This fan script is part of an ongoing project that was started in 2008. In was written in hope of finding a team to animate it and voice it as a full-length
feature in an effort to "resurrect" the Teen Titans series. It is currently in part one of a two part miniseries.
The script itself was first published on TitansGo.net (forum), and gained a very small following (obviously not enough to get the film produced).
The plot itself mainly revolves around the characters of Beast Boy (Garfield Logan) and Terra (Tara Markov). It ignores the concepts set forth in final episode "Things Change".
This work contains disturbing images, blood and gore.
“Paint it Black”
OPEN: BLACK SCREEN
Total darkness. What few sounds may be heard echo eerily. We notice one of these sounds changing into something familiar. Footsteps?
An ambiguous figure enters, just recognizable as a silhouette.
As he approaches, they come into focus.
Eyes. Glowing yellow.
Lights suddenly flood the expanse, revealing it to be lacking walls of any kind. A white void.
Before Beast Boy stands the figure in full view.
Beast Boy’s face brightens.
He stops, only about three meters away now. The girl is in her Titans uniform. She doesn’t move.
She’s posed EXACTLY LIKE HER STONE FORM.
The ground shakes.
Terra’s eyes burn brighter.
The shaking makes a speedy transition to a ground-shattering earthquake.
One of the fresh formations blasts up, catching Beast Boy dead in the chest, flipping him end-over-end, and he lands back on his feet. He struggles to find secure footing on the shifting earth, but as he does, he’s suddenly grabbed by the throat, hoisted off his feet. He finds himself staring face-to-face with Terra, the right side of her face bathed in shadow.
SMASH TO BLACK
Beast Boy bolts upright in his bed with a strangled gasp. A cold sweat mats his green hair. He looks around his room; we now see it a little more clearly. Various posters for movies and rock groups litter the walls. Currently the only illumination is a computer screen in the corner – it displays the title screen for “Aliens: Colonial Marines”.
Beast Boy untangles the sheets from his legs, slides off his bed.
CUT TO: INT. TITANS TOWER – HALLWAY
Beast Boy’s door opens, and the green Titan exits his room. He is dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants. He heads down the hall.
INT. TITANS TOWER – KITCHEN
Beast Boy enters, walks over to the counter. He practically ignores Cyborg, who leans against the counter with a fresh cup of coffee. Cy looks concernedly upon the green teen. Beast Boy pulls a mug from one cupboard (it’s one of the only clean dishes here).
Of the coffee machine as Beast Boy fills his cup. The digital readout on the machine reveals the time to be 4:11 A.M.
Of Beast Boy’s face as he raises the cup to his lips. We see dark circles under his eyes; he’s obviously not sleeping well.
Of the kitchen. Cyborg sets him mug aside.
The sun rises behind the Tower, casting an orange glow on the whole of Jump City.
All five Titans are gathered in operations. Except, what was once their living room has been converted into a makeshift WAR ROOM. Some of the couches remain, but a detailed, holographic atlas has replaced the coffee table. The Titans are in full uniform, all except Robin, who wears black jeans and a black Ramones T-shirt (his mask remains, of course, on).
Fade in to the sound of dripping water. Light slowly comes up, becoming a dull, blue glow. Pan across various bits of ambiguous machinery until we find the source of the light: several huge, mounted COMPUTER SCREENS.
A map of Jump City, several portions marked in red.
Another map, this one of the whole of the planet. Several of these red marks pockmark each continent.
A microscopic view of flowing red blood cells, almost like we saw in “Apprentice” Part I. Black, globular viral agents bond with the cells, turning them black also.
In front of the screens stands a DARK FIGURE.
Behind this figure steps another shape – it is badly hunched over, covered in rags. His voice is a mechanical rasp entwined with harsh feedback.
This is TATTERDEMALION.
We are now looking at the face of the figure, with Tatterdemalion seen over his shoulder.
Right half shadowed, only one eye visible.
Suddenly, a green, digital LINE pierces the darkness. Builds into a slope, sinks back down. The same thing repeats.
We now pull back, revealing the screen of an EKG. Next to the machine is the patient hooked up to it: a teenaged boy no more than fifteen, his skin pale, his eyes wide, unblinking. We may guess that he’s dead, but he’s BREATHING. His pulse is irregular, his eyes black – whiteless. We now see several beds lining the walls – it seems like an endless hallway of sickness.
Standing next to the first bed we saw are the Titans; now dressed in full-body HAZMAT suits. With them is a doctor—his name is DR. ALEXANDER REMINGTON.
A wide, steel-lined hallway ending in a huge vault door guarded by two heavy Marines.
The Titans and Dr. Remington (now sans their helmets) enter, head toward the vault door.
A mighty noise is heard within as gigantic locks release, and the huge door slides open.
