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I was once an awful person.
I found it fun. I liked to steal, and fight; sometimes, I hurt people. It was all fun and games for me. After all, I wasn't the one getting hurt.
I was long gone - a lost cause. I became one of the most wanted. Heroes like Superman tried coming after me, but I always managed to get away. Except for one time.
There was one man who managed to capture me. But instead of turning me in, he took me under his wing. He taught me how to be a better person, how to use my special skills to help people.
Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman, saw something in me that no one else did. After he was sure that I had been turned good, and no longer wished to get people, he called a friend of his.
Robin, he said. The leader of a group called the Teen Titans. I had heard of them, of course - actually, I was warned about them, a long time ago.
Bruce called this Robin guy, and next thing I know, I'm shipped off to Jump City. Techniquely, I'm free to do as I wish. I can live a normal life, or I can be an average superhero. The Teen Titans were there to keep an eye on me, to make sure I don't rebel or anything.
Honestly, I had every intention to stay good. I had grown to respect Bruce, and I didn't want to let him down.
But you can't help being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You can't help who you meet. I guess I could have had more self control. I guess I should've seen it all coming. But I'm a teenage girl - hormones and all that crap. Besides, no one can help falling in love. No one can blame me for anything after that.
I should have a right to do as I please. And I do have that right.
So why shouldn't I go back to the dark side? Why should I have left that side in the first place? Why surround myself with goody two-shoes now?
Besides; I've been told the dark side has cookies.