A/n: General AU crap. The Teen Titans as...a modern day organized crime ring? The HIVE a special unit of the FBI seeking out the criminals? Batman constantly evading the FBI agent with his file, the mysterious agent known only by his handle, the Joker? Wonder Woman, a spy for an underground agency known jokingly as, "The Justice League", under the covers as...a hooker?! Actually, the last one is not that surprising...but read on for more juicy details! Eventual pairings...oh, and Starfire's human. From India.

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"What is the American way for asking someone to be quiet?" Kori asks, her green eyes flashing severe anger. "This...this BFI agent is very...noise-maker."

"Noise-making," Garfield says. "And it's generally something like..." He kicks the agent in the head with his kangaroo form, and the agent falls unconscious.

"It's also FBI, Starfire," Rachel says, appearing noiselessly out from the shadows like she usually does. "Not BFI."

"It does not matter," Kori says. "What matters is that he is not talking." She readjusts her skirt, and leaves for the kitchen area, presumably to make some other type of traditional Indian dish no one was interested in eating.

"Typical Starfire," Garfield says, checking their captive's pockets. "Why did we kidnap him again?"

"We are going to divest him of dignity. And then dump him. I imagine blood will be very difficult to get off marble steps, don't you think?" Rachel says with a twisted little smile. "What do you think, Beast Boy?"

"I think, that in our tower we don't need to use our handles," Garfield says.

"No. We only use them in our normal lives," Richard says, coming into the main room.

"Whatever you say, Boy Blunder," Rachel says, disappearing into shadows once again. "I'm going to go meditate, and figure out the plan for dumping his bloody, mangled cadaver."

"Are you sure about the handles in the tower, dude?" Garfield says, examining the agent's wallet.

"Yes. When it hits dawn, we emerge here as the upstanding, politically correct, rich-though-blood young adults the papers make us out to be," Dick says. "And then at sunset..."

"It's back to our tricks. Of course, Robin," Garfield says, pocketing the chump change in the agent's wallet.

"And who's this?" Dick asks, kicking the captive's chair, jerking him into consciousness.

"Mmph!" the agent says, looking around wildly, blood tricking from his temple.

"Hmm, well..." Garfield says, adjusting the special jumpsuit collar, the one he wore specifically for his shapechanging abilities. "Agent...Mark Andersen here..." Garfield kicks Andersen's chair leg, breaking it, chuckling when the agent starts to loose balance. "Is not very high up in the agency, and does not have the information we need, nor any means to get the information. Therefore..."

"We'll use Raven's plan," Richard says dismissively. "I'm going to go plan our next mission."

"Is Kid Flash coming? He contacted us," Garfield says. "I want him to stay with us...let's see if that speed can translate into video games!"

"I'll see if we can work him in. Actually, you can go see Cyborg, he has something that you need to test or something..." Dick says. "I'm going to talk to Starfire."

"You mean flirt with Starfire?" Garfield says with a smirk. "Oi, never mind, never mind!" He exits the main room, tossing the wallet behind his shoulder, and Richard looks at the agent with scorn.

"You're never going see anything outside of this room again," Richard says with a smirk, picking up the discarded billfold. "You'll never see this pretty little wife of yours, or...what's this? Is this an ultrasound? Shame...it looks recent, too. Girl? Or boy?" He doesn't bother to see what his prisoner is trying to speak, continuing on. "It doesn't matter anymore."

He rips the ultrasound in half, tossing the pieces on the ground. He drags the chair of the bound man over to where a table is. He takes out a Sharpie, scribbling out first his wife's eyes, than Andersen's own in the wallet photo, defacing the memory beyond repair. Then he props up the decimated photo on the table. "I'll leave this with you," Richard says with a hollow laugh. He turns on his heel, returning to the kitchen area to talk to Kori.

Koriand'r, or Kori, was a mysterious beauty, coming from extremely old spice trade blood, with richly tanned skin, huge green eyes, and long, fiery red hair. During the day, she wore saris, but at night she had a fondness for a tight, bright purple outfit made of leather and vinyl, short skirt, tall boots, and tight, cropped half shirt. She often was the nicest during the day, always showing emotions. She also had difficulties with English, but muddled along. Her tactics and strategy were decent, but her fighting was superb, using traditional Indian hand-to-hand fighting techniques as well as modified laser guns, as sci-fi as it was, that shot green beams that she dual-wielded.

"Starfire," he says, entering the cooking space.

"Robin, oh, joyous day!" Kori says. "We have the prisoner!"

"I know, Star," Richard says, sitting on the counter, glancing over at their prisoner. "But he's of no use for us, except as a warning."

"The thing the sun does to the Earth?" Kori asks. Richard shakes his head.

"That's warming," Richard says. "Warnings are...a message to somebody telling them to back off."

"Oh. And who are we telling to do the backing off?" Kori asks.

"The people who want to stop us," Dick says with smirk. "Raven's coming up with a plan right now."

"Oh, then I will do the meditation with her!" Kori says brightly. "I will see you later!" She walks off to the other parts of the tower, and Richard is left alone in the kitchen. He checks in again with their captive, noticing with satisfaction that the agent is staring brokenly at the photo, and then leaves the main room, going up to the top of their peculiar tower.

Everyone knew where they were located, and who they were. At least, by their handles. In fact, the small island off the mainland, a few hundred yards from the coast actually, was theirs, and the the T-shaped tower belonged to their group.

Their group consisted of the five core handles, occasionally others, and they were notorious, feared throughout Jump City. They were the worst of the underbelly, and yet, still on the top, closing in on all sides. Their five, Robin, the leader of the Teen Titans, the stuff they think nightmares are made of, Raven, the second-in-command, a hell-creature that was a devil's daughters, Cyborg, a tech genius that's made out of parts that were mechanical, not human, and Beast Boy, surely a wicked creature because he was green, something definitely not natural, and Starfire, a temptress and a killer.

There was also others they called on for their nefarious schemes towards ruling Jump City not with fear, but with actual command, taking over the government in favor of their evilness. There's no denying their wickedness, and they were hated and feared.

Their tower, appropriately shaped like a T, was given a wide berth, and was never visited, not even by people determined to reach a grim "justice," for even those justice-seekers were afraid, and refused to visit them. They also were not a hot spot for thrill-seekers, because no one was suicidal enough to take them down on their home turf.

They were not a group that was purely for chaos, and madness. They wanted to take over the city, to make it what they wanted, something they could not do in the glittering world they inhabited during the day. They wanted justice, craved true justice, even if they used ways that were often described as wicked.

They robbed, stole, killed, maimed, tortured, and they did not care. They were a group of borderline sociopaths, all wanting gain, but for their group, not for themselves as a part, and they were willing to do anything, go anywhere, to achieve that. True justice in their eyes made them twisted in the eyes of society, eyes that were a bit to malleable and are easy to change and reform to their liking.

And that was exactly what they were going to do.