The lights come sparking up, fluorescent, eyeball-drying. Illuminates the room we are now in; completely white, sterile. Within it is simply a bed at the center. At the far end, we see the Titans and Dr. Remington through a Plexiglas window.
Beneath the bed, we can just make out a silhouette, crouching.
Everyone on the opposite side jumps back... except for Robin and Remington.
Blood smears all over the window as it writhes against the window – it’s broken its nose.
The rest of the group slowly moves back toward the window, now looking more in pity than in fear.
Darkness. A few lights illuminate the camp, which is the only way we can identify it until a SUPER reads
USMC QUARANTINE BASE BETA
REGION FORMERLY KNOWN AS CUBA
NEW DESIGNATION: PHOENIX 3-A
A few soldiers tend to a few tasks, some setting up equipment, some guarding the tents. A few Hazmat suited doctors move in and out of the tents.
As we move in toward the camp, a BLACK SHADOW moves swiftly and silently past us.
INT. MEDICAL TENT A7
The flap of the tent's door opens, a MEDTECH entering. As soon as he has entered fully, he takes note of the room; his eyes widen, and he drops the clipboard he was carrying.
looks like a BATTLEFIELD.
Bodies of Hazmatted Medtechs lay scattered about, gashes in their necks and chests leaking spreading crimson pools on the dirt floor.
But more importantly, ALL OF THE INFECTED ARE GONE.
EXT. BASE BETA
The Medtech runs out of the tent, stumbling, tripping. A group of soldiers runs up, helping the Medtech to his feet.
They all turn toward the source, cocking their M41-E battle carbines.
As soon as they do, one of the Marines is grabbed from behind, and is dragged away with a muffled yell.
The Marines now turn back but the creature, and the Marine, are now gone.
Suddenly, the night is pierced by an inhuman SHRIEK. The body of the missing Marine falls to the ground with a dull THUD. His eyes are wide, unblinking. Bite marks mar his neck, leaking black fluid.
The entire camp suddenly erupts with the chaotic sounds of battle; gunfire, screams, inhuman shrieking.
The creatures swarm the camp from every direction. It seems a good portion of the camp has been turned.
Aqualad stands at his desk, looking over a file. He hears the battle outside, runs to the entrance of the tent. Before he can open the flap, a Marine enters, panicked.
Aqualad rushes out of the tent, only to be greeted by the drooling face of one of the infected.
The creature lunges at him, but before it reaches him, he causes a nearby water tank to rupture, the pressurized liquid hitting the monster dead in the chest. It is sent reeling into two other creatures.
Aqualad surveys the scene. The Marines are few, and their numbers are rapidly dwindling. He grabs a nearby Marine, pulls his face to his own.
CUT TO: JUST OUTSIDE THE CAMP
Perched on a large boulder overlooking the camp is TATTERDEMALION.
The gunshots are reflected in his mechanical right eye as he watches the bloody battle unfold.
The Titans are gathered in the ops room. The viewing screen is partitioned into different windows. The most prominent one currently features Aqualad, his worn face only illuminated by the dim red interior light of a chopper.
A brief silence.
Air raid sirens are blaring. At the city limits, people are pouring in everywhere. The military has set up tents at the entrances, checking the people coming in using dogs. Every once in a while a dog will growl and bark at a refugee, and they will be detained and taken into a tent.
INT. BEAST BOY'S ROOM
Beast Boy snaps awake from another nightmare, hitting his head on the top bunk. He rolls out of the bed onto the floor, on his hands and knees.
QUICK CUT: TERRA'S FACE
From Beast Boy's dream.
He pounds the floor, frustrated.
EXT. TITANS ISLAND, NIGHT
Beast Boy sits on a rock at the edge of the water—the same rock he and Terra shared their first night together.
CLOSE: BB'S FACE
As he stares at the horizon. His eyes are stained by tears.
Very reminiscent of the one in "Sisters".
A figure stands at a workbench, dressed in a full hazmat suit. His eyes are disguised by a pair of glowing-red mech-goggles.
From the large door behind Chang, a SHADOWY FIGURE emerges.
Raven is poring through her leatherbound volumes. She is flipping the pages of one book in particular, when she suddenly stops, her eyes wide, staring intently at what is on the page.
INT. TITANS TOWER - LIVING ROOM
CLOSE - TABLE
As a large leatherbound book SLAMS down. Raven's hand is placed on top of it.
We see that all of the Titans have apparently been pulled out of bed. All of them are in their nightclothes—Robin in his Ramones t-shirt, BB in a green t-shirt, Starfire in a purple long-sleeved t-shirt and matching sweatpants.
Just like before, the ambiguous shape of Beast Boy enters. Then another. And another.
A thousand mirror images of Beast Boy.
He looks around, fear and frustration crossing his face.
He swings again, the image of Slade shattering and falling at his feet.
