Hi there! This is my first story and I'm not even sure if I posted this right, but hope you enjoy and review!
I don't own the Teen Titians, I wish I do, and that new character you find out about (spoiler alert!) is entirely made by me.
Thanks!
Chapter 1
Robin ran through the hallways of the abandoned building, looking for Control Freak. The villain had threatened to destroy an important supply of Xenothium that had powered his old Red X suit, until someone stole it and took it as an identity. He glanced at his team mates, who were trailing behind him and felt guilt build up in his chest.
Suddenly, Robin saw something moving in one of the halls and skidded to a halt. He began running towards it, afraid that he would lose its trail.
"Come on!" he ordered. "This way!"
The team obeyed with looks of determination on their faces.
With his friends by his side and the confidence of defeating Control Freak, Robin felt much better. The anniversary of his parents' death had been overwhelming last week. Along with Starfire's comfort and beating Cyborg in his favorite game, the team had uplifted him much better than Batman had.
He felt guilt take him again at the negative thoughts of Batman.
"Robin," he heard Raven call, "we got him."
Robin snapped out of his thoughts and saw the dark shadow about fifteen feet in front of them. He gave Raven a look of gratitude. He would've ran right into Control Freak if she hadn't notified him.
Suddenly, Robin didn't feel safe. He glared at the figure carefully, trying to outline Control Freak's plump body, but couldn't focus his eyes. A funny smell tingled his nose, and he felt a lot heavier than before.
"Guys!" he yelled. "There's a gas leak! Get out of here!"
The figure leapt against the wall and jumped to the ceiling of the building, grabbing one of the iron bars and safely landing high above them. It threw gas bombs, similar to his own, then explosive bombs to confuse them.
Starfire attempted to shoot the person with starbolts, and Raven tried to throw some of the empty crates with her telekinesis, but fog quickly closed over their heads.
Coughing, Robin wondered how the figure could have left the room so quickly; there was only one exit that was surrounded by his team mates. Then, he saw it leaping from iron bar to iron bar.
"Starfire!" Robin cried. "Beast Boy, Raven, Cyborg! Get as high up as possible!"
He heard Starfire and Raven agree and float to the ceiling and Cyborg screaming in protest as Beast Boy carried him upside down to where the girls were.
Good, he thought, running closer to the wall and pulling out his grappling hook, they're safe.
Robin's lungs begged for clean air as he aim, and fired. He felt the rope tighten, dragging his half-dead body, then suddenly rip. He fell to the ground, trying desperately to hold on to his consciousness. Somebody quickly nab him out of the air, then dive roll onto the ground.
He tried to move. He tried to tell his friends he would be okay and that they should evacuate. But he didn't. He couldn't. His body was completely numb and his throat had swelled up, choking himself.
When Robin woke up, he was in a different room.
He knew he was in the same building, but a different room.
"Good, you're awake," a feminine voice said.
He looked around, seeing that he seated in a chair, not tied or restrained, strangely, and locked in a cement room. He whipped his head around, furiously looking for the person who had captured him.
The voice laughed, a genuinely happy, tinkling sound. Like a small bell.
"Sorry," she said, "you just look ridiculous with that hairstyle."
His hair? Robin had never thought of it as ridiculous, maybe jagged or intimidating, but never silly or ridiculous.
Why was she talking about his hair anyway?
"Who are you," he demanded. "What do you want."
"Whoa there," she said, sounding very laidback and relaxed. "I'll tell you everything, but first let me ask you a question."
Suddenly, a girl was hanging from the ceiling, upside down like a bat. She was wearing a domino mask, similar to his except for the tips that curved like a bull's horns, and a black bodysuit with a flimsy belt. Her glossy, metallic, black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail.
"What are you doing," she said slowly and dangerously, "in my place?"
Several things raced through Robin's head. The first thing was how beautiful this girl was. She didn't have that million-dollar smile like Starfire, or that comforting aura like Raven, but her cold smirk and calm posture was regal and deadly at the same time.
"Your house?" he replied, his mouth still hanging slightly open. "We came here because Control Freak ran in here with some dangerous stuff."
The girl scowled.
"Yeah," she said. "Xenothuim. Hate that stuff."
Robin nodded, then realized she had just named a very classified chemical.
"Okay," she said, lifting her head and looking down on him. "I guess I believe you. What do you want to know."
Robin stood up slowly, not wanting to surprise the girl. He stretched a little, trying to act natural with her poisonous stare on him.
"That's it?" he asked. "That's all you need?"
She sighed dramatically.
"I'm not gonna raise you," she said. "I don't need to know everything about you. I'm just going to keep you away from your friends for a bit, just wanna be sure."
"Sure about what?"
Her face tightened.
"No comment," she snapped.
Understanding her unwillingness to share, Robin wracked his brain for everything he wanted to know. He wanted to ask why he was being held, but decided the girl wouldn't be so nice if he did.
"What happened to my friend?" he started.
"Oh, them," she said in that careless tone Robin found unnerving. "They're safe, just really stupid."
"How so," he asked, holding back a sharp comment.
"I said you'd be unharmed if they just stayed in that building," she explained. "But then, they had to attack. So I just, ah, scared them away. Next question?"
Robin took a step towards her, then stepped back. If she could "scare" all four of his friends, he didn't want to know what she could do to him.
"What about Control Freak?"
"That little nerd?" she scoffed. "He shouldn't bother you for a while. Plus, I got all his Xenothium, so Red X shouldn't be a problem either."
How did she know Red X? How did she know Xenothium powered his suit?
"Okay," Robin's voice quavered, "last question."
"Shoot," she said, leaning back in the chair that he had woke up in.
"What should I call you?"
The girl paused longer than she had for all the other questions.
"That would depend," she laughed. "I've been called lots of things. Sparrow, Blackbird, even Catgirl with that incident with Catwomen."
She turned her head so she was glaring straight into Robin's eyes, even though she had been avoiding eye contact the whole time. Her gaze sent a chill though his body.
"But let's forget about super heroes. You can call me by my last name. You can call me Grayson."
