AN: Hey all! The Chapters will become longer as the story progresses, I promise! Just trying to gradually bring everything together first before the meat of the story takes place. With love!

-Cassandra

Chapter II:

Nightwing paused for a moment; as much as he did not care to stay in contact with any of his old teammates, he still had a soft sport for Starfire. It did not make sense – Tamaran was one of the planets that always had a strong government and kept peace with neighbored aliens.

"A distress call?" Nightwing repeated. "What exactly is going on?"

"Apparently the Citadel was reborn and reconstructed, they want their revenge and they want Tamaran. According to the call, the Citadel are one small step away from ruling the planet." Wonder Woman explained, standing up and walking over to Cyborg. She stood behind him and placed her hands onto his broad, metallic shoulders.

"We have come to the conclusion that it would be wrong to ignore Tamaran…especially because they have been so kind to us. Plus, might I remind you that their own princess fought thousands of crimes here on Earth." She gave Nightwing a long glare. "It only seemed right to add to the Justice League temporarily for some extra help, and you are going to be one of the candidates." Nightwing's eyes widened under his mask and he let out a chuckle.

"What? I didn't agree to this nor did I know anything about it." He snapped, standing up and pressing his hands hard against the table.

"Have a heart, Dick. She was our teammate." Cyborg also stood up and walked over to his old comrade. "Put aside your obsession with flying solo, man. Its time we gather up the Titans like old times…just this once, for Starfire." Victor calmed his tone and waited for an answer.

"I'm sorry, but I'm out. I don't think it'd be right for me to partake. Good luck with Tamaran and hopefully things will sort themselves out." He stood up and began to walk away.

"Dick." Victor said through his teeth. Nightwing kept going and did not bother to look back. "Dick, you loved her." There was a moment of silence; Dick stopped in his tracks, still turned away from Cyborg.

"Loved her, Cyborg. The love for her no longer exists. The Titans no longer exist. I grew up and I'm no longer wanting to be involved." Nightwing left without another word.

Garfield

Gar looked at Zia with disbelief. "They're going to fire me? Because I'm scaring the public on pass by?" He ran a hand through his hair and titled his head back, sighing. "Ugh, where am I supposed to work now?" Zia put one of her hands on his shoulders. Her mocha complexion stood out against his green skin.

"Look, Garfield, I am just as upset as you are." She pressed her ruby lips together and looked at the ground. "I overheard them and thought that maybe I should give you a heads up." Zia's hand ran up the top of his shoulder, slightly shifting his wife-beater, and cupped his sweaty cheek. "You'll find another job, I promise." He bit his lip and looked down into her eyes.

"Yeah, we'll see." Gar shifted her hand off of his face and bit his lower lip. "All I'm saying is these guys are damn lucky I'm not reporting their asses for animal abuse." He pointed at the cages with his thumb and Zia frowned.

"Gar, don't let it get to you…I know you'll find your way, it just isn't here." Zia was right, he was incredibly miserable working for the Jump City Circus. She caught his gaze for a moment, but was interrupted when a large man in a suit started to head towards the two. His name was Franco and he was the Ring Master and Garfield's boss.

Franco walked up with a bounce in his step. He cleared his throat, nodded to Zia, and then turned his attention towards Garfield. "Look, son," he began. "May I talk to you in private for a moment?" Franco's fake, disappointed tone irritated Gar immensely.

"Nah, I quit, man." Garfield took off his work gloves and dropped them to the ground, giving Franco a venomous glare. "Fuck this place." Zia let out a small sound of disapproval, feeling bad for her green friend. Franco was left speechless. Gar took off his work gloves and dropped them to the ground, leaving with zero intentions to ever come back.

The changeling walked down the sidewalk of Jump City after a long stroll from the circus. He was completely done; there was nothing here for him in this city. "Damnit." He muttered to himself while walking into a small bar underneath what used to be the Titan's usual pizza spot. It was already five in the evening; it wasn't too early to drink. "I'll take a beer." Gar asked the bartender, resting his forehead into his hands.

Garfield lost a lot of his charm and pizazz over the past year. The last girl he really had fully dated was Terra, which he did not like to think about. She was graduating college by now and happily engaged with another man…who was 54 and 32 years older than her. Knowing Terra, he strongly believed she was in it for the money and her husband-to-be was in it for the sex.

"Long day?" A female's voice caught him off guard. He peered over his shoulder, seeing a pale woman with long black hair and bangs. Eyeliner ringed her lids and enhanced her blue eyes. She was rather pretty.

"Sure." he responded, taking a sip of his beer. She sat down next to him, studying his complexion for a long moment. "Take a picture." Gar didn't have to look at her to know she was staring.

"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't trying to be rude. Just…looking." She eyed his toned arm muscles and the tribal lion tattoo he had on the side of his shoulder. "Beautiful artwork, I'm Kat." He looked at her and gave her a small smile, as if to say: 'Nice to meet you.'

"Garfield," he muttered. "And thanks." She reminded him a lot of someone…a lot of Raven. God, he hadn't thought of her in a couple of weeks. Typically he wondered about all of his teammates, but missed Raven and Cyborg the most. He and Raven had rekindled a great friendship before she disappeared. As for him and Cyborg…he regretted the way he acted towards his brother. Gar never gained the courage to try and contact him; he was a Justice League member now.

"What are you looking at?" The girl winked at him and sat a little closer, puffing her chest out. She sure as hell didn't act like Raven. Clearly she was looking for more than a conversation.

"Nothing, sorry. You just remind me of someone is all." He reassured while downing the last bit of his beer. She looked a little disappointed at his response, pouting her lip a bit. "Look, I'll see you around," he put money down for his brew and kindly for her drink. "Take it easy." She winked at him and he left.

The sun was nearly setting and the city lights started to appear. He continued to walk towards his apartment. "Better find a job before I can't pay rent." He said to himself. The whole idea of him losing his job irritated him; what did he do to deserve it? It came out of absolutely nowhere. Gar thought he was a loyal and hard worker, Franco must have thought otherwise. He'd miss Zia; she was the only friendly face in his life. A large shadow rolled over his from behind and crossed its arms, disturbing his thoughts. Gar paused and his heart sped up.

"Hey little dude." Cyborg smiled.