In the corner of his eye, he sees a shadow behind him. He turns, but it's too late.
The shadow catches him by the throat, lifts him off his feet.
The figure steps into the light; Terra, dressed in her Apprentice uniform. Her eyes burn bright, but her expression and tone of voice are soft.
As Robin shakes Beast Boy awake.
Beast Boy unbuckles himself, follows him.
They are parked behind a barricade of three humvees. Sounds of gunfire can be heard all around. Marines are positioned at points in the barricade, firing at an unseen enemy. Cyborg fires over one of the humvees, dodges some gunfire, rolls. Raven and Starfire let loose with starbolts and dark energy.
They are almost to the top when the mech tank suddenly catches sight of them and opens fire.
Clenching his teeth with exertion, Robin coils the handle of the whip around his hand as Raven carries them the rest of the way to the roof.
When they reach the top, they collapse, exhausted. Raven moves to Beast Boy, inspects his wound. It bleeds freely, but doesn't look too ugly.
Raven, Robin and Beast Boy drop down from the skylight. Raven looks around.
The interior of the restricted section is, by contrast to the rest of the library, surprisingly spartan; mostly metal-lined concrete walls, lit by fluorescent lights. Glass cases run along the sides of the long, corridor-like room. At the end of the room, hunched over one particular case, is a familiar form dressed in a tight black suit and a tattered gray cape. He stands with his back to them, standing in the middle of a pile of Slade's shocktroops, holding a leatherbound book. The figure turns to them, revealing the death's-head of his mask.
With a feral war-shriek, the two warriors lunge at each other. They meet at the center of the room, where Robin delivers a roundhouse kick that is intercepted by the brunt of X's naginata. Robin lands, brings his whip around towards X's head, but X moves his arm to block, the blade wrapping around his gauntlet. Robin, taking advantage of his open state, sends an uppercut into the thief's jaw, then quickly pulls his whip free, straight across X's mask. Robin kick-flips off of X's chest, lands in a feral crouch, his whip snapping behind him.
X clutches his face, takes his hand away; a quarter of his mask has been cut away, revealing some messy brown hair and a dark green eye.
X seems to think about that for a second.
EXT. TITANS TOWER
We are looking at it from above. We come down slowly toward the entrance, where the Titans watch as several marines unload a large steel cylinder from the APC parked outside.
Chang nervously loads his equipment onto an armored vehicle. He is finished and just about to leave when a voice sends a chill down his spine.
SMASH TO BLACK
FADE IN: TITANS TOWER—INFIRMARY
CLOSE: RAVEN'S FACE
Her eyes are closed in concentration.
Raven sits cross-legged on a chair, the book in her lap.
INT. OBSERVATION AREA
Beast Boy, Cyborg and Starfire watch on the monitor as Raven performs the spell.
Robin watches patiently as a chopper lands on the helicopter pad on the roof of the Tower. Several marines get off, along with Aqualad, Speedy, Bumblebee, Kid Flash, Jinx, and Argent (all in new military uniforms).
Several Deathstroke Wraiths remain; feeding on the tattered remains of everything human that was left behind.
INT. TITANS TOWER—OPS ROOM
They are gathered around the holo atlas, which has collapsed into a chessboard-like map.
Not from Raven.
She opens here eyes, and they widen in shock.
We now see
Very pale, but flesh, and breathing. Her eyes are closed, and her breaths are shallow and ragged.
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
The eyes of everyone here are as wide as Raven's; Beast Boy's even more so.
The EKG next to Terra's bed begins to beep faster, then faster, then FRANTICALLY.
Terra's eyes SNAP open, bone-white, and she begins to CONVULSE wildly against the bed.
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
Beast Boy practically TEARS the monitor out of the wall.
Raven is struggling to keep Terra's movements at a minimum with her powers, but she's fighting a loosing battle with the former-Titan.
Beast Boy bursts in from the door, but Cyborg catches up to him and grabs him by the shoulders.
A moment of stillness, and Beast Boy slowly enters. His eyes are wide, his hands slightly shaking. He steps up to the bed, cautiously; as he's afraid this dream may end.
Cyborg deactivates his cannons and begins to walk back down the street.
INT. SLADE'S HIDEOUT
He watches his accursed screens, depicting the carnage of the Deathstroke Wraiths and the military fighting them off. But the one screen in particular he is focusing on features a security feed from the library.
Tatterdemalion stands firm, as if expecting something.
Releasing a trigger.
He now turns from the control panel, walks toward the agonized cyborg.
He taps the button again, and Tatterdemalion releases his head, steadying himself on all fours.
SMASH TO BLACK
FADE IN: INT. TITANS TOWER INFIRMARY
We are slowly moving over several disinfected metal trays, into which have been placed the various pieces of Terra's armor, bloody, with hair-like microcables branching off grotesquely. We now see Terra, lying in her bed, resting peacefully. Bloody bandages mar her body, her once blond hair stained crimson and matted. Beside her sits Raven, writing in a journal.
