Ryan tossed himself onto the couch, "So...I don't think we're waiting for anyone else right?" he said, turning up to face the ceiling. "We've got some things to discuss..." He said, letting his voice trail off before picking back up, "First off, we should settle who's the leader of this establishment, because we're incredibly disorganized as a group. Secondly, it seems we've already got a fanboy, an imitator, or something of the like. He doesn't seem too bad of a guy, hasn't killed anyone or anything. In all honesty, I think we should just let him into our little club. Heaven knows we could use the extra hands around here, but on the flipside, we don't know anything about him. I've looked into him fairly extensively. He's been pretty good at staying off camera, and what I could find of him is pretty blurry, but I've been able to figure out some stuff. He's got a pretty dangerous power, and I think we should try to keep him away from the gangs and such. I can't really tell for sure, but he seemingly can emit shards of, after looking over the police reports, what appears to be bone. He doesn't seem to have any place to go, and his speech occasionally dips into Mexican Spanish, and it's really good, which makes me think it's his primary language. But there's another interesting thing...He himself has never claimed to be a part of our little group, which makes me curious as to why. But, that can wait, we've got a more important issue...Lastly, what's our freakin' name?! Are we the Teen Titans? Are we just "The Titans" are we the New Titans? I actually like that name a lot. Only problem is that people might compare it to New Coke, and everybody would hate us. I mean, supposedly all press is good press, but..." Ryan shrugged, knitting his fingers and placing them behind his head. "So, what do you guys think?"