Chapter 1

I can create drugs.

Well, that’s a bit of a simplification, but it’s not wrong at all. As long as I know the chemical compound of any material, I can replicate it through my body. If it’s something liquid, I can convert parts of my body to that substance. My spit, piss, blood, sweat, etc. If it’s something gaseous, I can breathe it out. Replacing my carbon dioxide with another form.

And if it’s a solid…well, I can materialize it in my hand! Unfortunately, it sounds much cooler than it actually is. See, it’s pretty much impossible for me to materialize anything from my palm larger than say…the size of a bottlecap.

Even getting to that size takes a lot of time and concertation. Thus, I’m mostly limited to producing pills and mints. So, not very great, but hey, I still got the ability to produce liquids, right? That’s still pretty good.

And it is…sort of. See, I can’t really produce any strong acids. Why? Because they’d quickly burn through my own skin before I can use it as an attack. Saving my opponents the trouble. I can gain a resistance to some chemical effects if I produce or taste them, and that resistance isn’t small. But it’s not immunity.

And the resistance isn’t all encompassing. See, for drugs and acids, my body can develop a kind of resistance against these things. But for something like gasoline? Water? Nothing would happen, obviously.

…There was a brief period of time where I once had the bright idea to produce gasoline sweat and throw it about the place as an attack. It uh…well, it didn’t survive past the testing stages, I’ll tell you that much.


When I say I gain resistances to drugs produced by me, that isn’t to say I need an exorbitant amount of them to feel any effect. Well normally I would, however, that’s where another ability of mine comes into play. You could also describe it as just an extension of my drug production ability.

I can edit my creations. The more I understand a drug, the more I can edit it. Increase the potency, decrease the potency, remove the addictive nicotine elements, increase the addictiveness, and perhaps most importantly, add the ability to circumvent my own resistance.

…What? Nothing wrong with a little high from time to time.

Oh yeah, and there was a limit to how much I can produce before I get negatively affected. Usually using too much leads to Anemia. And what happens if I keep going after that?

I don’t know, nor do I care to find out.

This was pretty much all the information I gave to the rest of the ‘Titans’. That’s what Robin was calling this team, and no one really had a better name for it. While Robin had the Justice League build a MASSIVE tower out in the island that everyone landed on after the battle, everyone else didn’t really have anything to do.

Which lead to numerous get togethers where each person would talk about themselves and their abilities, as the bare basics. So, I learned the name of Cyborg, as well as his deal of being half machine. Apparently, it had something to do with a project his dad had been working on.

Then there was Starfire. Previously known as the spray tan alien. Apparently, her abilities worked depending on her current emotions. Happiness allows her to do…something? Anger allows her to…fly? Okay, I didn’t really know the specifics. Mostly cause of how complicated it was, and how broken Starfire’s speech could be at times.

And she was hot. That was also pretty distracting.

Oh right, and apparently, she could learn new languages through lip to lip contact. Aka kissing. And considering she was speaking English…I leveled a look towards Robin who completely ignored me in favor of silently blushing up a storm, while pretending like nothing was bothering him.

Beast boy, the green kid from earlier, was the only other one besides from Robin to have prior superhero training. He was in some group called the Doom Patrol. I’ve never heard of it personally, but that’s not exactly surprising. Still, Robin knew of them, so it meant he wasn’t lying about it.

Oh yeah, and he could turn into a wide variety of animals. Which is also why he’s strictly a vegetarian. Makes sense.

The girl cloaked in shadows was Raven. Who…was apparently just a normal girl. Who could use magic.

That was pretty much all she was willing to share. Which was fair enough…I guess?

She wasn’t very talkative. Whether that was because she was shy and had problems opening up, or was because she didn’t care to was anyone’s guess. Though I would lean towards the latter.

And then there was Robin. Who of course had his reputation precede him. Even still he went over it. Protégé of Batman, yada yada, trained fighter, martial arts, etc. As a Gothamite myself, none of this was a surprise to me.

Actually, the only thing I considered a surprise was that he didn’t talk about my past. Or at least allowed me to not bring up our…mutual history. Talking about how I used to work for criminals and had a few run ins with the law wasn’t exactly a good conversation opener. Especially to the future team I’d be on.

Oh right, Law. That’s the superhero name I decided to go with. It was a bit of a rush thing, as I was the only one who hadn’t given a superhero name, so I went for the first thing that came to mind. That of course being my own name.

The others seemed to accept it, whereas Robin gave an amused smirk and raised eyebrow. Whatever. If I needed to, I’d switch it to something else.

We did this for about a week until the tower was finally done. No, you didn’t hear me wrong. It took a week for a MASSIVE tower on a small island overlooking Jump City to be built. A tower that spanned like twenty floors.

They had to have used some sort of superpower to make it or something. Cause I was pretty sure that the first two days of the week they hadn’t even started yet. It was pretty crazy to look at. Hell, it was crazy to go through when Robin gave everyone the tour.

There was a main tunnel connecting the base of the tower with the city. With a paved road and everything. There were also some other tunnels, but those didn’t have paved roads, only the main one. After entering the Titans tower, Robin showed everyone the elevator and stairs, before taking them up. Which is when we learned that everyone squeezing into the elevator was perhaps not the greatest idea. Especially when a few other members had the ability to just fly up the stairs.

But I digress.

There were plenty of floors. The med bay, garage, a gym, living room and kitchen area, storage, a floor for power and emergency power, and of course the floors where we’d be living in. Said floors were pretty big, and even better, they each had four main rooms. Which means the rooms we would get would be MASSIVE in size.