Robin sleeps unrestfully, tangled in his covers. He is stirred from sleep when his communicator begins to chime. He reaches, groaning, and opens it.
INT. TITANS TOWER OPS ROOM
Some satellite photos are splayed out across the table; certain points are highlighted with yellow marker.
The Wraiths march single-mindedly toward their destination.
Raven is once more taking notes.
All the Titans are now gathered around the screen, which depicts the satellite photo shown to Robin earlier. Robin stands before them all, briefing them.
Vehicles are fueled.
Custom battle-armor is fitted.
Robin takes his weapons; whip, birdarangs, bombs, disks. He slips on his own, new combat suit. This one is heavily armored, yet still maneuverable. Its color scheme is blue and black. This is the Nightwing-Class Combat Suit.
A company of marines is outfitted with mech battlesuits, evening the odds, in a sense.
EXT. TITANS TOWER
Retrofitted now as a military installation. Armored heavy carrier choppers lift off, heading for the mainland.
EXT. DOCKS, JUMP CITY
As soon as the choppers reach solid ground, they deploy three armored humvees with mounted turrets on the back. Other choppers unload the infantry, all outfitted with mech-suits and advanced suppression weaponry.
IN THE SKY
A light reconnaissance copter, heading off toward the center of the city.
Lit with low-energy red lights. Strapped in place are the tracking team; Cy, Robin, Speedy, and Argent.
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. JUMP CITY STREET, DAY
Still gloomy, foggy.
The marines march down Main Street, with Aqualad, Kid Flash, and Jinx leading. Several other Titans are mixed in with the marines, now outfitted with their own battle armour.
A recon chopper flies in from the fog, over the company’s heads.
We knew the Wraiths had numbers, but we’ve never seen anything like this.
The horde’s black eyes glint with inhuman hunger, as they march single-purposely toward their quarry.
The Titans’ eyes grow wide.
Featureless, black. Absolutely no visibility until a single SPARK dances across the screen, in a pattern, blazing a glowing rectangle that FALLS inward, revealing the outside world, including the infiltration team and Cyborg putting away his blowtorch.
We find ourselves in a clean-room like corridor, as if they were about to enter a quarantine zone. At the end is an elevator door with a keypad.
As the Titans recover from the noise, they see that the doors have been pried open neatly by a set of giant red metal jaws.
Behind a bunker of sandbags, Aqualad and Jynx clutch their rifles. The sounds of battle resound everywhere; Shrieks, gunfire, explosions.
Aqualad swings up and fires a volley into the fray.
A few Wraiths take glancing shots and go down but not out.
He takes cover again, and suddenly Kid Flash is there, his armour splattered with black liquid.
Over their heads roars a JEEP, military green with a mounted turret. The turret blazes, ripping several Wraiths right in half. When the jeep lands, it crushes about nine more under it’s armoured tires.
The three Titans stand, look toward the jeep.
In the driver’s seat is GIZMO.
Taller. Slightly older. Slightly less annoying. Very slightly.
Suspended by high-tensile rappelling lines, Argent, Cyborg, Speedy and Robin descend the elevator shaft.
Lightning fast, Speedy finds his bow and lets loose an arrow which pierces the Wraith’s body and turns it to solid ice. Speedy hugs the wall as it falls past him, and we hear it shatter below.
Meanwhile, it appears the other Titans have been having their own jolly time; several Wraiths have descended and are now attacking the Titans.
The reports of their rifles crackle, but it isn’t enough to keep them all at bay. Several of them climb onto Argent, but she retaliates by generating a large, spiked shield that impales several of them.
The now-crispy Wraiths drop from the walls, dead.
The Titans breathe heavy sighs of relief.
When they turn to her, she is cradling her arm.
It is STAINED WITH A BITE MARK.
CLOSE: A WRAITH’S HEAD
As it is CRUSHED by the jeep’s tire.
We now notice that operating the turret is KID WIKKID, mercilessly mowing down any Wraith that isn’t cut down by the armored tires of the vehicle.
FLASH CUT TO:
INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT
The pink fades to blue as an acetylene torch blazes through an elevator door. Two metal hands push through and pry the door apart, revealing Cyborg and Robin.
CYBORG: Good thing that wasn't as reinforced. We'd've needed Argent again.
The two swing in, surveying their surroundings. They're now in a relatively wide corridor, lined with heavy doors.
CYBORG: Looks like we're about 50 meters underground. I'm surprised I was able to pick the signal up through this much interference.
ROBIN: Where's the signal coming from?
CYBORG: Up ahead, last door on the left.
