AN: Hey everyone, I'm really sorry I never updated my last two stories but I completely lost my muse for them. This story actually has a planned plotline for once haha. Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Titans. Please review.
The rain poured down over the abandoned city streets. Tacky neon lights flickered, colors of Pepto pink and oranges that were just a bit too bright reflected off puddles of gas left behind by sports cars owned by people with too much to prove. Somewhere an alarm blared, drowned out by the violent thud of raindrops hitting the asphalt. The rain. It had a way of bringing about change, and it had a certain propensity to do so on Saturdays. On this particular Saturday, change took the form of a miscalculated step, a pack of cigarettes, and a hesitant conversation exchanged between two fundamentally different strangers who weren't so different after all.
Had anyone looked out their window on this dark Saturday night, they would have seen a lone figure walking aimlessly through the concrete maze called the City of Roses, seemingly oblivious to the rainfall that was coming down at an unusual horrendous rate, even for the citizens of Oregon who typically scoffed at the use of umbrellas and swore that all they needed was a waterproof jacket and a cappuccino to weather the storm. No one, however, peered through his or her window to see this strange girl who lacked the Northface and Starbucks labels. No one saw her take one more drag of a cigarette before tripping slightly over an unseen curb, losing the fag to the gutters. No one saw her curse as she fumbled with a lighter as she tried to salvage her last smoke from the merciless rain to no avail. And no one saw the quick flash of bubblegum pink that emerged from the cloth awning adjacent to the dark girl muttering angrily about the loss of her lucky lighter.