Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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South of Granada - 02:06

   The laughter inside the Jeep was deafening, drowning out even the local Spanish radio station that Noah had tuned in to.

Soon after Damian, Maya and Lonnie having headed out to the Lab, leaving Raven with Jinx and Leonid in the group's vehicle as backup, alongside Noah—who could assist the others with his computer prowess without actually needing to be there in person—Jinx had begun asking Raven about she and Damian's time as Titans, leading to Noah asking if she had any embarrassing stories about their friend.

"So, Damian goes 'I'm a quick study.' before going up onto stage and challenging Garfield."

Jinx couldn't believe what she was hearing. - "So, Damian, our stoic, contemplative leader, Damian," - She confirmed. - "Challenged someone to a dance off?" - When Raven affirmed that she had heard correctly, the sorceress broke out into a fit of laughter.

"I'm still stuck on the fact that there's someone out there with the first name 'Garfield' who has the ability to turn into a cat." - Noah remarked, his laptop perched on his lap, the screen displaying the hacked Lab's security system.

"Garfield?" - Leonid echoed. - "I don't get the reference."

"Old cartoon strip about an orange cat, loved lasagne, hated Mondays... Not ringing any bells?"

"Reminds me of 'Sobakov' though he was grey and loved both pierogi and high production quotas."

Noah snorted. - "I always forget you grew in the USSR."

That caught Raven off guard. - "Wait, how old are you?" - She asked Leonid.

The large man adjusted his sitting position, causing the entire vehicle to shudder. - "Biologically and mentally, eighteen." - He answered. - "But if we're going of the year I was born, I am in my mid-fifties."

"How does that work?"

"Well it all starts on December 28th 1922, when-"

The crackling static of the hand radio, charging in the centre council, cut Leonid off.

Noah lifted it up and adjusted the frequency via the small knob on the side of the device, until the message was finally clear enough to hear.

The voice of their Corazones Verdes contact, Matteo on the other end of the line, he and his cousin Julia were waiting in the escape van down the road, hidden behind some bushes in the hope of not drawing any attention.

"We've got a problem."

"Talk to me." - Noah requested, switching tabs on his laptop to access the Lab's camera system, which he'd accessed, by not changed out of fear of being found out by security.

"A caravan is heading your way. Three dark grey vans, tinted windows, no license plates."

"It's the Mascarillas." - Julia muttered quietly.

"The Masks?" - Raven translated, having learned enough Spanish from Jaime to understand, but unsure of who they were.

"Spanish secret police." - Jinx answered, undoing, tightening and redoing the laces on her boots, knowing that a fight was incoming. - "Bunch of fascist dicks, who are unfortunately very good at their job." 

The frantic click-clack of a typing keyboard drew the two's attention back to Noah, who had opened a smaller tab in front of the security camera screen and was typing away.