I do not own the Teen Titans. They are owned by their respective owners. I do, however, own the character, Penelope Pembrooke.

Teen Titans: Untouchable

"Hey, Robin!" Cyborg, a half-robot teenager, yelled to his leader, who was sitting in the Titan's Tower living room at a monitor that watched for criminal activity. The dark-haired, masked young man turned his head around to the machine man.

"Yeah, Cy?" he asked.

"Guess who I found!" Cyborg was practically jumping up and down. Not the best thing for the Tower.

"I give up."

"Okay, so I was at the video store, and this girl asked me if I was a Titan, and I said yeah, and she asked me if I could take her here, so, I think she wants to be a Titan!"

Robin gave him a blank look. "Okay...where is she, now?"

Cyborg grinned. "BB, bring her in!"

The sliding door to the living room opened, and Beast Boy, a small green teenager dressed in purple and black, ran in. He was dragging with him a petite, green-eyed, brunette girl, who was wearing a blue belly shirt with fishnet sleeves, with a red and yellow cobra stamped across it, a black miniskirt with sequins around the hem, and black leggings. A black glove was on her right hand, her ears were pierced with purple earrings, a blue bandana was tied in a ribbon for her ponytail that went to her waist, and red flip-flops were on her feet.

"Here she is, the one, the only, Penelope!" Beast Boy introduced her giddily.

Robin walked up to Penelope, holding out his left hand. "Hi."

Penelope grasped it with her own gloved right hand. "Hello," she said cheerily.

"That's …weird," thought Robin.

"So?" asked Beast Boy. "Isn't it awesome? A new teammate! Just what we needed!"

Penelope looked nervous, Robin noticed, but maybe she was just embarrassed at Beast Boy's praise.

"Aw," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm not that great. Not like you guys."

"Well, let's just see how you do on the obstacle course," Cyborg said matter-of-factly.

"Hang on a minute, lemme get Raven and Star," Beast Boy said, running out the sliding door.

"No, really," Penelope protested, waving her ungloved hand. "I'm not really good."

"Nothing a little practice can't fix," Robin said, smiling kindly.

Beast Boy came back in, dragging Raven, a gray-skinned, robed girl with a dirty look on her face, and Starfire, a magenta-haired, orange-skinned girl wearing a purple miniskirt and purple shirt.

"This had better be good, Beast Boy…" Raven grumbled, shaking Beast Boy's hand off her wrist. "I was reading something important."

Starfire gasped at the sight of Penelope. "Hello!" She gushed, flying over to see her. "What is your name, where is your home, how did you get here, what is your favourite colour, and do you wish to be my friend?"

Penelope staggered at her questions.

"Um, Star?" Robin said tentatively. "Maybe we should let Penelope introduce herself."
Penelope smiled at Robin, grateful. "It's okay. My name is Penelope Pembrooke. I'm sixteen, I took a couple of buses to get here, my favourite colour is silver, and, I'm from Gotham City," Penelope smiled again.

Everyone's eyebrow's shot up to their hairline, or, in Cyborg's case, to his half-metal skull.

"G-Gotham?" Robin coughed.

"Yeah," Penelope nodded.

"Oh. Well, why did you come, and, do you wanted to be a Titan?"

"Sure, yeah, I want to join!" she agreed. "And, I wanted to see you all, too, because, I knew you were here."

"Well, the best way to see us…" Cyborg began.

"Is to see us in action!" Beast Boy finished.

"To the course of the obstacles!" Starfire shouted, taking Penelope's wrist, and flying out the door, Cyborg and Beast Boy in pursuit. Robin and Raven lagged behind. Raven paused a minute before going through the door.

"Anything the matter?" She asked, sensing something was troubling Robin.

Robin shrugged. "I can't tell. It's weird she came all the way from Gotham just to see us. She could've easily seen Batman, too."

"Batman's a hard guy to find; we're not," Raven replied. "That's it?" she asked, sensing more.

"She shook my hand with her right hand."

Raven lifted one eyebrow, unimpressed by Robin's suspicions. "So, she uses her own right hand. Most people do use their right hands."

"I held out my left hand for a handshake, and, instead of shaking it with her left hand, like normal, she shook it with her right hand; the gloved one."

Raven lifted one eyebrow again, now seeing something in his suspicions, and nodded, before going through the door. Robin looked at his left hand again, and followed.