Titans Together

Chapter Six

From the doorway, Richard observed the session, genuinely impressed by the control Raven had over her burgeoning abilities. "Just out of curiosity." He began, stopping Bruce in his tracks. "How did you have control over the situation?"

"I didn't." Bruce answered simply. "But unlike you, I made sure my emotions didn't portray that. Her sensing my confidence in the situation took away her fear and self-doubt."

Richard turned back to Raven, a subtle tinge of dismay coloring his expression. The weight of contemplation hung in the air. Was it really that simple? Could his undying confidence make that much of a difference for her? As he grappled with these introspective thoughts, the truth loomed over him. Was it even possible to provide the unwavering confidence she desperately needed?

...

Deep within the secure walls of one of the imposing Cadmus buildings, the atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension that seemed to cling to the air like an invisible shroud. The woman standing in the well-appointed office exuded an air of strength. Yet, nervousness flickered in the depths of her eyes as she addressed the formidable figure seated behind the grandiose desk.

"Mr. Luther, we have finally tracked down the location of our escapees." She informed him, her voice a study in controlled steadiness. However, even her poised demeanor couldn't mask the unease that permeated the room.

"Took you long enough." Mr. Luther muttered impatiently, his stern countenance casting a foreboding shadow over the otherwise pristine office. The dim light flickered, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. His demand for efficiency echoed in the silence, creating an almost palpable tension that hung in the air. "Where are they?"

The woman approached his desk, her steps measured, and handed Mr. Luther a sleek tablet, its screen displaying a video at the ready. With a stoic expression, he watched as the alien redhead strolled down the sunlit sidewalk next to the green teenager, each enjoying a large ice cream cone.

"What if we trap her in a tall tower, and you climb all the way to the top to rescue her?" The alien optimistically suggested on the video.

Looking sufficiently annoyed, the green boy was quick to dismiss the idea. "Kori, I said no Disney movies." The mundane conversation of the targets clashed with the intensity of the situation, creating an odd dissonance in the room.

Ignoring the banter from the targets, Mr. Luther watched closely as they strolled up to a foreboding building and walked inside. "They reside in a Tower in Jump City, California." The woman continued.

"Well, let's get a move on then." Mr. Luther stated, his impatience cutting through the air like a sharp blade. The urgency in his voice resonated with an unspoken directive, and the room buzzed with the anticipation of swift action.

"If I may, Mr. Luther, Sir." A dark-haired man interrupted, stepping forward with a sense of purpose that demanded attention. As he entered the spotlight, the atmosphere in the room thickened, the collective anticipation escalating to a palpable level. "I would like to take the lead on this one."

Mr. Luther narrowed his eyes, suspicion etched on his face. "Why so quick to volunteer, Mr. Galtry?" He inquired, his discerning gaze fixed on the man who had stepped into the forefront.

"I guess you can say I have a personal vendetta with one of them." Nicholas Galtry replied, his voice carrying unresolved emotions. As he casually tucked his dark bangs behind his face, a prominent scar became visible – a memento from a vicious tiger mauling that spoke volumes about personal vengeances and an unyielding determination.

"...As you wish, Nicholas Galtry. You may take the lead in this assignment." Mr. Luther granted, his approval resonating with a sense of unspoken authority. "Do not disappoint me." The directive hung in the air, a silent warning that underscored the gravity of the mission and the high expectations placed upon Nicholas Galtry's shoulders.