You don't understand, Beast Boy... She murmured bitterly.
Your world isn't mine. It's so easy for you, for the titans, to be the good guys, the easygoing ones, the ones with no pain. You just fight crime, become the hero, go home, crack some little jokes and go to bed. Every day. You all love each other. But for some reason.. That's not my world.
My world is full of pain. Of forcing your dominance on others, of proving that you're the best. Of sucking up to the best, and learning from them in a world of hard knocks. A world of power, of hunger and constant battle.
Every moment I spent with all of you, looking back... It seems like such a childish joke. All of my training, this is what's real. This is the real world, outside of your cutesy, happy circle of bubble gum villains and wounds that never seem to even graze your flesh, just your clothes. None of you know what it is to truly bleed for what you want. None of you have flown over a broken city to stare at fearful faces, to hold the fate of the world in your fist. To watch every person who could have ever scorned you cower away in fear, on hands and knees.
The power.
You have no idea what the climb to power really is. The exhiliration, the lust and starvation for it.
Power, power the law of the land.
Those living for death will die by their own hand.
