A/N: The adjective "bad" can have multiple meanings. It could mean good, cool, badass, bad-to-the-bone, stubborn, rebellious, creative, inferior, harmful, dangerous, putrid, diseased, worthless, or wicked. If you want more options you can go get a thesaurus or open up Google. However, we need a single synonym that goes amazingly with the term bad.

I pick the word 'badass' to sum it up even though the word 'bad' is in it. Guess I cheated. What do you pick? Review!

Warning: Be prepared to have your feels messed with in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans or any other products or references in this story.

Author's Disclaimer: I own this story line and the characters who're not from DC. I also own the short depressing paragraphs, they aren't stolen from anywhere. I promise.

Sorry for all of the depressing short paragraphs in the beginning of chapters. It's just a storyline set up for what's actually happening through Starfire's mind set. And here's the beginning:

When you are innocent and no one believes you, does that make them bad or does that make you good? Does it make you good in a way that you know what you did was good and them bad for not trusting you or does it make you bad that you're not believing the lies they tell you? What exactly is trust and when can it be broken?

"I didn't do it! I promise you! Richard? What are they doing? Where am I-Don't touch me! Release me at once! Unhand me! Richard? Comeback! Richard!"

The tall, brooding nineteen year old had fresh cut tears in his eyes. He held onto the crying red headed girl in his arms and they took his girlfriend away. He watched silently, disbelievingly. Barbra sobbed into Dick's chiseled chest and Kory's face heated up with jealousy.

On the floor laid Dick's brother, Jason Todd, with shattered glass surrounding his body. The police officers put up yellow tape around the large four bedroom apartment and Kory was ushered out in handcuffs. Her saffron hair flew wildly and they tightened the handcuffs around her wrist. It dug into her skin and Richard rubbed Barbra's shaking back.

Commissioner Gordon paced around Kory's apartment and wrote notes down in his notepad.

The red door was opened widely and allowed sunlight to shine through the three open rooms. Insects flew in and out and a breeze ruffled the white curtains. Bruce Wayne, Richard's adoptive father, was currently talking to Commissioner Gordon while Richard comforted Barbra Gordon. He tried desperately to hide behind his sunglasses. He wanted to believe her but those were her finger prints.

Advil, Aspirin and Anti-Depressants were sprawled out on the counter and some of the pills were on the floor. Channels four, twenty-six and ten were all outside of the apartment. They screamed questions and flashed their cameras at the building. The one time Kory decided to move out on her own and this is what happens.

The two walked around the body and the broken glass to the open front door. They walked passed the police car, where Kory was frantically pounding on the tinted windows and into Dick's black convertible.

"How long is your girlfriend going to spend in jail?"

"What did she do?"

"Are you two still going strong?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Are you romantically involved with Barbra Gordon?"

Kory bawled her eyes out and kicked the backseat. With her handcuffs still around her wrist, she banged them on the bulletproof window. She saw her best friend's gray mustang pull up to the side of the apartment complex and her friend's boyfriend beside her. She watched as her boyfriend walked passed the police car with Barbra wrapped around his arm and he didn't even give her a glance.

She still had court right? She was innocent. Maybe even too innocent. She was the gullible, naive alien who didn't know all of the laws and would believe her. He would believe her. They had to, he had to.

But they didn't.

He stood right there, as the plaintiff, and said that she was guilty. That she was the murderer. She was no longer a Titans, a heroine or his girlfriend. She was an outlaw, murderer, guilty and now his ex.

Downtown Jump City Jail

7:01 PM

I want to die. I want to literally crawl in a hole and die. I hate my life. I hate being an alien. I hate being me. I left the Gordadians and the Pisons to get out of the dark and they just throw me back behind bars.

I am so confused about what I did wrong. All I remember is walking home to my apartment as I was speaking with my boyfriend at the time and when I turned on the lights, Jason's body was lying lifelessly on the floor. We called the police and FBI and they claimed that they searched for fingerprints and mine matched. Well, duh, it is my apartment but there's no way it could be on his body. I didn't touch him.

