A/N: My goal was to get 10 reviews or more to continue but 7 was pretty damn close. Plus I got quite a couple of PMs so here you go.


Muttering into thin air and expecting a miracle or a sign. When you place your hands together and ask for forgiveness, say you're thankful for the food that you eat or asking for someone else to get better. There comes a time when you realize that when you place your hands together all you get is you palm and when you say you're thankful for food you still end up eating things that other babies in Africa don't have. When you ask for someone to get better they end up dead anyways. So what's the point? Because it's what you're supposed to do, it says so in your religion. If you don't do it, it's bad.


Downtown Jump City Jail

7:32 AM

I awoke with an ear splitting headache and my nine stomachs were rumbling with hunger. I shifted and slid my hand out from underneath of the hot pillow and stood up. The sheets were tangled and the ashes were still on the floor and that's how I was going to leave it. Oh, no wait...

I spat on the flooring and then confidently walked to the bathroom. Jolene, a skinny blonde girl with anorexia, was puking into the already clogged toilet. She had a frizzy bob cut and seemed to be laughing as she vomited.

The buff girl was shaving her armpit hair with a rusted razor over the one sink we had and I slowly backed out. It was kind of funny how I, an alien powerhouse, was in a normal earthen prison with Donna, another powerhouse. However I was practically powerless without the sun and Donna without her whip.

I slipped on my socks and then my combat boots. I tied the long laces sloppily and lopsidedly. Good enough. I walked up to the bars and placed my hands firmly around them, waiting for them to open them up so we could eat breakfast. About thirty minutes afterwards, they did open the jail bars, but only for me. There were two security guards while another one escorted me down a long gray hallway. I've never been on this side of the jail.

The held my arm in place until we reached the very front of the jail. Not even bothering with handcuffs, they released my arms and instructed me to sit in one of the chairs. I felt my leg bouncing up and down as I waited and waited and then I heard it. I heard Mister Wayne's low voice whispering with a polite tone. That same professional tone he uses when on television or at an interview.

I hear his footsteps pace the floor slowly but heavily. I fix my posture and focus my eyes on the door frame. I scratched my wrist and bit my lip nervously.

I looked up and met eyes with The Bruce Wayne. His ocean blue eyes met mine in a hard glare. He smiled softly at me and walked over to me. I stood up.

"Hello, Miss Anders, nice to see you again."

He didn't call me Starfire nor Former Starfire. He called me by my real name and for that, I was thankful.

He was wearing a well fitted black and white suit with a light gray tie. His ebony hair was gelled back and my hair was in a frizzy french braid. I nodded at him, utterly speechless, and he smiled a billion dollar smile at me. I didn't even brush my teeth this morning. He probably thought I was some slob.

Without another word, we walked out to the front desk where I signed my signature that Mister Wayne did in fact pick me up. We opened the doors and stepped out into the sun. The spring March air felt good against my pale skin. I rolled up my orange sleeves and got into Bruce's limo.

The drive was smooth and short. The tinted windows were rolled down so the warm breeze could run through the limo. Bruce answered his phone multiple times before we arrived at the tower. The bay looked even more beautiful than I can remember and I allowed my face to relax. I smiled at the memories.

Bruce got out first and opened the door for me. I guess that answers my question about going back to my apartment. I was slightly confused that this was the confidential location I was going to. It wasn't confidential at all.

We walked side by side into the tower and I placed my hand on the scanner. It flashed red and blinked repeatedly at me. I jumped back surprised but, I suppose I should have known. Of course they changed my hand print from being a code. Bruce looked at me sympathetically before placing his hand over the scanner. It flashed a green before the metal bridge extended out for us to go over the bay.

I felt a wave of anger before I convinced myself that it was all just for emergency purposes.

We walked slowly towards the tower, enjoying the warm spring air. The elevator doors opened up and the air conditioning blew in my face. The doors closed and we rose up to the main level.


Jump City Titans' Tower

8:25 AM

My stomach fluttered with butterflies and sweat gathered on my brow. I bit my lip and paced the small floor space. The dinging of the elevator flooded my ears.

"You know he missed you," Bruce said in that stern voice of his.

"Well, I don't," I lied. In truth I've missed all of them, even though they didn't believe me.

The doors opened and everything smelled the same and everything looked pretty much the same. The sofa was still black and the television was still projected on the wall. Bruce walked in and glanced around,"They must be on a mission. They'll be back soon. I have to head back to Gotham-"

"So you're not going to accompany me?"

