A/N: Hey everybody! Welcome to my newest story! Thanks for checking it out man! Well, another AU, so I've got to give you a character key…there aren't a lot of references in the first chappie, it's more of a preface, but anyways, here…
Robin: Dick Grayson
Starfire: Kori Anders
Cyborg: Victor (Vic) Stone
Raven: Rae Roth
Beast Boy: Garfield (Gar) Logan
Bumblebee: Beatrice (Bea) Hooney (fun word. :P)
Blackfire: Komille Anders
Jinx: Jinx
Speedy: Roy Harper
Aqualad: Garth Tempst
Mas y Menos: José and Ferdinand Masemos
Well, there you go. I think that's all you need right now…thanks everybody!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. Or the fifties. That'd be cool if I did though.
Chapter One
August 15th, 1954
9:23 PM
The feeling in the room was contagious. It was a buzzing, social hum that jumped from one guest to another. The room was flooded with jazz music from the most aspiring musicians. The furniture and decorations were top of the line and imported, the best around. The same went for the people. Men wore midnight black suits and women wore flowing gowns with fur coats. The life in the room seemed to jump from person to person.
They were at the infamous Caldswell Paradise Hotel. The original founder of the hotel, Geoffrey Caldswell, was retiring at the end of the year and passing on the hotel and his fortune to his daughter, the beautiful Vivian Caldswell. The heiress was celebrating her twenty-fourth birthday, and she was alive with youth. She had glowing green eyes that sparkled with the sophistication and intelligence she held onto, having been educated at the finest school in the country. Her auburn hair was always done in the latest fashion, and her clothes were made of the finest materials sewn by French designers. Vivian Caldswell was living life at the top of the world.
Downstairs, the room was abuzz with the most social people around. Rich entrepreneurs, their beautiful wives, and other names in the business were mingling around enjoying caviar and sipping wine. Mr. Caldswell was chatting joyfully with the well-known lawyer Carlos Sanchez.
"I cannot believe little Vivian is twenty-four! Wasn't she just that little girl running around my office?" Carlos joked with one of his famous chuckles. Geoffrey smiled back saying,
"I know. Where does time go? And to think, she'll soon be inheriting all of this. Not to mention her gift tonight." The man smiled warmly at the thought.
"What did you get for her, old boy? Another hotel?" Carlos joked as he took a sip of the expensive wine.
"Jewels. You know how much Vivian loves emeralds. Look just like her eyes. I'm giving them to her at the end of the night." Geoffrey smiled warmly at this thought.
"Where do you have them, old boy? Surely you aren't just wandering around with those things! Knowing you and how much you spoil your daughter, surely there worth nothing less than digits in the thousands!" Carlos exclaimed, motioning wildly with his hands. His drink dangerously teased at spilling out the side.
"Of course I'm not wandering around with them! I paid a very hefty sum, more than I would've liked to. Which, as you know, is quite a digit. They're beautiful though, one of the most rare and pristine types around. Absolutely gorgeous. I've put them in the hotel, a special place no one else knows about. Specially put it in the original design, supposed to be fun for Vivian, but I never did tell her…thought I'd let her find it herself. Amazingly, she never did."
"Really? I-" Carlos was interrupted by a butler walking up to the two.
"Excuse me, Mr. Caldswell, you have a telephone call. It's urgent."
"Of course. Carlos, excuse me." The lawyer nodded and gestured for Geoffrey to leave. The hotel owner walked to the back room, and had a brief phone conversation.
"Is everything all right?" The butler asked when he put the telephone down with a sigh.
"I'm needed for a matter of most importance. I shouldn't be gone for more than fifteen minutes, but that's time out of my daughter's birthday party."
"Perhaps you could choose not to go?" The butler suggested. "And if you chose to, sir, I'm sure Miss Vivian wouldn't mind. She seemed to be having a very good time earlier with Master Patrick."
A smile flittered over Geoffrey's face. "Yes. Good boy, Patrick. Smart, savvy, strong…He's actually asked me for permission to marry Vivian."
The butler smiled. "Really? Did you let him?"
"I did. I think David Patrick is the best boy Vivian's brought home so far. Good head on his shoulders. I have no doubt he will take good, good care of my daughter. I think he might propose to her tonight." Geoffrey said approvingly.
"Where are the two lovebirds? I saw David speaking with the bartender earlier, seemed to be a bit of a misunderstanding. Maybe it was his waitress though…"
Geoffrey scoffed. "It's always something or other with that girl," he sighed. "Probably messed up his order. Well, I'm off. Half hour at the most." The butler bid him good-bye, and then headed out to the room. A tall, muscular young man of African-American descent stopped him.
"Excuse me, have you seen Vivian at all? I haven't seen here all night and I'm dieing to see her again. Haven't seen the ol' girl since high school!" He laughed a little, and the butler replied,
"No. Perhaps you would mind checking her room for me though? I remember her speaking fondly of you, you are Victor Stone, no?" The man nodded his head. "Her room is the second door on the left hallway. Second floor. You don't mind, do you?" The butler asked. Victor shook his head merrily.
"Not at all. I'll go get the birthday girl now!" He disappeared up the stairs, leaving the room in its merry festivities.
The butler headed off to the refreshment counter to fill up the punch. He saw David Patrick walking by, smiling nicely. The butler smiled back, heading over to fetch a plate resting on a counter. In the bar, he could see one of the waitresses yelling angrily at the twin waiters, what were their names? The butler couldn't remember, but there was definitely something the black-haired waitress was upset about.
As he walked through the room, he was surrounded by even more society. Conversations and laugher flooded in the room, swimming overhead. There was an amazing singer flowing out melodies to a crowd of many, all with some sort of money behind them. Where it was from, it probably didn't matter, just as long as they had a six-figure numeral sitting at the bank.
There was yelling somewhere. The butler whipped his head around to see Victor Stone thundering down the stairs. His eyes were wide and he was panting. A sweat had broken out across his forehead.
"Master Stone! What is it?" The butler called as Victor started yelling for everyone's attention. The saxophones and piano stopped. The singer halted. All conversation ceased, and time seemed to stand still. All were staring at the disturbed looking Victor.
"Murder!" He screamed out. "Vivian's been murdered!"
A/N: All right, man, there it was! Let me know what you think! Also, question: who should Cy be paired with? Bee or Jinx? Or should I put in a triangle?
Well, thanks so much for reading! Now be sure to put in a review! ;) Can't wait to hear your thoughts! Thanks everybody! Peace and rock on-
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