Years have passed, and with time, life moves along regardless of regrets or tragedies. People grow together and apart in ways that can and cannot be controlled. Regrets pass as well as most emotions, but many stick with a select few. In our heroes cases, the strong sense of family sticks regardless of distance. It has been five years since the reign of the original Titans, splitting after Jump City no longer required protection from villainous types such as Plasmus, Overload, Control Freak, or... Slade.

The first of these warrior brothers and sisters to outgrow the bustling city was, to everyone's surprise, Beast Boy. Towards the end of his time with the Titans, Beast Boy became suspiciously distant and restless. Eventually he became more scarcely seen around the tower than even Raven herself. It was still a huge shock when Robin entered the changelings room to find it spotless and empty, all except for a note simply stating that he will still keep in touch, but would not be returning. After that day, no one ever admitted to hearing from their green brother as he dropped completely out of their respective lives.

With only the remaining four friends, life simply became too easy for the heroes. They did enjoy their days together, however boring life had become. The next to leave though was Starfire, and with her departure to her home world where she would begin the guidance of her people once again, the remaining three felt nothing but lingering memories holding them to their home. Robin became obsessed with his work to a much further extent at the loss of his love, even if they had kept in contact through the watchtowers relays. The leader eventually left in a similar fashion to his green teammate, only leaving at least some way for them to still contact him with his new title of Nightwing.

Being the last two left in their home, Raven stayed with her self proclaimed older brother Cyborg as he began making connections to the Justice League. Things really changed when they received a visit from Batman and Superman as they invited them both to join them in the Watchtower as part of the worlds protectors. The offer was irrefutable, especially when they mentioned that Nightwing was already a member. Accepting the invitation, the former titans became irrefutable members of the Justice League.

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In the wake of the dark room; a faint, low, repetitive tone resonated into her sleeping ears. Ravens eyes faltered as the movement behind her eyelids slowed. She mumbled and groaned as wake dawned on her, scrunching her face and relaxing it as she stretched to open a new day. Slowly rising from her stiff cot, she felt a sudden abnormality with er surroundings. Her room was different, after all, everything was dark as she liked it, but her familiar gothic furniture was replaced with stainless steel everything. Memory dawned on her as she remembered she wasn't at the Titans Tower. She wasn't home.

Instead, Raven was in active duty at the Jutice League Watchtower where she rarely felt comfortable flying out of the earths atmosphere. Raven hated the artificialness the whole place had, while everything was fairly accurately represented, everything still felt fake. The gravity, the air, the plants, everything felt slightly off. It always threw off her sleep pattern and messed with her meditation. Not to mention the constant fear of losing control of herself and sending the whole populace into a zero atmosphere orbit. The only reason she stayed here was because Cyborg was here all the time.

Raven reached for the alarm clock by her bed, disabling the nuisance of a low beep. She grabbed her cloak and marched to her standard sink and mirror. Raven stared at the full grown woman that was her reflection. It felt so strange to her, being an adult now. Everything had changed so drastically over the past years. Responsibility and conduct was chosen over fun or friends. She missed the days when she was a Titan, living with her adopted family. Now everything was so professional, and while she enjoyed the privacy the League offered, it wasn't a family. But, while it was not ideal, it was her duty as a hero to be here, so here she stayed. Besides, who else could keep Cyborg company when the Flash wasn't around? Raven snickered at her older brothers new friendship. It reminded her so much of the days Cyborg would bicker with... Ravens chest suddenly felt heavy. She decided to stretch away the ache and finish her morning routine. She dealt with her hygiene and splashed some water on her face before marching out of her dormitory and into the mess hall.

As the door swiped open the familiar scent of the breakfast buffet wafted below Ravens nose. She basked in the warm smell of waffles, syrup, and eggs. If there was one thing she loved about the Watchtower, it was the food that was autonomously supplied. Taking in the heat of the room, Ravens eyes surveyed the many faces in the sea of heroes. Her vision stalled over the familiar bald head of Cyborg. He was leaning on one arm as he shoveled whole waffles into his mouth with the other. It seemed that his attention was focused on the red blur of the flash talking next to him, emphasizing everything he said with his whole body. Raven giggled at her older brothers easy going friendship with his fellow scientist. She raised her hand and waved towards the boys. Flash noticed the gesture right away and began frantically waving and motioning the empath over next to them, but Cyborg only gave a halfhearted gesture of his hand. His mood seemed down, for reasons outside of Ravens knowledge.

