Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fanfiction, and I am not making any money off of this.
A/N: I told you this pairing is my mission for 2015.
BELLADONNA
It was good while it lasted. Jericho sighed, looking at the remains of his mountaintop home. He stepped between the fragments of wall and furniture. Hopefully his guitar was somewhere underneath the rumble.
"Dude!"
The tow-haired teen stopped his search, turning to see a green teenager approach him.
"Are you okay? What happened?"
Some robot army leveled my house. I'm fine. Jericho nodded, giving the teen a small shrug. Would be better if I could find my guitar. He sighed looking back toward what used to be his home. Jericho took a few steps, back to the rubble. The mute turned facing the other teen. What?
"Uh dude? I'm talking to you."
Right. Jericho nodded. After so many years of isolation and silence, he forgot that others were accustomed to talking. "Sorry." He signed.
The green teen tilted his head, hand lifting to scratch his temple. "Why are you rubbing your chest?"
Of course he didn't know sign language.
"Jericho, I need to know what happened." Beast Boy repeated again, speaking slowly and taking steps toward him. "My name is Beast Boy. I am a member of the Teen Titans. We're good guys, and we think you are in danger. We need to know who did this."
Jericho pointed to his mouth, opening it and shaking his head. I'm mute!
"You can trust me."
I do! I just can't talk. Jericho sighed soundlessly. There was no point in signing when the teen clearly couldn't understand sign language. If only he could find a piece of paper.
"Yo! Green bean! Everything okay?"
Great more people. Jericho huffed. He turned to see a large metal man with brown skin, an orange alien girl floating off the ground, a masked teen with a bright uniform, and a girl hidden by a blue cloak.
As if my day weren't strange enough. Jericho groaned.
"Yea. I mean, I guess. I don't know." Beast Boy confessed. "I found Jericho, but he won't tell me what happened. He just keeps staring at me." His thumb pointing to the blonde behind him.
The tow haired teen closed his eyes taking a deep breath in. Because I am mute.
"Greetings!"
Lime eyes opened to see a bright emerald floating in front of him.
"My name is Starfire. I am princess of Tamaran and a Teen Titan. We are here to assist you, friend Jericho."
Jericho looked at the orange skinned alien in front of him and to the other four behind him.
"Have we offended him?" The orange alien wondered, her head tilting.
"Pretty sure Beast Boy did." The metal man muttered.
"Dude!" The green one shrieked.
Masked eyes narrowed at the changeling. "What exactly did you say to him?"
"All I did was ask him if he was alright and what happened."
"I wouldn't talk to you either." The metal man snickered.
Jericho dragged his hands over his face. All he wanted to do was be left alone so he could find is guitar and mourn the loss of his mountain-top home in peace.
"He's mute."
Jericho's head popped up at the fifth voice.
"What?" The green one asked.
"He's mute." She repeated, violet eyes piercing with lime.
"So," The green one drawled. "He can't hear us?"
"No." The masked one spoke shaking his head. "He can hear us. He just can't speak."
Finally! Jericho noted relieved, his fingers signing once again.
The masked one cringed sheepishly. How did he miss this important detail? "Does anyone know sign language?"
The orange alien, Starfire, blinked a few times. "What is the language of sign?"
The metal man seemed to be punching keyboard located on his wrist.
He knew the green one didn't already. "Wait. Why can't he speak?"
All eyes went to the green teen.
"What?"
The girl in the hood narrowed her eyes to the green boy. "That's probably like someone asking why you're green."
The green one's lips went tight, before gazing down at his shoes.
The girl in the blue cloak walked over to the tow-haired teen. Her fingers rose close to his temple. "May I?"
Lime eyes widened, what was this girl going to do to him?
"I won't see or hear anything you don't want me to. This will let me hear you." She promised.
Jericho gave a hesitant nod.
Gently touching his temple, her eyes fluttered as they filled with white energy.
Jericho could feel a gentle push against his mind and a warm light spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
Gray fingers fell from his face, grazing a curl as they returned to her side. "Say something."
Lime eyes wrinkled, confused.
"Up here." She elaborated, tapping her temple.
You can hear me? The blonde thought, staring at violet eyes.
"Yes I can, Jericho." A faint smile illuminated from the shadow of her hood. "I'm Raven."
To be continued...