"No, I'm sure when Dick gets back, you guys can talk and he'll help you get resettled."

"Wait!" I said awkwardly. My voice echoed through the nearly empty tower. He raised an eyebrow,"Can I ask you something?" My voice was softer the second time.

He seemed surprised,"What is it?"

"Do you think that..the other Titans will still consider me...as a...you know...a Titan? I mean now that I've been thrown in jail and all-"

"Kory, you were thrown in jail for nothing you actually did. It was a false trial and were framed. None of this mess is your fault and once you're a Titan, you stay a Titan. I'll see you later." He offered me a small grin.

I just nodded and watched him go back down the elevator.

I inhaled the scent of the tower and walked around. They change the pillows from red to a light gray, Beastboy and Cyborg have purchased a new Playstation and there was fresh real fruit on the counter in a bowl. I picked up a banana and peeled the peeling down. I walked down the gray hallways that reminded me too much of the jail and into my old room, I bit into my banana and placed my hand on the scanner. It flashed red at me again and asked me to try again.

I sighed. With my remaining super strength, I opened the doors manually. I walked slowly into the bright room.

My curtains were gone which left the window exposed, my bed sheets were folded on the mattress and my picture frames were on my side table. I bit into the mushy fruit and walked all the way inside of my room and the doors shut automatically. New lavender sheets were made neatly on my circular mattress. I opened one of the drawers to my dresser and found a black laced brassiere, tan spandex, gray socks, a purple bikini and a very small black thong.

I jogged over to the closet and found that all my old uniforms were still hanging up. I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

On the left wall, where my pictures used to be, I saw new pictures. I walked over to them slowly and examined the photos on the wall. I saw a picture of Blackfire and Raven at her favorite café, Beastboy her and Cyborg at an arcade and there were several collages of Barbra and Richard at the park, beach, cinema, restaurants, a cruise for crying out loud and then I heard it.

I heard water running from my old bathroom.

I froze and stared at the closed door. I walked over to it slowly and placed my hand over the cold, metal doorknob, which was also new. As soon as my palm wrapped around it I heard voices.

"Oh yes," someone moaned from the other side of the door.

I opened the door wider to find, just as I suspect, Blackfire. She was nearly naked. She was straddling someone in pristine panties that were soaked and see through, whether from water or from her, and she was wearing one of my old bras.

She stood up and I saw his face, I saw Richard's face and he was smiling.

Blackfire walked towards the door and I panicked. Quickly, I ran into my walk-in closet and hid. She walked out laughing and pulled Dick out with her. I peeked through the crack in the door and watched disbelievingly. Blackfire arched her back towards him. She was practically bursting out of my old brassiere and I felt immensely embarrassed like she had done it on purpose. It was my old favorite bra that clipped in the front; B-cup.

I didn't want to see them fuck but I also didn't want them to know I was there watching them.

She presented herself on the bed and Richard shirtlessly did the same. She unbuckled his pants and he was left in his plaid boxers. He kissed her deeply and cupped her breast in his hand. My stomach plummeted and I felt extremely dirty watching them like this. Blackfire slowly slid the straps of my bra off of her tanned shoulders.

"New bra?" Richard asked hoarsely.

Blackfire laughed loudly,"Oh no, I found one of Star's small bras." She pushed her tits in his face and kissed him with every part of her mouth,"Decided it should get some good use. Poor small thing."

I felt my face heat up and cupped my own breasts. They were definitely bigger than a B-cup from when I was sixteen but, I wasn't sure it they were as big as Blackfire's. I looked away from the small crack in the door and took off my shirt. My tank top was a plain white. I finished my banana and placed the peel on the floor to get later. I tried my best to ignore the moans and kissing noises. I untied my combat boots and tried to tie them as neatly as I could.

I checked outside of the crack and they were still making out.

"We should stop, Bruce told me that Star was going to be visiting soon."

"She's coming back? Babe, she murdered your younger brother and-"

Richard spoke louder than her,"And, Barbra's coming back with Rachel so you know what that means."

I could sense her annoyed facial expression. "Fine."

I heard the mattress squeak as the pressure from the bed was released. I heard footsteps walk pass the closet door and back into my bathroom. Once I heard the bathroom door close, I opened the door and came eye to eye with Blackfire.

