A/N hello! I had this idea tha struck me, so I'm kind playing this by ear and I'm also typing this on my iPad, so if there are any mistakes feel free to let me know and I will try to fix them!

I do not own Teen Titans!

Chapter 1

Dick

Being rich wasn't always as great as it sounds. Sure, he got to go to fancy parties and have nice things, but all of those things come with a price. Some celebrities pay the price of simple things like privacy or a few rumors come out about them. Others pay the price with their sanity or their lives. Before people become famous, they say 'Oh I'm not going to be like that' but in the end, being famous and rich changes peoples lives and it changes the people living them. Money is one of the few things that can change almost anyone, either positively or negatively.

Dick wouldn't lie, he had changed since Bruce had adopted him after his parents abrupt death. In his 17 years of living, he had already had his fair share of run ins with the cops and gotten in some sticky situations. His record was permanently tainted from his deeds. Unfortunately, everything that had happened hadn't changed him for the better. Not yet. Even with the paparazzi on his tail, following his very move, and the cops paying close attention to him and his life, he still took big risks, going out and hooking up with women left and right, gambling illegally, joyrides with his adopted fathers cars. If anything, having a rich father to get him out of all of the jams he had gone through had made him to through even more rebellion.

None of that prepared him for the life ahead of him.

Dick had a 'guard' with him most of the time, except when he ditched them, which was all too easy. During the time that he ditched them, most of the time he went to the track to race his motorbike, which Bruce had forbidden him to do. His father thought it was too dangerous and out in the open, though it didn't stop Dick from going. It was his get away pass; a time that he could spend thinking about nothing but the bike and the dirt road in front of him, as if his parents were still alive and he was still with them. It cleared his head like nothing else could. Some celebrities drank away their sorrows; Dick drove them down to the dirt on the ground.

Anyone who was anyone knew that Dick went to the track just about every Sunday to blow off steam from the week before. It was probably a mistake to get into a habit that placed him at the same place at the same time every week, so easy for anyone to track him. Especially with all the death threats he had been receiving lately. That was his first major mistake. His second, was thinking that no one would dare hurt the son of the all important Bruce Wayne. In fact, that was probably the worst mistake Dick could have ever made. He was an arrogant person and that could eventually be the death of him.

It was a late, cold September evening on a Sunday, and Dick had just finished a friendly competition with one of his fellow racers, Garfield Logan, also known as Beast Boy in racing because he's a beast a racing, but he is a year younger than Dick, basically a boy compared to his competition. He enters in competitions and wins most of them, and even though Dick is a great racer, Gar beats him almost every time. Meeting Gar during a race had been a very humbling experience as Dick was used to winning, but Gar had put him in his place, that he was not always on top. Gar had wiped the floor with him, and then come to congratulate Dick on a great race. It had been the start of a very long and strange friendship.

"Dude, you totally swamped me back there. It was like you were possessed. I've never seen you get so intense about your racing before. Hard week, then?" Gar asked as he took off his lime green helmet and shaking out his mud brown hair. He wiped a hand across his forehead that was sticky with sweat but his emerald green eyes shown with a delight that could only come from a good race. If there was one thing that connected them, it was their love of racing.

Dick shook his head, his black shaggy hair flipping out around him. "I've just been so out of it lately. Bruce was getting onto me yesterday about my stunt at the club, where I used a fake ID to get in and got caught sneaking out with a girl. The death threats have been coming in every day now. And not just that, but Bruce is pressuring me to get focused on my future. I just needed a day to not think about anything. The pressures on me are getting to be too much. I just want to have fun and mess around. I have all the time in the world to get serious about life. I'm a teenager! I'm supposed to be living life to the fullest. Instead, I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders it seems like," he ranted, glad to have someone to talk to. The only one he could trust besides Bruce and his butler, Alfred, was Gar. They had become fast friends a few years ago, before Gar knew who Dick really was. It was the perfect way to know if someone was a true friend: see if they like you before they know you are the heir to a billion dollar corporation.

Gar sighed and shot him a sympathetic smile. "Listen, dude, you need to take my advice on this. Just chill out. Take a breather. I'm going to say this as your friend, you need to get your priorities straight. Bruce is your father and he wants what is best for you, and as much as I am jealous of you getting all the ladies, you have to remember that they are there for your money and looks, not you," he replied, patting a soft hand on Dicks shoulder, as though all their troubles would go away in an instant. Dick glared at him, only half meaning it, and nodded. It was a strange day if Gar was giving him good advice, but for once, he knew his friend was right. Garfield Logan may be a goofball, who loved to have fun and live life to the fullest, but he could be serious and that was what made him special and a great friend. Two sides of the same coin, both different but both important.

They made it to the showers, where it was empty except the two of them, since everyone else had gotten tired and gone home hours ago. Gar stripped off his dark green racing gear and threw it in his locker. He lived about two minutes from the track, so he just bought his locker to keep instead of rent for a day, but he took his showers at his house. Being a professional racer, he needed to have quick access to the track for practice, but he also liked to have his privacy, much like Dick liked. He may be a playboy who liked the spot light and had an attraction for trouble, but everyone needed some place to just get away.

"If you ever need to just get away for a while, call me, Dick. I know I'm not as good of company as the ladies, but I can cream you at Call of Duty," Gar offered, laughing. He made his way to the exit, but paused in the doorway. "I'll see you Thursday, right? For my big race?" His voice sounded hopeful, as of he was afraid Dick would cancel on him, which had happened before, but Dick always found a way to make it up to him.

Dick nodded, and smiled, knowing that he couldn't let his friend down. Unlike some of his so called 'friends', Gar genuinely cared about him, even though he was a total goofball, and Dick didn't want to let him down again.. "Totally. Maybe I'll even bring some girls with me," he responded, winking on of his bright blue eyes, only half joking. Gar laughed and walked out the door with a short wave.

Dick grabbed his shower bag and clothes and walked to the other side of the locker room. He stripped from his black, green, and red racing clothes, grateful that no one else was there to take any of the warm water that he needed for his sweaty, sore body and turned on the water. To his surprise, no water came out, instead, a hissing noise came out. He quickly shut off the water valve but he had already inhaled a bit of the gas.

His legs gave out underneath him and he slid down to the ground, ending with a loud thump as he fell against the wall and the floor. His head started to pound so fiercely it made his vision start to blur. Groping with his hand, he reached for his bag, his hands shaking. He grabbed for his phone but the moment it was in his hand, he forgot what he was doing. His breathing started to pick up even more rapidly and his mind cleared for a moment. He hit the speed dial 3 just as his breathing started to pick up rapidly.

Dick dropped his phone and he slid further down so that he was laying down completely, but he still heard Gar answer on the other side of the line. Reaching for his voice that had failed him until then, Dick yelled out a weak, "Help!" His eyes rolled around and his vision became increasingly blurry and just before he passed out, he heard the door slam open and Gar yell for him. A flash before him and a face that he could only barely see were the last thing he saw before everything went dark.

So? What did you guys think? I hope you guys like it. I know that I might not have done the characters justice as of yet, but I'm trying and I know its short….but I'll mend that too in later chapters! So, please review!