Robin nods, readying his staff. Cyborg takes point, his readout held in front of him as his other hand transforms into a minigun. They reach the end of the hall, poising themselves on either side of the door. Cyborg's elbow hovers over the control pad. Robin gives a nod, and Cyborg jabs the control, the door hissing open. They spin, Cyborg's weapon preemptively revving.
The room is a HOLDING CELL.
Tatterdemalion is the centerpiece of the room, held in a spread-eagled position by the shackles at his hands and feet. He is surrounded by various pieces of high-end equipment that tie into him through various tubes and wires. He looks up wearily at the Titans.
TATTERDEMALION: Ah, company. I was wondering when you would arrive.
Cyborg frowns, lowering his gun as he heads over to look at the equipment. Robin approaches Tatterdemalion cautiously.
ROBIN: You're controlling the Wraiths?
Tatterdemalion “laughs”, a horrible grating noise.
TATTERDEMALION: I suppose you could say that. Suppressing them would be a more apt term.
Robin raises an eyebrow. Tatterdemalion's eye whirs, as if noticing the expression.
TATTERDEMALION: My Deathstroke virus is a masterpiece, genetic recombination and sequencing at its finest. However, at its base is a sort of... instinct, if you will. Though it is highly developed, almost a race memory. My connection to them overrides it, crudely directing them by my consciousness.
ROBIN: You're saying... without you, the Wraiths would be more intelligent?
Another screeching laugh.
TATTERDEMALION: You're smarter than you look, boy. You could say that. I made a great deal to keep my work on the virus quiet, out of the wrong hands. But I had to continue my work when I inadvertently infected myself. Soon after, Slade Wilson offered to fund my research and provide this augmentation suit to help me retain my humanity. But at a grave price... I've reason to suspect now that my contamination was not as much an accident as I once believed.
Robin's eyes widen at the revelation.
ROBIN: Listen, if what you're saying is true, then help us. Stop the Wraiths from attacking the Tower!
Tatterdemalion shakes his head.
TATTERDEMALION: Impossible, I'm afraid. I can only suppress, not cease their violent nature. Even if I were to try, Slade would cut off my life support and I would succumb to the virus.
ROBIN: Then we can at least get you out of here, somehow disconnect Slade –
CYBORG: (O.S.) Can't do that either, Robin.
He disconnects from a terminal, shaking his head.
CYBORG: Whole place is rigged to blow as soon as he's disconnected.
Robin grits his teeth, his fists clenching.
ROBIN: …can't you disarm it?
Cyborg blinks, staring for a while before turning.
CYBORG: (low) I can try.
Raven's eyes suddenly go wide, a primal scream echoing in her head.
RAVEN: Something's wrong...
Beast Boy lays on a cot, now asleep. Raven nervously looks between him and Terra, wincing at each of the distant explosions as the battle rages on. She moves over to Terra, setting a hand on her brow.
RAVEN: (whispers) I'm sorry.
She settles onto the floor, cross legged, entering a meditation stance. Her chakra begins to glow, and we notice a matching light appear on Terra's forehead. Raven's face screws up in concentration, the EKG next to Terra speeding up slightly.
INT. TATTERDEMALION'S CELL
Sweat beads on the flesh portion of Cyborg's face and he frantically reroutes connections.
TATTERDEMALION: (quietly, almost sadly) This is a futile effort. If you leave me here, I may be able to keep the Wraiths in check.
Robin shakes his head.
ROBIN: We're not leaving you behind. None of this was your fault, and we're getting you out of here.
Tatterdemalion laughs. But... he sounds different now, somehow.
TATTERDEMALION: Such a typical sentiment from you, Robin. And also characteristically foolhardy.
Robin blinks, confused. Suddenly, he notices: a small, glowing insignia on Tatterdemalion's forehead that wasn't there a moment ago. A stylized “S”. Robin grits his teeth.
ROBIN: (hisses) Slade.
SLADE: I must say, Robin, I have missed our little chats. Your unerring morality always brightens my day.
ROBIN: Let. Him. Go.
SLADE: Now now, my friend. You know better than to make demands when you have no grip on the situation. Though I suppose that's what I've always liked about you. You never give up, regardless of how foolish it is to persist.
CYBORG: Robin, we gotta get out of here. He could set those charges off at any minute.
ROBIN: I thought you were disarming them?
Cyborg shakes his head.
CYBORG: I've never seen a system this redundant. Any time I make a bypass, a backup kicks in and locks me out.
SLADE: Looks like I win this round, Robin.
ROBIN: If you blow those charges, you kill your controller.
SLADE: And there's where you disappoint me. You assume I'd be stupid enough to lead you right to the only way of controlling my Wraiths.
SLADE: I'm afraid that's all I can allow, for the moment. Until next time, then.
With a sudden, jerking movement, Tatterdemalion twists his head at an unnatural angle, snapping his own neck. His head hangs limply, the light of his eye-lense flickering out.
