Chapter 1

Filled With Darkness

Silhouette walked along rather slowly, not in any hurry to get out of the darkness. The flicker of shadows in the corner of her eye was a comfort, one she hadn't felt in a long time. Her gift had always seemed more like a curse, especially when people found out about it. She'd started to become wary of the darkness, of the shadows, afraid she was turning into a monster. But now, cast out, but yet free of the prejudice and judging stares, she relished in it, feeling the darkness cool her, and the shadows give her a sense of control.

Soon the city lights glared at her from up ahead. Silhouette stopped in her tracks, her dark cloak blowing lightly in the wind. The hood threatened to fall from her head, so she pulled it forward before taking a breath, building up her courage, and following the lights. She hated the city. She hated the light. She hate the people. She felt claustrophobic, as if the amount of people was pressing in on her from all sides, trying to crush her.

But she really hated this city. Jump City. Filled with people who could barely save themselves, always having to be rescued by the Teen Titans. Then there's the Titans. Always having to save people from everything, rather than letting them learn how to take care of themselves. She knew why Beast Boy did it. It was the same reason she had done it when she was with Doom Patrol. It was to feel like you made a difference in people's lives.

Garfield Logan had always been a touchy subject with her. She was sure that she was a touchy subject with him, too, if his friends even knew about her. Silhouette had known Gar pretty much since birth—her earliest memory being of her talking him into eating mud—and they had been close friends ever since. So close, in fact, that Silhouette had risked her life to save him from what would've been a fatal blow.

A knife, not two inches below her heart. If she had pulled it out, she would've bled to death. If she hadn't of jumped as high as she did when she was trying to block it, her heart would've been pierced. If she had not have moved at all, her best friend would be dead. He'd never told her why he was leaving, just that he was sorry that they wouldn't be close anymore. And she'd accepted that.

But now Silhouette needed his help. Doom Patrol had kicked her out, and she was left without a home or any surviving family. Gar was her only friend left in the world. The only one that didn't judge her, because he knew what it was like to be different. They'd starting writing a year before, after not having any contact for two years, and she'd told him just how bad it'd gotten since he'd left. She always hated the fact that she needed him to protect her, but he had always assured that he needed her to protect him equally as much.

So, when they had cast her off, she'd written him, telling him that she needed his help once again. He'd offered a place at Titan Tower, telling her that she'd be welcome, that his friends wouldn't turn down a person in need, especially if it was his best friend and he had any say in it. Then, of course, she'd accepted, saying she'd arrive that Friday, probably late at night, as per usually. Oh, how she hated daylight.

The trek to the city itself seemed long enough, but then Silhouette would have to navigate through it to get to Titan Tower. Good thing it was huge and easy to see. She wished she could just use her power to get her there, but that would be pushing it, and, without having used them much in such a long time, it would drain her. She was due for a rest soon, though. Against her better judgment, Silhouette had started traveling during the day time, the hot sun beating down on her, her shadow behind her.

When she finally arrived, she leaned against a light post for a moment, debating on perhaps catching a bus to get there. Then she realized that she'd need money to pay the fare, and it'd probably be bursting at the seams with people anyway. So she opted for the traditional route, walking through a crowded city with nothing to protect herself other than a dagger barely the length of her hand and powers that would get her locked up in a psych ward.

Silhouette focused on her goal, getting through an annoying town, filled with stupid people, surrounded by streetlights, and get to Titan Tower. Her new home, as she thought of it. For now, at least. The first chance she got, she'd bolt and find a new life for herself, with a new name—not like she used her name anyway. She didn't even wanna think about how weird it would be to see Gar again, and hear his voice, however altered puberty made it.

The commute was actually shorter than she had anticipated, and soon she stood at the base of Titan Tower. It gave off a menacing aura, and she was ready to turn and run, but she soon remembered that she had nowhere else to go, and took a cautious step towards the door. The building was huge and intimidating, and she wondered just how much was inside it. She'd know in a moment.

Sucking in a breath, Silhouette thought about her and Gar, and all the stupid things they'd done in their time. Ding Dong Ditching was among the list of games. For a moment she debated on doing it, and hiding around the corner, figuring it'd be an entertaining way to show up, and that Gar would find it hilarious, but she thought about the fact that one of the other Titans could answer it, and that, knowing Gar, they probably weren't even expecting anyone to show up, especially not in the dead of night.

