Here it is! My first Teen Titan's Fan Fic! Took me a bit to write the first chapter, but it's finally done! Yay! I hope you enjoy! My second chapter should be coming soon, it might take a bit... but no worries!

This first chapter may be a bit short, but don't worry, the others will be longer... P

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. If I did... they would actually sustain damage during their battles. xD

Please R &R!

A black shadow slipped quietly into the back in the darkest hour of the night. It was silent and non-relenting in its quest for money and riches.

Its long shadowy cloak billowed out behind itself, giving the illusion that the figure was taller than it really was.

It paused, and then turned its back against the light of a street-lamp, and cold grey eyes were seen before it quickly put on a pair of blue tinted glasses before continuing on its way.

Again, it stopped at the locked outer door of the large building, how it had gotten past the outer defenses no one knew. No one but itself. It grinned, and went through the front door, without a second glance.

"Awwww man! Look at this guys!" A green-skinned teenager complained loudly, holding the front page of the paper to a headline that read, 'MYSTERIOUS PHANTOM STRIKES AGAIN, FIRST NATIONAL BANK ROBBED,' with a large photo of the Phantom's eyes. (The only things that were distinguishable.) The changeling's name was Beast Boy, with the ability to change his spandex covered body into that of any animal he could think of.

A ruffled sigh was heard before a low and monotonous voice spoke up. "There's nothing we can do about it. All of us were busy at that time last night, fighting Cinderblock on the opposite side of town. So get over and PLEASE be quiet." Raven looked up from her book briefly before getting up and walking over to the counter of the main area of Titans Tower, brushing her pale blue hair from out of her face. She poured a cup of the herbal tea that she had been fixing and lifted it to her mouth, slowly breathing onto it, to cool the steaming cup.

Raven's temper had flared up unusally fast today, mostly because of the amount of damage she had taken during the last battle. It was hard enough healing herself, let alone knowing that you were healing yourself because of some stupid rock-with-a-brain had knocked with a telephone pole. Her magical and dark words had finally pierced the seemingly impervious armor of the walking rock, but not without sustaining some damage first.

"BB's got a point though! This 'phantom' guy has been able to outwit us everytime, even when we were actually trailing him! MAN! How does this guy get past us!" Cyborg's voice was loud and outraged, as a mechanized hand slammed down on a nearby counter.

A tragic accident long ago caused Cyborg's body to become part machine, most of his body a light blue computerized armour, the other parts of his body a milk-chocolate creamy colour.

"But my friends, why can we not find this thief and at least ask him to stop?" Starfire's voice was the most concerned out of the group. Her emerald eyes were littered with fear, anxiety, and strangely enough, happiness.

The Tameranean girl had come to Earth, sticking out like a sore thumb with her purple mini skirt and knee length boots. A metal collar fit around her neck and on the upper part of her back, covered by her red hair. She had stuck out quiteloudly - that is - until she joined the Titans.

Robin walked into the room, the large swishy doors closing with a final whoosh before he began, "I don't know who he is, but he's leaving a trail. He's traveling northward, at every place with possible riches, so the next place he's hitting is the Art Museum." His black cape flung dramatically out behind him as he walked, a little too cliché for his young age.

"Which one left?" Came the dry reply of Raven and Cyborg, while Beast Boy gave Robin an odd look.

Robin looked embarrassed, "Uhhh, right." Heitched at an unknown spot at the back of his head before continuing.

"The Art Museum of the Middle Ages." His voice grew serious again, leading the almost same response on the other Titans' faces. Except, of course, Starfire.

"Then that is where we will go to stop this thief!"The ever-bubbly teen yelped happily, and led the group out of the main room to the garage.

Something was different. The Phantom could smell it in the air. Something that had only happened once… Yes… Ever since Slade—No. I had told myself that never again would I think of the ways that Slade had deceived me, used my mysterious and monstrous ways and powers. He was my Master, and all I had to do was serve him.

I had slipped into the Middle Ages building, and looked for what I had been told to. Cautiously I padded through the halls of the ancient statues and figurines, paintings and oil canvases.

I stopped when I reached the canvas I had been searching for. I began to reach for the canvas, a picture of a midnight scene, stars twinkling and people in a field sitting and watching the stars, when my hand burned with the power of a real star, a starbolt.

"That's for paying customers ONLY to view. And I doubt you're one of those." Robin and the other Titans stood ready and at attention for battle.

Raven floated, unmoving in the air, her cape curled around her body like a hungry animal enraging.

Starfire floated in the air too, only her red hair was waving with the constant up and down movements she took, green starbolts bright and powerful in her hands.

Cyborg held his laser arm out, ready to shoot.

Beast Boy held a stance as though he would began boxing, a full arsenal of animals at his control.

And Robin, in the center of it all, his metal pole holding steadily in his hands.

I grinned maniacally, "So it would seem, Titans." I grinned, and stepped out of the shadows, "So it would seem."

"A GIRL?"