Ok, new Fic! I personally think that this is one of my better Fics. It's kind serious, and I'm warning you now, most of the Titans are really out of character (especially Garfield! [Beast boy])! Please R and R! No flames, please! If you don't like it or have suggestions, please don't be afraid to say something (nicely, though)! Well, enough of my talking, enjoy!!!!!

Richard Grayson lay on top of the building of Wayne Enterprises, staring up at the stars and sighing. It had been two years now that he had been working for his foster parent, Bruce Wayne, and he loved him dearly, but he couldn't do it anymore. His job was extremely dull, and he lived for action. Not to say the life that he was living at the moment wasn't great, he just didn't think he could handle it anymore. He had spent one too many nights in silence, no talking, no music, no nothing. He just sat in his room, alone and bored. Once in a while he'd write in his journal, but even that seemed to be getting old. So, when Bruce was out doing whatever it was he did at night, Richard would come up on the roof to keep his mind off of how bored he was. Little did he know that this particular night would change his life forever.

A shooting star caught his attention, and he smiled as it passed by him. Closing his eyes, Richard made a wish. 'I wish to be out of this hell hole...I want to have an adventure...' He thought as his lids slid open to reveal icy blue eyes. As he looked up again, he saw yet another star plummeting through the atmosphere. 'Huh, that's odd...there was no call for a meteor shower this evening.' He studied the falling star further, then almost choked on his own saliva when the star stopped suddenly. Richard shot up from his spot and stared in disbelief as the star seemed to glow green and explode, sending debris everywhere. "Holy—!" He began, but was cut off by the sight before his eyes. A woman, around 20, was rapidly falling, hurtling toward him at high speed. Thinking quickly, Richard climbed up the satellite dish on the side of the building and grabbed the woman before she landed. Jumping down and doing a back flip in the process, he set her down gently and examined her injuries. She was badly wounded with gashes all over and a rather large bruise right above her right eyebrow. He ran his fingers over it lightly and she winced in pain before sliding one eye open. Oh my God! Her eyes were completely green! Even the whites of her eyes held an emerald tint as she shook herself awake, standing abruptly and dusting herself off.

"I am terribly sorry, human." Her voice was high pitched and sweet, but the intensity of her outer appearance dissolved all ideas of innocence. Her long, glossy red hair stayed neatly up on top of her head in a ponytail with two strands hanging in her face. Her skin seemed to radiate an orange glow as she brushed off a spot of dirt on her exposed stomach. The purple spandex that covered her more private areas was tight and hugged her chest and hips nicely, and the boots she wore came up past her knees and wrapped around her thighs. Realizing he was staring, Richard snapped his attention back up to her eyes.

"Oh, um, that's—" Was all he could get out before he heard gunshots. Many gunshots. The mysterious woman that just fell from the sky jumped at him and wrapped her arms around him. "What're you doing?!" He shouted as he felt them moving quickly toward the edge of the building.

"Please, sir, I know this must seem odd, but follow me off the edge!" She shouted over the sound of the gunshots. And with that, she jumped, pulling him with her. He tried to yell, but he found himself stunned into silence. Just as he thought they were going to make contact with the ground, he felt a sharp tug and opened his eyes to see that he was nowhere near the pavement of the street below. In fact, he was moving away from the street. Looking up, he saw the red-haired girl above him, dragging him through the sky as if he were as light as a feather. Wait, through the sky? He whipped his head downward and found his feet dangling in the night air. HOLY SHIT! They were flying!

"Oh my God!" He shouted and brought his feet up to his stomach. The red-haired girl simply smiled and continued to carry him into the stars.

000

They touched down a few minutes later in a place Richard had never seen before. It was dirty and ratty and smelled like dead fish; he wasn't comfortable here. The woman next to him could sense this, and spoke to ease the tension. "So...I assume you would like to know my name, correct?"

He jumped at the sudden noise and turned to her, forgetting for a second that she was there. "Um, yeah, that would be helpful..."

She giggled and stood up straighter. "My name is Koriand'r, but you are permitted to call me Kori if you would like."