Instead she rang the doorbell twice and pulled the hood of her cloak down as she waited in front of the door. She wrung her hands together, nervous. She hadn't seen Gar in years, and she had no clue what to expect from the other Titans, let alone whether or not they'd actually let her stay. Silhouette had never been very welcome, mostly just because of her appearance. With long black hair that trailed down her back in near perfect ringlets and eyes so dark they looked black, she'd always felt—and been treated like—a lowly goth girl, just looking for attention.

Her clothing options didn't help her fit in, either. True to her name, Silhouette's wardrobe consisted of mostly black, with various purples and blood reds thrown in, and she loved the feel of skinny jeans and plain t-shirts—though most of her t-shirts were actually band tees. Plus her knee high black leather boots gave off a rather unwanted feeling. Her personality was actually much brighter than her closet, or at least it used to be.

Jolting out of her reverie, her eyes came into focus to see a green boy with a wide, fanged smile standing in front of her, his hand still on the door. Garfield Logan, in the flesh. She randomly wondered if he would turn out like green eggs and ham if he was cooked. Or maybe green tofu. "Silly, you're here," he said, still smiling. The old nickname still irked her, but it felt good to hear it.

She held her arms out, looking herself over. "Yeah. I guess I am," she said softly. He let go of the door and walked towards her, engulfing her in his arms, spinning her around in the process. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

"I missed you, Silly. How have you been?" he asked. His voice had grown deeper, but Silhouette liked it; she thought it fit him better, like he finally grew into himself, even though it was still rather high.

"Well," she started as he set her back on the ground, "I'm here, moving in, with nothing but the clothes on my back, because life has been just dandy," she said sarcastically, looking up at him with a disbelieving eyebrow raised.

"It's good to see you, regardless. Come on up, I gotta introduce you to the Titans." He grabbed her hand and headed for the door, kicking it closed behind them and moving towards an elevator near it. Veering towards stairs next to it he said, "We're taking the long way. We've got some catching up to do." He let go of her hand and opened the door, gesturing for her to go first.

"They've finally made a gentleman out of you, huh, Beastie?" she asked jokingly, moving up the sturdy stairs.

Gar shook his head. "Not really. I've just actually learned about this new thing called manners. Want me to teach you?"

Silhouette elbowed him and chuckled. "I've got manners up the yin yang. I just choose not to use them because it seems like nobody else does."

He smiled softly. "Speaking of manners, it's only kind of me to warn you." He took a deep breath. "As you know, my friend Robin, the leader, used to be the partner of Batman. He's pretty judgmental," he warned with a sideways glance towards Silhouette. "But I'm sure he'll like you. He likes Raven, and you two are pretty similar. Raven is just like you, I swear, except she doesn't have a fun side. Cyborg, he's kinda like me. I think you guys will get along. Starfire... You'll probably have an urge to hit her in the face. She is happy and bubbly, and she doesn't see the glass as half-full, she sees it as overflowing, I swear. But, if you're okay with her, I'll have her take you shopping, since you obviously need it and I know Raven will not set foot in a mall."

"Thanks for the warning," she said, throwing him a half-smile. "Maybe you have learned some manners, Beastie."

"We can't all be antisocial and rude like you, Silly," he chuckled. She elbowed him again.

When they reached a door at the top of the stairs, Silhouette prepared herself for the worst. Gar slowly opened it, walking in first this time, as if he was trying to shield her from something. The area they entered seemed to be the living room,with an adjoining kitchen. On the couch was a large man with what appeared to by robotic body parts, who she guessed was Cyborg, and a girl with violet hair and a gray complexion who stared at the ceiling as if there was nothing better to do in life. Raven, she guessed.

Sitting at the table in the kitchen was a girl with a rather golden complexion and fire-red hair. She was wearing a purple and silver outfit that Silhouette would've been jealous of if it would've covered more skin. She really wanted the boots though. The girl wore a smile and was munching on something that looked like it might be toast smothered in mustard. Starfire, of course.

At the table with her was a boy that took Silhouette's breath away. He was tall, probably half a foot taller than Gar, and Gar already had five inches on her. His hair was slicked back into spikes that she didn't think anyone else could pull off that well. The outfit he wore reminded her of a traffic light, which made her giggle silently, but he wore it well, and the black and gray combat boots he wore were exactly her style. She even debated pulling them off of his feet. His body was lean but she could tell that he was still strong; he had a dancer's body. Or, based on his background, and acrobat's. His face was all angles and seriousness, a frown on his lips as he read the local paper, and his eyes hidden by a mask, no doubt covering eyes just as beautiful as the rest of him. Robin.

