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Very well, where do I begin?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.

There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.

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Now who killed the OOC...
@Sep Then how is it alive again?
I'm guessing Roy is Donatello given that he modified the treadmill to Wally's annoyance. Dick is a shoe-in for Leonardo. Which means either Wally or Kyle are Mikey.

These are important distinctions to narrow down.
Yeah, which of us leads? Which one does machines? Cool but rude? Party dude?
Just wanna say that I'm up to date on everyone's posts and it's all really good stuff so far. I had some doubts about joining at first, since the last few games I've been in have hit a snag and my posting ability was a big reason, but the more team-focused gameplay and the nature of everyone being in one location have made this a breeze. Maybe laying off the multi paragraph-driven solo stuff and actually focusing on interaction was what I needed all along.

"Make it so, Green Lantern, Robin and Martian will investigate the transport and see if they can determine how Cinderblock escaped. Arsenal, Stitch and I will take to the T-Bird for the eagle-eye view, Superboy and Wondergirl will fly ahead, with Kid Flash holding the line until we arrive."

Even though it had been months since the Titans originally joined forces under Loren Jupiter and the enigmatic Lilith, Robin still had to mentally adjust to taking orders from a man he barely knew anything about. By all accounts, the Titans' primary benefactor was on the up-and-up. Insanely wealthy but with a track record of putting the money to good use, helping the needy, and propping up socially viable causes. His story of when Lilith came to him with what would eventually become the team was vague, but it was always implied to be for the right reason. There was just an absence of something that Robin couldn't shake, a gap in things that didn't fit into the neatly constructed mission statement. Though he'd never said it aloud, Dick had suspected for awhile that the entire reason that Alfred Pennyworth - and it was Alfred, not the other notable guardian in his life - had suggested leaving Blüdhaven and joining Jupiter's band of would-be-heroes was to partially observe whether there were any signs of an ulterior motive. But so far, nothing untoward had made itself apparent.

For now, he'd keep silent about it. There was no reason to rock the boat based on mere suspicion, and at the very least, everyone assembled here seemed to be getting on just fine under the billionaire's tutelage. Everyone with one notable exception, Robin noticed, as the figure calling itself Stitch had silently slid into the corner of the room just before the mission had been detailed. Though there was definitely something off-putting about their prescence, Dick knew more than the others that there was a value in solitude - even a strength in being the observer. He couldn't describe why, but he felt kind of sorry for Stitch. Their view of the world was so wholly unknown to the rest of the team, largely because it didn't seem like they were able to fit in. In more than a few ways, Dick could relate to that.

"Should he cause the loss of a single life, I will not hesitate to end his."

This again?

What he couldn't relate to was Troia's continued lack of subtlety towards a more lethal approach. Though it was likely a result of whatever the secretive Amazons had instilled into her through a likely lifelong period of training, the woman who referred to herself as Wonder Girl barely resembled what Robin had remembered of encountering her sister, The Justice League's Wonder Woman, during a brief gathering of the world's greatest heroes for a crisis in Gotham. Some sort of alien invasion involving a starfish - honestly, Dick wasn't sure of the exact details. But the Amazon of that team had exuded a calm, almost radiant quality of tranquility in battle, even when raising the sword to her extraterrestrial enemies. She was the sort of figure that you'd want to follow into Hell just for the privilege.

Troia wasn't quite that. In her limited understanding of how society worked beyond the island she'd described, the resident Amazon would often verbally clash with the most pinnacle foundations of it. While she seemed to understand that her occasional declarations of wanting to end the Titans' enemies permanently left the rest of the team in an uncomfortable position, the fact that those thoughts were there at all within Troia was alarming, to say the least. Refusing to kill wasn't just a rule that was meant for people like them - the anonymous cape-wearers who already took the law into their own hands - it was a sacred writ of humanity itself. Even before taking up training with a man who swore to the tenant of mercy towards his enemies, Dick had subconsciously always known that murder was the worst crime imaginable.

So to have to work alongside someone who didn't believe that, even for as well-meaning as Robin believed Troia was at heart, was something that he'd have to reckon with sooner or later. Either through Jupiter and Lilith themselves or a more direct confrontation. All that he knew was that if Troia made good on her promise - threats, really - and took a life in the field, not only would Robin be forced to leave the team, but he'd need to figure out the next steps in reigning the Amazon in. It was a possibility that weighed heavily on him, making being able to fully trust her a troubling uncertainty.

Still, Robin knew that he didn't have time to voice those particular concerns, either. Cinderblock was actively endangering civilians, and they needed to figure out how he had been able to get to that position in the first place. Truth be told, it hadn't even occurred to Robin that there'd be an explanation worth investigating. He was all too used to the incredibly flawed security protocols at Arkham Asylum, allowing dangerous criminals like The Joker and Killer Croc to roam out of their revolving doors. On some level, he figured that every city had prisons that were just as laughably maintained.

It was an error in his thinking that he needed to correct. San Francisco wasn't Gotham. And he wasn't just fighting a tide of corruption and madness anymore. Now there were living rock-men who were out for revenge against him and his team. Robin shook his head as he turned to face Martian, wondering just when his life turned into a wrestling match on steroids. Playfully nudging the green-skinned female in the arm, The Boy Wonder shot her a slight smirk.

"C'mon, you heard him. You, me, and the living nightlight are off to the slammer."

