Like an Onion

The Titans
Issue #1: “Like an Onion”
Story and Art by Boris Mihajlovic
Written by: Brian Burchette

(c) DC Comics

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Two bursts of energy struck the wall next to Nightwing, who had thankfully ducked for cover barely a second before, or his guts would now be plastered along the wall.

“Get down!” He shouted as he did a summer-salt that landed him near a doorway— just enough cover to keep from getting blown to bits. “Ravager! Jericho! They’re coming from all sides! We’ve got to move, and I mean now!”

He swung himself out of the archway, again barley dodging an energy weapon as he tossed two pellets onto the ground and a cloud of smoke begin to fill the eastern corridor.

The laser blasts continued, more wildly now, as Nightwing turned his attention to the west wing and his team-mates. Ravager had acquired a gun from a downed guard, and was firing into the approaching army of H.I.V.E. troops.

“They are, Really? I though we were caught in the middle of some kind of Cult Pride Parade,” She sniped back to him.

Nightwing ignored the comment. He was getting used to doing that. “Jericho, is there any way—?”

With a shake of his curly blond head, the hero gave his leader a frustrated look, and then waved a hand over his eyes. Nightwing caught on immediately to what he was trying to tell him. They were all wearing dark, shaded goggles. No way for Joey to make eye contact.

A guard fell to the ground with a cry of pain as Ravager struck him in the thigh. “So what’s plan B, El Capitan?”

Dick threw another concussive grenade at the troops coming down the east wing, blowing several back through the air. “Why do you always expect me to have a backup plan?”

“Cause you wouldn’t be you without one,” She quipped as she struck another guard in the shoulder.

“Wound only!” he reminded her, noting how close she had come to the guard’s neck on that last shot.

“Trust me, this would be a helluva lot easier if I wasn’t trying to wound them.”

Jericho’s fingers moved swiftly to ask what plan B was, seeing that they were out numbered ten to one.

“To be honest,” Nightwing said, “ Plan B is to surrender.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Ravager screamed in frustration and Jericho stared at him in shock.

“We can’t win this one. The odds are stacked too high against us. We have nowhere to retreat to anyway, and my guess is that the H.I.V.E. leader is going to want to know what we’ve actually learned, and if we were able to transmit it out, before he kills us.”

“Okay, bird-boy, little flaw in that plan. They only need one of us to get those answers from.”

“Doubt it, he won’t know which one of us would be the one to crack…Though I admit I’m guessing on that last part.”

Ravager narrowly missed getting struck by a blast. “And if your guess is wrong?”

“Well, then, I’m hoping Joey is the one they keep alive.”

“Oh that’s real funny. Damn, I knew we should have brought Argent with us.”

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