I yelled, screamed, kicked for them to let me go to his funeral. I'm surprised they still sent me to jail and not an asylum. They said that if Richard allows me to, they'll permit me to. And the bastard said no, bat family only.

Barbra went and so did Alfred, whom I only met twice but I know he's their butler. When Richard and Bruce had said that I was family they meant that they were going to allow me to know their secret identity and go over to drink hot chocolate at the mansion. I would never be apart of the real family and earn their real trust. It was because I was an alien and I was different and I hated myself for it.

I had long, vermilion hair that reached my waist and I had emerald eyes. My name originates from French on Earth and the translation here is hollow while on Tamaran it translates to star. I'm currently wearing all orange and I've spent the last six year in communal showers and cafeteria food. When I was first put into jail I was rocking a new haircut that bounced to my shoulder blades. Now, in its natural state: long and unruly.

I sat in all orange and ate my grits in peace.

Well, not peace. I sat in the cafeteria with gray flooring and other women smoked cigarettes and arm-wrestled.

Over the past six years and seven months, I only spoke with two ladies: Donna Troy and Jenny Hex. Apparently, Donna was accused of stabbing her husband in the chest because he popped his sugar free gum and Jenny...Well, Jenny was a crack case. She had bright pink dyed hair, which looked ridiculous for a twenty four year old, and used to date Wally West. Turns out she's been thrown in jail countless times as Jinx. However, Donna and I were both heroines and the so called good guys.

The rest of my life was going to be spent in here.

I dipped my plastic spoon inside of my barely washed bowl and chewed all of the lumpy hot cereal. I brushed my hair behind my ear and continued to chew. "Uno!" Donna shouted out from beside me. Her and Jenny were playing a card game that I didn't understand. Jenny cursed underneath of her breath and then grinned at me,"Wanna play, Kor? You can shuffle."

I shrunk at the sudden attention,"I-I don't exactly know how to play yet shuffle."

"We'll teach you," Donna popped her pink gum and gave the pile of cards to Jenny.

Jenny shuffled the cards slowly,"Each player gets seven cards each. The goal is to have zero. So, the first player flips a card randomly to start the game off. You have to place a card down only if it is the same number or color as the previous card shown-"

"Well, what if it's both?"

She waved it off,"It does really matter. If you have nothing in common with the card shown then you have to draw a card from the deck." When she said deck, she placed the shuffled cards on the table. Donna delt them out and popped another bubble in her gum. As instructed, I flipped the first card from the deck randomly and saw it was a yellow five. The girls checked their own cards and then waited for me to put one of my cards down.

I had a blue two, red four a twisty looking green card..Ooh..I looked over the card that was currently between my finger tips. It had multiple other cards as a picture so this card clearly must be superior. I hesitantly placed the card down and Donna gasped. Jenny laughed and laughed.

"Oh, Jinx! That's not fair, you didn't explain those cards to her!"

I haven't heard anyone call her Jinx in while. Jenny shrugged off her villain name and sat back down on her side of the bench.

Jenny winked at me and said,"At a girl, Star! Go ahed and draw four, Don!"

Donna picked the first four cards on the deck and then stuck her tongue out at me playfully. I gave her a faint laugh. "Pick a color."

"Uh, purple."

Donna shook her head,"Purple's not a color in this game. You have to choose between red, blue, green or yellow."

"Oh," I said humiliated,"Blue."

Jenny placed down a blue seven and then looked at Donna who groaned again. "You just hate me today, don't you, Kor?" She plucked a card from the deck. We laughed it off and went around. Donna had collected nine extra cards and claimed it was beginner's luck. Our laughter was cut short as a short lady with African braids walked over to their table. The woman's keys jangled in her pocket. She placed her coa coa hands on the table and leaned in. "If you're done eating, put your bowl in the washing center. And Kory?"

I placed my cards face down on the wooden table,"Yes?"

"You have a call."

"Hello?" I asked into the cold, black telephone.

I've never been in the call room before. Not once through all four years have I ever gotten a phone call. The room was surprisingly air conditioned compared to the cafeteria and the cells. There were a line of telephones for long distance calls that sat unoccupied as I was the only one using one. An officer stood behind my chair as I awaited a response from the other line.

