Author's Note:

Only Comet belongs to me. She's my character. The rest belong to their original creators. I have to also mention these are relatively uncut so strange and cringy bloodthirsty things might still be in here, from over 3 years of writing. I'm just posting it since I have a fanfiction account and well...these are fanfictions. So aside from what previously was a 13 year old's writing...well...have fun!

Hi again. It's me Comet. Yes, it has been years since my last encounter with the Teen Titans. 11 years to be exact, considering I've been away at another planet. I know…I sort of lost track of time. I wonder how everyone is doing…I mean I remember Aqualad…we used to be…together. Probably the only reason why he stayed with me was to help me speak better English. Maybe I should consider paying a visit sometime. I floated down to the city streets again eyeing the people. The buildings had the same design, everything seemed normal. Except I didn't get cornered by mutant villains trying to beat me up or extraterrestrial super heroes wondering how, when, and why was I here. I soared over the town and into a snowy desolate piece of land noticing the chilly air.

"It must be winter now," I realized. Then I spotted a run-down abandoned looking warehouse and landed in front of it. It would be nice to make that as a home.

"I wonder if this belongs to anyone. It's so broken down," I murmured but then the door popped open. I leaped to the roof as fast as possible and looked over the side as I saw a man with a painted face sling over a coat while throwing a crowbar to the side of the building. He was cackling evilly and bolted up the door with a sort of heavy duty lock. Then the man jumped on a funny looking motorcycle before driving off. I did admit he looked suspicious. I know not to stick my nose in things but hey, have you ever seen a lone clown riding around in the middle of nowhere and owns a place that's down right creepy? Anyway, I hopped down and picked up the crowbar before realizing it was smeared red. I touched it with my hand and came to a conclusion that it was blood. And judging from the fact that it was still wet, I would say it was fresh. I stood there for a moment thinking about what was going on. Why does a clown have this? Out of all the little prankster toys he could have, why a crowbar? Just then, the door suddenly started rattling awfully hard. It startled me and I turned around. Should I break the lock to someone's warehouse? Isn't there a law that sort of says that is illegal? I was more worried about what can be inside though. I really wanted to open it.

Screw this!

If there's a monster down there I'd just beat it up! I mean, considering if it isn't as strong as I am which it is not because it would have bent the door in two by now. I looked at the lock and then smashed it off with the crowbar. The door swung open and something flopped down face forward at my feet. It was a badly beaten super hero. Huh, weird. This guy got his hands chained. Wait a moment, black and yellow cape, red costume...

"Robin?" I asked. This guy had an uncanny resemblance to the said super hero! The guy pushed himself off the ground but then collapsed. I felt stupid just standing there staring at the boy but then I glanced behind him in what appears to be a smudged trail of blood. Then I gazed up to where that annoying ticking sound seemed to be coming from. Oh stars! That's a bomb right over there! Never mind why he still looks so young (and cute) after 11 years, we both have to get out of here! I zoomed across the floor, scooped up the guy and busted through the ceiling. It was not a moment too late. The building exploded a second later as I swerved to the sky. I looked back watching the orange mushroom cloud emerge from the area. The next thing on my mind was the hero I found. So one thing, didn't he have some back up? (Like Batman or Teen Titans or something?) I glanced at Robin who looked pretty much like a used punching bag. Maybe saving the questions for later would be a better idea. So I flew onward looking for shelter.

...

In a cave close to Gotham City.

I burned the chains off the poor guy and swung my cloak over him. I just couldn't get him free of the shackles without hurting him more. You would probably understand better if I ask you how it would feel like if you had melted metal stuck around your wrists. I wasn't going to take that chance. The silence was really creepy but I didn't have the nerve to say anything. But never mind, I think he fell asleep already. I sighed and pulled my gloves off before poking at the fire I made with a stick. Drawing a hunk of meat out of my pouch, I resumed roasting it. The hail pounded against the rocks and the wind made me shiver. Quickly digging through the small bag around my waist, I pulled out a leathery piece of skin and pinned it up against the opening. It created a sort of door so that the snow storm outside wouldn't come in. I looked back at Robin after a while and did a double take when I saw those dazzling green eyes staring back at me.

"W-Who are you," he groaned. His voice was weak and even my ears almost couldn't pick up what he said. I didn't reply for a moment trying to get the red off my face. I really do hope Starfire isn't around to know that I'm starting to get a crush on Robin.

"Comet," I looked away, "You don't seem to remember me."

"I've never seen you before," Robin answered bluntly. More silence echoed through the cavern.

I got stung pretty bad but shook it off thinking maybe he got hit on the head too many times. I handed him the ham that was fresh out of the fire.

