Teen Titans: The Beauty of the Dark - Book Two

Chapter 2

(Sparrow's POV)

I limped with every step that I took towards home.

My legs were cramping, my head pounded ferociously, and my left arm was painfully limp.

It's okay, girl. Just stand up straighter, walk faster, and get back to the team. You can take care of yourself when you get inside, I thought as I made it closer to my friends. A harsh wave of nausea and dizziness threw me off, bringing me to an abrupt halt. My head pounded harder and faster, blinding me with surprise at the pain.

Okay, I'm pretty sure I've gotten myself a concussion, and a bad one at that.

As I slowly approached my team, I heard Robin interrogating Cotton. Nice, they caught him! Thank goodness. Now I can hit him, well, once I take care of my injuries.

He was shouting in a foreign language...Japanese. What's he doing here, all the way from Japan? Do the Titans have any connections to Japan? As far as I know, I don't think we do.

"Uumm, either that wasn't English, or I think I have a concussion," Beast Boy said in surprise, just as I made it.

"Ditto," I muttered, spitting blood out of my mouth. I stared down at Cotton, who looked up at me and became frantic, fearful almost. He began shouting at me in Japanese, making my eyes harden in confusion.

Huh, that's weird. Why shout at me? Would he have a valid reason to shout at me when he sent us on a goose chase? The idiot wrecked our tower!

One of Cotton's explosives sounded like it was about to explode, but as he struggled, the loud beeps from the explosive died down. Robin stalked towards the explosive and picked it up, and by the tension he held in his stance, he wasn't happy.

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I stood in the bathroom, examining all prominent injuries I endured just earlier. The necessary tools lay all over the bathroom counter. My hair was matting together with drying blood from what I discovered to be a gash.

First thing's first...

Taking three deep breaths, I snapped my dislocated arm into place, crying out loudly in pain. I flexed my fingers and moved it around. It still hurts, badly, but it's nothing that can't be fixed.

I hung my tall mirror on the wall behind me as a guide, and surprisingly, my X-Ray vision worked with me as I used large tweezers from the infirmary to grab the pieces of glass that had been inside my wound.

The antiseptic didn't make the constant throbbing and pounding any better, but at least I knew it wouldn't be infected.

I carefully sterilized the needle, and stitched my wound. I'd be lying if I said it was an easy task. It really isn't, and it's a painful one. Why didn't I have the common sense to have someone help me?

Oh, that's right. Everyone else was busy cleaning up the tower, which I failed to defend with my force field. If I hadn't failed at it, the tower would be spotless right now, just as we left it.

Stupid, stupid Sparrow, I thought to myself.

I managed to clean myself up just enough to pass as decent, aside from the temporary sling on my arm and my concealed gauze. My arm and head throbbed, so I'd have to take care of that. From the random waves of drowsiness and dizziness hitting me every now and then, I knew for a fact that I have a concussion.

I went up to the interrogation room. I knew I'd find Robin in there. Quietly stepping inside, I made my way next to him. His arms were crossed in irritation, and his face was cold and steely.

Without a word, he hit the translator button to my right, giving us a chance to listen to whatever this guy had to say.

"You must let me go! I am Saico-Tek! You are not to stop me! Only he may stop me! I belong in Tokyo!!!"