A/N: My first Teen Titans fic, and I dooo hope it is as enjoyable to read as it is to write. :3

I miss writing and I've written quite a bit for this one already, so I'm going to post what I have now. =)

Disclaimer: DC owns Teen Titans, Zatanna, and the Doom Patrol. Lux is mine.

Enjoy! ~

"Steve.. Steve—please, be reasonable.." They followed him to the mansion. There was one light shining through a window on the second floor, "Look, we can—" He interrupted her with a sharp glare. He had never looked at her that way before. She was shocked into silence.

"It's the only way, Rita. Move, Zatanna.." He turned back to face the black iron fence. The illusionist held the cane in her white gloved hand. It was obvious she wasn't going to let him through without some sort of confrontation.

"No, Mento. You don't order me around like you do them. I won't let you do this." White glove met the brim of the black top hat, brilliant green eyes piercing vivid blues, "Lux.."

She landed beside the illusionist, hands emitting a violet glow. The magician brought the girl..

"You think a kid's going to be enough to stop me?"

"You underestimate aliens because they're not man-made freaks like you, Mento." His eyes narrowed dangerously. She seemed amused. This was not funny, "You're wrong about the boy."

"You're protecting him.. where do your loyalties truly lie?"

"My loyalty isn't the one that needs questioning." The illusionist tightened her grip on the cane. The girl to her side inconspicuously shifted in front of her mentor, hands balled into fists, ready to fight. Her intentions would have been admirable under different circumstances.

"You're protecting a murderer and you think you're on the good side of the law?" He was growing impatient with her.

"What're you doing, Steve? Becoming a vigilante because you think he's guilty?"

"I know he's guilty, Zatanna."

"No, you want to believe he is. Unjustly imprisoning the boy isn't going to bring anyone back."

"Putting him where he belongs is the only thing to do."

"You're not the law."

"Not. Yet." Her brows furrowed. He didn't seem to realize he said anything wrong, something no superhero would say if they weren't in danger of corruption. The woman at his own side took a hesitant step toward him.

"Steve.. don't do this.." She looked to the other two for reinforcements, "Larry, Cliff.. please," They offered none. They were behind him a hundred percent. Their faith was undaunting.

"Rita, leave. Out of my way, Zatanna." She didn't budge. She wasn't going to leave him. Not now. Not after everything they've been through together.

"No." The illusionist wasn't going to budge either.

"Now."

"The boy is innocent. I'm going to guard him with my life."

"Then you give me no choice."

"Don't hold back, Steve."

"I don't intend to.." He placed his fingers to his temples and closed his eyes, concentrating intently. A moment later, his lids popped open, exposing a blinding blue light and a wave of mental energy came pouring from the helmet on his head.

The alien crony extended both arms, creating a metallic silver force shield. The mental energy seemed to bounce off of her shield. She lowered her arms a fraction of an inch and the shield dissolved into nothingness.

Another wave of energy shot toward the illusionist and her alien friend. Both females dove out of the way just in time. The crony took to the sky, the violet glow of her hands traveled up the length of her arms and consumed her body, the purple of her irises bled into the whites of the surrounding sclera as her own ball of energy was sent hurtling toward Mento.

"STEVE, NO, STOP!"

He sent another wave of power toward the figure, hovering above him. Blue met purple in a violent explosion.

"Beast Boy, wake up!" The green one shot up in a cold sweat, chest heaving. He quickly observed his room to find it in the state he left it in before he fell asleep: filthy, "Are you okay?"

"Wha—" His vision went in and out of focus as he dug a knuckle into his eye, trying to rub the sleep away, "What's goin' on?" He noticed the other members of his team were litered across his room, "What're you guys doing in here?"

"You were yelling in your sleep." Robin was the first to speak. Although he wore an eye mask, Beast Boy could hear the concern in his voice and imagined it flickering in his eyes.

"I was?"

"Yeah, man, real loud.. you okay?" Cyborg. His best bud.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You are sure, Beast Boy? Did you have nightmares of seven-headed twarogs?" Starfire's eyes were wide, her hands covering her mouth in fright.

"Wart frogs?" He stared at her, bewildered before turning his attention back to Robin.

"Beast Boy, what happened? In your dream?"

"There were.. people.. I know them, but their faces.. I can't recognize them, but I know I know them. And there was an explosion.." Beast Boy hid his face in his hands, "They were talking about a boy.. a murderer. I don't remember anything else."

"Must've been some dream, huh, BB?" Cyborg offered a reassuring grin. Beast Boy couldn't help but smile. He always made the changeling feel tons better. No matter how much they argued over video games or movies or television or what to eat for breakfast, Cyborg had always been his closest friend.

"All right then.." Robin yawned tiredly, "Let's get back to sleep, Titans." Raven, who hadn't said a word, was the first to float out of the room, followed by Starfire, who hammered Beast Boy about the seven-headed twarogs once more before being ushered out by Robin. Cyborg hadn't budged from his spot.

"You sure you're okay, BB?" The green one paused for a moment, musing over the dream and how he felt in it. It was nothing right? Just a dream.

"Yeah, Cy, I'm cool."

Cyborg lingered a moment longer before bidding Beast Boy goodnight and leaving him alone, once again. But sleep was not with Beast Boy. Who were those people? Was he in the dream? He couldn't recall seeing himself there, but he could make out the silhouettes of the people.

There were three girls. Three guys. One dark house. The man. The one trying to get through.. Beast Boy knew him. He knew all of them.

It doesn't matter, it was just a dream..

And after a few minutes of struggling to picture faces, Beast Boy finally gave in and allowed his head to hit the pillow, suddenly overcome with exhaustion.