tokyo or wherever Giles had decided to take him. 

Giles had been adamant  on Liam returning to Gotham right before  his sixteenth birthday. There was some sort of family tradition involving the bequeathing  of the Seal of Solomon and Liam was then bundled back to the city he had fled from all those years ago. The rumor had been that his entire family had died in that fire. Then out of the blue, Liam materializes as if by magic into the city's elite as if he had never left. Anyone with a suspicious nature would have found that rather odd. 

Liam wandered through Bruce Wayne's Gala clearly looking rather uncomfortable with all of it. He could look at demons with a smile but walking through the Gotham Elite scared him more than anything. The whole thing felt wrong and Liam had his Mask hidden in the tuxedo. he smiled as he walked through crowds smiling to everyone. Something felt wrong but he couldn't place why everything felt so wrong.