A/N: To anyone who has read this in the past or is reading it for the first time now… I've had this story finished for a while now, I'm just editing the first 15 or so chapters because I re-read them a few weeks ago and couldn't stop cringing… Sorry for whoever I've put through that pain! Haha… Hopefully it's much better now, though.

You may notice many 'titan' references throughout this story. That is because I'm basing this off of Kid Flash and Jinx from the show Teen Titans if anyone has ever seen it. I loved that couple, but there was only one episode about them really.

THIS IS A RE-WRITE FROM A PREVIOUS STORY UPLOADED HERE TWO YEARS AGO... Re-uploading everything now.

Knowing that the Titans are out in a different town because of some lame ass reason or another means that my team and I are able to cause havoc. No Titans means no heroes to get in the way of our plans. This week is going to be… interesting to say the least.

Fabray, Puckerman, Karofsky, Motta and I have defeated the titans a number of times. Nothing comes from it apart from pride, so whenever we commit a crime, we run. I've run away my whole life. Having the power of bad luck tends to make people avoid you. People take one look at me and they either freeze on the spot from fear or they run away screaming for help.

I try not to take it personally, but my power has never really allowed me to be close to anyone. Even my family disowned me. Of course having this power was unfortunate enough, but being gay just crossed the line. I'm not even sure what kind of powers I have. No super that I've ever met has ever had what I have. I don't even know why my powers are pink. All I know is that I can make bad things happen to people if I want.

Bad things happen for a reason though. So I found what I call my 'friends' now and we make a team. A really badass team if I don't say so myself. I know that mostly they are afraid of me, but at the end of the day I don't really care. Each of us contributes something great to our team.

'Quinn Fabray' the master of plans uses her critical thinking skills to help us with our missions. Being able to see into her future is always helpful too. However, her powers are pretty limited. She's tough as hell, but seeing into the future is painful. If we're going to rob a bank, she'll be able to tell if one of us will die. But she wouldn't be able to tell if we were going to succeed in getting away with the robbery. Succession is a risk I'm willing to take.

'Noah Puckerman' is the strength of our team. Cliché yes, but he has the strength of a thousand men. Many people are terrified of him. His height and breadth is most definitely something to fear. I just wish he'd get rid of that stupid haircut. His Mohawk looks more like a fucking dead skunk on his head, if anything. However stupid he may be, he's pretty damn loyal and I can't hate on him for that.

'Sugar Motta' now, she may be the 'weakest' of the team in terms of emotions, but god be damned if you come across her when she's in a bad mood. Looking at her you'd just think she's the average spoilt teenage brat. Her family is filthy rich. They actually provide our accommodation and weapons. She is very important to the team. Don't ever piss her off. I remember one time we all got drunk and Puck accidently spilt red wine on her new Italian boots. She screamed the house down and then he was flown across the room with her mind. Yes, Sugar Motta the weakest of our bunch has the power of telekinesis. The difficult think about her power is that she struggles to control it. Get her mad though, (my specialty) and she's good to go for the rest of the day.

Last but definitely not least is my best friend, 'David Karofsky'. He's misunderstood just like me. Well, just like all of us really. His power is pretty cool. He has the power to control the weather. My favorite is when he uses lightening. He may just be the most powerful of the group, tied with me of course. We work well together because I guess we understand each other more than the rest of the group. He's gay too, but I'm the only one who knows it. I guess he sees it as a weakness and I guess it can be when you're embarrassed about who you are. If anyone knew and used it against him… I don't even want to think about it.

So here we are sat around our giant glass table in the living room. We are planning what to do for the week without the titans around. I'm trying to use my team as a distraction. What I really want is to go to Central Lima Museum. Like hell I'd tell them why though.

"We should split up. The more trouble we cause the harder to control. The FBI have no wrath on us." I grin at my team. They smile back. Puck slams his fists on the table in excitement from being praised and it lifts about 4 feet in the air.

"God damn it Puckerman! That will be the 10th table we've gone through this year. My parents won't be happy when they find out they have to buy another!" Sugar says angrily.

"Don't worry, Motta. He can steal one. We aren't wasting any more money on foolish behaviour." Fabray turns her nose up at Puck. He looks a little pissed but he crosses his arms and shrugs it off.

