Animagus aka Mark Logan. Born during the second iteration of the Teen Titans led by Wonder Girl II. The son of the legendary heroes, Raven and Changeling, brother to the powerless and missing Rachel Logan. With the power to change into any animal of myth, as well as his mother's empathy, he began his career as a superhero on the fourth iteration of the Teen Titans. He was joined by Mar'i Grayson (Nightstar), Impulse, Speedy II, and Terra II as they fought to protect the city they inherited from the previous generation.

His best friend at the time was Johnathon Stone, the adoptive son of Cyborg and the team's unofficial tech support. The team was personally overseen by his own parents, who could not be prouder of the hero he was turning into.

He settled into the team pretty quickly, proving himself as the second-in-command to Mar'i, and the frequent voice of reason. It seemed that every other day he was moderating the latest argument between Bart and Lian.

"All I'm saying is, is that your Dad can be a real jerk sometimes Lian."

"He was right though, you are too easily distracted. It's a wonder you haven't taken a shot to the kneecap yet."

"What has you two at each other's throats this time?" Mark asked, entering the common room.

"He keeps badmouthing my father!"

"She won't accept that her Dad was being a a real stick in the mud to me!"

He remembered the incident in particular pretty clearly. It was yesterday, and Red Arrow had been visiting the team during a practice session. Bart had been performing on par when he couldn't help but notice Roy's sudden entrance and ran smack into a wall. After checking him over to make sure he was alright, Roy had taken it upon himself to lecture Bart about it, and though he could sense his parents' irritation with him, he could also feel their agreement with the overall message.

Sighing, he began to play peacemaker. "Ok, look. Lian, you have to admit that though your father's heart was in the right place, he was being condescending to Bart in his explanation. Let's just say there's a pretty good reason he doesn't supervise us, and he knows that. Bart, while I sympathize with your feelings being hurt, you do need to learn to focus better, and you shouldn't take your frustrations out on Lian for it, ok?"

Neither of them could really disagree with him. Apologies were given, and they promised to give each other a bit of space before going back to their usual routine together. Mark wasn't sure why he was so talented with his words, but he found his team relying on him a lot when it came to solving internal conflict. His father had described him as being the "Kirk" of the team. Somebody who could balance the logical sides of the team with the emotional.

Speaking of which, there was the team members themselves. He could describe Lian and Bart as friends, but not particularly close ones. He enjoyed their company, but he didn't really open up to them too much. Then there was Mar'i.

His relationship with Mar'i Grayson was far more complicated. On one hand, they were childhood friends. He was slightly older than her by a year, and he held respect for her as a good hero. They even went on a date once. A horribly awkward date that they agreed to just leave it at that. However he could not deny that their relationship was definitely strained. He knew exactly what it was too, he simply wasn't confident in her ability to lead. She was simply too much of a risk taker and content to let everybody do their own thing without direction. Many arguments between them had been left with the implication that he should take over as the leader, and not her. It was a shame, but there was no end to their dispute in sight, and honestly one of the main reasons he was contemplating leaving the team. He recalled the discussion he had with his mother about it.

"I'm thinking of leaving the team." he simply told her a week ago.

He could sense she wasn't surprised.

"And why is that?" she had asked in response.

"It's Mar'i. Every time I think she's improving, she pulls something that makes me doubt her again, we have an argument that leaves us both frustrated at each other, and divides the team into sides. I'm not sure I can deal with the stress of having to frequently fight somebody who I should be close friends with."

It was clear to Raven that her son was torn in two. Either remain here out of loyalty to his friends and the team, or leave for his mental clarity. Changeling and her had agreed that they should let the kids handle their personal disputes with one another unless they get violent, and clearly it wasn't something that was going to be resolved anytime soon.

"Hmm, I see. It's ironic that you are so talented at helping others, but when it comes to yourself, you find yourself unable to think of compromises."

"I am trying, but nothing feels like it would be right for the team, or my friendship with Mar'i. Either I convince her that I should be the leader, and probably lose her friendship forever, or I stay where I am and watch as she makes the riskiest decisions possible and hope it doesn't get somebody killed this time."

This wasn't the first time they had this conversation, and at the current rate, it wouldn't be the last. He held great respect for his parents. They were capable heroes, and had raised him with a strong sense of right and wrong. They never laid a violent hand on him and his sister, and their advice has been invaluable. But this was a situation where he had trouble accepting that advice.

On the positive side were the other two members of the team that made staying worth the frustration sometimes. First was Johnathon Stone. Easily his best friend, mirroring the friendship his father had had with Johnathon's. Except here, Johnathon was just here to help keep the tower running and to hang out when the Titans were off-duty. Talking with him came easily, and the two frequently found the time to do the usual activities that their fathers had enjoyed together, except with a lot less shouting. They were both more mellowed out people in general.

And then there was Angela Markov. The daughter of Tara Markov, who was somebody Mark had fond memories of growing up. With his empathy, he could sense the guilt from Tara, but also the joy of making the most of her second chance. Like, Mar'i, he had grown up around Angela, and he frequently found himself opening up to her in a way he found awkward to do with Johnathon. She was simply easier to talk about certain topics, and he couldn't help but note the irony in his crush on the daughter of his father's ex.

"So, Mark, I couldn't help but notice the way you were looking at Angela." his father had cheekily commented on once.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

"Again, what are you talking about?"

Getting serious for a moment, his father dropped the usual smile. "Listen, I know Angela is a great girl, and I was in your position once with both your Mom, and Angela's mom. Don't wait, take the risk, and ask her out. It's the only way to know for sure."

He looked back to where Angela was. She was trying out meditation with his mother, and looked at peace. Perhaps his dad was right, and he should just take the risk.