Hello guys. I do not own Teen Titans. Here's the sequel everyone asked for to fit a head in. The slot in the beginning is as big as a head. I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy this story; I'm still trying to get past the bad review from another story. Then I am having this event with my friend when I have a deadline for a story that we are writing for each other. This story might not be updated quickly, but I will try my best.

Prologue

The white walls were spinning. Spinning over and over again until I was sick to my stomach. I could see the padding in the walls. They looked puffy, like a marshmallow, I wanted to reach out and eat the walls because of the hunger consuming me. The pain engulfed me, sending me into frenzy. I had to knock down that pitcher of water that was on the table next to my bed.

I hadn't seen the sun in forever. There was no window to let the light shine through. I couldn't even get out of the room because instead of a door it was a slot where they pushed tiny meals to me. I hated being in here. My sanity was slowly slipping away.

"Subject 9200 its lunch time." The guards face came in through the slot. He wasn't expecting me to be in front of the door quickly. I grabbed him through the slot and started to scratch out his eyes. I could feel the blood on my fingers. It felt good, really good. I enjoyed the way it felt its slimy wetness of the blood coming down my fingers. I could hear the ding of every drop that spilled on the floor. It spurned me to continue on. I could feel the smile appear on my face as I felt the guard struggle. I could her myself yelling my battle cry, and laughter when I felt the guard shudder.

"Let me out. I know you have the key and you know where the door is." I yelled at the guard who was standing behind the one bleeding from his eyes. I heard the jumble of his key chain and the unlocking of the door. When it opened wide I tackled both guards, took his ring of keys, and started to run. I decided to play nurse bowling. I picked one of the food carts and heaved it toward the nurses who were blocking my exit. I went to the nurse's station and hit the red button.

"Hello patients!" I yelled into the speaker. "You can call me your hero or anything you would like." I said to the group of patients surrounding me. "Good news to all of you. I just cleared it with the doctors and we've all agreed. It's your last day here. Starting immediately you are to run through that exit and make your escape. "I pushed my way through them. I was in front of the exit and I started to look for the key that opened the door. When I finally did I looked back at my subjects. "Now when I say run, you all will go in an opposite direction. I would say none of you would be caught, but that would be a lie. I will be honest with you; the weaker ones will be caught. All you have to do is be better then the weakest and you will get out." I pushed open the doors. "Run!" I lifted my hand into the air.

I could feel the wind rushing past me as they all fled the hospital. I started laughing immediately. We were free, free from the man. The man that held me captive for those four long years that made me loose my control. They would pay, they would all pay.

"Tell me exactly who escaped." The ward yelled at everyone. He was pacing around a hospital room where a guard was fighting for his life. Someone came rushing in and handed a piece of paper. He sighed in relieve. "They have captured all except one. Subject 9200 is missing. I need the files on this person and figure out who exactly this person is." We all rushed to get the task done. After a few hours of searching I found the information. I ran back to the room and saw the ward sitting by the guard. He would be blind forever. His wife would be worried about his safety. She might not even know that he was in the hospital. Did anyone bother to call her?

"Sir, I found the information on subject 9200. I handed him the file, but all he did was look at the name. He handed it back to me and told me to read the information and to report back to him in her cell. Which of course I told him where it was. I followed him back to the insanity ward and went to her isolation room, but what we saw stopped us in our tracks.

The walls that used to be white had scratches on them, forming them into pictures. The room looked terrible, everything was broken, and I slipped in a pile of blood. "Guess we found the room where the guard was attacked." The ward laughed. I went to her bed and pulled out dome papers with a little boy on it. I sit down and recount all the information I had on her.

Subject 9200 was first put into rehab by her child's father for being a drunk. However, she started to go insane in there and they shipped her here. She would have outbursts, saying that she would kill the man that took her son away. It became her obsession. Sir, they have letters and dates from the time she was here to today. Do you want to hear?" He shook his head no. "Ok sir. After that she became violent and would do anything to get out of here. She has put a total of eight guards in the hospital from scratching out the eyes. There's the pattern but why would she scratch out the eyes?" The ward walked over to the door and locked me in. He slipped open the slot and fit his head through.

"That's why, son. It was the only thing she could get ahold of." He sighed and pulled out. He opened the door. "We have a lunatic on the run, cadet, and I know exactly where she is going. " He said pointing to that little boy.

"Daddy!" A boy with black hair jumped up to his father. "I found an egg!" He lifted it up to show his dad. His dad had a wide grin on his face and he leaned down to pick up his son. A woman came up behind them, two boys clinging to her arms, around the age of four. Both had bright red hair like his biological father, Kid Flash. The only way to tell the difference is that James has blue eyes, where Jesse had his mothers pink slit eyes. "Jinx!" The boy named Jay yelled. "I found an egg!" She picked it up and showed it to her boys. Jay was around the age of 12 and adored his little cousins. He would take them everywhere with him, he loved them. They had adventures everyday when they would come back home with 'treasure'.

"Jay can you take James and Jesse please? I need to talk with your dad." The boy nodded and took the boys hands.

"Jinx, what so important?" Richard Grayson asked as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist. Jinx just smiled and leaned up for a kiss. After they were done she smiled. "To get some alone time." And leaned up for another kiss. They had been a couple for the past two years. The first one was when Richard had put the love of his life and the mother of his child into rehab. She had been in there for a year when she got transferred to the insanity ward. Jinx could remember that day like it had been yesterday…

"Nightwing! The mail is here!" I remembered screaming up the stairs. I saw the seal of the rehab station and knew automatically that it was for Nightwing. It had to be news about Starfire. Nightwing had been moping about for year. Missing his Star, and how he wished she was here to raise her son. It was getting quite annoying. I bet that I am the same way when it comes to Wally. He ran down the stairs and hand him the letter.

"Sorry to inform you Mr. Grayson, but Starfire has gotten worse. She has been marked as an insanity patient and has been sent away to an insane asylum. We are sorry that we could not help." He read it out loud. I was gaping at what he said. Starfire was insane now? Where had my loving friend go? The one that cared about her son so much she risked her heart to come look for his father. I went up to Nightwing and fixed his tie.

"Nightwing you need to go to work" I said as I handed him his jacket. "I am sorry about Starfire."

"What happened to the woman I loved?" He fell down to the ground. I went to him and rubbed his head. I called his work and told them that he had received bad news and that he wouldn't be in for awhile. After a couple of hours I heard a loud snore echo through the house. I looked down and realized that he was asleep.

You can guess that was the beginning of that interesting relationship, but it took them another year to get together. They were a happy couple, not expecting that police car pulling up to their house. Nor did they expect the news they got about a patient called 9200