Robin runs up to the corpse, grabbing its collar and shaking it, shouting in its face.
ROBIN: Slade? SLADE!
Cyborg punches the wall, buckling the metal.
CYBORG: Dammit! I can't track the signal he was talking through, and Slade set off a failsafe. We've got five minutes before the place goes up in a mushroom cloud.
Robin practically growls as he nods, heading toward the door quickly. He suddenly spins, pointing at Tatterdemalion's corpse.
ROBIN: Bring him.
EXT. TITANS TOWER
The battle seems distant here. Marines and armoured infantry stand guard, some of them obviously upset to be left out of combat.
Suddenly, the water of the bay begins to churn, a form emerging from the water.
The others whirl to face the gargantuan beast stepping out of the bay. Nearly ten feet tall and rippling with muscle, its forearms terminate in gruesome blades of broken-off bone. It regards the marines with glowing yellow eyes, its mouth breaking into a jagged-toothed grin.
TROGLODYTE: (throaty growl) Meat.
The marines open fire as it lunges forward, tearing into the soldiers and absorbing bullets like mosquito bites.
A moment later, two dozen wraiths erupt from the water, crowding onto the island.
Sweat beads on Raven's forehead, her chakra blazing.
We slowly close in on Terra's face, and suddenly her eyes fly open, glowing RED as she lets out a yell of pain.
Terra sits up, looking at her hands curiously.
TERRA: (in RAVEN'S VOICE) Can't believe that worked...
She climbs out of the bed, shakily standing before falling over. She crawls to a pair of crutches, propping herself up and heading out of the infirmary.
The tank rolls through, blasting a hole in the Wraith's ranks. More of them swarm up, clinging onto the cannon and some even biting the chassis.
Jynx looks through the viewfinder, casting magic to flick the Wraiths off the tank.
JYNX: Is it me, or are they getting meaner?
AQUALAD: Robin better disable that control signal soon...
INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT
As Cyborg and Robin rapidly ascend on their cables, Tatterdemalion's corpse hanging limply over Cyborg's shoulder. Robin yells into his communicator.
ROBIN: Red Alpha to Blue Alpha, the control signal was a decoy! Repeat, the signal was a decoy! All units fall back to Titans Tower!
EXT. TITANS TOWER – ROOF
Terra – Raven – hobbles up the stairs, stopping at the edge of the roof. She drops the crutches, teetering a bit before she steadies herself. She takes a deep breath, looking over at the carnage below.
RAVEN: Alright, Terra. Let's see what you've got.
She closes her eyes, bracing herself. Her teeth clench and the ground begins to rumble. Her eyes open slowly, glowing a fierce yellow.
Robin's warning plays on the radio. Jynx raises an eyebrow, frowing.
JYNX: Fall back? Hell with that, I'm finishing this fight!
She guns the tank forward, smashing into the rapidly advancing Wraiths. There seem to be fewer, but there's no way to know for sure. Aqualad puts a hand on her shoulder, and she eases back. He looks her in the eyes.
AQUALAD: Jynx, we can't win this. It's over.
She stares at him a moment, then grits her teeth.
She puts the vehicle into reverse.
Several Wraiths are flung off, their bodies exploding as the tank backs up and turns around. The rest of the troops follow, firing backwards as they retreat. Choppers fly overhead, airlifting the troops and mowing down the horde to cover their escape. It doesn't seem to dwindle their numbers at all; there are much more than previously thought.
Cyborg and Robin come barreling out of the exit, Robin looking around frantically.
ROBIN: Where's our evac?!
CYBORG: Speedy must've used it to get Argent out.
Robin slams his fist against the door in frustration, pulling out his communicator.
ROBIN: This is Red Alpha to any available choppers, we need immediate evac from mission insertion point. There facility's rigged to blow in less than two minutes and we are carrying mission-sensitive materials!
The communicator crackles, a solemn voice responding.
DISPATCH: Negative, Red Alpha. All active airlifts are currently assisting our ground troops. I'm afraid you're on your own.
Robin's arm drops, his shoulders slumping as he clicks off the communicator. After a moment he looks to his side, noticing the adjacent rooftop. He looks back at Cyborg, expressionless.
ROBIN: Think we can make that?
Cyborg follows his gaze, looks at the timer on his wrist – 1:25. He looks back at Robin, grinning madly.
CYBORG: Only if you can keep up.
As a platoon crowds on, firing at stray Wraiths that attempt to claw their way on board. As soon as they're secure he takes off, the Wraiths clinging to the landing skids flung off as the helicopter jerks to the side.
PILOT: That's the last of them. We'll have to come back for our boys in armour in the next sortie.
AQUALAD: (Radio) Don't worry about us, corporal. Just get our infantry out of here.
