Hello!, Second chapter here. Ummm. I just want you all to know that this is a story about the Teen Titans, The Original Characters I've made will appear once in a while, and such, but they won't really be a essential part of the story. Okay! Here we go. Chapter one!

Disclaimer: I don't own the teen titans. Don't sue me. I'm broke.

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Birds of a Feather

Chapter one: Welcome to the Real world.

Saturday. 12:00 pm.

Crescent Bvd.

Raven stood glumly at her new apartment building frowning to herself as she entered the cozy living room. She hadn't thought that this assignment would be so.....intricate.

Of course, knowing daddy dearest and his twisted mind, she wondered how she hadn't thought that he would pull something like this. Apparently, with the failure of Sparrow to kill Richard Greyson "Robin" as both Her father and Slade had called him, they wanted her to be able to get closer to the young CEO without threat of interference with Security. Or in other words, Cyborg.

Of course, after a little digging, she had found out that Falcon was wrong about him being the head of security for Wayne Industries. They would be lucky if he were though. He was a Police officer. A damn good one if what the reports she read about him were true. According to his history, all the males in his family were in the police business, and all of them were excelled at what they did

Victor Stone, A.k.a. Cyborg, was just following the footsteps of his father. He had already taken down three operatives of her father's business, on three particular raids in just two short years, more then any other cop had done in over three generations. He was the dedicated machine that never let go of his target once it had been found. And he had sworn revenge on her father for the murder of his parents and considered him responsible of his accident. An accident that had caused him to become part machine in order for him to survive.

Hence the name Cyborg. Raven had read police files on him. His report was extensive and the word "ruthless" and "cold-blooded" were sprinkled liberally on his report, every target he aimed to catch, he did, every plan he came up with to catch his targets was executed flawlessly. He was indeed a top notch cop. She had also checked his history prior to his accident and found out that he had graduated top of his class in high school, second only to his best friend, Richard Greyson. Apparently they were close friends, even throughout high school, and things hadn't changed, it appeared. It seemed that they had planned to go to Police academy together, but Richard became the heir to Wayne Industries and couldn't fulfill his dream. Still, they saw each other almost daily. And since the attempt on Mr. Greyson's life, Cyborg had appointed himself personal bodyguard to him.

Great. This made her job much harder.

Her father's orders were to get a job at Wayne Inc. and get close to Robin enough to kill him. It would have been so much easier to have made his head explode in his sleep. But noooo. Mr. Slade had wanted things done a certain way. And for better or worse, and according to her father, she had no say in how she killed her victims.

This was probably just another underlying ploy to siphon whatever humanity she had left. Her father had never cared much for the human race. And thus, tried to force that way of thinking to her (among other sadistic things). So here she was. Disguised as an everyday civilian. Of course, she thought she might stick out. Her skin was probably just a little too pale, too ashen ( partly attributing to the fact that she rarely came out in sunlight). She sighed. Putting the last box of her belongings in places she deem appropriate.

'Some semblance of a normal human life.' Raven thought. Her apartment would be considered cozy. Decorated in dark blues, blacks and golds. It turned out to have more of a seductive allure then she had first anticipated. The fireplace was warm and inviting, and she had a wonderful view of the city across the room. Yep. Defiantly more seductive then she had anticipated. Perhaps she should consider redecorating.....

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Saturday 2:00 pm.

Wayne Inc.

Richard Greyson stood staring out the window of his expansive office. Stupid people out there. Enjoying their weekend, taking for granted the fact that they could relax. He never considered himself a envious person, but staring out there, in such nice weather, and being stuck in here, doing paperwork of all things.....

He would have killed to be out there with them, wasting away their lives on nothing really important. Instead of doing paperwork. He turned around, and stared at the pile of seemingly harmless stack of paper as though it were something getting ready to spring out at him and attack his face. Stupid paper.

It was taunting him. His bright Silver blue eyes narrowed.

