Nightweaver leapt from his perch atop a billboard, nimbly landing on top of a two story building. It was night in Jump, and he planned to use it to his advantage; Weaver wasn't a very opportunistic thief, and that was typically as far as he got to taking advantage of anything.

He only stole because he needed to. He took only a little more than he needed, so that he could get some new gear now and then, but he tried to be fair and remember that the people he was stealing stuff from needed money as much as he did.

His dark red hood was covering the top half of his face; bandages covered from his nose down. He hadn't made enough money to get a real mask.

As he climbed up to a taller three story building, he thought inward, as he often did.

He felt horrible.

He regretted what he had to do, but his only other real choice was to be a hero. The Titans never let him join, even though he had offered several times. It was always some excuse or another. Until they recruited Terra, it had always been that they had no rooms. After, they said it was because of his criminal past. Eventually he'd gotten to the bottom of it.

They didn't think he was powerful because he never tried to hurt anybody.

They mistook his kindness for weakness.

Weaver had spent the last two months modifying his gear to counter the Titans. His gloves and wrist blasters were custom made; he had automatically loading taser guns in his bottom compartment, and twin grappling hooks in the top. His boots had jet boosters, effectively letting him fly. However, neither of these were going to beat them.

He'd spent that time gathering materials for and creating his own kind of bombs. Net bombs to stop Robin; the Boy Wonder would have to cut his way out of three layers of fishnet. EMP grenades for Cyborg; they had been the tricky ones to make. His EMP would fry Cyborg's systems, leaving him disabled until he got a charge. Fast hardening foam grenades would stop Starfire easily, at least for a few seconds. He used standard flashbangs for Beast Boy; the majority of the animals he turned into had extremely good eyesight, and he planned to exploit it.

He had nothing to stop Raven with, he knew. He hoped he could use his cloak, capable of limited blending capabilities, to avoid her. His dark red hoodie and armored leggings, stolen from the Dark Knight himself, let him blend into darkness well.

His aim had never been to injure anybody, especially not kill. He'd only killed four people in his entire life, and three of them were entirely accidental.

Now, though, he might have to play a little more roughly. He planned on attracting the Titan's attention and then proving himself to them. Maybe then they would accept him. And if not, then he'd try again and again until they did.

He fiddled with a pane of glass and slipped it out of place, slinking into the museum. He wasn't stealing any jewels; he didn't need THAT much money. A statue or two, maybe. Small things. Artifacts. Small things that he could stow in his satchel without breaking.

Dropping down in front of two guards, he swiped one's leg from under him and punched the other in his throat. The man fell over, trying to breath.

"Hit the alarm. Call the Titans," he said as he walked away, smashing through several display cases and taking a couple of small artifacts. He heard the alarm go off, and hid as guards flooded the room.

"Who did this?"

"Don't... Don't know. Some kid. Never seen him before." Nightweaver's face flushed.

I've robbed this museum four times before. Either he's new or I haven't exactly left an impression on anybody. He jumped up from cover, latching onto a lighting fixture with one hand and throwing a flashbang with the other. As it went off, he covered his eyes, then dropped down into the crowd. Ten guards surrounded him, and he dispatched each of them easily, disarming them and knocking them out, except for the one who had initially hit the alarm.

"I said. Call. The. Titans." The man pulled his radio out and dialled in a code.

"Control... We need the Titans..."

Ten minutes later, the Titans had assembled and were in the museum.

"Come out! We know you're here!" Robin yelled. When he didn't respond, he commanded them to split up. Cyborg and Beast Boy teamed up, and Robin and Starfire stuck together. As per usual, Raven was alone. He decided to take the robot and the mutant first.

He followed them, waiting until they hit a dead end. Then, he shot up from behind a display case and threw a flashbang and EMP simultaneously. He didn't need to follow up on Cyborg, who was basically wrecked. He did, however, need to finish off BB. He put him in a headlock; the changeling had been a dog when he was blinded, and still was. He transformed into an elephant, grabbing him with his trunk and flinging Weaver into a dark corner. He transformed back.

"Dude! Not cool! You can't just disappear like that!"

"Fine." Nightweaver shot his grappling hooks at him, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him forwards. They were eye to eye for a moment.

"You."

"Me." He tased him with two tasers, shocking him into unconsciousness.

He tied Beast Boy up and left Cyborg stuck against a wall, unable to do much of anything.

"We're gonna get you, punk."

"I don't want to fight. You just won't let me in." He walked away, moving towards the Boy Wonder and his alien girlfriend.

They weren't hard to find. Robin wouldn't shut up. He just kept yelling for him to come out.

He threw two net bombs at him, encasing him in the wire. He threw another grenade, this time foam, and encased him in it. Starfire shot at him with starbolts, which he dodged easily. He jumped off of a display in the wall and grabbed her legs, slingshotting himself using her knees and came up above her, hanging from the ceiling. He hit her with a foam grenade and dropped to the ground, smirking under his bandages.

Twenty minutes later, he found Raven, sitting in the lotus position. She looked like she was meditating. Emotions swirled inside of him. Fear, of her herself and of what she would say. Admiration, too. He had long been a fan of her and her overall demeanor. He hadn't tried to counter her directly because he knew she was by far the most powerful of all of them. But most of all, he felt strongly for her. It might have just been some kind of juvenile infatuation, but he still had feelings for her and refused to attack her.

"Raven."

"Nightweaver."

"You actually remembered my name?"

"Who would I be if I forgot?"

"You know why I'm doing this."

"I do. And the answer's the same. You just aren't strong enough."

"Are you blind? I just took out your entire team single handedly." She cocked an eyebrow, her lids still covering her eyes.

"I hadn't realized. But either way, it isn't my call to make. And you're wanted for four counts of murder and dozens of thefts."

"Then let me be with the Titans and you can call it community service."

"You know Robin would never go for it."

"Tell me the truth. Do you want me in the team?"

"Before tonight, no. Right now, yes. You're what we need; a good, focused, innovative stealth based hero. But Robin would never let you, and neither would the others."

"Why, exactly?"

"I can feel it coming off of you. I know you're sincere."

"What?"

"I know what you're trying to hide from me." His cheeks flushed under his mask.

"And now you're embarrassed. It's alright. I..."

"TITANS! Go!" Robin yelled, his arm still wrapped in web. Starfire was still shaking the foam off of her and Beast Boy was dazed.

"I'll talk to you later, Rae." She snapped her eyes open and stared into his; they were a deep indigo, nearly the same color as her cloak.

"How are your.. eyes...?"

"I'll explain later." He shot a grappling hook past them, pulling himself right over the three, kicking Robin in the chest and flying out of a window. He took to the streets, hiding in a dumpster until things had blown over.