Grabbing a fully made tray of breakfast goods with her dark energy, Raven floated through the crowd to the table that seated her acquaintances. With a slight smile, not noticeable to anyone who wasn't a Titan, she turned her attention to the Flash. "Good morning Barry. Have you heard from Wally today?"

Flash raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, the boy called me an hour ago. I'm glad he got out of the hero biz, but I miss the boy. At least I get to check out his work on particle physics at his college though. Either of you ever wonder what you'd do if you could live the civvy' life?" Raven had to analyze all his words carefully as they shot from his mouth at the speed of sound. It was times like this she wished she had Cyborgs computer ears.

"Well, I guess I'd be a librarian." Raven deadpanned. "Books are practically a part of me."

Cyborg only seemed to grunt in response, his thoughts obviously elsewhere. Raven raised an eyebrow in his direction, picking up her glass of milk to her lips as if it were her tea. Flash rolled his eyes at the motion. "He's been like this all morning." At this Cyborg seemed to rejoin reality.

"I'm just kinda... I dunno'." The half-human breathed. "It's not really an easy day for Titans." At his words, Raven seemed taken aback. "What are you talking about?" She quizzically asked.

Cyborg seemed reluctant to say more, but he gave in after a sigh and pushed himself up to walk away. As he was doing this he said, "Today's the day BB left." Cyborg then left for his post at the control center. Raven half choked on her drink at the reveal of the anniversary. Realization dawned on Flash at why it was so rough for them. He reached across the table to the coughing empath.

"I'm sorry we couldn't find him." Flash whispered as he placed his grip on Ravens shoulder. "We tried our best, but wherever the guy is he really didn't want to be-" He was cut off by Raven swiping off his hand as she left for her post in communications. The Flash only looked at the two Titans as they left the hall, a slight frown pressing his features.

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The alley he was standing in was damp under his foot as Nightwing walked away from the bar his secret identity owned. His bar was a popular hot spot for all of the low-lives of Bludhaven, creating the greatest source of information on all the drug cartels in the area. He would sit and listen as he poured drinks, counted tips, and cleaned glasses. Of course he didn't do it for the money, that was the one thing he didn't need, but the idea of that money coming from the very people he was taking down gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. They were partially funding their enemy, all the while discussing critical details of their business. A smirk slung its way across Nightwings mouth. He came up to a fire escape that lead up to his apartment, where he quickly leapt onto the wall and up again to the ladder. He climbed up in the darkness, shouting and arguing filling out from the windows of his neighbors as they lived their lives.

Coming up to a blacked out room, he reached into his coat for the key and unlocked his window. Screeching open the heavy glass Nightwing clambered in through the awkward opening, reaching across the room for the light switch. Flickering on the lights the room revealed it's shadows lurking in the dark. A prominent Blue and Black uniform was clad on the wall, joined by two eskrima batons and a belt with a compartment for everything. Nightwing removed his jacket as he flipped on his television to the news. There was quite an uproar in the bar that peaked his curiosity. Rumors of aliens creating a trade treaty with earth. At first he thought it was just some junkie spreading rumors, but at the mention of their beautiful, green eyed leader, he couldn't help but close early.

As the word had said, the top story was about interplanetary trade opening with... Tamaran! Nightwing had to physically hold his eyes in his head to keep them in. Starfire was opening trade with Earth? Why hadn't the League called him? Why hadn't Starfire told him? He needed answers. And who better to ask than the very people maintaining communications with the alien planet. Turning off the box, Nightwing tossed the remote over his shoulder as he marched to his wall adorned with his gear. The dark uniform fit snugly along his body, adorning his muscles and still providing enough mobility for him to move as he pleased. Sticking on his mask, he reached on his counter and grabbed his helmet. Nightwing leapt from his window pushing it locked and onto the trash bin below. Running to a secret panel on the wall, the brick split to reveal his cycle.