Turning towards Green Lantern, Robin's smirk faded as he realized how that could've sounded. He and Rayner hadn't quite become close enough friends to be able to make jabs like that towards eachother.

"No offense."
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Roy made his way to the kitchen, only to find that Robin was there along with Wally. The two were exchanging banter, Robin scolding Wally for the speedster's slothfulness while Wally laughed it off as always. Roy just sighed at the two, piping up, "C'mon Dick, let the guy eat. He's a growing boy."

With a sigh, Robin began to massage the bridge of his nose as Arsenal swept in from the other side to backup Wally's lack of mobilization. Inherently, Dick knew that supposed "fastest kid alive" could be counted on in the midst of battle, and that was all that was important - but he still lacked a sense of discipline, and it had often come across as apathy for what they were doing. It wasn't that Dick was judging him for it, not at all - Wally was ultimately his best friend in the Tower, with their exploits going back to when they were both shy of fifteen, instructed to wait in the Batcave while their mentors handled a crisis in some faraway city. They didn't listen on Wally's insistence, of course, and wound up breaking apart some gang activity that needed addressing. Even managed to stop Mr. Freeze from taking a television station hostage. Those were fun times and proof positive that for all their lectures, both of their father figures didn't always know what was right.

He just wanted Wally to act like he was taking things seriously. Not just for his sake, but for team morale. Dick wouldn't outright say it, but he often worried about whether or not he was a good fit for a larger team. He didn't exactly know how to handle the dynamic, coming off of just being paired up with one other person for the last seven years. So when it came to how to operate as a wider unit, Robin had been actively trying to pay attention to what worked and steer away from what didn't. That included what might become a problem in the future, and to the former Boy Wonder, this was a small problem waiting to become a bigger one.

"I know. Enhanced metabolism. But we have a fully supplied cupboard with protein bars, he can eat on the way. Lives are at stake.", he calmly argued. "And could you both cool it with the, er, name calling? Anyone could be listening."

Almost as if on cue, Kyle Rayner appeared from behind them, having consumed his lunch already in the corner. Robin acknowledged him with a quiet nod, mindful of not wanting to come across as too closely tied to Kid Flash and Arsenal. Everyone knew the three were friends from well before this Titans business started, but he didn't want to play favorites. Though truthfully, he hadn't made up his mind on how he felt about the rest of the team.

Troia was an exceptionally disciplined warrior, and she was still learning all that she could about Patriarch's World. Dick could relate to that, having spent a ton of time isolated from others in one way or another - whether it was in a roaming Circus or studying martial arts with one of the world's greatest crimefighters. Troia even seemed to have at least a passing grasp on popular culture now, thanks to Rayner, an area Dick very much wasn't at home with. M'Gann was similarly trying to figure things out, but on an entirely different species level. And while Dick couldn't relate as well, he sympathized and was ready to offer her any help she needed. Despite her level of power, Robin saw Martian as the least experienced member of the team - even considering Superboy and Stitch, who were both coming in under unique circumstances. But with guidance from the others, he figured she'd be a natural in no time.

"Race you to get dressed, Kid Flash."

And then there was Kyle. Nice enough guy, and there hadn't been any real reason for the two to butt heads. But he was so loud, if not in his choice of playlist then in personality. It was something that threw Dick off considerably, given that he had only ever been used to a elderly statesman of a butler and a man who's idea of a good time was upgrading his equipment or running drills. Rayner had often offered to bring Dick in on whatever he and Wally were up to, whether it was a card game - Magic something - or an impromptu movie night. Every time, Dick had politely declined in favor of the gym or solitude in his quarters.

Even thinking that, Robin realized that maybe Kyle wasn't the problem. Maybe he was starting to transfer too many characteristics of his unusual upbringing to this new setting. Dick knew that he had time to adapt, but it was going way too slowly for his liking. The four of them moved hastily from the kitchen area to the bridge, with Wally still stuffing the last of his pancakes down in a frenzy. Even assembled alongside the waiting Wonder Girl and Martian, Grayson couldn't help but feel slightly out of place. And not just because he was one of only two without certain abilities.

"Cinderblock has escaped custody. He's in the downtown shouting for the Titans. It appears he wants a rematch."

Hitting someone like Cinderblock, though? That was very much his speed.

"Then, by Thor's hammer, let us not disappoint."

Guess we have our first recurring member of a rogue's gallery...

"Is this a regular thing for Earth criminals? Show up, get punched into the ground, then reappear like nothing happened?"

"You'd be surprised. Remind me to tell you about Arkham."

Robin narrowed his eyes as Rayner, now fully adorned in his luminescent Green Lantern uniform, took the lead.

"Cinderblock's tearing up the town? We know how he escaped the transport? I'll fly us there."

Immediately, Robin tensed up. He'd just assumed that they would use the T-Jet that Jupiter had provided them with. Or if he had his way, he'd be allowed to leave on the Redbird and utilize the Bat-Drones to survey the situation from a safe distance to strategize a plan of attack. However, Kyle's initiative was at least helpful in moving the situation along, and Robin rationalized to himself that since this was Cinderblock, they knew how to beat him already. And this time it was as a fully formed team, rather than whatever the Titans were when they first battled him.

"Good call. If we arrive at once, there's a chance we can minimize the damage in progress. An air drop could surprise him."

Who said he couldn't be a team player?

He was raised in a circus and then a cave, you expect him to know what lesbianism is?
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