Next to her, Gar cleared his throat. "Um, guys?" he said rather uneasily, his voice cracking. He led her farther into the room, where she could be seen by all present. "Guys," he said louder, causing eyes to turn to her. Cyborg took a break from whatever he was watching, Raven turned her attention away from the ceiling, and Starfire turned, eyes wide, mouth still full of toast and mustard. Only Robin remained focused on the task at hand, reading his paper. "This is Silhouette," Gar said simply.

"Well?" Raven asked, boredom evident in her tone. "Is that it? Why is she here?"

"She's an old friend of mine. We've known each other practically since birth, and we were in Doom Patrol together. She was recently, uh, laid off, for lack of a better term, and has nowhere to go. So she's gonna live here with us for a little while. She can help, both in the Tower and out, and she won't be a bother," he said enthusiastically, looking around to judge their reactions.

"And so," a voice sounded from the corner of the room. Silhouette turned to look and found herself looking into the masked eyes of Robin. "You decided it was okay to offer someone we don't know, who got kicked out of Doom Patrol, and I'm guessing you haven't seen in years, without consulting your leader or even anyone else, a home here?" At this point, Silhouette was sure he was glaring at her behind his mask, and turned away, looking at a wall.

"Well, I thought—" Gar started.

"No, it's okay," she said shyly. "I'll go. I shouldn't have shown up unannounced, expecting you guys to change your entire lives to support mine." She gave Gar a weak smile and turned back towards the door they came from.

"Silly, stop. I promised you a place to stay," he said adamantly. She turned and saw him looking straight at Robin. "She saved my life more than once. She took a knife for me. It's the least I can do. Please, Robin," he pleaded with the older boy.

Robin gave him a stern look before turning back to her. "How long are you expecting to stay?" There was something about his voice that threatened to send chills down her spine.

"Not too long. Just enough time to find my own place. I plan to get out of your hair ASAP," she assured, relieved that he, hopefully, was going to let her stay. At least, I will if I don't get stuck in all that gel, she thought to herself.

He nodded almost imperceptibly. "Okay. I guess you should formally meet everyone," he said, standing up and moving towards her. He held out a gloved hand. "I'm Robin, formally known as Richard Grayson, ex-sidekick to Batman," he smirked.

She took his hand and shook it lightly, heat rising to her cheeks. She felt like such a teenage girl she was ready to drown herself. "I'm Silhouette. I haven't used my real name in almost a decade, and I'd like to keep it that way, if that's okay with you," she introduced herself.

"That's fine. I won't pry," he said before turning around and taking his seat back at the kitchen table.

Starfire flew over to her, literally. "Greetings! I'm Starfire. It is such a pleasure to meet you!" She announced, giving Silhouette a hug.

"It's nice to meet you too," Silhouette said, wanting to scrub her skin and burn her clothes in hope it'd get rid of the happy.

"I'm Cyborg. Real name's Victor Stone, but no one really uses that anyway," said the large robotic man, giving her a wave from his seat on the couch. Silhouette waved back.

"I'm Raven. Call me Raven," the girl with the purple hair deadpanned, her eyes trained on the ceiling once again.

Silhouette turned back to Gar. "Of course you know me, Silly. Come on, I'll show you to your room," he said, taking her hand once again and leading her off down the hall. When he opened the door to her temporary room, she was actually surprised at what she found. Though the room lacked in her style, it was fairly spacious, filled only by a bed, a nightstand that resided next to it, a desk on the other side of the room with an office chair that looked really comfortable, and what looked like a large walk-in closet. "I know it's probably not what you wanted, but it'll do. I'll arrange to have Star take you shopping tomorrow. For now, bathroom's down the hall to the left, and my room is right across the hall if you need anything," he informed her, giving her a smile and backing out of the room.

"Wait, Gar!" she called, opening to door. He stood on the other side of his own door, looking almost ready to close it. "Can I get some pajamas or something?"

He chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Want one of my t-shirts? Like old times?" He asked with an almost nostalgic smile.