We never really use first names. We think using first names is a sign of weakness. It makes people think that we actually care about each other. In some ways, we do, but caring about people can only lead to them being hurt. Now they can either be hurt by you – personally, we aren't the nicest of people… Or they can be held captive by some asshole for whatever reason. When you have an enemy they will stop at nothing. They go for your weakness, which is almost always a loved one or friend. Our team needs everyone in it and if it appears that we aren't as close as people think, we hopefully won't be split up.

Using last names also sounds really badass, so that's always a plus.

"Right, let's go team." I say. "Puckerman you head north. That's where all the department stores are." I stare at him for a second as he thinks about his task.

"But Lopez, that's so unfai-". Puck begins to speak but I interrupt him.

How dare he talk back!?

"Enough!" I shout. "You'll do as I say, otherwise there shall be consequences." My hand lights up with a pinkish tint and he gets the picture.

"Alright, alright. I'm going." Puckerman says with a huff before running out the door.

"Lopez, I'm going to head over to the FBI headquarters and mess with surveillance equipment." Fabray says with an arrogant smile.

That's a really good idea. I'm not surprised that Fabray thought of it. She's easily the smartest person in the group. Apart from me, obviously.

"Well done Fabray, see ya later." I pat her on the back ask I make my way round to Karofsky. I hear the door close as Fabray leaves. I use my softer voice because I trust Motta and Karofsky more than the other two.

"What are you planning to do, David?" He looks a little surprised that I called him by his first name.

"Uh, I think I'm gonna head to the mall. Maybe I'll steal us some new technology." Sounds like a good idea too. I give him a thumbs up of approval and he also makes his way out the door.

"Lastly, what are you planning on doing today, Sugar?" I raise my eyebrows at her and she looks up from her phone. She jumps a little because she didn't expect me to be stood so close to her.

"Gee, Lopez. I uh, don't know?" Sugar

If there's one thing I know about Sugar, it's that she's a weird chick. She never really stands too close to me and always stares… I think she has a crush on me or something. We met once when she was trying to rob a bank and was failing miserably. I helped her out and we became what I would call friends soon after.

"Just do what you do best." I smile.

I love messing with her. I can guarantee that I will get a reaction every time.

"Okay, you got it ma- uh, captain!" Sugar says as she moves her hand of her head in a salute like gesture. It makes me smile. She's cute but she's not my type at all. She's like a baby sister. She's probably the most family like member of our team for me.

Unfortunately Sugar doesn't look where she's going and walks into the door handle. I can hear the click as the handle hits her hip. I wince because I know the feeling.

"God damn it, son of a-"

"You okay there, Sugar?" I ask with a laugh. She wobbles her way towards the front door.

"I'm okay!" She shouts and I laugh again. I don't think she realized that she made several lampshades and vases float in the air. I put them back where they belong and shake my head. Clumsy ass girl.

I turn around and look at our apartment. I already know where I'm going; I just need to think about how I'm getting there. Do I take my black Ferrari or do I take my baby? My baby is a black Ducati motorbike. It's so damn fierce but I always attract attention when I'm on it. That's the last thing I want right now, but still, it's my fastest method of transport.

I grab my helmet from the shelf at the door and make my way to the museum. I pass several shops on the way and I can see that my team has already caused havoc among the town. There are several new reports on the radio covering the fact that the city is having a meltdown.

What a shame.

5 minutes later and I'm at the museum. I park my baby and throw my helmet on the ground. I fix my hair before walking up to the security door. Waves of pink emit from the keyhole as I wave my hand and it clicks open.

Easy.

As soon as I walk in, I can see exactly what I want. I think it's a little stupid to have something that is so desired by everyone in such limelight. The 'artefact of good luck' is right at the other end of the huge open room and a pathetic sheet of glass secures it. Again, I use my power to get my desired item. I wave my hand over the glass and it shatters. As I reach in to grab the gem and suddenly the alarm goes off.

This is the last thing I expected.

I thought I disfigured the alarm as I came in the door. My power does this naturally… Maybe the staff of the museum have thought ahead? Idiots. My luck turns even worse when I'm thrown halfway across the museum. I land with on my back and feel the wind leave my throat.

