A/N: Hey, fictioners and titan-fans alike :) if that made sense... Actually I have a couple things I'd like to bring to attention. ONE- The X-Games is being canceled. TWO- The teen titan fan fics have always outnumbered all other cartoon fics... but as of last tuesday... another category has overpowered teen titans by EIGHT FANFICS! EIGHT! So please get writing, write as many oneshots or songfics as u can.

This is a start to a new chapter story... This WILL be finished, unlike the X games. TRUST ME :D haha ok so I hope you enjoy :)

This is NOT a songfic, but was inspired by the song Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls

Disclaimer: I don't own teentitans


Being a thief, there was a whole new dictionary to follow. Yes, that's right, new words, old words, some words don't even exist to me anymore. Words like love, trust, borrowing, sometimes even respect. Though, not to lie, but we thieves are very respectful, we only play to humor the heroes that try to stop us. Sure some of us who aren't as experienced trip alarms and what not, but the skilled such as I, we don't trip alarms on accident…most of the time. Those petty heroes are more pathetic than us; they bathe in the glory and fame of doing almost nothing but make a bigger mess.

I reach a hand up and pull the skull mask from my face. My face is hard and stern; my grey eyes look back at my square jaw and smooth black hair. I gave a handsome half-smile as I begin to think about what the titans were talking about the other night. I was eavesdropping, sure, but it was in only the best of intentions for me. They were talking about how thieves are scum, the lowlifes of our poverty-stricken society. They believe that we know it, and we look down upon ourselves as they look down upon us.

Well, I'm proud. I step out of the bathroom and look around my modern loft. Yes, I have a job as the other citizens do. Sure I steal stuff, but I work hard for my money, kind of like a soldier. I work hard and risk my life for my money, I mean if I were to lose my life behind bars… Though, with only bird-boy, ex-sidekick, on my case, believing that he can be some sort of leader or hero… I won't get caught.

Though I do agree with the purple one, it does get kind of lonely… it's only me. I have friends… but I can't trust anyone in this business. Which ultimately leads to no girlfriends, though one-night stands and the occasional friend-with-benefits always comes around the corner. Once in a while I always like to think of what it'd be like to be Robin… It sounds disgusting, but I do. And he's just as lonely as me. I mean, who can he trust? He barely trusts his own teammates, and that's how I was created.

If it wasn't for this suit, I wouldn't be here with this great job. So yeah, I'm not at fault. I was born on a pile of lies, paranoia, and crime… and that's exactly how I'll leave this world, with none other of a creator than my arch-enemy himself.

I smirk as I sit myself on the couch and stare at my reflection in the widescreen TV. Oh yea, I'm happy with myself and proud. I just wish it wasn't so lonely… But before I can fix that, I'm just watching out for myself.