Hello, people of the Internet. This story is just a little for-fun piece. It's not as nice as my normal writing 'cuz its not edited. Hope you like it!

note: I didn't like the original version, so I changed it. If you don't like it...too bad!

I stepped out of the ugly yellow taxi that somehow failed to remind me of home and looked around my new home. No. Not home. This place, Jump City, would never be my home. My home is and always will be New York, more specifically Camp Half-Blood.

I wouldn't even be here if I hadn't been located by my brother or, as I know now, my half brother. Apparently he traced down my old orphanage and in turn, me. Little twelve year old me, left without anybody for nearly eight years after my guardians were killed in a freak accident involving a "gas explosion"(cough-monster attack-cough). Oh, he felt guilty, guilty that while I was "living on the streets", he was being trained by THE Batman or while I was left without anybody to care for me, he became part of a super hero team.

But he doesn't know how I found a family at "the run-down old summer camp that allowed homeless children to stay year-round" or how some people avoided me like the plague because of my Underworldly heritage or of the true friends I made and the love I found.

Those were my only thoughts as I looked upon titan tower for the first time, but I knew I wouldn't be looking at it for long because as soon as something attacked me, as they always do, I would be kicked out. Free to go home to my friends, my family. Well, here I go. I walked up the rocky slope and was halfway there when the door burst open and a black-haired teen jumped out. He's in a red and green super-hero ensemble with a mask to match. Oh my gods. It's my brother. It's Robin. These were the only thoughts that registered in my panicking mind, well other than 'ha ha ha, my brother looks so stupid, I can't believe he's wearing TIGHTS!' but that wasn't very relevant.

"Ollie!" he shouted. I've never gone by my real name, Olivia. I was always Ollie. Just as my brother has always been Robin or Robby, never Dick; where did he get Robin, you ask- it's his middle name. He always went by it because it sounded more superhero-ish, which was his life's dream. Looks like he got his wish. He skidded to a stop five feet away from me, as if he's just now taking in my appearance. I don't blame him; I've changed a lot in the past seven years. The last time he saw me, I was probably wearing something bright orange with lots of yellow polka dots or something with my hair in pig tails. Today I was wearing black skinny jeans, a fitted purple t-shirt, an over sized black hoodie, and high-tops to match with my bangs brushed over my right eye, strategically covering the scar running from my eyebrow to my ear. He'd see it eventually, but I didn't want to scare him too much during our first meeting in more than six years.

He was still staring and it was starting to get creepy. How long was it going to take for him to figure out it was still the same me? That I still get crazy hyper spells and wear a Cheshire cat grin that could make anybody smile? Finding out that I'm the only daughter of Erebus didn't change me at all, except the fact that I now wear shadowy colors to enhance the effect of being able to blend into shadows. Now Olive, you need to snap out of this gloomy homesickness and spend some time with your brother. Sigh. The little mind voice was right, time to get the crazy ball a-rolling.

"Hey, Robin! Watcha starin' at Birdbrain?" I say with my signature grin. This snaps him out of it and he smiles the smile that only I can bring out and rushes forward to give me a hug. He has me in a death grip, when he finally decides to let me go, my arms hurt from being hugged so hard but I'm still smiling like a crazy person. "Good to see you Robby," I said.

"It's good to see you, too. I thought I'd never see you again. I wouldn't have if Cyborg hadn't come across your name when we were checking to see if anybody had finally matched up our birth names with our hero names on the computer."

"Aw, you missed your little sister," I joked in a baby voice.

"'Course I did, but now I'm not so sure."

"Hey!" I exclaimed while elbowing him in the ribs.

"Joking! Oh, and we should probably head inside; it's getting dark." He took my suitcase and wheeled it up to the open door. I followed reluctantly for two reasons. One- I had no problem with the dark, it meant more shadows and two- I was a little bit afraid to meet Robin's friends. Robin took me to an elevator and told me he would introduce me to the team after I unpacked into one of the spare rooms because apparently they were having dinner and ate like wildebeests and since I already ate, I'd be in danger of puking. Robin's lack of confidence in my ability to keep food down was slightly insulting- after all, I did eat with the Hermes cabin, home of the Stoll brothers(drinkers of tuna sandwich smoothies), for six years.

My room was in general bedroom format with a closet, a desk with lamp (at least I brought my laptop- a "house warming" present that the Hermes kids stole for me after I got claimed), a dresser and a bed with purple and blue sheets. Robin tried to help me unpack but gave up after about five minutes and told me he'd be back in an hour. This worked out well for me, because it allowed me to unpack everything without having to answer the difficult questions such as 'how did you get all of that stuff in there?'(gotta love the magic those Aphridite kids can work on anything clothes related) or 'is that a fang?'(why yes, yes that is a fang Robin), yep, that'd go over really well.

I took the entire hour Robin gave me to unpack, but at least I was done. The bad news was that now I had to go meet the teen titans. Oh, joy. As we were waiting in the elevator, I had officially hit ten on the freak-out-meter.

"Robin?"

"Hm?"

"Do I have to meet your friends?"

"Stop worrying Ollie. Trust me, compared to Beast Boy you are absolutely normal. That's saying something." I grin and push him playfully for calling me weird. The elevator doors opened and we stepped into the room full of every adult's worst fear.

Teenagers with super powers.

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