Hey people it's been like...a million years since I've written in fanfiction. Eek. This should be interesting..I probably will get like zilch reviews. Ah well. It's fun just writing it. I suppose you want to hear the story...Here goes. -beams-

Prologue

Shadows hung over the city street. Dim light from the lamps that hung over the darkened road shed small ovals of light over the pavement. A crescent moon hung in the dark, lonely sky. The alleyway in itself was deserted, whilst the city that it hid itself within buzzed with life. Eager single men and women still rushed to the clubs, drunken groups staggered down the streets, and taxis beeped at each other irritably while doing their rushed rounds. The alleyway, however, stood still, an icy, deathly silence hanging over it.

It stayed like this since the sun set, until around three minutes after 11; life finally wandered its way onto the damp street. A figure, dressed in black and a black cape moving with him as one; his eyes, that you could barely see in the dark light, were not of a normal shape; unless side triangles were considered normal eyes those days.

The thin figure walked soundlessly down the alleyway, head turning this way and that, searching for something amongst the rubbish cans and street lights. A sharp clang of feet hitting metal fire-escape steps made his head turn sharply, and his gloved fists were raised.

"Relax, it's only me," a new man chuckled, leaning forward on the rail on the creaky, metal steps that he stood on.

The thin figure seemed to relax, and he crossed his arms. "I got what you wanted," he said through gritted teeth.

The second figure nodded slowly. "Proof."

Sighing, the young man on the ground threw a small, circular device in the air. The other man caught it with ease. "Perfect," he chuckled.

"Now you have to keep your promise," said the young man, clenching his fists hard. His voice was young, and he couldn't be any older than his late teens.

The older man waved his hand absently, with his other hand holding up the metallic disc up to his face and grinning greedily at it. "Of course, of course. It's a beautiful little thing, isn't it..."

"You're messed up," the younger man sighed, running his fingers through his black, spiky hair.

"Yes, perhaps," the man purred. "But you're the same. You can't talk."

The younger man cringed. "What?"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me, boy. It's obvious you enjoyed the job I gave you." Swinging himself around and off the rail, hitting the ground, he swiftly walked over to the younger figure and whispered into his ear, "Admit it. It gave you pleasure to run your new daggers that I gave to you through those men's chests, feeling the blood on your hands and hearing the death sighs coming from their lips...you're more like me than you think."

"I'm...not..." the younger man growled. His voice was heavy with denial; yet he made no motion to push the man away or protest anymore than what was already said.

The man chuckled evilly. "Oh yes you are," he disagreed in a soft, malicious voice. Backing away from the younger figure, he walked backwards into the shadows, saying, "I know you like this job. You hate being on a team; it puts everyone else in danger if you mess up. With me, you're workin' solo—only for me. Come back here, same time, for your next mission. And," he added with a laugh, "I don't think I need to threaten to blow up the Titans Tower again to persuade you to do that." Laughing at his joke and tossing the disk in the air and grabbing it again, he strolled down the alleyway, gone as soon as his dark, almost metallic figure was lost in the darkness.

For a while, the young figure just stood there, looking down at the ground, thinking hard. Finally, he raised his face, and the moonlight caught his masked face, clenched into a frown. "Yes, sir," he said clearly to the darkness.

Hurray the start of it! It's like...really late...as in 3:00 am late...so I didn't want to continue it lol. I just wanted to make a start. You don't have to like it...I'd just like a good review for it. I do this out of boredom haha. It's not exactly my life force...o.o I like making other characters, but Robin's okay to puppet around with. I'm not exactly sure where this story is going...so don't ask! xD See yas! R/R please! If you read this, let me know...it'd be helpful. D