Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans... but I do own the other self-created charactors! )

Richard felt hopeless, and he had good reasons to. Since he left his fancy huge mansion in Gotham City and his night time vigilante job as Robin the Boy Wonder, things had been down and deeper for him. Recently he had sent in a job application to be a bank accountant, but instead he got a letter stating in the most polite terms that he was an idiot. Hardly a good start.

He sighed. Robin the Boy Wonder wasn't even qualified to be a bank accountant. Jump City was huge, but there never seemed to be any place he could fit in. All his life he had lived off his fists and billionaire foster father, but when it came to settling down as a civilian, he sucked. And that was just an understatement.

All of a sudden, Richard jerked up. Just across the street, he heard gunshots and sirens. For the moment the old hero spirit came back to him, but then he quickly remembered who he was. Richard Grayson, jobless bachelor.

Then, screams rang out. Richard jumped. It was a child, and it was against his policy to let anyone hurt a child. Even if it meant blowing his cover.

The bank was on fire, and police men were slowly retreating from the merciless flames. Firefighters struggled against the blaze. The robbers had set the door on fire, which meant that there were still people trapped inside, alive. Men, women and children. Robin would never have taken that lightly, and neither would Richard Grayson.

Richard yelled at the police, "Isn't anyone gonna do something?!"

The officers shrugged. "Cool there, boy. Anyone who enters is roast pork, I can tell you. Stay back; there ain't nothing you can do to help."

Richard didn't bother pointing out the double negative. He wrapped his hands up in bandages and scaled up an ugly gargoyle's head. One powerful punch smashed the nearest window. Then he dropped off and knocked out a firefighter, grabbing his hose and spaying a jet of water through the window. He had to keep the flames away from the people for as long as he could.

Then suddenly, he noticed a nimble figure on the scaffolding. It was an officer, a female one. "Cover me!" she yelled.

Richard nodded, whatever that meant. Then, to his shock, she jumped right into the building. Richard tried to spray as much water as possible into the building. Soon, a boy was helped out of the window, followed by a few more people. The boy ran up to him.

"Sir." he called.

Robin looked down. "Huh? Err, yes?"

The boy went closer. "There is a woman in the building and she wants me to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"She says that if you keep spraying water she is going to drown. Fire's out, sir."

"Oh…"

"And she has a special message for you."

"Yeah?"

The boy smiled and stamped hard on his foot. "She says that you have no proper firefighting training." Then he ran away to his mother.

Richard winced. Fortunately the female officer did not deliver that personally, or he would probably be wheelchair bound for a week, if he was lucky.

An officer walked up to him. "Hey you there. The captain wants to have a word with you."

Richard shuddered. He could expect what was next. The captain stared at him. "So, sonny, you think playin the big hero is great, huh? Betcha didn't think of the consequences of your rash move."

Richard shrugged. "I was… doing what I had to."

"What? So you HAD TO rush to put out a fire with no prior training. You HAD TO knock out a firefighter?"

"Um… well I guess so."

The captain sighed. "Good job, anyway. You saved eight lives today, so give yourself a treat."

Richard's eyes widened fractionally. He expected worse. "Actually, sir, I…I always wanted to be a cop."

The captain laughed. 'You want to be a wahahahaha? Cop? You want to be a cop and I should just let you?"

"Sir, this lad has quick thinking and he looks fit. Why not give it a shot?" said a voice from behind.

Richard turned to face the female officer, who was wrapped in a towel. He took in a breath. She had a beautiful face, covered with sparse strands of wet blue hair, for which Richard could guess why. Her uniform was drenched and clung to her skin, revealing her model-like shape.

The captain laughed again. "Raven, one incident doesn't show how talented or intelligent a person is. It takes time."

"So why not give him time?" Raven countered.

The captain sighed. "One chance, saucy boy. Tomorrow I'd see you at the station, be there or be square. Ask for Captain James."

Richard nodded. He may not be jobless after all...

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