Y/n: It's a pretty town. on the surface.
y/n moved in a great stride, unlike Y/n who struggled to keep up with his pace, his steady gait making his way down the street.
y/n: Hurry up, slow-poke!
Y/n: "There is no need for you to rush."
This made y/n look over his shoulder.
y/n: Umm, they've got Raven's stuff you know. If you're really me you would look after Raven as much as I do. Right?
Zoom into y/n's expression. Y/n dodged gaze until the silence finally made him reluctantly look up. He gave an involuntary huff, putting on his hood.
Y/n: I suppose you're right.
His hood shadowed his features.
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Beastboy: So, what now?
Beastboy: What now is to get your butts outta ya' tighty whities if you still think we are 'clones' yada yada!
Starfire: Restrain yourself Beastboy, we are not going to force them to believe who we are, but we sure wish to find our Y/n.
Starfire: My old twin is right. let us find raven's y/n and yours!
Robin leans into Starfire and whispers to her.
Robin: Uhh, starfire, don't you mean...our y/n?
The scene shifts to an abandoned storage facility that looks really old, crumbled and preoccupied by criminals.
Y/n: This place has really caught the worst of it.
y/n: Yeah? I can totally see that with my eyes that work. Oh well, you know how it is. All the gang wars really shook the city up.
Y/n looks down, as if he feels guilty.
Y/n: Even without a war, this place would have met the same fate.
His younger self turned to him.
y/n: What makes you so sure?
Y/n: Confident enough for you to perceive that your girl's item lay within this part of town.
y/n seems to know what he's referring to.
y/n: Black Friday but like... every Friday.
Y/n: Greed and oppression my friend. If the heat was rising, it means you're close to the source. Let us keep going and hope the king is in his castle.
They say the predator can smell their prey from a miles radius. Sooner or later, someone's gonna decide he's not so special. A bunch of thugs tooled up like they were about to roll into Fallujah. And of course, they were headed their way.
Thug 1: What are you two doing here?
Thug 2: Come on. Don't just stand there. Get 'em!
y/n: I've already made it this far. What's the worst that could happen?
Y/n: No, you fool!
All of a sudden, a different man emerges. With that much security, it had to be they were at the king's pad.
y/n: Who is it?
Y/n: It can't be... he's supposed to be dead.
Michael Jackson: Kill the red one, tie the young one in some rope and oil him up real nice...
