Titans' Tower. It was so busy with bustling life.
Somewhere in ops, a cybernetic teen and a green vegetarian were dueling it out over something ridiculous such as a meat vs. tofu war. The smell of fake meat filled the air, and gray and red substances dripped from the ceiling and coated the furniture.
Deeper in the tower sat a half-demon in lotus position, her eyes shut and her breathing even. She murmured ancient spells and rhymes and focused her negative energy elsewhere. She was in a state where none could disturb her, or they would regret it if they tried.
Up on the Tower's roof perched an alien girl with vibrant flowing red hair and eyes that shined like emeralds. She seemed entirely at peace watching the swirling oranges, reds, and yellows of the sunset, her back to any dangers that lurked within the city.
Finally, there was the Dark Knight's young ward, locked away in his room again, studying and undoubtedly going over another case. The boy's hunched shoulders and hard expression mimicked his stepfather's to the point where it almost became concerning. Nevertheless he stayed where he was, muttering to himself, and ignoring the outside world.
And then there was the one that watched in the distance, balanced on the edge of one of the taller building's rooftops. He didn't do anything more than merely observe, for sneaking around was what he did best. The figure watched from where he sat, watched, with a frown on his face.
There had been something troubling him for quite some time, something that kept occurring ever since he had stolen the suit and had taken it for a joy ride. Of course, the risks were worth it for what he did. And that was to steal. He was a thief, nothing more, and he liked it that way.
Still though he could never get rid of that itching feeling. The feeling that something wasn't quite right. Sure he got what he needed this way, much better than he had before he had the suit. But something was tiring about the life he led. He supposed it got rather boring. The only real excitement he ever had was when he stole, or when he had a run in with Jump City's heroes. Maybe he was getting tired of what he did…Nah.
But if that wasn't it what could it be? Could it be that he was…lonely? His family had never really been any sort of comfort, what with his mother being a drug addict, and his dad a loner, for he was never around much. It didn't matter in the end. They were both dead anyway.
He moved across the country, to a place almost half as bad as the one he had left behind. It was a lot brighter here, and the crimes a lot simpler and G-rated, something he wasn't too good at following.
Well, he was here, and he was alive, and he was doing pretty damn well for himself. Might as well have some fun.