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Titans Tower:
It had been about two weeks since Mark's meeting with Superman, his brief battles with the Titans, and his encounter with Blackfire (that last one still had him blushing... sometimes he could barely believe his own actions when it came to women). He'd spent the majority of his time training and keeping his abilities sharp, tooling around the Tower, and getting to know the rest of the team. Unfortunately that last one came with a fair bit of avoiding half of said team like the plague. He still had no wish to speak to Dick or Tim, and Donna clearly didn't like him. Starfire was alright, but after dealing with her sister he almost found Kori to be too bubbly. The others were fine. He and Connor got along alright after their fight, and Jaime and Gar were funny if not too over the top sometimes. He often ended up near Raven, sitting in comfortable silence or listening to soft music while she read. Their conversations were nice, and he learned a lot about the girl and her time with the team. It also felt good to talk to someone with no real alterior motive and who actually had brains to back up their ridiculously over the top powers and skillset. She told him about her past, and he about hers, and he knew that they both understood what it was like being trapped under the shadow of a horrible father. It was through her that he found out a lot about the backstory of the other Titans, as well as expanded his knowledge on the mystic arts (something which he had no understanding of prior but was always interested in). Mark had never been the best with science and tech, but since discovering his powers he found that believing the unbelievable was easier than he thought.
Go figure.
Regardless, he was finally getting comfortable at the Tower, and today was another day filled with seemingly more of the same. Mark was actually out on the roof enjoying the nice weather and was calmly balancing upside down on his left hand as sweat ran down his shirtless torso. He knew he could fly, but he preferred the deep concentration of having to use his entire body in cohesion with his mind. It was how he trained martial arts, it was how he kept his mind in order, and it was how he trained with his powers after discovering he had them. He'd just switched to his right hand when he heard the door open and heard the familiar footsteps of a certain bird themed hero step out and hesitate. Mark furrowed his brow in furstration, his concentration slipping before he sighed and decided to speak.
"Why don't you take a picture, Drake," he drawled out. "Maybe it'll last you longer." Eyes still closed, he heard Tim cough and turn to walk away before staying. Realizing that this was conversation was bound to happen sooner rather than later, Mark decided to get it over with. He flipped over onto his feet into a crouched position before straightening out and opening his eyes to see one nervous Robin standing before him. The two stared at each other before Mark spoke.
"What is it you want? Come to try and apologize, or maybe another lecture fed to you from on high by the all mighty Bat?" Mark asked with a little venom. Tim winced at that, sighed, and spoke next.
"Mark, I... I am sorry. Really, I am. Hiding my life from you, especially after finding out about who you and your mom were, was wrong. I regret not telling you, Barbara regrets not telling you, even Dick feels bad. We all hate what happened, and we wish we could go back and not attack you. Bruce is paranoid, but after finding out about who you are... do you really blame him? Let the past stay there. It's time to move on. Please... come back," Tim said pleadingly. Mark said nothing, but internally he scoffed.

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To Be Invincible (Invincible x DC Crossover)
ActionMark Grayson is a young man who lives with his alcoholic mother in the Gotham projects. When he awakes on his 18th birthday, he suddenly finds that he has new and mysterious powers that make him do incredible things. Which begs the question: who i...