Identity Crisis

Enter The Bat

Tara opened her eyes to the radiant beams of sunlight shining through Beast Boy's window. She smiled as she realized that there had been no nightmares or visions or memories as she slept, only a deep and undisturbed sleep.

She stretched her arms in the air and opened her mouth in a wide yawn as she stood up and walked over to the window. On her way over she paused to look herself over in the mirror. As she fixed a stray piece of hair, she noticed something, a small crack, growing wider, and wider. Suddenly she was thrown back as the glass shattered into hundreds of pieces.

"What—" she moaned, rubbing the back of her head. She looked around and the room had disappeared and been replaced by thousands and thousands of mirrors. "Gar?" she called, trying to keep her panic to a minimum. She was answered by a series of crashes from behind the mirrored walls. She pressed her ear against the wall, and she heard them draw nearer and nearer.

She gasped and threw herself to the side as a final crash sent whatever was causing the noise flying through the wall. Dust and debris flew everywhere, making it hard to breathe and to see. "Hello," Tara called out. She caught a glimpse of something green, and something orange, but nothing was clear enough to tell what they were.

Finally, the dust began to settle, and a figure materialized out of it. "Gar?" she gasped.

Suddenly her eyelids flew open, and she staggered backwards from the shock. The crash of a potted plant filled the air behind he and that's when she realized it was gone. The mirrors the dust, Gar. She found herself staring through the window at the rising sun shedding its rays on jump city. It had all been another dream.

"Friend Tara!" a chipper voice called from behind her. Tara whirled around and kicked the shards of glass and dirt to the side.

"Starfire!" she exclaimed nervously, "Good Morning!"

"And the good morning to you as well," Starfire responded with a bone crushing hug, "I see that you to have risen to watch this most glorioustest of sunrises!"

"Um, yeah," she smiled and turned back toward the window, trying to hide her confusion.

"Since you are up the early," there was a clang of pots and pans behind Tara as Starfire spoke, "Would you like to assist me in the baking of a traditional celebratory Tamaranean breakfast?"

At first Tara just stared out the window, wondering what had happened, why she'd been sleepwalking, and did it have anything to do with her visions? She sighed and resolved not to think about it. At least not till the Titans figured something out.

She sighed and walked over to the counter, "Sure," she said, "How can I help."

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"Do you think he's awake yet?" Red X stared at the phone, tempted to grab it and dial the number on the screen.

"I don't know," Vicky was sprawled across the bed with a magazine draped over her face, "What time is it?"

"5:20," he groaned. The two had been up all-night reading, and at around 3:30 AM Vicky found Bruce Wayne's phone number after hours of searching. They were finally ready to call him, but they'd had to wait 2 hours because Bruce Wayne probably wouldn't answer his phone at three in the morning.

"Ugh!" Vicky threw the magazine off her face and grabbed the phone.

Red X sat up, "What are you doing?"