Richard nodded. "Ah, Kor—Korian—um, Kori. It's nice to meet you, Kori. I'm Richard Grayson, but you can just call me Richard."

Kori held out her hand for him to shake, and he met her halfway, grasping her soft hand lightly and shaking it gently. "It is quite wonderful to meet you too, Richard Grayson. Tell me, what in Florkmar'k's name were you doing on top of the 'building of Wayne'?"

"Florkmar'k?" She nodded and he figured he didn't want to know. "Um, well, I always go up there when I—wait! I'm the one who should be asking you questions! What in the hell happened just now? How can you fly? Who was shooting at us and why? And what's with your eyes?" He took a deep breath in and looked at her strangely. She simply laughed and turned around.

"Your questions shall be answered soon, Richard Grayson, but first...follow me." Kori stated and walked away. He followed her in a trance-like state; this woman, whoever she was, was beautiful, and she didn't seem like someone who would lie to him, so he ran after her down the dark alley. She seemed to be looking for something...or someone. "Oh, where could they be?" She mumbled as she lifted her hand in the air. To his surprise, it started glowing green.

"Holy hell!" Richard shouted and jumped back.

Kori put her other hand over his mouth and shushed him. "Please be quiet, Richard Grayson! We cannot get caught! I will explain everything later." She hissed as they made their way down the alleyway, Kori's hand still over Richard's mouth.

Thoughts buzzed through Richard's mind as they neared an intersection of the alley and a nearby street. What was going on? How did he get roped into this? All he did was lay on top of the building and...holy crap! The shooting star! Was this what was meant by an adventure? He had just wanted to backpack across Europe or something. Now he was following a strange woman with orange skin and green eyes down an unfamiliar alleyway with no clue as to what was going on, and he didn't like it one bit.

A sudden roar brought him out of his thoughts, and a bright flash of light exploded from the street ahead of him and Kori. Kori sped up and ran to the edge of the alley to peer around the corner of the building that blocked their view. Richard thought that this meant he should look too, and as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he saw something that made his mouth drop open.

There was a man standing in the middle of the street, opposite of dozens of cops with guns, and the man was green! His spiked hair was pulled back by a purple bandanna with a black paw print on it, and he wore a tight purple and black muscle shirt that outlined his muscular figure nicely. On his legs he had on loose jeans; his feet were bare. Richard, after giving the odd green man a once-over, looked back up at the man's face and found his eyes to be cat-like, his pupils mere slits and the irises taking on a yellow-ish tint. Before he could even so much as gasp in shock at the sight of such a thing, he was pulled forcibly into a small alcove in the middle of the alley. He figured it was Kori, and he turned to find that it wasn't a green-eyed red-haired woman sitting beside him, but a violet-eyed purple-haired woman. Richard yelped and jumped backwards into something else. Luckily, this time he was correct in assuming it was Kori.

"Richard Grayson, are you alright?" She asked as she helped him into a squatting position. He simply nodded as he turned his attention back to the green man. Only, he wasn't there! In his place stood a jaguar with green-tinted fur and a fierce look in its eyes. In one swift move, the jungle cat pounced at the officers hiding behind their cars, and the girl with purple hair screamed. Kori reached around Richard and put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Please, friend Rachel. We cannot let them hear us. Let friend Garfield handle it himself."

As the words escaped her mouth, gunshots were heard. Richard was beginning to hate that sound. He peered out onto the street to see if the green man...jaguar...whatever he was...got hit, but all he saw were police cars speeding away. After what seemed like forever, the green man lurked out of the shadows and Richard breathed a sigh of relief, though he wasn't sure why. But suddenly, the man collapsed to his knees, holding his side, and the purple-haired girl whimpered.

"Gar!" She shouted and ran from the alcove to aid the young green man.

Richard chuckled at the awkward name—he couldn't help it—and stood as well, exiting from their little hiding place and following Kori to where the strange man lay. "Gar? Is that seriously your name?" He snorted out, and the green man looked at him with angry eyes.

"Shut the hell up." He stated bitterly, and winced as the unknown woman with purple hair ran her fingers over the deep gash that ran from his hip to the top of his ribcage. "Dammit, Rae, would you be careful! That hurts!"