"Please, eat." I said. But Robin batted my hand away. It got knocked onto the floor and I stared in surprise. I tried not to take it so seriously. Think about it. If a mad clown locked you in a warehouse with some serious fire power ticking away and beat you with an iron stick for almost an hour, I'd probably be so broken down I wouldn't be able to talk. Anyway, Robin rested his head against his arms. I was a little concerned, because if any superhero sat in that kind of posture, it either meant a harsh case of being heartbroken, or well…pain that cannot be justified in words. At least, that's what I observed over the years of living on Earth anyway.

"Robin?" I gulped. He didn't respond. Robin's black hair that flopped down was all I could see. When he finally recovered, he stumbled to his feet clutching the wall. His other arm hung straight down and I stood up quickly, unsure of what to do. A river of blood trickled out the corner of his mouth. He collapsed face down after one step, not even strong enough to catch himself when he fell.

Thump.

I tried to help him up but he shrugged me off. Robin, I know you're in a bad mood but at least let me help! You are way too weak to even stand!

"M-My mother..." he choked out, "My mother was...in the building." I covered my mouth as I realized what happened.

Oh man.

Two bright lights shined against the skin and I pulled it away. I had to shield my eyes from the light but then realized it came from a black motorcycle. A caped man hopped off of it and walked toward me. It was Batman.

"Who are you," he said.

"Just an old friend," I murmured wryly and pouted, "Is it that hard for anyone to recognize me?" I then followed Batman's gaze and turned back to see Robin supporting himself on his elbows. The poor guy was switching between panting and coughing. He shuddered and dropped down again.

"He'll be okay right?" I asked, "An evil looking clown cannot do too much bad stuff can he?" Batman knelt down to check Robin.

"The Joker," he narrowed his eyes.

...

I flew over the town enjoying the twinkling lights down there beaming against the dark night. It was peaceful and quiet. Batman had taken Robin home and I was free to go. Free to go alone that is. I saw an explosion that rattled the city. Quickly turning around, I flew to the smoking area. Another super hero was busy battling this humongous creature. He got thrown back and smashed into a wall. The metallic hulking thing charged and at that moment, I vanished and reappeared in front of the hero digging a blast right through the creature. Instantly, the monster hurtled back 100 yards, leaving a trench in the ground. The impact toppled down some bridges.

"Hey Comet!" the guy waved while pulling himself out of the mess. I turned around quite surprised.

"Do I know you?" I asked skeptically. He pulled me away as the robot smashed down where I had just been.

"Well ya!" he replied cheerfully, "Remember Robin? From the Teen Titans?" We jumped back when the humanoid charged at us again, hurtling one powerful fist. The cargo thing behind us got smashed in half. I jumped up and placed one big dent in the middle of the monster's face. The hero tied it up with some cable from the torn down bridges and yanked him to the ground.

"You look...different," I stared at the guy. A little bit of disbelief and skepticism crept through my voice. He laughed and scratched his head.

"Well it's been a while since I've seen you around," he noted while glancing at himself, "I'm Nightwing now."

"Your very own super hero?" I inquired, "So which Robin was the one I tumbled into just an hour ago?"

"An hour ago?" Nightwing pondered as the robot started thrashing around. I smashed it's head to pieces with my foot. He jokingly answered, "Well, I suppose Batman got another sidekick. How did you run into him?"

"I watched the Joker beat him half to death with a crowbar," I answered.

Silence.

"Oh," he finally said, "Ouch. What is the new Robin like?"

"Well I know that he's twice as serious as you are," I shrugged, "But considering I managed to save him before the building blew up..."

"Uh huh," Nightwing smirked folding his arms. I rolled my eyes before continuing.

"He's a total jerk."

...

So maybe I had a crush on the new Robin. And maybe Nightwing realized that too. But please, I'm trying not to think about that incident so don't keep asking me questions!

"So how did you know he was a jerk?" Nightwing questioned even more intrigued. I rubbed my face with my hand.

"I just want to forget about it."

"Aw come on!" he whined playfully. You know, this Robin is so unusually positive that it feels almost supernatural! I sighed.

"First he goes and tries to leave. He can't even stay standing for more than a few seconds! Then he completely refuses my help. I offer him food that he doesn't want. Hmm…actually…maybe he's a vegetarian?" Nightwing chuckled.

"He's not a vegetarian, he's Jason Todd," Nightwing nodded, "Phew, that's some guy you found. I think I met him a couple times."

"I never thought the Joker would actually KILL someone that well…belonged to Batman," I sighed, "I thought he'd only be interested IN Batman."

"The Joker huh," Robin nodded as we hung around his lair, "I had problems with him too."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, he had a plan to turn me into him," he grimaced, "I think he did it to someone else instead."

"You guys get tangled up with him a lot don't you," I noted, "Anyway, I have to go. It's been wonderful seeing you again."

"No problem!" Nightwing jumped up, "You can drop by anytime you want! Just uh...make sure no one is following you."

"Thanks," I smiled and he escorted me to the front. We shook hands before he watched me take to the sky.