So I've had this idea for a while now, and the part about Raven being evil is kinda drawn from the Teen Titans fanfic 'The Mercenary'. It's actually really interesting. Point being, I'm doing this story in between an OC TT story, so it's kinda updated whenever I feel like it. Hopefully it turns out alright.

Voila, chapter 1

BTW none of these characters belong to me, kay?

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Ten years today. A pair of dazzling violet orbs sparkled to life. Dark eyelashes fluttered in disorientation. Even after a decade, she still couldn't seem to adjust to getting up every morning at five. No doubt her mentor would be expecting her soon.

Raven forced herself out of bed, ignoring her body's strenuous objections to any action besides sleeping. She checked her calendar.

"Monday morning? Azar, help me."

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Slade paced the room, anticipating his trainee's arrival. Of course, it was the big ten year anniversary of the Azarathian sorceress's reluctant agreement to become his apprentice. Oh, she'd certainly come a long way.

At 5:30 sharp, the doors slid open with a hiss. A dark blue cloak swished over the floor. Pale gray hands clutched a steaming mug of tea.

"Morning, Slade," Raven muttered.

"Ah, it's the big day, little birdy. Your first contract. Right on your sixteenth birthday, if I remember correctly. Do you remember the procedure?"

Raven sighed, "First of all, it's not my sixteenth birthday. That's in a month. And yes, I do remember the procedure. We've gone over it every day for the last ten years, it would be difficult to forget."

"Very good, Raven. You've learned. Now, on to practice."

The cloaked girl slowly slid her hood of, unveiling shining, indigo hair and her signature violet eyes. Paired with her high cheekbones, it was an understatement to call Raven pretty. And not just pretty, but also talented. The blue cloak dropped to the ground, unmasking Raven's dark leather jumpsuit. Raven smirked as she ran her fingers over the familiar titanium threads within the jumpsuit. Picking up her utility belt, she buckled it around her waist.

"Now's the fun part," Raven whispered. She slung a shotgun over her shoulder, holstering her pistol. Finally, she slipped her infamous array of bombs into her belt. With as much pride as she could muster, Raven put on her titanium helmet.

"Done changing, princess?" Slade questioned.

Raven bristled, following Slade into the training area.

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Wiping away a last bead of sweat, Raven muttered, "So, you going to let me in on the details of the job, or am I just going to shoot at whatever bothers me."

Ignoring her quip, the man on the screen calmly continued, "Miss Raven, I am impressed with your...marksmanship abilities, as well as your hand-to-hand combat skills, but...I have also heard tell of your...dark magic. Do explain why you refrain from using them."

Raven exhaled. Narrowing her eyes, she replied, "Too risky. Last time I tried...well…bad things happened. Worse things will happen now that I'm older."

"Do tell."

Forcing down her snappy retort, Raven recounted her backstory, the memory still clear as day.

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Ten years before, it had been a month before Raven's sixth birthday. More importantly, it was Raven's first public test. To show to Azarath that Azar had been right. That Raven wasn't evil. That she could be something more. That she could contain her demonic energy. Raven reached for the familiar power…

"Azarath..metrion...ZINTHOS!" she shrieked. Hopefully, as Azar had planned, Raven would simply cause the magnificent glass ball above the plaza to split cleanly in half. But Raven wasn't known to bring good luck.

The crowd screamed as shards of glass rained from the sky. The number of fatalities was high, in terms of Azarath's relative population. Raven was a disgrace. Only Azar and Arella, her own mother, continued to believe Raven was not just Trigon's half-demon daughter. Not a plague on Azarath. Unfortunately, the opinions of two people would not change the opinions of a whole dimension, no matter how influential the people in question were. When the citizens of Azarath stormed the palace, intent on sacrificing Raven to finally cleanse Azarath of all evils, Azar teleported Raven to a different place. A place called Earth. Terrified, she'd run and run. One day, in a dark alley, she was assaulted by two men. Masked men. Thugs.

As the young Raven struggled against the unbreakable grips of the two thugs, she forced herself to do the one thing she'd sworn never to do again. Use her dark power.