"Hello, is this Kory Anders? Former Starfire?"

Former?

"Uh, yes?"

"Yes, there was some sort of mix up concerning the evidence and the finger prints provided. We are just receiving information that they are not compatible with your own and that you were being framed by someone else. We are currently working with our team and other sources to discover who it was that did this. I am here with Bruce Wayne being sent right now to collect you to a classified location as we speak. We suggest that you-"

"Wait, so I'm not spending the rest of my life in prison?" I asked hesitantly and confused.

"No, there was a mistake. We apologize as a police department for causing unwanted commotion and we shall have Mister Wayne pick you up in about twelve hours so you can have enough time to gather your belongings. There should be an article about this in the newspaper in about two days time. Thank you for your time and we apologize for any confusion. Good bye."

I heard the brief click of the other line signaling that the call had ended. I stared at the receiver in my hand and replayed the conversation. This had to be a joke. I was in this place for six years, longer than I was a Titan, and now I didn't even have to be here. Oh I was furious and I still couldn't light my starbolts properly.

I turned around in the chair and stared at the police man,"You knew about this?"

His gray eyes met mine briefly,"I am not sure what you're referring to, ma'am. We should head back to your holding cell."

I stood up so quickly that the chair nearly fell over. The officer flinched and stuck a hand in his pocket. He was probably going to pull something out, maybe a taser, maybe a walkie-talkie to contact the other policemen. He didn't though. He had his and in his pocket and gave me a small smile. "I'm sorry for whatever happened. My order from the general is to simply bring you to your cell to pack whatever items you have."

I stared into the wrinkles on his face and then nodded my head slowly. He escorted me out of the door and led me back to my cell. I did not even get to finish my card game with Donna and Jenny. I walked into my holding cell and looked around a final time. I saw two of my other room mates asleep, still in their orange suits, so I walked stealthily.

I opened the closet door, where all our other uniforms hung, and reached into the very back. I allowed my hand to slide around until I found it. My old uniform. My old purple skirt, boots, halter top, the gloves and my chest plate. I took all the items in my hand and laid them out on my bunk. It made me want to cry but I couldn't. I wouldn't and I definitely shouldn't. But I did.

Hot tears slid out of my emerald eyes. It stung my eyes and my vision became hazy and blurry. My shaking hand tried to desperately wipe away the flowing tears escaping my tear ducts. I ended up poking my eye with my finger nail. It made me feel happy yet upset that they didn't believe me the first time. I used my orange sleeve to wipe at my face and snorted my snot.

I looked at my old, too small uniform on the bed, and I took my shaking hands and placed them on top of the cloth. I squinted my eyes shut and lit up my starbolts. They stung and burned my skin. My hands shook and I could feel the fabric turning into ashes. I felt a smile come across my face as the old uniform disintegrated beneath my very hands. I did that. The smell was thick and smelled of smoke. Once I had a pile of ash, I swept it on the floor and underneath my bed frame.

I didn't manage to burn everything. I didn't have enough energy for that. The chest plate was still there. I picked it up and looked it over. I gripped onto the cold metal tightly and traced over every line and curve before throwing it to the wall where it left a dent.

"Would you shut up already?" A buff girl said from the top bunk across the room.

I didn't even recall her name and it didn't even matter. I glared at her and she rolled her eyes before turning over in her bed. I slid off my combat boots and balled up my socks. The sheets were cool against my feet and I could still feel some of the left over particles from my uniform.

I braided my hair in a single french braid and the placed my head on the cool pillow. My hand slid underneath of the cool side of the pillow and I stared at the locked bars. I forced my eyes shut and drifted off into unconsciousness. I didn't dream or anything. Just pitch black, knocked out cold.

Tomorrow, everything would change. I just didn't know if I wanted it to.

A/N: Ugh, that was a lot of italicizing. Reviews are greatly appreciated! If I get enough I'll publish the second chapter tonight! ;) Until next time, loves!