Hades' Children

Disclaimer: It I owned TT there would be 15 seasons.

It was a dark night. It so reflected their troubled lives. The lone streetlight flickered mournfully. All was dark for a moment, then the light shone on 5 lonesome figures. 5 kids no older then 15 slowly, and confidently approached the bank. The bank was a mighty building of grey stone, four vertical pillars helped to support the roof that jutted out over the front of the building. The streetlight struggled between life and death and due to some unknown force suddenly flickered its last time and plunged the street into darkness, hiding the 5 teenagers. A slight breeze slid through the night air as they reached the titanic building.

"God, I hate locking up." Hank Jefferson said softly, to break the eerie silence that came each night at closing time. The silence always seemed to induce more terror because of the size of the building. It had extremely high ceilings and an expansive marble floor that had only a few handsome chestnut desks and on the far wall was the huge imposing metal door of the vault. He walked over to the entrance feeling the comfort of his gun in its holster, he stole a glance at the vault. That was after all his job. There was nothing out of the ordinary, so he continued walking toward the entrance. Then he heard a buzzing, he glanced around and found that it was a fly whirring annoyingly around his head, it flew behind him and suddenly the buzzing stopped and Hank felt 2 hands on either side of his head. Suddenly his head was twisted and his neck broke. He fell to the ground like a rag doll. The teenager stared coldly at the body with his emerald eyes, he had done this so many times that he learned to trick himself into thinking that it was a dream. He was a small teenager, obviously hadn't had his growth spurt yet and his face had nice features, but he was still too much a child for them to really be seen. His most noticeable feature by far however was that his skin was grass green. He was wearing what seemed like a black wet suit.

"Dudes, the coast is clear." He said to his comrades just outside the door. The doors were covered by a dark energy and opened. A violet haired teenager walked in and stepped unceremoniously over the body. She looked about a year or two older then the other teen, though she was only a little bit taller then him. She was also very pale and had an odd red and black gem on her forehead.

"Friend Raven, you really should respect the dead." Said a taller orange skinned, teenager who stepped in right after Raven. Her red hair shifted slightly in the night breeze. Raven was too busy shutting down all the cameras to respond. Black energy shot out from her gloved hands and shattered the cameras, all of them at once.

"I lost respect for the dead when I started killing." Raven responded bitterly, not bothering to face the other teenager. The young Tameranian floated over to the body, picked it up and placed it in a dark corner, shivering slightly. Her green eyes went wide when she saw that it's eyes were still open, she closed it's eyes and muttered a short Tameranian death prayer. The green skinned teenager had promptly walked out into the street to keep watch with his masked friend. He bumped into his best friend, Cyborg, on the way out. He towered over the little green teenager, but they all knew his was just a big fun guy. But no one was fun right now, doing this was never fun. Cyborg quickly located the vault, Raven was standing right in front of it. He walked over and silently started to hack through the locking mechanism. It was not difficult, but it was complex and would take a while to hack through. Raven glided away without a word and went outside to keep watch with, the green skinned teenager, Beast Boy and Robin. Robin stood there a sentient look on his face, the wind ruffled his spiked black hair. They tried never to speak whenever the stole. They tried not to think about what they were doing. The three teenagers stared out into the darkness wishing they could fall into it and disappear. Beast Boy tried not to think of the man he had killed, but he did anyway. He wondered if he had a son his age, or was he one of those people who seem like they never existed at all. He steeled himself against the horrid pang of guilt that was coming. Raven closed her eyes and chanted her mantra under her breath, she needed to meditate constantly plus it helped her to focus on things other then the task at hand. Robin just stared into the darkness, watching for any movement, like a wolf sniffing the night air to catch the scent of it's prey. He always focused on the task at hand, but managed to completely block out the horrid things they had to do. Starfire soon floated out of the bank as well to stand guard with the others. She hated doing this as well so she thought of her home and wondered if she'd ever be able to go back, she looked up to see the stars and sighed when they were absent. Cyborg finally opened the vault, setting off all the alarms. He leapt inside, tore out one of the drawers filled with money, and stuffed the money in a blue duffel bag he had been carrying. He ran out of the bank quickly, but his size and body did not allow for him to do this quietly. His metal feet clanked loudly against the marble floor. He shoved open the door and was almost immediately lifted into the air by the Tameranian, Starfire. He glanced around and saw Raven lifting Robin into the air and a green falcon flying high above them. The city passed quickly below them. They flew off to the harbor, the night giving way to day, to where they had a warehouse. Their home. The home of the outcasts.

The home of the top five most wanted criminals in America:

Hades' Children.

A/N: That was fun. Hope you like it. Please review.