A/N: Thanks be to a couple of friends on deviantART who prompted me to hop onto this site ^5 I only have the notepad program, so sorry for faults that escaped me...!

Warnings: I know nothing of your slang on this site, so as far as telling you what's up & junk, gomen nasai, dudes

and dudettes! Deal with it please! [HUGS] (b/c the "J" is next to the "H" on keyboard, it was almost "JUGS"... XDD)

This story starts out slow enough [growl] but later gets into relationship junk. Right now, it's "introductions"

during some fight scenes. Slade's not in this chapter (oh, sin of sins...) but you can imagine his voice as

narrating it. I do.

;)

*This story follows the TV show Teen Titans and everything that they establish as fact in the show, not the comics.

I love the comics, but I prefer writing the show, usually. This means: no mask removal (with one possible exception

later-BUT ONLY MAYBE) no swearing (NO exceptions) and despite some implications here and there, no sex. At least

none that is "seen"... A break-away-rule from the show may be that there's going to be more violence. Later.

*This story takes place after the Trigon incidents have been dealt with. That's all for timeline specifics.

*This chapter's content rating is no higher than that of the old show. (the author's notes are not included in this rating, however they vaguely follow the censored vocabulary selections...)

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~story title~

"Justification"

~chapter 1 title~

"The Two-Sided Triangle"

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People in this world are all too eager to be selfish.

An energetic teenage boy sprints across rooftops.

His way would have been lit by the moon, if not for heavy smoke and fumes billowing from a compound now far behind him.

The entire sky was covered by the evidence of his grievous error.

He didn't even notice. Unlike him... He had a tendency to notice the value of everything around him at all times.

His ears echoed with the sound of his own labored breaths. Nothing else could penetrate that deafening sound.

And yet, when they're accosted for their selfishness, only a rare few are eager to accept what they've done as being morally "wrong". Something they shouldn't have done by the rules of the land, and something that the masses hold against them.

The boy's ensemble looked like something one would only wear for a costume party, it was such a distinct uniform.

His boots merged with his shadow as it tried it's best to keep up with his hectic pace.

He was frantic, his state of mind focused on getting as far away as possible, and quickly. It was all only a matter of time.

Fewer still are able to be proud of what they've done, that supposed "wrong". To look at the remnants of the rule they have broken and smile, just as eager to continue in same.

There was a water tower atop the upcoming roof...

He had no time to go around. He will have to go through.

The boy's advanced acrobatic skills let him glide about the beams supporting the silver tower. Looks to have been recently painted. Shame... it was all going to be gone any minute.

At least, he thought to himself, this place was evacuated yesterday. No innocent lives to be lost. Or to burden his escape.

People in this world live a lie about "right" and "wrong". But we all live our own unique lies. To deny that would be just one more lie that you live...

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The fleeing teenager came to a roof scattered with sheds and large recycle bins when a shadow flew in from the side. He stopped, wondering what fool would get in his way at such a time, and how long would it take to get them out of the way.

A colorful figure landed on the ledge above him. Oh, how he never thought he would be glad to see this character...

but the boy wasn't even aware of his own feelings. He was still in 'panic mode'. The situation was still dangerous, calm had not yet been assured to anyone in the vacinity of his 'mistake'.

The voice of the slender character was mechanically monotone,

"You don't have to run from the lab anymore. The other Titans finally arrived. Got it under control for you."

The boy sighed, all the pent-up energy produced by his nerves were flowing out with that one breath as a waterfall of bile, leaving him feeling refreshed... and empty. As well as 'spent', and 'stiff'. He finally noticed the ache in his joints from having belabored himself in the instinct to seek safety from the once-impending explosion. He addressed the colorful messenger with a colorful attitude of his own,

"Well, aren't you good at playing the hero? Glad I don't have to risk breaking anything." The other teenage boy didn't seem to want to sit down and exchange jokes, but the smirk behind the mask of shadows could be heard in his voice,

"Don't relax too much, 'kid'. You still have something to escape... Titans-GO!" pointing down at the boy with the red 'X' over his face.

Out of every corner came four more teenagers, and the only one wearing remotely normal clothing was the attractive red-headed girl. That normalcy was tainted by the whites of her eyes being green. As well as the abilities of flight and the production of green fragments of energy that served as bullets to be either shot from her eyes in the form of beams or hurled from her fists as explosive orbs.

The exhausted boy ignored his immediate ailments to dodge the girl's wild projectiles as she angrilly called him a "din-flogg-hem". He leapt around his given environment, intending to reach her for a tease to their relationship, but was intercepted. A glowing black metal beam came flying at his mid-section, causing him to bend so as to spare his precious kidney a bruise. With a wirey screech, the beam bent mid-air and tried to wrap around him, but he pulled his feet up, out of the steel hoop, perched upon it and sprung off. He landed to the side, looking to the coiled beam that dropped nearby, suddenly lifeless and no longer covered in black energy, revealing it's silver paint as having come from the water tower. The moon had begun peaking through the haze and he didn't have to look behind to notice the large shadow looming over him. The silver tank from the water tower, encased in a pitch-black glow, cracked open to give him a violent shower and wash him across the roof in a river. The green Titan was waiting for him, as an octopus, on the other side, tentacles suctioned onto the ledge.

