Hey guys, this in one of my first Teen Titans fanfics. It may be a bit strange at first, but please give it a go. I think once you get past the first chapter or two it should be alright.
Although I don't even like fanfics with song lyrics in them, I'm basing this story on Jack Johnson's song, Taylor because I find it an eerily beautiful song. I may even mention a few more of his songs, but you can just ignore it.
I don't own any characters from DC, but I do own my OC's. Also, I don't own anything of Redeeming Love or any of Jack Johnson's songs.
Thanks guys! And please R&R.

Taylor.

She ran the streets at night, prowling for her next taker. The corner of Queen and St. Andrew's Street was her territory. She knew it, her regulars knew it and her competition knew it. Competition. They were nothing – as useless as the dust collecting on an old book. Worthless. She could tell they knew she was to be feared. Nobody dared cross over her boundaries. It was just the way things worked. She'd keep to her space, and them to theirs.
Her corner was popular. No, she was popular. She had more business than anyone else, but she knew it also meant she was most at risk. Multiple times she's been caught and locked up, but it didn't bother her too much. She'd be back on the streets the next day. Nobody could stop her.
People came and went. She had regulars and "tourists", as she liked to call them. They didn't really know what they were doing, they just figured it was something they wanted to experience.
She didn't think much of them. They were all there for one reason: to take what they want and leave, no strings attached.

It's not like she planned to live like this. It just happened. She was only walking the streets one night, after H.I.V.E was destroyed, when a man pulled up next to her. He held a small wad of cash out the window and whispered sweet nothings to her. She refused, and considered destroying the car, but decided against it, and kept walking. He offered her a larger amount and opened the door for her. She hesitated, and looked left and right.
What are you thinking? She scolded herself. Are you really considering this? You can't be serious. But she was. She didn't have any friends or family to turn to. She had nothing. No home, no money, no career. Of course, she could always rob a bank, but it was hard by herself. Plus, any bet says the Teen Titans would be on her case in no time. She needed this. Maybe just this once. She just needed money to keep her stable for a few days, and then she'd look for real work.
Finally she swiped the money from the man's fingers and stepped into the car.
That first night had begun her new life, with a new name.

That night had taken away her dignity.

That night she had sold herself to a stranger.

The two returned to his house. He led her to his bedroom, where he opened a small wooden cabinet, filled with numerous glass bottles.
"What's your name?" he asked, fixing her a drink.

"Jinx," she said. She sat awkwardly at the end of his bed.

"Jinx, huh? Got any nicknames?"

Jinx thought for a while. People had once called her Lucky to insinuate the fact she was bad luck.
"People sometimes call me Lucky, I guess."

"Lucky..." he murmured. "Perfect. It suits you." He handed her a stout glass, which was barely half-full of a clear liquid. "Here," he said.
Jinx took the drink in two hands and sipped it. She grimaced at the overwhelming taste of acetone, but before the glass parted from her lips, the man tipped the bottom of the glass upwards, forcing her to swallow the rest in one big gulp. Almost immediately, her head began to swirl and she had to squint her eyes slightly to see straight. One of the light bulbs above her suddenly sparked pink and burst. The man frowned and looked at Jinx. "Are you sure Lucky is more than just a name?" Jinx let out a laugh and simply shrugged innocently.
"So, what about you?" she asked, still grimacing at the taste of the drink. He gave her a strange look. "What's your name?"
The man turned around to put the bottles back into the cabinet. "Slade."
"Slade," she repeated. "I feel like I've heard your name before, but I'm not sure where..." She touched a finger to her lip and trailed off into her own thoughts.
Slade stepped closer to her and took the glass from her, placing it on a nearby table. "From now on you'll respond only to the name Lucky. You'll be working for me. Do what you need in order to survive, but whatever money you make, I'll be taking my share. In the future you may work your way up, and then we'll discuss more serious matters." He placed a firm hand on the back of her neck, and she could feel a sharp prick under her hairline. She looked up at Slade and could see he was smirking slightly. She couldn't remember much after that, it was all a blur to her.

That night she had realised something: she could make easy money, just from selling a little bit of her soul each night. And what did it matter? She didn't need a soul. She was evil. Always had been, always will be. And there was nothing she could do about it. She was born bad luck. Her parents had given her up as a child. She moved between foster families for years. As soon as they discovered her powers, they would send her off again. Her life repeated itself in this way for years until Brother Blood discovered her.

"You are not a freak," he had said to her. "You are simply unique. They just don't understand you. You need to be with your own kind." He took her back to H.I.V.E headquarters, where she flourished as a student, and a villain.