"Yeah, actually. That'd be perfect," she said with a smile. He disappeared into his room before a moment before returning a tossing a big white t-shirt at her, hitting her directly in the face.

"I know it's not your color, but I think you can deal, Silly. G'night," he said with a wave.

"Night, Beastie," she murmured, turning back towards her room and closing the door, not bothering to turn the light on. She held up the t-shirt in her hands and brought it to her nose, inhaling the scent of spearmint and dirt. Good old Garfield. It reminded her of home.

Silhouette peeled off her dirty clothes from that day, throwing them in the corner of the room, and pulled the worn shirt over her head before pulling the covers back on her bed and slipping in, snuggling down in the covers. Through the window next to her bed, she could see the streetlights and the sun barely peeking up over the horizon. Definitely time for bed, she thought to herself before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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It was well into the afternoon when Silhouette finally awoke. Not very pleasantly, however. Outside her door, she could hear Beast Boy yelling about something, it sounded like he was trying to run away from somebody. More than once, she heard him shout Raven's name. Soon the yelling ceased and Gar's voice was replaced by Robin's. That was when Silhouette finally decided to get up and see what all the fuss was about. Because of her lack of clothing options, she left Gar's large t-shirt on and pulled her old jeans on under it. Then she checked the mirror hanging from her wall to make sure her hair was tidy and the bags under her eyes weren't obvious.

She then braved the terrible venture to the outside world, still hearing Robin's voice beyond. He was talking low to Raven, who looked bored as she leaned against the wall, glaring at Gar every now and then, who sat on the floor next to her. Robin was scolding them like children. "If you two can't clean your act up and get along—"

"What did I miss?" Silhouette asked, rather uncertain about whether she should be interrupting. Robin turned to look at her through masked eyes. She began to wonder if he ever took it off. Today he was wearing something less stop-light colored, however. He was in plain jeans and a bright red v-neck that just happened to hug his biceps quite nicely in Silhouette's opinion.

"Um, mornin', Silly," Gar muttered from his spot on the floor. "Just our daily chagrining is all."

Robin turned back to the two leaning against the wall. "Well if you two could get along and stop acting like children, we wouldn't have this problem!" He stressed, running a hand through his hair. Silhouette noticed that he hadn't slicked it back yet, and she rather liked the mess the fell around his head.

"If he would stay out of my stuff—!" Raven yelled.

"Well, maybe if you didn't leave your stuff everywhere then—!" Gar challenged.

"Maybe if you all would shut the hell up, people would get some sleep around here!" Silhouette threw in, glaring at the green boy on the floor. "God, Gar! Grow up!" She yelled. Said boy looked to the ground in guilt.

"I'm sorry, Raven. I'll stop touching your belongings," he said softly, standing up and walking out towards the living room.

"Good," Raven spat, turning the other way and walking into what was sure to be her room.

Silhouette sighed and ran a hand through her hair, pausing when she saw Robin staring at her. Her cheeks flamed red and she looked towards the ground. "What do you want?" She snapped.

He looked her over for a moment, opening his mouth and shutting it a few times, as if he didn't know what to say. "There should be some leftover breakfast, if you're hungry," is what he decided on. Silhouette nodded in thanks and headed towards the kitchen, where she once again found Starfire munching on mustard-covered toast.

Looking over to the counter, she found an already made plate of eggs, covered in what smelled like Tapatio, with a side of sausage links and toast, but the toast was cut perfectly into fourths, each piece smothered in a different kind of jam. Her favorite. Gar must've made it. She grabbed the plate and the fork that laid beside it and sat down next to Starfire, digging in.

Starfire waved in greeting through a mouthful of... Breakfast. She was odd. But Silhouette kind of liked her. But she was filled with enough happiness for all of Jump City. That kind of bothered Silhouette. She shrugged of the feeling and munched away on a piece of sausage, looking towards the living room the see Gar and Cyborg playing some kind of video game. She had once made Gar a deal that for every book he read, she would play a video game with him once a day for the number of days he spent reading it. It didn't help that he only read about a paragraph a day.

In the midst of her memories, she didn't realize that Robin had come up to her until he tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump, hitting the table and sending her fork clattering to the floor. He bent down and picked it up for her, laying it on the table next to her plate. She sighed in frustration at her clumsiness and looked up to him. "Mind if we talk?" he asked softly, holding his hand out to her, this time without the gloves.

