OK peoples, here's my next story. It's not going to be as serious as Vanishing Act, this is more a bit of fun. It's an idea i've been messing with for a bit and I thought I should finally start with it. The prologue is not, in itself, intended to be the best piece of writing I have ever done, it is merely there to serve the purpose of introducing a little bit of the background to the rest of the story. And, as you may have noticed with Vanishing Act, the chapter will improve as I go along (I hope). On with the story. I give you Teen Titans: The Musical! N.B. it is advised that yu have seen Fractured before reading this prologue, otherwise you won't undertsand a few things. -------------------------------------- Prologue: Normality Restored...? The city had returned to normal. At least as normal as a city filled with super-villains including a giant block of walking cement and a sentient ball of electricity could ever hope to get. Johnny Rancid, after altering reality into a black and twisted former version of itself, had been defeated by the Titans, was now safely locked up in prison, and his bike sold off at a police auction. The citizens of Jump City had returned to their homes, trying to get back to their normal lives after the horrific changes they had lived through; first a horrific Crayola nightmare featuring Godzilla, then the dark oppressive terror of Rancidville. The Titans were in their tower. They were giving their farewells to a small, round and cheerful being. He floated gently above the ground, tears in his eyes. He knew he would have to leave now, and he would miss his new friends immensely. He raised a small hand, preparing to leave. “Hold on!” a voice said. The small fellow turned to look up at his hero, Robin. Robin continued to speak. “Before you head back home, how about you fix my arm?” he asked, tapping the cast around his arm. Larry was dumfounded. “Really?” he asked earnestly. “Another chance? Even though I might mess up?” Robin smiled and nodded. “Just give it your best shot.” Larry smiled back. He raised his hand, his long gloved finger straightening. He pointed it straight at the white cast. The fingertip glowed yellow as it made contact with the solid covering of Robin’s arm. There was a bright flash. Robin shut his eyes, looking away from his arm. He turned back, and found that he could freely move his arm. The cast was gone. “Perfect!” he said, flexing his newly healed appendage. “You did it…umm…” Robin looked around at his surroundings. Or lack of them. He was in a large white expanse, devoid of any objects or life. “Larry?” he called. “Heh heh…oops…” Larry’s voice echoed in the white void. “Where have you sent me?” Robin shouted. His voice was sucked into the infinite white space. “Umm…you’re kind of stuck between your reality and a small unknown one that exists in between some of the bricks of your tower,” came the hesitant reply. Robin sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. “Right, just get me back!” “Hang on!” The white space glowed a brilliant yellow, before exploding into a cascading fountain of colour. Robin felt himself being pulled forwards at an incredible speed, before coming to an abrupt stop. He was jolted left then right, before being thrown high into the air. He reached the peak of his ascent, before he began to plummet. He cried out, shutting his eyes. Again, he stopped. He could feel ground beneath him. He risked opening his eyes. He yelled in surprise as a large green tiger appeared in his vision. “Beast Boy!” he shouted, making to grab the large feline as it morphed into a small mouse and ran off. “Don’t do that!” The mouse changed into the teen form of Beast Boy. “Yrros, edud! T’ndluoc tsiser!” “You know, those subtitles are real handy,” Cyborg mused, reading the yellow letters that hung in front of Beast Boy as he spoke. “Ton ynnuf! Siht si loocnu!” Robin sat up, dazed. He patted himself down, checking for any extra body parts he may have grown on the return trip. He sighed in relief when he found he was his normal self. “Well, I got to go.” Larry turned around again, ready to leave. “What if you’ve changed reality again?” Raven asked morosely. “Nah. If it has changed, it’ll wear off.” “Ekil ym hcaeps, thgir?” “Yeah.” Starfire gave Larry a hug. “Farewell small, amusing version of Robin! We shall miss you!” Larry’s eyes turned into heart shapes. “I will miss you guys too. Good luck, Robin!” Larry waved his finger, and was gone. The Titan’s furtively looked around. The sky was normal, the sea was blue, and the city hadn’t become a child’s picture story. Everything seemed fine. “I guess we got nothing to worry about,” Cyborg said. “My scanners say we’re all fine.” “My head is not trying to fly away!” Starfire said with glee. “I guess everything is back to normal then,” Robin added. “Tpecxe ym gniklat, you mean. Wha- hey! I can talk forwards again!” Beast Boy said triumphantly as the subtitles vanished before him. “What a shame,” Raven said quietly. “Alright ya’ll, inside for some r and r!” Cyborg said, opening the roof door. The tired Titans made their way into the tower, failing to notice the quiet music that was building across the water.