Red X chuckled sarcastically under his breath and held out his fists to use the red 'X's on the backs of his gloves to create two sharp 'X' blades that spun as buzz-saws. Squealing like a toddler who had just seen a rather hairy spider, the green mollusk changed back into a green boy to avoid being turned into a Japanese delicacy. They were both overcome by the water's current and went over the side, becoming airborn with the careless liquid.

The two looked at each other, the green child sneering knowingly as he turned into a pterodactyle. The beast attempted to secure it's target with a flex of claws, but Red X quickly tossed red glop at the prehistoric bird's feet, sealing them together.

The green creature flailed about in the air, physically arguing with his feet and squawking out his frustrations. The metamorph should have been grateful it wasn't his wings that were restrained. He flapped around, haphazardly, and ended up slamming into their brightly colored leader, who was leaping to the next roof to catch up to Red X and the rest of his team. The leader barely had time to exclaim the name, "Beast Boy?!" before the collision. They fell backwards off the rooftops altogether, Beast Boy turning back into a green teenager, his legs still wrapped tightly in red bindings. The leader looped his arm around his green friend's waist and reached for his grappling hook. But with Beast Boy struggling to free his legs, the grappling hook slipped away in the night.

Beast Boy was often absent minded like that, for just one of his many faults. He could have remained as a creature with wings, flown them back to the roof and straight to their enemy, but he wasn't the strategic type. It's a wonder he can dress himself, and there's no one to claim he does.

Red X watched their failure to coordinate, but didn't have time to gloat as he looked down at his trajectory to see the cybernetic teenage boy at the end of that path, cannon open and waiting with a grin, "Gotcha' covered, 'Din-flogg-hem'!" he used the girl's foreign insult with poor accent and an obvious ignorance to it's true meaning.

Narrowing his eyes, Red X timed himself... just as he got into clear view of the cannon, it fired and he teleported to the grounds behind his assailant. He used the brief seconds he had while the Cyborg turned around to pull out something that he had picked up in the lab earlier tonight. He had planned on using it to help him deactivate a part of the security system farther in... before he was interrupted by his little mishap. He waited until Cyborg had looked down with a glare to pop the item onto his metal chest. Cyborg peered at the tiny banana with little humor.

"Get your laughs in while you can, bud. 'Cuz yer gonna pay fer that. You carry refrigerator magnets 'round all the time or was that present just for me?" as he turned his arm into a cannon once again. Cyborg's usual sense of humor was presently handicapped by his self-respect. Since half his body was metal, he had a quarrel concerning magnets.

"Neither. Got it from the lab back there," readying his fists to make use of any random 'X' ability. Whatever he needed depending on what else happened around them with two more teens flying about. Literally. His confession made Cyborg stiffen in terror. His voice went up to shrill degrees,

"But that laboratory was all about-aw, man-makin' it into banana magnets is SICK! Okay, yer gonna tell me what you just stuck to me... what's it do?" sounding like a man one minute, a mouse the next. Red X's answer was to thrust one hand, palm out, past Cyborg's head, firing elastic red tissue from the 'X' on his glove's palm into the air behind the clueless, startled, tin man.

The two girls on the team were in flight via their supernatural powers and were making their move. The girl in the dark hood and cape was using her black powers again to engulf and lift one of the recycle bins to throw at him as she had done with the water tower. The elastic tissue came at her in pinpoint accuracy, and, with a gasp, the red-headed girl flew in to save her friend. They ended up bound together, falling onto the roof not far from Cyborg and Red X. The recycle bin fell next to them, covering them in various papers meant to be processed in society's meager attempts to save the earth from litter.

Being pressed into each other at odd angles was strange for both of them.

"It is nothing of the personal, my friend," the red-haired girl said. Her hood having flown half-off, the other girl replied,

"Nothing's worse than Beast Boy's green butt..." in her usual dim tone, tainted with a tad of bitterness in this case.

Then, the recycle bin began to groan as it leaned over them, farther and farther. The green-eyed girl was confused, then filled with concern,

"Oh, Raven, my friend, your stomach speaks with the language of hunger! How I wish you would not only drink the tea's herbs, but when we return to the tower I shall harvest some of my best-" she was cut off by Raven's heated mutterance,

"Starfire-!" who was then alerted to the bin. "...Azarath, Metrion-" the bin fell with the wobbly clang of cheap metal on the concrete.

Satisfied, Red X turned and quickly left Cyborg, who was too afraid to move for fear of setting off some ingredient within the humble banana.

"WAIT-Dude, WHAT'S THIS THING DO?!" he knew the dangerous things they made in that laboratory. They had been petitioning to shut it down for years, but with legal technicalities...

Red X didn't stop, just looked back through the white skull-mask and said, a strong laugh in his tone,

"Sometimes a banana is just a banana."

