Okay, so this FanFiction just appeared out of the top of my head. It was inspired after watching Lady Gaga's new music video, "Paparazzi". I don't like her as a person, but her music is okay.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS. I DO OWN THE MEDICAL STAFF AND CAROL HOPSPRINGER

Chapter 1: The Battle

Cyborg's POV

"Titans, Go," came the familiar battle cry of the Titan's East Leader, Bumblebee. Bumblebee was my fiancé, whom I was visiting that day. And just when things started to get cozy, a villain had to rob Steel City Bank. This new villain, I was informed was named Quicksilver. He was capable of manipulating gravity and was a telekinetic. Super.

Mas y Menos ran passed him and tried to distract him, while as Speedy hit him with a puncher arrow. I blasted him with a sonic cannon.

Quicksilver grabbed a car with his power and flung away, as he tried to pursue me.

Just then, I saw a pretty girl walk across the road. She was Caucasian and held a lavender back-pack. Clearly, she had just been let out of school. The car hurtled at her.

"LOOK OUT," I screamed, but it was too late. The car hit her and a cloud of dust arouse. I immediately thought the worst; she was dead, but nevertheless I ran over. If she was dead, it was best to retrieve her body.

But she wasn't.

Her face, torso, and arms and legs were bloody, but she was alive.

"FETCH MEDICAL ASSISTANCE," I hollered to Aqualad, who was the nearest to me.

He nodded and crouched next to Mas y Menos and spoke rapid Spanish.

"Si Senor Aqualad," they complied and took off.

"How," I asked.

He shrugged. "When you live with Spainish-talking twins, you're bond to catch some of they're language.

I shook my head in disbelief and picked the car off the girl.

"Is she alive," Bee asked

"Yes, but barely," I replied grimly, "Where's…"

"Quicksilver," she interrupted, "We got him."

"Good job."

Just then, a medics came racing over and took the girl. One medic looked at me; his name-patch read Patrick.

"You her dad?"

"No," I replied, "Just a bystander."

"Thanks for the message."

"No problem. Can I come with you?"

The medic looked uncertain, "You can, but not in the medic vehicle."

"Sure." I hopped in the T-Car and followed the cruiser, praying she would be okay.