Chapter 5: Transportation

LOCATION: Outside of Titan Tower TIME: 9:38PM

Raven, her brother and the invisible Slade stood outside as a black limousine pulled up on a steamboat.

Slade smirked at this, and watched while Michael led his sister to the dock.

Clean, silver, metal ladder slowly, descended to the front of them.

"Titan Raven!" yelled one of the younger students. "Why are you leaving us? Where will you go?" Several others joined him, looking at her with sorrowful faces. Though their relationship with Raven was not strong, they felt awful as if they had caused it. "Is it because of us?" another asked, a darker one, who was psychic and could set things a flame, crush things and levitate them. (NOTE: Raven is more powerful than them.)

"Now, Ronan," she said and patted him on the shoulder with her gloved hand. "You know I'd never leave because of any of you." She looked up to see their little faces brighten. It was a lie, not a total lie but, it was manipulating the truth.

They studied her face for a while, and a few gazed to the older man standing there beside Raven. He looked somewhat related to her, he had naturally blue colored hair and her eyes except bluish. He wore baggy pants and a untucked, white button up shirt, unbuttoned, under it was his bare chest. Raven was slow to notice the large amount of ladies staring and drooling, slightly, at her brother's chest.

"Good-bye, Teen Titans," she said and they all looked from where she stood to where she was sitting; she was sitting on the limousine's roof, on the steam boat.

Michael smiled at her pace and teleported over to her seat, leaning against the car's front end. Raven, automatically, went from a content face, to a stern one. She looked at where Slade stood, alone, in front of the other students. She concentrated, barely and he was seated inside the limousine.

'White leather,' he thought. 'Nice. Even has a TV.' Raven laughed at hearing his thoughts so clearly, her brother looked at her.

He had waved to the new Teen Titans, as they drifted off, he was now tired and bored.

"I'm bored," he said, plainly, looking at the gathering mist. "The salt water is really getting to me." Raven turned and glared at his lack of respect.

"Weren't you on the boat earlier today?" she asked, opening the limousine door to peek on Slade. He gave her a bored expression, she started to mouth him orders and recommendations of things to do with out any trouble.

"Why, no, I had taken a jet." He sighed and glared at her, to be greeted with the sight of his sister's hinny through the cloak. "A nice, black one; with wings, and jets. Not some boring boat! With a limousine on it!" He stood, walking towards to see what she was doing. "What are you doing? Talking to yourself?"

"Shut up!" she yelled, sharply, turning around and stepping on his foot with a pure purpose. "Now you go to bed and you, too!" she yelled looking her brother and Slade through the tinted glass, seeing herself.

"Okay, sooty. Anything for you," he said and left for the inside quarters of the steamboat, to go talk to the captain.

She rolled her eyes, opened the door and slid in next to Slade, revealing some of her thigh. Slade, looked that way, but quickly looked back up at her glaring eyes.

"Now, listen. Where you are going no one knows that much about. So you watch who you talk to there. I don't have any maids, nor female gardeners."

"Oh, and why is that?" he asked, coaxing her to continue, leaning forward to get closer to her.

"Because, if there were any other females there, he wouldn't leave her alone."

Slade smirked under his mask at that comment. "So he's a pervert then?" asked Slade in a quick whisper.

"Oh yeah."
Raven leaned into the leather, Slade nodded but not before scanning her body up and down twice.

"The captain says, 'We'll be hittin' rock-er-land soon, so buckler 'er and ye up.' Nice way of talking isn't it just?" said Micheal, peering through the glass of the tinted window. He cocked an eyebrow; did he notice the black clocked person beside Raven or was it just Raven's sleeping head on an invisible pillow. (That's Slade's lap for the slow pokes out there. No total offense, because it would've taken me a while to figure that out, too. Or maybe not.)