PILOT: (reluctantly) Affirmative...
Now empty aside from the scattered bodies. Gizmo's jeep roars by, trailing lead. It's quickly followed by the tank, and shortly after, the entire horde of Wraiths.
Robin and Cyborg jump rooftop to rooftop, putting some distance between them and the compound.
Not enough time...
Cyborg picks up the pace, Robin matching with some effort.
The pilot lifts his flight visor, his eyes wide.
PILOT: Holy s***...
The chopper flies past, and we now see what he was looking at; the Tower, raised half a kilometer into the sky, suspended by a platform of shifting boulders. A rapidly evolving pillar of stone.
EXT. TITANS TOWER ROOFTOP
Terra/Raven's face is taught with exertion, her nose and ears leaking blood as she forces the Tower higher.
TERRA/RAVEN: C'mon... just a little higher... we can do this...
CUT TO: TIMER
Cyborg and Robin have made it a good distance away. Before them is a sudden drop into the bay.
Almost at the edge...
They jump out into nothing, time seeming to slow.
A brilliant FLASH just as they hit the water, a shockwave sweeping over them and tearing apart the building they just leapt from.
Gizmo stops the jeep, looking over at the mushroom cloud rising across town. He looks behind him; the Wraiths have stopped chasing, having all turned to look at the explosion in unison.
EXT. TITANS TOWER ROOFTOP
The city is tiny from up here, but the cloud is still visible. The glow fades from Terra/Raven's eyes as she collapses, twitching slightly.
Raven's eyes snap open as she gasps, falling backwards. Her own nose and ears are bleeding.
EXT. TITANS TOWER, BASE
The marines are still fending off the Troglodyte, which is now bleeding black ichor from hundreds of bullet wounds. It runs forward and sweeps a platoon aside, one of them falling from the side of the island. The Troglodyte gives a deep, rumbling chuckle.
TROGLODYE: Can none of you bugs give me a fight?
Suddenly the side of its face explodes in a cloud of meat and bone. It staggers, then rights itself. It turns to see a marine in powered armour, his face obscured as he aims a smoking 8-gauge shotgun with one hand. The Troglodyte smiles.
It roars, charging forward. Another blast from the shotgun tears a chunk of its pectoral off, but it keeps coming. Another, and half its arm-blade flies off. Just as the Troglodyte is upon him, the marine throws the shotgun away, sidestepping and putting the beast into a headlock. The Troglodyte struggles, smashing at the marine with its blades, the armour sparking and denting.
EXT. RUINED PIER
Robin and Cyborg surface, Robin gasping for air, Cyborg dragging Tatterdemalion's body. The mushroom cloud looms behind them, spreading. Cyborg flips open his wrist, a Geiger counter clicking furiously.
CYBORG: Man, we gotta get outta here before you soak up too much of this radiation.
Robin nods, only taking a moment to catch his breath before trudging away. Cyborg slings Tatterdemalion again, following.
An explosion sounds nearby, causing Beast Boy to stir from his sleep. He looks over automatically at Terra's cot, his eyes widening at her absence.
BEAST BOY: Terra?
He sits up, groaning and clutching at his head. He glances down, suddenly noticing Raven's prone, bleeding form on the floor.
BEAST BOY: Raven!!
He climbs out of the bed, kneeling and picking her up.
BEAST BOY: Raven, c'mon... you're fine... j-just wake up...
He shakes her lightly, wiping the blood away from her nose.
BEAST BOY: (tearing up) P-please...
EXT. TITANS TOWER
The Troglodyte is free of the headlock, straddling the marine and pounding on his helmet, the visor cracking. The beast laughs, raising its arms for a final blow.
TROGLODYTE: First we crack the shell, then we crack the nut inside!
Gives the marine a little room...
The marine slides up, driving a pneumatic kick into the beast's crotch. It roars in pain, stumbling back as the marine rolls, retrieving his shotgun and pointing it point blank at the monster's head.
MARINE: (filter) What was that about nuts?
He pulls the trigger, the Troglodyte's head dissolving into a red mist. The headless body staggers, its arms flailing before it finally steps off the edge of the island, tumbling down into the bay of Jump city.
The Marine steps forward, shedding his helmet and tossing it over the side, revealing his gaunt face.
ADONIS: How's that for a fight, you son of a bitch?
EXT. JUMP CITY STREETS
Robin and Cyborg stagger wearily through, Robin collapsing from exhaustion, and perhaps radiation poisoning. He slumps against a wall, panting.
ROBIN: G-go... you've gotta get that body back to the Tower...
CYBORG: You're crazy if you think I'm leaving you behind.
His leg opens, revealing a rack of hypodermic needles. He pulls one out, jabbing it into Robin's arm. He grunts at the pain, rubbing his arm at the injection point.
ROBIN: What was that?