She nodded and took his hand. He helped her stand and led her towards the hall. She was aware of all eyes on them, with the exception of Raven, and she could especially feel Gar's stare boring curious holes in her back. She glanced back to him for a moment and saw he had an eyebrow raised is suspicion. Shrugging it off, she saw where Robin was leading her, to a set of stairs at the end of the hallway that she hadn't noticed beforehand.

The stairs were short, winding around, until sunlight peered through a gap in the ceiling. Robin helped her through it, and she gasped at the sight before her. They were on the roof, looking out at the ocean, covered in deep oranges and burnt reds of the sunset. He walked to the edge and hung his legs over. She followed, crossing her ankles and looking in wonder at the water. Never before had she thought sunshine was so beautiful.

Robin cleared his throat next to her. She shook her head with a light smile and looked over to him. "So... Silhouette, huh?" He asked, attempting to start conversation. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, unsure of his intentions.

Silhouette nodded. "Yeah. That's my name. Don't wear it out," she chuckled.

He smiled lightly and turned towards the view. "Why? I mean, we all have our nicknames for certain reasons. What's your reason?"

She shrugged. "I like nighttime. And shadows. Darkness and brooding, ya know, like a next door goth kid," she joked. "What's your reason?"

"Robin Hood. I've always found him inspiring, but when I was with Batman, I figured I should choose something with wings as well, so I stuck with Robin, just portrayed like the bird."

"Robbing from the rich to give to the poor, huh, Bird Brain?" She teased, leaning back and looking up at the sky with her arms behind her head.

"Not anymore, at least. So, you've known BB since birth?"

"Pretty much. Knew him when he was still white," she muttered with a chuckle.

"He's a good guy. I'd say he's one of my best friends, but he's really one of my only friends," he said sadly. "So, I know it's kind of personal, but, how'd you get kicked out of Doom Patrol?"

"Oh, ya know. Prejudice bitches," she said vaguely, sitting back up and pulling her legs up away from the edge, as if something was waiting for the chance to grab her and yank her off.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really. Look, Robin, if we're gonna be 'friends', there's a few topics you'll steer clear from. My real name, my parents, why I love the darkness, and why I got kicked out of Doom Patrol. Also, don't bring up the fact that I took a knife for Gar in front of him."

"Were you and him together once or something?"

"No. No, no, no. Gar and I were just about everything except a couple. He was always my big brother for all intents and purposes. When he left I just—," she sighed. "I shut everyone out. I really started to become the next door goth kid. Then... Then my powers got out of control," she sniffled, a tear trailing down her cheek. "That's why they kicked me out."

"Powers? I thought you were like me. Use what you've got, and still kick ass," he chuckled uneasily. "What kind of powers?"

"The kind that get you kicked out of Doom Patrol," she said dryly. "Maybe I'll tell you some other day," she sighed, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them.

"Alright. It's your business," he said, leaning back on his hands.

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked, looking back to the setting sun. In a few more minutes, a half an hour max, it'd be dark, and she'd be okay.

He shrugged. "I guess. You can go if you want."

She shook her head. "It's almost night. I'll stay." She turned to him. "If that's okay with you."

He shrugged and laid all the way back against the roof, pulling a leg up from the ledge. She did the same thing he did, looking up to the barely visible stars and the moon that was rising behind them. She waited patiently watching as the sky slowly turned darker. Eventually she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the night air, a smile gracing her lips.

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Silhouette fell asleep on the roof and was surrounded by dreams. More like nightmares.

She was being chased, she didn't know by who, just that if she stopped running, she'd face something horrifying. It was nighttime, a time when she should be okay, a time when she shouldn't be scared. As she ran, the shadows seemed to engulf her, pulling her in and threatening to tear her apart. She screamed as she felt something tug at her hair, and immediately decided that when she woke she would cut it to a ridiculously short length.

There was a single streetlight up ahead, just begging for her to run a little faster, to come a little closer, for it would ward off the monsters. She tried to run just a little bit faster, one last push to success, as if she was running the last two miles of a marathon, which might've been easier, because the light slowly shrank to the background as if it was moving away, and eventually she couldn't see it anymore. Even the shadows couldn't be seen because she was so shrouded in darkness. She'd never been this scared of the night before.

