[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. hEY, guess who? Sorry I've been gone for so long, I had some things that needed taking care of. Guess Diversity and Blood Sweat and Reeds will have to wait a little while longer. An idea that started out as a joke snowballed into a full fledged 1920s AU, hope you enjoy.]

The jazz band playing upstairs pounded and echoed in SeeMore's head, and as much as he enjoyed a good saxophone solo, he was pretty close to throwing his glass on the floor of the "hide-out room". The Hideout Room was a room hidden by a trap door no one knew about except the employees of Benny's, a place where the flappers could just sit at a table and smoke or chat for a few minutes of rest. Of course, SeeMore still didn't appreciate the jazz band upstairs interrupting his rest, but something was better than nothing he supposed.

It was true, SeeMore, the son of a preacher, was a flapper - a hooker. His job was to walk around the club and "entertain" the guests there, manage to get at least one person in bed with him every night. It wasn't the most ideal situation, and it had certainly aged his mentality over time, but he didn't have much choice.

At fifteen, SeeMore confessed to his father, the pastor of a chapel, that he didn't like women, he liked men. His father, to say the least, was absolutely appalled. He gave SeeMore two days, three dollars, and one suitcase to pack all of his belongings and get out of town. If SeeMore waited any longer, his father promised to give an anonymous tip to a local gay hating gang around the street corner.

After that, he was picked up by a man who offered him a place working at Benny's. He wasn't immediately a flapper of course, he just asked to work as that when he turned eighteen so that he could make more money than before.

SeeMore was ripped from his thoughts by the loud thud that came with a medium sized bag filled to the brim with golden jewelry being tossed carelessly onto the table, followed by another thud that sounded when Jericho plopped himself down in the seat across from SeeMore. SeeMore immediately ripped into the bag, pulling out the biggest, shiniest necklace he'd ever seen in his life.

"Where the hell did you get this stuff?" SeeMore demanded in a shrill voice, trying to figure out how to snag the necklace away from Jericho when he wasn't looking.

"The pig that I got with last night turned out to be pretty damn wealthy. I think he was a governor, an heir maybe." Jericho provided distantly as he grabbed a large bottle filled with what was probably alcohol from a hidden cabinet behind him.

Jericho was SeeMore's co-worker, also a hooker. The difference was, Jericho almost seemed to enjoy it. He loved the attention of all the men, he loved being able to play anyone he wanted around his finger. And he definitely loved being asked to sing with the piano man every night at around nine. He especially seemed to take joy in stealing things from the men he bedded, he'd probably gathered up a fortune by now. Surely he had the money to quit working at Benny's, but for some reason he didn't. SeeMore knew there was probably a deeper cause to that, to ever wanting to be able to walk the streets again, but he never pried out of common courtesy.

"You know," Jericho said in a singsong voice, interrupting SeeMore's jewelry analyzation, "You could probably make more money like me if you'd just slip up once or twice and pickpocketed some of these pigs."

"Sorry," SeeMore replied with a glare, "I, unlike some people, still keep my religion despite all of this."

"Your loss." Jericho said in a light voice, shrugging his shoulders that were ridden bare due to the flapper-esque dress he wore.

SeeMore shook his head at Jericho for another moment as Jericho picked up a mirror and started putting on some of the jewelry he'd gained, smiling widely at a silver pin he'd found.

"What do you think's gonna happen when one of those guys catches you in the act and tosses you out of the window? What then Joseph?" SeeMore asked. Joey flinched for a moment, his smile dropping.

"Don't call me that." Jericho said darkly as he glared death at SeeMore.

"Doesn't matter anyway," Jericho said, already back into his light mood, "I'm smart enough to not get caught, I know what I'm doing."

SeeMore scoffed for a moment.

"And what happens when you slip up?"

Jericho ignored his berating friend.

"What happens when you die Jericho? Where are you gonna be, come final judgment?" SeeMore demanded.

"Oh shut up already! Don't act all high and mighty around me, prick. You do the same shit I do, you just don't take the same pride in it." Jericho snapped, glancing a SeeMore for only a moment before he went back to modeling the silver pin again.

"Besides," he continued, "There's no such thing as God as far as I'm concerned. Keep your religion to yourself for once."

SeeMore opened his mouth again to protest, only for Jericho to interrupt.

"If there was a God, if God "loved" all his children, then me and you wouldn't be here, would we?" Jericho asked solemnly. SeeMore looked down, he had nothing to say to that last statement.

Jericho sighed again as he continued to brush through his hair with his fingers.

"That's what I thought."

Little did either boy know or care, miles and miles away something dark was being put into play.

An infamous killer surrounded himself with newspaper clippings and empty guns, plotting out just how he'd go about his next action to ensure that he would be the one running the town for a while.

Something wicked was going to hit Benny's pretty damn soon.

[Hope you enjoy! I've got a bunch of ideas for this. You'll never guess what that last paragraph was alluding to. (Yes you will, I'm bad at this.) Read and Review please!]