Raven's eyes glowed white, and in a brilliant flash, the two men were completely limbless. Dead. Raven did not know the full implications of what she'd done. Never had she intentionally used her powers against people. What she did know was that she'd done something truly evil. And now, the only place she'd be safe...was with people as dark...as evil...as her. A man in a black-and-orange mask dropped down from a nearby building.

"Hello, my dear."

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"And long story short, with a little sweet talk and comforting, Slade persuaded me to go with him."

The man on the screen finally flicked on a dim light, allowing Raven to see his face. His brown hair was flecked with gray, and he wore a crimson robe. Other than that, he didn't seem to be anything special.

"Call me...Brother Blood."

Raven twirled a knife. "Wow. Real intimidating."

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On the train to the booming urban area of Jump City, Raven turned, her windbreaker rustling. A young man with black hair and bright blue eyes slid into the seat next to hers.

Curiously studying him, Raven felt an odd sense of destiny. When did I become so cheesy? she wondered, chastising herself. Still, she believed they would meet again. Perhaps very, very soon.

On the train to the booming urban area of Jump City, Raven reviewed Brother Blood's words. The target...is Jump City's very own, much loved, Mayor Jones.

Of course, Raven had been skeptical that even she could pull off such a high profile crime, but after a few jabs at her pride, Raven had been more than willing to prove herself. Not only to Blood, but also to Slade. She knew he was despicable, and she knew about all the evil things he'd done, but after all, she owed everything to him; her new home, her skills, her shot at a new life. So yes, she did, however much she hated to admit it, feel a sense of responsibility for the success of the mission. For Slade.

Dick Grayson was busy. 'Busy' meaning hacking from his new penthouse in Jump City. And while utilizing his expert hacking skills, Dick had discovered something worth his time. A plot on Mayor Francine Jones. Orchestrated by a sinister-looking, middle-aged man who went by 'Brother Blood.' A facial recognition scan revealed the robed man was actually 'Sebastian Blood.' Unfortunately, Dick only tapped into the end of the conversation. All he knew was that Brother Blood was involved, and there was an anonymous mercenary doing his dirty work. There's a start, Dick thought. Now...to stopping Blood's mysterious mercenary.

From inside his suitcase, Dick pulled out his slightly rumpled outfit. For his...alternate line of work.

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A newspaper rustled next to Raven. She blinked, suddenly jolted out of her thoughts. Turning in surprise, she noticed that there was a young man next to her. She rolled her eyes. Wow. Gotta love company. Because I'm definitely a social kinda person.

The boy lowered his paper just a little bit, allowing Raven to catch a glimpse of slicked, glossy black hair. And...wow. Distracting, dazzling, brilliant, icy blue eyes. Raven growled. Focus….on….the job. You have a job to do.

Forcefully turning to her left, Raven allowed her mind to drift to the cityscape beside the train. Still, the memory of the eyes haunted her. In a strange, corny way, she felt like it wasn't the last time they would meet, but rather, the first of many times. Wow, when did I become so cheesy? Mercenaries. Are. Not. Cheesy. Besides, I'm probably just being dumb. I mean, why would I see a random guy again in a big city like Jump? Oh, but this job. I can tell it's going to get veeery interesting.

Quietly, she patted her hidden weapons. She sighed. Mentally, she complained, Travelling lightly never cut so deep. I'm going to need to improvise a bit with my...limited inventory.

Dick Grayson quietly rolled up his newspaper. He smiled a little, noticing the girl on his left staring out the window. He'd noticed her staring earlier. Then again, it wasn't easy laying low when the whole world knew you were Bruce Wayne's ward. The smile faded. It wasn't easy leaving, but now was his chance to finally make his own it wasn't only Dick stepping out from Bruce. It was Robin stepping out from the shadow of the Bat.

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I know. I know. CHEESY LEVEL 10,000,000,000 achieved. But seriously, I hope it turned out okay. I didn't REALLY think it through, so if you have suggestions feel free to leave them in the reviews. It's an AU, but I still might introduce the other Teen Titans later on into the story. Just...not as they meet in "Go!" So, it's kind of a preview chapter, and the real action is still pending. I also have no experience whatsoever in writing about actual weapons besides Robin's little arsenal. Sooo...yeah. Thanks for reading, feel free to fav, follow, review, and all that.

BYEEEEEEE, meh little waffles!

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