CYBORG: Something to keep you going until we can get you to the infirmary.
ROBIN: (smirks) You're not gonna tell me what's in it, are you?
CYBORG: (smiles) Let's just say it's a little cocktail I mixed up for occasions like this. You trust me, right.
Cyborg offers a hand, and Robin takes it as the big man helps him up.
CYBORG: Alright, we gotta lotta walking to do to make it back –
He's suddenly cut off by the roar of a descending gunship, which hovers directly in front of them. It turns, its hatch opening to reveal Speedy.
Without hesitation, the two Titans climb into the gunship, strapping in. The gunship lifts off the moment they're in.
ROBIN: Where's Argent?
SPEEDY: She's fine. She's back at the Tower.
ROBIN: The Tower? Why would you bring –
SPEEDY: (a slight smile) It's probably best you see for yourself.
Robin raises an eyebrow.
Beast Boy cradles Raven, tears beginning to flow down his cheeks.
BEAST BOY: I'm sorry, Raven... I'm so sorry...
RAVEN: (weakly) Beast Boy...?
He blinks, leaning to look into her face. She gives him a weak smile.
RAVEN: How many times... have I told you... about the touching thing...
BEAST BOY: (beams) Raven!
He hugs her to his chest, sobbing happily.
RAVEN: (muffled) I mean it.
He wipes his eyes, letting her go.
BEAST BOY: S-sorry.
Raven gets a sudden look of realization.
RAVEN: Terra... we have to help Terra.
Beast Boy blinks in confusion as she struggles to stand, and he helps her get her feet under her.
BEAST BOY: Where is she?
RAVEN: (heading for the door) On the roof.
BEAST BOY: (eyes widening) She's awake?
Raven looks at him oddly.
RAVEN: For her sake, I hope not.
CLOSE: TATTERDEMALION'S BODY
On a gurney as it's wheeled away, revealing Robin and Cyborg standing at the base of the Tower with Speedy. In the background, the marines work on shoving the remaining bodies over the side.
SPEEDY: We're not even sure what happened. Just got a general alarm that the Tower was being attacked, then there was all this babble about the Tower “shaking” and then “going up”.
CYBORG: Could... could it be Terra?
ROBIN: That's impossible... she's still comatose.
SPEEDY: You sure about that?
EXT. TITANS TOWER ROOFTOP
CLOSE: TERRA'S FACE
In the background, we see Beast Boy slowly approach, kneeling and pulling her gently into his lap.
RAVEN: Beast Boy, wait...
BEAST BOY: (softly) Terra... can you hear me?
For a moment, the only sound is Terra's soft breathing. Then, ponderously, her eyes begin to open.
TERRA: (groggy) Beast Boy...?
Beast Boy lets out a chocking sob, tears streaking his face.
BEAST BOY: Yeah, Terra... it's me...
She gives a weak but confused smile as she reaches up and softly touches his cheek. Beast Boy puts his hand atop hers.
TERRA: Beast Boy...
Her eyes open completely. Glazed. Unfocused.
TERRA: ...why can't I see?
Beast Boy's expression falls as he looks into Terra's distant, staring eyes. His tears flow as he stares blankly.
TERRA: ...Beast Boy?
SMASH TO BLACK
CUT TO: EXT. TITANS TOWER, NIGHT
Robin sits alone on the edge of the island, staring out over the ocean as the wind blows his hair. He looks tired, his face oddly gaunt.
VOICE: (O.S.) Hell of a thing you did today.
A dark silhouette stands behind Robin, keeping to the shadows.
Robin inhales sharply.
ROBIN: Don't you ever knock?
VOICE: Not in the habit of using the front door.
ROBIN: And where were you in all of this?
VOICE: You think things are any better in Gotham?
ROBIN: Yeah, it's not like the military decided to prioritize Gotham over Jump City.
VOICE: You know that's not what I mean.
Robin turns as the form steps out of the shadows slightly. Pointed cowl, black cloak. The form of armoured shoulders visible underneath.
ROBIN: Why'd you come here, Bruce?
The cowl turns, looking away.
THE BATMAN: I wanted to tell you how proud I am, you handling this on your own. You've come along way since we separated. I can see you've learned a good deal about leadership.
ROBIN: Well... I've got a great team.
THE BATMAN: Including the remarkable young woman responsible for this... interesting bit of landscaping.
THE BATMAN: I hear you brought her back from the dead.
ROBIN: It's... complicated.
THE BATMAN: Keep an eye on her, Dick. Tampering with death is dangerous. I learned that the hard way.
Batman turns, his cloak swirling.
THE BATMAN: I'll be in touch.
As he heads away, Robin turns, calling to him.
ROBIN: Bruce... it's not over, is it?
Batman hesitates, looking away.
THE BATMAN: No... I'm afraid it's not.
FADE TO BLACK
END PART I