"Off to Gothems zeta tube." He spoke to himself as he revved away to the north.

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The incessant clicking on the massive control panel would have driven most people crazy, but Cyborg didn't mind the Flashes ability to maintain control at that speed. His physical speed rivaled Cyborgs processor speed as he was interfaced to the Watchtower. It was quite a feat to keep life support up as well as monitor all one hundred forty six of the power ducts to the whole station. In a minutes time they had the whole system set for the next week, unless outside influences fluctuated the power. But that wouldn't happen unless there was some sort of attack on the satellite. Cyborg leaned back as his red and yellow companion relaxed at finishing his work, kicking his feet onto the large panel.

Cyborg was thankful that he had gotten the hint he wasn't really in the mood for their regular banter. Basking in the silence in the room, he mimicked his companions position, leaning back and closing his eyes to the light tones emanating from the computer. A slight disturbance to his side grabbed his attention to see Flash staring at him. "So you got anyone for you, Victor?" Cyborg blinked at his sudden question.

"What?" Was all he could say.

"Do you have a girl?" Flash rephrased casually.

Cyborg thought for a moment. He had only one he could think of. "Well, I guess I got Bee. She's still a Titan, though, so I guess things are kinda' awkward." Flash gained a slight smirk.

"What's so weird about that?"

"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a member of the League."

"Ya, and you're also a Titan. One of the originals."

"I WAS a Titan. We split a long time ago."

"Did Dick ever disband the team?"

This caught Cyborg off guard, causing the large guy to rub his head thoughtfully. Where was Flash going with this? "I guess not, technically."

"Well, then technically, you five are still a team. And you're still a family." Flash nudged Cyborg with his elbow, gaining a slight grin from the robotic hero.

"Thanks Barry. I needed that." Cyborg patted his friends back as he looked back to the console to monitor the flow of power to the different bays of the base. Things were quiet for a while as the duo adjusted flight paths and monitored the different systems of the station. Occasionally filled with exchanging witty banter, the room was all but silent as the purrs and beeps of the life support system filled it. After about an hour of witnessing this drowning room, Cyborg finally decided to leave things to Flash, saying he was going to hit the gym and to call him for help with anything. With a wave of his hand, the half-robot let the door slip shut behind him as he made his way to his room.

The halls were packed with heroes carrying boxes and papers from office to office, causing quite a commotion as the large man tried his best to make his way through. At first, he payed it little attention if any. But as Cyborg made his way further, and the crowding only got worse, he could only wonder what this was all about. And as he fell deeper into the noise everything seemed to get more and more frantic. Finally, reaching the end of his rope, he reached out and grabbed the nearest hero he recognized. The man was almost his height, although much more agile and slim than him. He was clad in blue and black with a white and black mask that just covered his eyes.

"What the heck Cy-" Nightwing began, angry at the metal hand holding him close to his friends face. He only managed to say so much before Cyborg started yelling.

"What the HELL has got everyone going CRAZY!" Cyborg demanded from his former leader. Nightwing motioned for the metal man to loose his grip on his collar, before beginning with an impatient sigh.

"I probably know just as much as you do about the treaty I guess." The dark hero answered as he perused the crowd for some sort of informant. Cyborg didn't let him go that easy.

"What treaty?" Cyborg asked, concern strong in his voice. Was there a war, or something? What country could possibly break a treaty so bad to cause the entire League to panic like this? "What the hell are you talking about Dick?"

Nightwing grew a curious look in his eye. "You mean you haven't heard? Starfire is prompting for a trade treaty between Earth and Tamaran. What I want to know is; why didn't I know first?" Cyborgs surprise seemed to burst at the seams of his head. This was news to him. He hadn't even known about communication between the two planets, except for when they would call their friend. But why wouldn't she mention it to them? Cyborg nodded to his teammate and joined him in his search.

A/N: It's been a while since I last uploaded anything. This is just a teaser chapter for my next story, will begin working much more on it soon. After Uploading this, I'll be back on my current story Problem Child. Thank you all for your support on my Tumblr. If you don't follow it already, it's on my bio. There you can recieve updates on when/where I will upload my next chapters I write.