...p blue eyes, long well kept blonde hair wearing a brown tank top and a pair
of blue jeans stood at the door. “Shut the door Dick” the girl stated. “O…K….
and don’t call me that. My names Robin”, he replied. “Question…” he continued,
“How did you survive the cave-in?” The rest of the Titans gathered around Terra
as she explained her story. “Well. Slade was killed in the collapse, but I
managed to free myself, I mean come on, give me credit, I don’t get killed off
that easily in a little dust pile like that. I guess Slade just couldn’t take
the heat!” Robin was being very inquisitive, “and also, why the normal
attire?”, “Well… I don’t do the ‘crime fighting’ thing anymore. It’s got quiet
recently, so I’m out of it for a while. And also, please don’t call me Terra. I
haven’t been called that in a good year now. My name is Tara. Tara Markov. That is what
I was christened before I took up ‘that’ lifestyle.” She nodded at the Titan’s
crime fighting clothing. “I see.” Robin answered. He beckoned Cyborg over to a
corner to discuss the situation.
“Can we trust
her?”, Robin asked cautiously. “I don’t know… She’s
been a Titan in the past, and betrayed us, exploited our weaknesses, and almost
had us killed… I really don’t know”, Cyborg replied. His answer seemed very
disheartening. “Should we let her stay in the Tower until we can be sure that
everything in the outside...