Disclaimer: I do own Phoenix, the character anyways, but I give description and personality credit to StarStar16. I also own Mirage, as proven in my fanfiction. I do not own the Teen Titans. DC and Cartoon Network do.
Author's Note: Phoenix, Robin's sister, the OC I created after one of my best friends, Kelly, is an idea I had in October of last year. Recently I found a story that in my opinion was horrible, but anyways detailed a sister of Robin's named Phoenix. This is the REAL Phoenix, the one that StarStar16, Teen Titans Junkie, and I created. This story is not plagiarized, it was written in October and I believe the idea for that other person's story was taken from my homepage here on Fan Fiction. So any who think I am copying can stick it where the sun doesn't shine.
Chapter One-Break In
The rain was falling slowly in the crowded streets, running into the gutters sluggishly. A high topped pink converse broke a puddle lying in a corner of sidewalk. A thin, raven haired girl walked steadily through the thinning mass of people, a small smirk on her features as she disregarded the stares from several teenage boys.
She had a good figure: willowy, like a dancer, yet strong. Her hair was slightly below her shoulders, ebony shaded with a think streak of pink and a twin one of blue near her face. The girl's complexion was on the tint of light rose, flawless but not too pale. Black cargo pants and a pink and blue tank top highlighted this fact. Her eyes were the most attractive feature: light gray, like the color of ash or what metal cools to.
A convenience store stood in the shadows not far from the girl. Breaking away from the cold rain, a small tinkle of a welcoming bell sounded as she entered, and a bored employee cast her a weary look from the checkout counter. No words were spoken between the two.
She moved between the aisles, out of sight of the girl at the counter, and pocketed a few miscellaneous items: chips, soda, a candy bar, an apple, and another customer's wallet. At the back of the store stood the gas tank, glinting in the dim light cast from the halogen lamps. She smiled deviously as the girl that was at the counter approached her.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes," she replied calmly, while opening her palm slowly to reveal a glowing sphere of flame caught in her hand. "I'd like to see the vault."
The girl's eyes widened, half in amazement, half in horror. "You must be joking."
Her gray eyes were alight with mischief as she moved the flames closer to the gas tank. "Not at all. A spark into fifty pounds of flammable gas is no joke."
Something whirred close to her head, a brightly colored birderang embedded in the wall dangerously, alerting her to another's presence. The girl's black hair swung as she turned and smirked. The Teen Titans were lined in formation, Robin to the front as usual.
"Didn't anyone ever tell? You play with fire, and you're going to get burned," Robin said in a low tone, bo staff out, congratulating himself mentally on the cheesy line.
"You're still doing the good guy thing, bro?" The girl smirked as she tossed the fireball over her shoulder, while the take was surrounded by dark energy, a low mummer of magic words spoken by Raven.
Robin leapt toward her, staff extended. She dodged the attack and the two began to go in a barrage of martial arts, both equally matched. Robin slammed the girl against the shelves.
"What are you doing here, Phoenix?"
Phoenix glared at him as a crunch followed the pain of being slammed in the wall. "I was trying to get some cash and food to go. You just smashed my Doritos!" She felt the warmth around her hands as the glow brightened, and suddenly Robin was thrown against the opposite wall, flames licking the path. Phoenix frowned before speaking once more.
"Flameproof costume. You're no fun."
Cyborg snapped out of his trance as she ran toward the safe. "Yo!" He raised his cannon and fired a shot, which she dodged nimbly, similar to the graceful and fluid movements Robin displayed while defeating enemies. Within seconds the door to the safe had been burned open and a fourth of the money taken. Phoenix was running for the door, but the Tameranian Princess rose glided in front of her, eyes and hands glowing the same emerald coloring. Starfire's voice seemed hesitant to command, as always.
"I would advise you to remain still and 'come quietly'." Her hand was raised warningly, but Phoenix did the same, a fireball in hand.
"Not a chance in hell," she replied easily, as if she had practiced the answer. "And that's a place I know too much about."
Both girls fired simultaneously, and both were hurled back, crashing against several shelves containing confectionary sweets and dried meat, carbonated beverages contained in aluminum spiraling out of control on the linoleum. Smoke filled the building, smelling of fires long since past, stinging the eyes of the Titans and causing coughing fits. Slowly the smoke began to clear, revealing five Teens in colorful and distinct costumes, a frightened employee huddled near the phone at the back of the store, praying for the strange disturbance to end. The fiery girl was nowhere to be seen. Robin noted the fact as he gazed around the room coolly, the expression his eyes held hidden by the white lenses of his mask. His sister had escaped, a criminal, a villain, the opposite of his path.
The Phoenix had risen from the ashes of Robin's traumatized past.