That's when Silhouette realized why she was so scared. She wasn't in her beloved night, for there were no stars, and there was no moon. She was in a completely unknown place, surrounded by a blackness she had never known before, without even enough light to see that shadows that comforted her so. Anywhere, she realized. I could be anywhere.

Closing her eyes, Silhouette used her power to feel for anyone or anything around her. She could sense nothing, and felt so alone. Tears began to stream down her face. Then she felt a familiar tingling in her fingers. Someone was there, behind her. Grabbing a hold of the shadow this person possessed—no matter how dark it was, everyone always had a shadow—she flung them against the wall, or what she thought was a wall, with all her might.

She heard a successful thud and someone's groan. Suddenly, a light flickered on, and she traced the source to a small cigarette lighter in the person's hand. Upon closer inspection, the hand holding the lighter was green, and so was the ominous-looking face behind it. She sucked in a breath and raised an eyebrow at the boy in front of her as he rubbed his head in pain. He gave her a mischievous grin before blowing out the flame.

Once again, Silhouette found herself covered in black, even more so than usual, with no moon, no stars, and a Beast Boy who seemed to hold an aura of danger about him, one that she should never feel from her best friend. She once again searched for his presence among the shadows, whipping around and backing up to the wall that she now knew was near her. Feeling the reassuring brick under her fingers, she knew that at least something was real.

Whipping her head to the side, she tried to find the boy that was no doubt standing directly next to her in the darkness. Not only could she feel his shadow pulling at her fingers, but she could feel his breath tickling her face softly. She felt the heat from his body intensify as he leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "Let's play a game, Silly," he breathed in a bone-chilling voice.

Her grip tightened around his shadow and she pushed him away from, hoping to get a good distance. She didn't let him go, however. Taking a deep breath and thinking about why he was being so odd, she mustered up some courage and spoke. "What kind of game?" she asked, her voice cracking and her fear evident.

He chuckled deeply from his spot some ten feet away from her, trapped by her hand. "Well, you see, I was thinking we could play hide and seek, like we used to. Only you hide, and I seek, and when I find you, I get to kill you," he spat. "How does that sound, Silly?" A deep chuckled ripped from his throat, one Garfield shouldn't have been capable of.

Silhouette looked to the ground, trying to find a way out of this. Only one idea came to her mind. "And what if you can't find me?" She forced out.

"Oh, please, you act like I'm stupid, Silly. There's no way out. Eventually I'll find you." Another deep laugh tore away from him, and she could feel him relax in her grip. "Let go, and I'll start counting. I'll make it 20 instead of 10, to give you a better chance, since you can't see."

Against her better judgment, she released her grip on the shadow and bolted in the direction opposite the wall. She could hear him counting loudly behind her as she ran. She used her powers to search for an object, any object that could be around. She found a tree, a single tree, and ran to it, hiding precariously behind it instead of trying to use her next to nonexistent climbing skills.

"20," she heard him say, not 15 feet from where she was hiding. She should've he wasn't going to play fair. "Ready or not, here I come," he said. Shaking her head, Silhouette decided that she was going to climb the tree anyway, even though it would all be for naught. She hoisted herself up onto the first branch, climbing slowly, choosing not to go up any higher than the third branch.

"Silly!" She heard him call, rather ominously. "Silly! Silly! Silly!" He called every now and again, his voice seemed to get farther away each time, and she sighed in relief. Pulling her hair back from her face, she tied up the long, black ringlets, feeling sweat on her forehead as she did so. "Silly!" She heard him yell. This time, though, it was Gar's real voice, full of fear and desperation. It's not him, she told herself, shaking. "Silly! Please! Help!" He screamed again. This time she couldn't help it. She jumped down from the tree despite her lack of vision.

When she stood up, she saw a green face with an evil smile, lit by the flame from his equally as green lighter. She gasped. "I win. I found you," he said with relished. Beast Boy raised his other hand, something glinting in the flickering from the lighter. When he brought it closer to his head, she could make out the fact that it was a dagger about at long as her forearm. She threw up her hands in a last-ditch effort as he brought the blade down.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read this first chapter. I have been writing fanfiction for a few years, but I am admittedly not the best, and I currently do not have a beta reader, so all mistakes are mine, sorry! Also, this is my first go at Teen Titans, and I feel that I'm making some characters OOC because it's been awhile since I've seen the show or read the comics, so please read and review, let me know how you liked it and what I need to change. Thanks!

Love, peace, and bacon grease,

Andi