There were only two negatives. The first was that there were only five floors. Which was…more than enough honestly. Why they saw fit to add so many rooms for a team of six individuals I could only guess. The other negative was that there was only three sets of bathrooms and showers.

Which wasn’t a big deal. Just meant if I had to take a piss, I’d have to leave my room to do it. Not like I was afraid of the dark or anything. Hell, even if I was, the security around the place was fucking impressive to say the least. I’d feel scared for the fucking shadows.

The bottom fifth and fourth floor shared their communal bathroom. The middle third and second floor shared one, and the one at the very top had their own. The First floor not only had its own bathroom and showers, it was also situated next to the gym. The gym on the left side, and on the right side was two massive rooms.

And Robin had claimed the entire floor to himself.

There was something I had come to realize about Robin. While he could be pretty mature at times, he was young. Like, I knew he was young when we first met and he beat the ever-loving shit out of me, but I thought we were just the same age. Turns out, he’s actually a few years younger than me.

Or at least I’ve gathered as much. Not like he was very forthcoming with answers. And due to his age, he could be very…childish at times.

Such as claiming an entire floor for himself. Still, no one really fought against him, why would they? There were five floors in total, and six Titans. That meant all but two were going to have their own floors to themselves. Besides, he was also the one with the connections to get this building in the first place.

So while I didn’t like it myself, I couldn’t really argue against it. Though I had enough introspection to know the only reason I didn’t like it was because that risked me being one of two who didn’t get their own floor.

But perhaps that wouldn’t be a bad thing…if I became room buddies with Starfire and took showers at the same time? Well, things happen. Worst case scenario was either sharing a floor with Raven or Beast Boy.

Raven cause she’s not only kind of drag, but she doesn’t really seem all that attractive. Constantly hiding behind her cloak and not interacting with anyone above what’s necessary. Which was fine. All the more power to her, but that didn’t exactly do her any favors when it came to engendering her to anyone else.

Beast Boy was cool, but he could get pretty damn annoying real quick. Constantly asking questions and trying to keep propping up conversations that had naturally died. At the very least, he did come off as some kind of neat freak, so I doubt he’d leave much of a mess.

In the end to decide which floor we all got, we drew straws. Which left Cyborg with the biggest one, giving him first choice after Robin.

And he chose the fifth floor. Probably due to the power room being right underneath it, but that wasn’t something I felt keen on asking. Especially when I’ve gotten the vibe that he’s not exactly comfortable with his robot half.

The second largest straw was Raven. Seeing as she was the one who initially came up with the drawing straw idea, one would think that she’d be happy that she drew the second one. But instead, her face was as placid as ever. She chose to live on the second floor, the one right underneath Robin.

The third largest straw was Starfire, who was extremely happy at being third place. She and Beast Boy didn’t really seem to understand the point of why everyone was drawing straws, whereas Cyborg, Raven and me were quite adamant about it. Even still, the rules of the game were honored, and she was able to pick her next floor.

“Hmm, then I shall go with the second floor, right next to friend Raven!”

While she wasn’t known for smiling, Raven’s scowl could get even more unhappy and gloomier.

“Joy…”

I had drawn the fourth biggest straw, or perhaps I should say the second smallest? Either way, I looked at my choices before making a decision. The third and fourth floors were the only ones still free from anyone. Which meant whatever I choose, Beast Boy would take the opposite.

If I chose the fourth floor, that would mean not only do I get a floor by myself, but I’d also only have to share a bathroom with one other guy. And that guy was half robot, so I’m not sure if he’d even take up any bathroom time. Or maybe he’d take up way more bathroom time due to it?

Hmm…that was a risky play.

Or I could choose the third floor. Having a floor all to myself but I’d have to share a bathroom with Raven and Starfire. While that sounded hot, women were known to take a lot of time in the bathroom to ‘freshen up’.

It was a tough decision-oh who am I kidding, I wanted to see Starfire naked. And honestly, who could blame me?

So I choose the third floor.

Which left Beast Boy as the last person to choose.

And instead of going for the fourth floor like I thought, he instead went with the fifth. For a pretty similar reason to Starfire’s. Cyborg rolled his eyes, but he seemed a lot more pleased by Beast Boy’s reasoning than Raven did.

It was a good thing I didn’t choose the fourth floor then. Three guys in fifth and fourth floor, with two girls in the third and second? That would have set a dangerous ‘boys and girls separate’ kind of precedent. And I was all for being Co-ed.

Though again, that was entirely dependent on the idea that ludicrously hot chicks would join the team later, which wasn’t exactly likely.

Hmm, maybe I could take to Robin about loaning out some of the rooms on my floor to people in the city? Preferably college girls with a penchant for smoking.

Oh right. There was one thing in the tower that was still being built. It was a big cylindrical room next to the power room that Robin referred to offhandedly as a Zeta Tube. What the hell that meant I had no fucking idea. But it did catch my interest.

On top of what was at least a billion-dollar fortress, the Justice League also seemed to see fit to give everyone a type of allowance. Which is probably the absolute worst way Robin could have explained it to the group, but he didn’t seem to catch that. It wasn’t much cash individually, but considering everything was already being covered, that meant there weren’t really any deductions in said pay for basic necessities.

Which pretty much meant I could maybe decorate my room with the money. Maybe get some new clothes, or a haircut. Something I’d need to think about.

But I could think about that in my brand new thousand-dollar bed.