*at Bristol House*

[isabel-bristol.livejournal.com]

The younger Titans have arrived at Bristol House, a sprawling "painted lady" mansion that has obviously been added to over the decades since California's time as a territory. Tall palm trees line the driveway up to the house; any Titans capable of taking flight for an aerial view of the mansion can count 17 chimneys. As they draw closer, passing by manicured hedges, they see a large, round fountain. In the center of the fountain, lashed by the spray, is a bronze figure of a horse, but not in the Classical style so imitated by the Victorians. Rather, it is a rearing mustang, complete with Western-style saddle.

Climbing the front steps to the veranda at the entrance, the Titans notice that the house has been recently painted, and they speculate quietly amongst themselves as to how many gallons of paint and how many manhours of work it took to complete such a staggering task. Kid Flash begins to chatter about the ingredients in exterior paint and their respective properties, but he is elbowed into silence by Wonder Girl, who tilts her head towards the front door, which has just opened to reveal the slight figure of Isabel Bristol. The old woman beams at the sight of the younger Titans, then looks surprised to see Speedy and Greta.

Two more of you? I wasn't expecting--

She smiles kindly.

Not that it's any trouble, of course! And what an unusual costume, my dear. An archer? My, my. The bow and arrow is a fine weapon indeed. Perhaps you'd like to see some of my great-grandfather's Indian collection? He held the Paiute-Shoshone in the highest regard. I still remember the stories he would tell about the braves he'd met. "Izzy," he'd say to me, "never let anyone tell you them Snake Indians aren't good fighters. I'd rather have a dozen Snake Indians than a whole troop of cavalry at my back."

Miss Bristol next smiles at Greta.

My, aren't you a pretty little girl? And who are you?

Greta ducks her head shyly and mumbles her name, instinctively moving closer to her teammates.

Greta? That's a sweet name. Not one you hear too often these days, but it suits you very well.

The old woman claps her hands gleefully.

Well! Now that you are all finally here, please, come in ... Brentwood wishes to take some photographs of your little group in the ballroom, and then I do hope you'll enjoy the tour we have planned for you.

Beckoning them all to follow her, Miss Bristol ushers them into the front hall and then into the ballroom, where a tall, sour-looking man silently directs them to stand in front of a gilded pipe organ. The Titans' footsteps are a trifle unsteady on the waxed parquet floor, but they obediently pose and smile for the camera, sneaking glances at the carved frieze running around the ceiling or looking up at the chandeliers dripping with crystal teardrops overhead.

And now, the tour! Please follow Brentwood, and he'll show you simply everything....

The still-silent Brentwood packs his camera away and leads the Titans out of the ballroom.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

*Follows Brentwood silently, instinctively taking in every detail.*

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

*Brentwood turns and gestures for Robin to enter the next room first. The room is a parlor, filled with antiques from the period. Photographs and paintings of the California Territory line the walls*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

*Is vaguely reminded of Wayne Manor. He continues to take in his surroundings and saying nothing, as is his habit when with the Titans.*

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

*Beyond the parlor is a study, which prominently features a rolltop desk. Here the walls are covered with blueprints for the Bristol pistol, carriage and stagecoach designs, and maps of Old West towns.*

*When Brentwood finally speaks, it is surprisingly melodious, a contrast from his sour, dusty appearance*

Miss Bristol thought you would be very interested in this room, Robin, given your training.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

Really? *looks around, frowning.*

*Decides to play along, and examines the blueprints and maps.*

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

*Brentwood gives a small, respectful bow*

Please feel free to examine whatever you wish. Miss Bristol has instructed that you are to be given the freedom of the house while you stay here.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

*nods absently, absorbed in the blueprints of the stagecoach - the vehicle contained a lot of hidden compartments, which reminds him of the Batmobile and his own beloved Redbird.*

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

*Brentwood watches for a moment, nodding in satisfaction, then ushers the rest of the group to continue on the tour. A barely audible click is heard as he closes the door.*

*A moment later, a steel grate slides down over the two windows in the room.*

*The other door swings silently shut, closing with yet another barely audible click*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

*registers the click* What the...!

*thumbs his comm* Robin to Titans - can you hear me?

....

Dammit...Robin to Oracle, do you copy?

[oracle-watching.livejournal.com]

...cle to Robi...

*static*

...say again?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

Aww nuts...

Oracle - can you hear me? Bristol House is a set up!

Can you hear me?

*curses under his breath, hoping enough of that got through*

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

*zips around, gawking at everything*

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

*As Kid Flash zips ahead of the group, a trapdoor suddenly opens beneath his feet, causing him to slide down a chute to a darkened room*

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

*thud*

Ack! What the....?

*zips around, testing the dimensions of the room, yelling*
Robin? Cassie? Anybody? Mr. Brentwood? HELP!!

[isabel-bristol.livejournal.com]

*a crackle heralds the first words he hears*

Oh, do sit down and try to behave, you little brat.

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

*stares at her*

Brat?

Brat!!

*snarls at her*

I'm only HERE because I made a promise! I gave up something IMPORTANT to be here!!

[isabel-bristol.livejournal.com]

Important? You don't know the meaning of the word. My great-grandfather was important to this state. It was a savage land when he came here, and he helped tame it. Without any ridiculous superpowers. Just the power of his mind and his muscles. But is he remembered? Respected? No! He's forgotten in favor of jumped-up brats like you.

But after today, you'll never be remembered again.

*the intercom clicks off, and a thick, gurgling, rumbling sound can be heard, gradually getting louder*

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

*shakes head*

Lady, you're crazy.

Even if you do mannage to kill me, I've got a nice statue in the Titan's hall in my future...

*beats fists against the wall* Dammit!!

Wally!!

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

*A strange, sweet smell fills the room as a hatch opens overhead. Kid Flash hears a "plop" behind him as the room begins to fill with molasses*

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

What the?

Aw, geeeez!

*starts trying to climb up the wall, avoiding the molasses*

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

*The molasses continues to pour into the room, filling the musty air with its sweet, heady scent*

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

*zips* Okay, I've gone over this entire floor and can't find a window...

Going up stares now...

*stops* Okay, I'm up the stares and there's a picture window facing a big feild with two trees and the sun's just over the top of them.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

*recalls the layout of the grounds* You're in one of the rooms at the front of the house.

Can you find the main corridor? I'm just off to the left side of it.

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

*zips around a corner*

Hey, yeah! Now this is looking familiar....

*zips down the corridor to find Robin*

Miss me?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

*He chuckles*

Come on, lets see if we can find the others