Back in the day, this victory would have called for a party at Titans Tower. The music. The laughter. The mustard with pizza on bottom. But these days, I have no party mates.
Raven became a servant of Trigon. Cyborg? He joined the Regime. Beast Boy has been missing so long, I must assume he is dead. Dick Grayson... He was my star-crossed soulmate. He will never be replaced. And now, all that's left is me. Last of the Titans.
Dick would not approve of the moping. I only overcame the loss of Tamaran by coming to Earth and forging new bonds of friendship with the Titans. It is incumbent upon to repeat history. To forge new bonds of friendship. Maybe they're not MY Titans, but the only way I know to honour my lost friends is to make sure that no matter what, there will always be Titans together. After all, I beat Brainiac. That was a victory. And victories call for mustard parties.
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