"Oh, hello little sister," She said sinisterly. She grinned at me and I mentally face palmed myself. I waved at her and then quickly exited my old room. She followed me out only wearing a buttoned collared shirt that was unbuttoned and the same white thong. Her black hair was straight and fell just beneath her neck. "So, I'm sure Dick's almost done. Maybe then you can wash yourself off because you look like shit right now."

I had on a spaghetti strapped tank top, combat boots and my long orange jail pants. I put a hand behind my head and felt my frizzy braid. I knew she was just being honest but I felt extremely exposed like I was the one nearly naked. "That's what jail does to you."

"Hey," her smirk was replaced with a frown,"You okay?"

I cleared my throat,"Uh, yea." I lied again. She's been to jail countless times before. The only difference was she was the one who committed the crimes.

She smiled at me again,"Good, because we're just sex pals. We're not dating so it's not wrong."

I raised an eyebrow up at her,"Sex pals?" It sounded weird coming out of my mouth. It was kind of funny the way we said it.

She rolled her eyes,"We just have sex. Friends with benefits, booty call, and all that jazz. Now, next time, don't be a creepy stalker and watch us."

So she knew. She was just putting up a show.

I rolled my eyes back at her,"Then please don't discuss things about me while you're doing that sort of thing."

Her hips swayed as she walked back into my old room,"Whatever."


Jump City Titans' Tower

9:00 am

I twiddled my thumbs and waited for the rest of the team to arrive. My long sleeved orange shirt was swung over my shoulder as I sat on the couch. I undid my french braid and now it was tangled in messy curls down my back. I rested my head on the new gray cushions and stared directly out of the large windows.

So he didn't love me enough to believe that I was innocent and always wanted to hold back on our sex life until marriage, which I respected, but now he's fucking with my sister? My alien sister? Maybe it wasn't the fact that I was an alien and that I was different and weird. It was because of the fact that I loved mustard, was ambidextrous, played the cello, trombone and bagpipes. That I was me.

I wanted to die.

Maybe if I tried hard enough, X'hal would sense my distress and just end it. I squinted my eyes shut and soaked in the sun. Well, if X'hal hasn't answered my prayers nor saved me from the lies people have been feeding me and making up, maybe I'd have to take matters in my own hands. I prayed that X'hal would protect us from the ear that was happening on my home world and half of my family and planet were murdered and imprisoned. I prayed that my great grandmother would get better and overcome with her illness and it just so happens that the doctors and healers didn't have the correct medication. I prayed that my friends would believe me and my innocence and I was thrown in jail for five years. That's five years of my life that I'll never get back.

I prayed that my lover would still love me even though of the accusation I was receiving and he just had sex with my sister. No one bothered to contact me or Donna through the prison telephone. Each time I pray for something, it doesn't happen. There's no response. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just sitting on my knees muttering into thin air.

Hell, I can't even pray for X'hal to kill me because it wouldn't happen. Praying to God was like wishing on a damn dandelion.

I continued to question my Christianity as I traced my hands over my burned wrists. It must have been from last night when I burned my old uniform. It was bruised and sore. I sighed and flipped over on my back. I'd have to take matters into my own hands. It was simple math. If one wanted to starve they would not eat. If one wanted to dehydrate, they wouldn't drink. If I wanted to end it, I'd have to kill myself.

"Did you want me to cut the TV on for you?"

I sat up alertly and looked behind me. Richard walked over to the couch and supported his weight. His tight fitting polo allowed anyone to see his muscles and his mask was traded out for a pair of sunglasses. I shook my head and stood up to walk away. I didn't know where I was going but, he didn't try to stop me. The big metallic doors slid open and the rest of the team stepped inside of the tower.

Cyborg, Bumblebee, Beastboy, Babs and Raven walked through in civilian clothing and smoothies in hand. All conversation ceased once they're eyes caught mine.

"Star?"

"Oh my goodness, is that really you? Come here!" Bumblebee exclaimed excitingly. She pulled me into an embrace and Raven, Babs and Beastboy joined in. I soon felt Cyborg's strong arms embrace me as well and I stood there awkwardly.

"It's great to have you back little lady!" Cyborg said with his holographic ring around his finger.

"What's the matter? You love hugs," "Beastboy asked as he let go and walked into the kitchen.

I shrugged my shoulders and they all let go. I felt betrayed and excluded. They removed my hand-print as a code and now they expect me to befriend them all over again? Richard walked over and pecked Babs on the lips. I've never been more confused.