I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

I feel my gem taken from my hand and I look up to see where it's gone. All I can see is this flash of yellow and blue and my artefact has been returned to its 'rightful' place. I must be dreaming; none of the titans have super speed? Who is this guy? Who does he think he is?

All of a sudden I hear a soft voice and it's the exact opposite of what I expected.

"I hope you're okay. I didn't mean to hurt you so badly."

I look up at the source of the voice and I see the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen in my life. I feel a connection as soon as our eyes meet and honestly, it's terrifying. An eye mask covers her face, but that doesn't take anything away from the fact that her eyes are perfect. Her lips too. And the small freckles on her nose. Just everything…

She reaches her hand out to help me up. I think about it for a second and then I take it.

"Who are you? Are you a crappy replacement for the titans?" I say with a hint of venom in my voice. The girl doesn't look phased by my tone, if anything she looks happy.

"I'm Brittany, member of the Titans West." Brittany says.

Great, so there's more Titans? Whoop de fucking doo.

"I'm here on last minute duty call because the Titans north thought you guys would be up to something." Brittany smiles.

What does she mean by 'you guys'? I must look confused because she continues with what she was saying.

"I've already handed your friends into the police." Brittany explains.

My fists ball up and make them glow with pink energy.

"You did what, girly?" I tilt my head to the side.

Boy am I pissed. I look to see this girl's reaction and again, all she does is smile. If anything she's smiling more than last time. What the actual fuck?

"I saved you for last. I think you're different to the others, Santana." Brittany says seriously.

I throw energy at her, but it misses and knocks a giant hole through the museum wall. I can hear curious people wondering what's going on outside now.

"How dare you use my first name!? How do you even know who I am, creep?" My breathing pattern has changed and I can't control it. I hate being angry like this. It makes me feel weak.

"Calm down, 'Lopez'. I checked your file at the titans HQ. It's all cool." She moves her wavy blonde hair from her face. "I came for you last because like I said, I think you're different to the others."

I shake my head. She's wrong I'm just like the others.

"What do you mean, homo explosion?" I ask.

She really does look like the god of gayness threw up on her. Her outfit is mainly made up of a yellow spandex that matches well with her hair and there is a blue line that goes up the sides of her legs and all the way up to her neck. It matches her eyes. I can't like though, I'd have thought her outfit was hot if she wasn't so up in my grill.

"I don't think you want to be bad. Just because you have the power of bad luck doesn't mean you have to be a villain. We could do with someone like you." Brittany smiles again.

I roll my eyes.

"Did you just hear yourself, Blondie? I'm bad luck. What good could possibly come from that?" I ask.

Brittany walks closer to me and holds one of my hands. Who the hell does that to a stranger? And now only am I a stranger, but I'm a badass villain too… I don't think she realizes what I could do to her now. Maybe Blondie isn't too smart.

"All I know is that you can be whatever you want to be, Santana. No matter what power you have." Brittany gives me a sad smile and for a second I think about smiling back, but she speaks before I can say anything. Why does she make me think about things? I'm good at blocking people out.

"If you ever need a place to stay, I'm here. If it's your friends who you need to get rid of-"

I blast her across the museum.

This chick can talk crap about me but not about my team. She lands on her back and winces. I walk over and kneel on the ground next to her. I can tell she's trying as hard as she can to act like I haven't hurt her. I hold her chin in my hand to make her look at me. Her face is only a few inches from mine. I want to make sure she looks into my eyes when I say this.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm happy where I am." I say before throwing her back towards the ground like before.

I run outside to my Ducati and I see a rose in a small vase resting on the seat. There's a note on the front that reads 'I meant what I said. You're better than this, Santana'.

Again for the second time today, despite all that's happened, I smile.

I pick up the rose and smell it. I've always had a thing for roses. They are my favourite type of flower tied with lilies. As much as this Brittany girl annoyed me, I can't deny that she made me feel a little special. No one has made me feel like this in years.

Still, she's crazy if she thinks I'll ever join her. I light my hands up with pink and the rose crumbles in my hands. I throw it onto the ground as I hop onto my bike and take one last look at the museum before heading back home, defeated.

It's just another day in the life of a villain.

A/N: Let me know if this is any better, please!