Cyborg was stunned. He had not only stood there in demasculinizing fear, but allowed a criminal to escape his grasp... because of a magnetic banana. His face went from shock to an utterly grim expression. If there is a source of malevolence in the universe, it would be impressed and somewhat taken aback by Cyborg's appearance, even with the whimsical banana to dampen the severity of the sight.

He flicked the banana off his puffed-out chest.

"Oh, it's ON now, 'Din'."

~2~

Settling atop an old crate that even a fresh coat of silver paint couldn't save, Red X let out a breath. He was two roofs away from where he left the discontent group and he seemed in the clear for the moment, but the little heroes would soon catch up. They always did. He found them fun, normally, but right now-his line of thought was interrupted by that shadow again. The Titan leader had lunged at him, seeking to tackle him from the side, but he dodged. The uneven activity caused the poor crate to give way and Red X had to catch his footing on the roof surface before the thick-headed-doo-gooder could.

They both stilled at the sight of each other, crouched just a few yards away. Each ready for any movement from the other. Having a silent understanding, they both rose to their full height in a slow, easy, gesture. If not for their differing outfits, you would think you were looking at reflections in a mirror.

Red X narrowed his eyes in a hidden smirk at the serious kid. This... the leader of that gaggle of rugrats... his opponent.

Seeing Red X shift, the opponent gave an identical smirk.

"Ya know, kid..." Red X said, "you and I are way too much alike." He readied a handful of red 'X' shurikens.

"And just what would Robin, boy wonder, have in common with a petty thief?" pulling out his retractable bo staff.

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~end chapter; to be continued~

~next chapter title~

"Enter the Third Angle"

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A/N: (HI! I'm Scintillant-H, known as Hal! And I am just this lame!)

This, as I said, was an introduction chapter. did you notice that none of their names was used in any way until someone said it out loud? the exceptions being ReX, because his description was "self explanatory", and Cyborg, also self-explanatory.

I was trying to give the false impression that the person running for his life in the beginning was Robin and the one interrupting his escape was Red X-or just anyone besides Robin himself, really. DID IT WORK?! ... if only in looking back on it... maybe... ?

anyway, [ahem], my first actual Teen Titan fanfic... Again, this is just the TV show versions, so no swearing or anything else too

uncharacteristic for the show.

^^; sorry...! but tough! people here will be properly represented! except when things get into the relationship

junk coming soon... not real soon, but soon...

-Red X: "psh~! you dont even know what to write for the next chapter!"

-Hal:"I do TOO! at least your next line, I do..."

-Red X: "Since you're sticking to the TV show formula, no masks come off, right?"

-Hal~thinking:"... right."

-Red X: "Good. That means I wont be in a relationship with anyone...! Can't get too intimate with this thing on."

[indicates mask]

-Hal:"Ohhh... I wouldnt say thaaaaaaaat... heehee...~!"

-Red X: "... What? No. Haven't the other fans put me through enough?"

-Hal:"Naw! You just need some sadisti-I mean, some TLC!"

-Red X: "Robin, help me out, here!"

-Robin: "..." ~to Scintillant-H: "Do I have sex with Slade in this, consensual or otherwise?"

-Hal~thinking: "... No."

-Robin: "Then I don't care. Let her do as she wants."

-Red X: "Hey!"

-Robin: "As long as my butt's safe from that maniac's libido, I dont care." ~on his way out: "I'm not involved with

Slade, right?"

-Hal: "weeeell... I never said thaaat...!"

-Robin~zooming back in the room: "WHAT?!"

[Red X chuckles.]

-Red X: "How ya like them apples, kid?"

-Robin: "YOU, SHUT UP! AND YOU-IN WHAT WAYS?!"

-Hal: "Oh, relax, your rectum is safe from Slade's-uh... stuff. but, you know, the word 'involved' can mean so many

things...!"

-Robin~holding up a bird-a-rang: "Start the list!"

-Red X: "Alphabetical order or chronological, by body part?"

[Red X chuckling.]

[Scintillant-H chuckles, too.]

[Robin fumes.]

-Hal: "OK, OK...!" ~wipes tear from eye: "I won't give any of the Slade-based twists..."

[Robin's glare begins to explode in flames]

-Hal: "BUT! I will tell you that you and ReX here get cough 'involved'~!"

-Robin/Red X: "WHAT?!"

-Red X: "ANOTHER fangirl with this?!"

-Robin: "... you just HAD to steal that suit, didnt you...?!"

-Red X: "You're the one who made it-for SLADE!"

[Robin exploded]

y-eah, that could go on forever, so i'm just gonna go into the other room when they're not looking...

[sneak sneak]

[in the other, darker room...]

?! what are YOU doing here?! You're not in this chapter at all!

-Slade~folding newspaper up and towering over her: "and that is precicely what I wanted to discuss with you, my dear...!"

[gulp...]

[tries to crawl back to face the enraged Robin and ReX instead]

[never makes it]

review this chapter and maybe the things you have to say, good and bad, will make Slade go easy on me... or just

leave completely...?

PLEASE REVIEW AND SAVE MY SORRY BACKSIDE!

((I was gonna leave out that last part cuz I hate asking for reviews, it sounds so desperate (forgetting that I am desperate) but it was a funny, so I left it in ;) ))