"What happened? How long have you been here?" Rachel asked curiously. Her purple hair was shaved on one side and the other side hung to her neck.

They all listened intently,"Well, yesterday I received my first call in five years from the Federal Bureau of Investigation informing me that they had imprisoned the wrong person for Jason's murder. So I had twelve hours to prepare my items and Bruce picked me up from Gotham and brought me here. I arrived at about eight."

"Oh, Starfire, I'm so sorry you had to go through with this," Raven said sincerely.

"We're all sorry," Richard spoke in that leadership tone of his when he made a group announcement. "We should've believed you and should've tried harder to prove your innocence. We love you, Star."

His tone was diplomatic and unloving but convincing. I wanted to believe it. He continued to stare at me as if I was nothing but a holographic figure. I even felt my face heat up when he said the word love. But then I remembered my sister, Babs, no one contacting me and the scanner.

"You look a bit pale, you okay?" Blackfire asked for the second time this morning.

My shoulders shrunk down at all of the attention. I nodded, lying again. "Yeah it's just lack of sunlight. I have, uh, a couple of questions. What about the scanners? And why exactly are you two here, not that I do not want you here."

"Star," Cyborg said slowly picking out his words carefully,"We thought you were a murderer. We had to follow the protocol and Dick needed some emotional support so Babs invited herself."

"And as for Blackfire," Babs said,"We sent out a transmission to take your place."

"Well, not exactly take you place," Richard rubbed the back of his neck,"Just to keep your spot warm, I guess."

"For the rest of my life," I finished for him. They looked at me sadly. It was all true. I nodded slowly and fibbed,"It's fine. Can I use your telephone, please?"

"Kory, you live here too. You've never stopped being apart of this family," Cyborg said softly.

I raised a vermilion eyebrow,"Is that why my hand print has been removed, why I've been replaced, why you've never called nor believed me?"

Richard said sternly,"Star, I've told you before. No one can take your place. No one."

Well, he lied on that one again. I visibly rolled my eyes and spoke politely,"Can I use your phone, please?"

"Sure," Raven muttered,"Follow me."

I didn't bother to follow her into the hallway as I already knew where the telephone was. I was merely being polite. Once she realized I was not going to follow her to talk to her in private like she probably wanted, I dialed the police station. I felt the awkward attention and turned my back on them. They stood at the front entrance and listened. While the phone rang, I twirled my finger around the cord.

"Down Town Jump City Prison, which Titan is speaking?"

"Uh, Starfire, I'm calling to contact Donna Troy."

The voice was urgent,"I am sorry to inform you that you are no longer located in the Titans' West Tower of Jump City. You may proceed your call to whomever as soon as you have permission from one of the other titans in the current building. It's for emergency and security purposes only. Nothing against you at all."

My shoulder's slumped,"What? I am a titan! This is ridiculous."

"Please, Starfire, if you don't we will be forced to record the phone call, papers are going to have to get signed and-"

"But I am a Titan!"

It seemed like I was really trying to convince myself rather than her.

"No, you're not. You've been removed from the Titans three years ago," The female voice said,"It would be time consuming to continue this conversation. Please either hang up or put on of the titans on the phone."

I was outraged. They would've never even bothered to talk to me face to face with that tone. I've lost other's respect, I've lost my own respect.

"What's wrong, Star?" Cyborg asked.

"They won't let me talk until a Titan grants me permission."

Richard quickly walked over to me and snatched the phone out of my hand. "Hello?...This is Nightwing, leader of the Teen Titans...I understand but, maybe you misheard her when she...listen, I'm already pissed off. Don't interrupt. Maybe you misheard her but, she said she was apart of the titans...I know. No thanks, I'm not interested. Bye." He offered the phone to me,"Here."

I kept my eyes towards the floor,"Thanks."

I could feel everyone's stares directed at me and I felt so out of place. I waited about two minutes before I heard a piece of her gum pop. "Hello?" I heard the voice of my true friend. She sounded groggy and tired. I could picture her frizzy black hair. Her offering me a piece of gum and me declining.

"Hey, Donna."

I felt mistreated and alone in a circle full of superheroes and heroines. Donna, my real best friend in prison, was the only one I trusted in this group of heroes. I didn't belong here with this group any longer. What happened can't be repaired and I was fine with that. I was perfectly fine with not being apart of the Teen Titans and I was perfectly okay with Starfire dying and if you want something done, you do it yourself.