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Chapter 1.
Wraithe Makes a Start'Lousy stupid rotten Titans.' Kitten thought as she trudged through the slush on the street.
Her fine ballroom gown was now stained with mud and badly torn.
Kitten sagged onto a park bench and rested her chin on her hand.
She was in serious trouble now. All of her fathers' assets had been seized and she was completely on her own in an unforgiving city surrounded by strangers that were highly unlikely to give her money.
And she had the feeling she was being followed.
"Oh how adorable." Cooed a cocky female voice from somewhere above Kitten's head. "A stray Kitten."
Another voice said, "how about we adopt it."
Kitten looked up. Two young women were hovering above her.
One had black hair and pink eyes, with body-tight metal armor. The other one had long dark violet hair streaked with a lighter reddish-purple, deep violet eyes and grey skin. She was also wearing a long purple dress.
Kitten didn't bother thinking, she got up and ran.
"Oh dear." Said the one with black hair. "I think we've frightened it off. Don't you Wraithe?"
The one addressed as Wraithe nodded. "I wholeheartedly agree Blackfire." Her eyes gleamed, "but I do so love the chase."
Kitten ran down an alleyway hitching up her dress to avoid tripping over.
She cast a glance behind her.
"I'm not there." Said a voice behind her. Kitten whirled around and came face-to-face with Wraithe. "Hello." Said Wraithe cheerfully. "You've found me!"
Kitten screamed and ran back out of the alleyway.
Wraithe pouted, "you're really making this difficult!" She shouted.
Kitten didn't answer. She put on a burst of speed and darted into a café.
She sat down at a table, hoping that the people around her would deter her pursuers.
They didn't.
Blackfire strode in through the café doors and sat down at Kittens table. "Hello." She said brightly. "Can I get you something to drink? An iced tea perhaps?"
"What do you want!' Wailed Kitten, earning herself some angry glares from the other patrons.
"Keep your voice down." Said Blackfire. "We're not here to hurt you. My name's Blackfire. My friend Wraithe and I were hoping you'd join our small… group."
Kitten snorted. "What are you, crazy? Why would I join you?"
Blackfire's eyes narrowed and she smirked. "Because we have a small… vendetta with the Titans. And we know you do too."
"The Teen Titans?" Growled Kitten. "I hate them. They're the reason I'm poor and homeless."
Blackfire smiled, "absolutely. If you join us then we can reap vengeance on the Titans."
Kittens eyes lit up maliciously, "even Starfire?"
Blackfire nodded, "especially Starfire."
"Oh good." Came a voice. Kitten spun round and saw Wraithe sitting next to her. "I see you've found our stray Kitten."
"Yeah sure." Said Blackfire. "I have a lot more tact than you."
"Uh…" Said Kitten, "can I… ask something?"
"Shoot." Said Wraithe.
"Who are you?"
"I," said Wraithe, "am the older sister of Raven, one of the Titans, I am far more powerful then she could ever hope to be. And much better looking."
Blackfire rolled her eyes. "I am Starfire's older sister, and my dear little sis has been a thorn in my side for too long."
Wraithe looked over at the menu on the wall, "I don't know about you too but I could do with a coffee." She looked at Kitten. "But first, do you have any more questions?"
Kitten smiled evilly. "When do we start?"
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Raven clutched her head in her hands and groaned. "Why me?"
She felt a hand touch her lightly on the shoulder and Terra's voice said, "don't worry Rae. There was nothing you could do."
Raven looked up and growled angrily. "This has taken me three hours and I still haven't gotten anywhere! I'm just going to give up!"
She was sitting a table with a chessboard in front of her.
Beastboy was at the other end of the board. "Okay." He said. "I think I've got it. The Rooks move diagonally right?"
Raven groaned again and beat her head against the edge of the table.
"Horizontally?" Suggested Beastboy.
Terra gently took Beastboys hand and led him away from Raven, who seemed to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
"Well." Said Cyborg, who was standing a little way off. "That definitely proves the theory that Beastboy's IQ is equal to his shoe size. Now who's up for waffles?"
Raven stopped beating her head against the table. "Sounds good, just so long as I don't have to teach Beastboy how to chew."
Beastboy glared at her, "maybe you're just a bad teacher." He realized his mistake when Ravens hair began to stand on end. Beastboy backed away nervously. "Er… I should run now."
Raven nodded, "that would be advisable." Beastboy spun around and dashed from the room. Ravens hair settled down.
"Not gonna' chase after him?" Asked Cyborg.
"He'll need to come back to eat eventually." Said Raven, "and when he does…" She let the sentence hang in the air as each of the others envisioned what Raven could do to Beastboy.
"Okay." Said Cyborg. "Waffle time."
It figured that the alarm went off right at that moment.