Chapter 1
Titans Tower gleemed in the bay of Jump City. The sunset rolled over the glass panes that defined its face. A family loved among its walls. The members were always there for each other, bringing support to each other whenever needed. Even in a fight, they had each others back. Right now said family was out for lunch at their favorite pizzeria. They had already finished the food, now they were chatting. Beastboy, was making conversation with Raven and Robin. They were in long talk about the low crime rate. Crime has been down for over a year. A few robberies here and there, but nothing major.
"It gets me edgy for some action," Robin said.
"But at least we get some peace and quiet," Beastboy stated.
"We still need keep on our toes, though," Raven said.
"I know, and it bugs me too," Beastboy admitted.
Beastboy definitely grew up. He became more serious than anyone expected. He still joked, but they were just quips now. The pranks stopped all together, as he found them a waste of time he could be spending training. His physical appearance was impressive. His torso was more defined and toned. It had also gained some mass. It was bigger than when he was 14. Robin was no longer Robin, but now called himself Nightwing. He was 20 years old, and was in a relationship with Starfire, also 20 years old. Starfire didn't change much, she was still cheery as always, but spoke better English. Raven was 18, a year younger than Beastboy. She had grown her hair out longer. Her uniform consisted of her usual cape. She kept the leotard, but the sleeves were shorter. She wore sleeves that cut off at the shoulders. She swapped her old shoes for boots that stopped about mid thigh. Though she would deny it many times, she grew into an attractive woman. Cyborg's appearance hasn't changed much. He added a few new weapons to his arsenal. He still did his regular monitors of the tower.
"Alright y'all, we ready to head home," he asked loudly.
"Yeah we should get home," Nightwing stated.
"Uhhh, not me guys," Beastboy said.
The others looked at him confused. Never had he done such a thing.
"Are you sure, Beastboy," Nightwing questioned.
"Yeah, uh, I need some time to myself, if it's alright with you," the changeling said.
"Sure, go ahead, but be back before midnight," Nightwing said.
"Understood," Beastboy said.
Beastboy and the group parted ways. Raven, however, stayed behind, looking on at Beastboy, concern written on her face. In the past few years, she had grown attached to the changeling. Not so much to annoy him, but they have become really close. She decided against following, wanting to give him his time that he requested, and flew home.
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Beastboy walked for roughly an hour while contemplating his decision. What if the other Titans had gotten suspicious, and followed? He didn't wanna get caught. What he was about to is a crime, and he is committing it. He wondered if someone did follow him. Sweat beaded and rolled down his forehead as he walked. He headed into an alley. It was filled with the odors of garbage, dirty laundry, sex, and drugs. He came up to an individual leaning up against the brick wall of one of the buildings. he wore a long coat with fedora to hide the features that were his face. the alley was dark and the only light seemed to be on this man.
"You got what I want," the stranger spoke with an italian accent from New York.
"Every penny of it," Beastboy said.
"Good. First the money," the stranger ordered.
Beastboy reached inside his uniform and pulled out a wad of $100 bills. He handed it to the stranger. the stranger sniffed the money.
"You weren't followed were ya," he said
"No," beastboy said firmly.
"Good. Second the stuff," the man said.
He reached inside his long coat and pulled a ball of foil. He slowly unravelled the foil to reaveal a 100 mg ball, a 250 mg bag, and a syringe. In the bag was 250 mg of heroine. The ball was alo heroine, but in smokeable form.
"You got yourself a top notch deal, kid," the man said.
"Yeah," Beastboy said, unsure of himself.
He took his purchase and left back to the tower. As he made his towards the bay, he was contemplating whether he will regret this later or now. He soon decided he would have to use it to find out.