The woman who was tending to the green man took in a sharp breath. "Don't be such a baby, Gar. Let me heal you." She snapped and took another deep breath. A light blue static filled the night air as the woman chanted something under her breath. "Azerath Metrion Zinthos...there, all better. Feel free to thank me at any time, Garfield." She stood and dusted off her outfit, which consisted of blue jeans and a black, strapless tube-top, and began to walk away.

"Alright, wait a damn minute! What the hell is going on here?!" Richard shouted as the three strangers turned to leave. They all looked back at him, as if just now realizing that he was there, and stopped in their tracks.

Kori was the first to speak. "Oh, that is right. I have not yet introduced you! Richard Grayson, this is Rachel Roth," She pointed to the purple-haired girl, "...and Garfield Logan." She pointed to the green-skinned man.

Just then, something inside Richard's brain clicked. "Rachel Roth? Garfield Logan? I've heard about you guys! I read about you in the paper. The writers said that you've been causing serious trouble for the government because you're—"

"—freaks?" Rachel cut him off, looking even more pissed than Garfield did earlier when men were shooting at him.

"Um...no...actually, I was going to say because of your disagreement to cooperate with them. I wasn't going to say 'freaks'." He looked at her apologetically, but she just turned away.

Garfield was next to talk. "So you've heard about us, huh? What other bullshit has the media been saying about us? That we hunt little children at night? Rape innocent people for the fun of it? Murder for the thrill? What you read in the paper is a load of crap." He spat. It seemed that this man wasn't a very optimistic one. "If you knew our side of the story—"

"Garfield, that is enough." Kori snapped, then whispered quietly so as only Garfield could hear, "I do not think we should be the ones to tell him this. Wait until he speaks to Victor, please." Garfield simply nodded and turned away, a stance similar to Rachel's at the moment. Kori turned back to Richard. "Richard Grayson, there is much, I am sure, that you are confused about. If you'll allow us, we would like to show you what we are and explain to you what is going on around us. Unfortunately, this is an order, not an option. You are a part of this now, and I am afraid we cannot permit you to go back to your home."

Everyone's heads snapped up at this, and they all started talking at once.

"Kori, I don't think that's a good idea." Rachel muttered.

"Friend Rachel, I do not believe we have any other choice." Kori shot back.

"Yes we do! We could kill him...or at least erase his memory." Garfield growled.

"Don't even joke about that, Gar. It's not funny." hissed Rachel as she put her hands on her hips in irritation.

Garfield snorted. "I don't care if it was funny or not; I was being serious! I say to hell with having him talk to Victor; just erase his memory of ever meeting us and send him on his way!" He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Rachel.

"Um...who's Victor?" Richard asked quietly, but was ignored by the feuding couple.

"That's terrible, Gar! Why would you even suggest something like that?! I would much rather die than have my mind erased!" Rachel's voice was at a full on shout now.

Garfield matched her tone easily. "Why do you even care?! You don't like him either, so we shouldn't even have to waste our time with him! He doesn't understand us; no one does! So why should we be so quick to accept him?! We're freaks, Rachel; you said it yourself."

Rachel's eyes narrowed and her voice was back to a scary hiss. "Don't you dare try to turn this around on me, you stupid animal." Richard was surprised; this Rachel girl seemed like a shy girl who wouldn't say much for fear of being out of line, yet here she was, holding her own against a man who stood a head taller than her and could easily take her down. Then again, Richard had only known these people for five minutes, and using Kori as an example, he figured that she and her friends weren't always what they seemed.

Garfield growled at her words and narrowed his cat-eyes as well. "Damn blood-sucker." He snarled, barring fangs that Richard had failed to notice at first glance.

"Oh dear..." Kori mumbled quietly as the two in front of her played an intense staring contest round. They looked like they were ready to tear each other apart. "Alright, you two, break it up. We are not going to erase his memory and we are taking him with us and that is final." She stated firmly as she grabbed the two by the arms and practically dragged them down the street. "Come, Richard Grayson. There is one more person I would like you to meet."