Titans S1 -
❝ the 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 will know our names ❞
Titans S2-
❝ we will be 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 ❞
Titans S3-
❝ shall we show them what 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 can do ? ❞
Titans S4 Part One-
❝ you don't fuck with 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 ❞
Titans S4 Part Two-
❝ we are 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 ❞
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞
Ⅴ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒅
HAZEL TRIED TO MOVER HER ARMS, THE PULL AT HER JOINTS STARTING TO ACHE IN HER BONES. Hazel stretched her legs out in front of her. The occasional whispering for her attention, asking if she could hear them moved to tell her things. "The screw on the top left wall of the glass case is loose." Hazel lifted her heavy eyes to look at the metal hinges that held the glass together. The top screw barely sat on the metal and its washer was on the other side of the wall.
"There's a hairline break in the front piece of glass, on oversight, they think it's a reflection." Hazel looked at the bottom of the glass in front of her. Just a few inches from her foot was the slight crack in the glass, barely longer than her pinkie finger. "Weave a vine through it and the glass will shatter."
"Too noticeable," Hazel whispered. If she didn't feel the breath over her lips there was no sign she spoke.
"If you applied enough pressed to the button on the collar it would collapse.By the time they realised the collar was gone, you could turn the vest to dust and destroy the glass. Get Conner out and you could leave with minimal casualties."
"We do this properly," Hazel said slowly, her brain almost in too much pain to think. "We get out legally."
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RACHEL AND TERRAN WALKED BESIDE EACH OTHER AS THEY LED GAR, TIM AND DICK TO THE HOUSE IN RACHEL'S VISION. A double-story house, red bricks and the dream white picket fence with green fern bushes. "This is what I saw," Rachel confirmed with a nod.
"In your vision?" Gar asked.
"No, we picked it out of the yellow pages," Terran muttered, shaking her head.
"What are the yellow pages?" Tim asked, leaning forwards slightly.
Terran looked back at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "You're older than me, how do you not know what the yellow pages are?"
"T," Rachel called. "Not important."
"Stay close," Dick ordered, making his way to the concrete stairs. "We don't know what we're gonna find." Terran and Rachel followed closely after Dick. Once the door opened Terran could hear a slight echo of an old fifty's song. Mr Sandman echoed through the house giving the cold blue space an eerie feel.
As Gar closed the door behind him and Tim, the song faded out before starting again. Terran flexed her hand, a swelling feeling taking over her bones. "This place reeks," Terran whispered, peeking her head around the side of a wall and into a sunroom.