She missed that life. It was luxury compared to her life now. Instead of run-down apartments and motels, she had a modern environment with the most up-to-date, advanced technology. Instead of hiding herself from the world during the daytime, she had friends, and was an A+ student. Instead of selling her body to strangers, she had classes to go to, and sometimes even banks to rob.
Yep, life was great. In fact, it was as close to perfection as she could imagine. But now she would wake up, asking herself what the point in trying was. Trying to make a better life for herself, when she knew it would never be.

That was until she met a certain boy.

She was working the dark streets, her pink hair blowing in the winter breeze. She wrapped herself in a thin cardigan she had purchased from the local second-hand shop – the same place she bought the majority of her clothing.
The Salvos were a God-send for her.
She looked up at her barely-visible apartment across the street. It wasn't much warmer there, but at least she'd be shielded from the wind. She considered taking an early night off. As she was debating whether or not to leave, a Mercedes Benz pulled up next to her. She looked at her reflection against the sleek silver body of the car.
Who'd drive a car like this around here? Were they crazy? She thought to herself. He'd be mugged within half an hour.
She sighed and unlatched the door, but as soon as she did the man stepped out the other side. He casually strode over to her and took his wallet from his back pocket. She could barely see his face, it was so dark, and his hat didn't give away any more details to his appearance.

"What's your name?" he asked. His voice was young and soft, like a boy, unlike most of the other men she spoke to.

"Ex-excuse me?" she was rarely asked her name. She was paid to do what she was told, without asking any questions. Only Slade had ever asked her for her name before.

"Your name," he said patiently. "What is it?"

"Lucky, sir." She tried to keep her voice smooth, remembering she was to answer to Lucky, not Jinx.

"Well, then. It's your lucky day." She could almost hear him smirking at his own stupid pun. Like she hadn't heard that one before.
He took a some money from his wallet and handed it to her. It looked like a lot of money, which usually meant she'd have to do something so repulsive she couldn't tell anyone about it. Most of the time it'd be some sort of strange fetishes of theirs.
She cringed inside. What would she have to do tonight?

"I don't want anything from you," he explained, as if he had read her mind. "I'm just trying to give you a better life."

A better life.

Like she didn't want it already.

But she couldn't. She didn't know how.

"Why me?" she snapped back. She hadn't realised she could be so angry at her own misfortune. "Why not the other girls around here? What's so special about me?"
He simply laughed and shook his head, which only made her all the angrier.

"Because I know more about you than you realise." With that he turned back to his car, stopping at the driver's door. "See you soon... Lucky." He hesitated at her name, and seemed to have to force it out.
He stepped back into his car and drove into the distance. Lucky watched, frozen, as his indicator shone in the darkness before it turned the corner.

She crossed the empty streets, clutching protectively onto the money.
She burst through her apartment door and collapsed on her mattress in the centre of the one-room, one-bathroom apartment. She carefully counted through the money.

"497... 498... 499... 500," she whispered. $500. It was an average night's pay. Only she didn't have to work for it. Who the hell was this guy? He just rolls up, gives her $500 and runs off, asking for nothing in return. It was unheard of, in her world at least.

Lucky shrugged and tossed the money into her keep-safe box and locked it. That box was her everything. Not only was it given to her by her biological mother, and the only thing she saved from H.I.V.E, but it held everything she had ever earned since she came to the streets. It was evidence of her "work". She relied entirely on that money to keep her alive, and there was no way she could replace it. She must have nearly $200,000 in it by now. Only a little more and she would be able to move into a proper apartment, with separate rooms, proper heating, lighting and everything.

The box was silver, encrusted with a few jewels and a lock on the front, the key to which she kept on a chain around her neck. When she thought of it, the box looked quite tacky. But she tried to ignore its appearance, the way she did all with all the men she's ever associated with on the streets.

She sat, running her fingertips over the colourful jewels, letting her mind wander. From her lost parents and foster parents to the H.I.V.E and Brother Blood, from Brother Blood to her life now, and finally, to the mysterious boy who gave her $500. What did he mean by "I know more about you than you realise" and "I'll see you soon"?
What did he know? Her old life, as a villain? Her family? Her relationship with Slade?
Did he really mean what he said, about not wanting anything in return? That he only wants her to have a better life?

Hey thanks guys, I really liked writing this. It took me a while, so I hoped you like it too. Also, I know some people think the song Taylor isn't about a prostitute, but most people think it is, so I'll keep it that way.
Please keep reading, I promise it'll get better. Remember to R&R!

-Tash