"Waging war with your paperwork, Rich?" A wry, amused voice commented from the doorway. Richard looked up to see a large broad shouldered black man lean against the door, half the man's face and his the rest of his body covered in steel and interlacing blue circuitry.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked, half embarrassed, an d half annoyed. Embarrassed about being caught in a situation like this, and annoyed for not hearing the large man come in.

"Long enough to see that being trapped indoors is going to drive you insane if you don't get out" his best friend answered, grinning.

"What I wouldn't give to be out there with you, cracking the heads of all the bad guys." Richard sighed. "Instead I'm here doing paperwork" He spat out the word.

"You were nearly killed not to long ago, buddy, can't have you goin' all gung-ho on us before we know everything's safe again" Cyborg said.

The young CEO slammed his hands down on the table. "Dammnit! I'm not a little kid everyone's got to protect. I can take care of myself!" Frustration at being locked up like this exploded. He hated being obligated to do something when he wanted with all his heart, mind and soul to be doing something else.

Cyborg sighed. "I know man, I know. But you gotta understand that The Flock is after you. These are the same guys who took out the last CEO of the last Oil company. These....are the guys who killed my family, Rich. They're the ones responsible for doing this to me" He motioned to his robotic parts. "I just don't wanna hate myself for doing nothing when I know I could have done something."

Rich bowed his head apologetically. "Sorry Cy. Just, I hate being here."

"Why? You got air conditioning, pretty secretary ladies that tend to your every need....." Cy trailed off, wagging his eyebrows at his long time friend.

Richard Chuckled. "Actually, I don't have a secretary anymore, she quit"

"Another one quit? Why?"

"She said I 'worked her to hard. So now I'll need a new personal secretary. Again." He puffed out a frustrated breath.

"Keep droppin like flies, eh?"

"You have no Idea"

"When do you start re-hiring?"

"Now."

As if on que, the door opened to admit a rather large red-headed woman, holding out her large arm to Cyborg, having been briefed before the interview that she wasn't allowed to go near Mr. Greyson for safety reasons. She held out her resume, which Cyborg handed to Rich and sat down.

Cyborg grinned. Looking at the slight Grimace on his best friend's face before it smoothed out into a polite smile.

Cyborg casually tossed the resume to Rich, lowering his voice so only his friend could hear. Cy bit back a chuckle and said.

"And so it begins"

He turned his laugh into a cough when his friend turned to him. Oh, if looks could kill....

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4:30 pm

Raven was only a block away from Wayne Incorporated. On the buildings, bustling with regular city life, were advertisements for peoples products. She looked up, and say a large billboard of a very beautiful red-head with sparkling green eyes. It was the new supermodel that had just burst onto the modeling scene.

"Starfire." Raven mused nonchalantly, as she read the girl's nick name, or real name, she couldn't tell anymore. Everyone nowadays was so enamored with nicknames. It made her wonder if anyone new anyone else by their real names anymore. As it was, she was supposed to meet up with the third partner her father and Slade had. His name was Blood....or something. Was that his real name, or was that just a cover up?

She shook her head as she looked around her, a slight frown marring her features. This was the place right?

"An alleyway? How original." Raven remarked, almost inaudibly.

"I certainly think so." A voice sounded behind her. She turned around to find an elegantly dressed man standing at the end of the alley way, looking very out of place in his expensive Armani suit. His angular features looking amused. "Well, well, well.....so you're Trigon's daughter. Very pretty little thing, aren't you?"

Raven's eyes narrowed, unconsciously widening her stance into something more casually defensive. "And you are?"

He stepped forward, offering her a card. "Call me Blood. Brother Blood." she took the card.

"Domiscus Blood. Corporate Executive of Hive Industries" Raven read, and chuckled dryly. "Fronting as a well respected business man, and hiding your true colors, you've been playing this game well if no one's found you out yet."

Blood shrugged. "It's so hard to be open about running cutthroat businesses these days. People are just too disapproving. And yes. I have been playing this game a very long time, and have gotten good enough to avoid any suspicious eyes. The only problem is that I'm running out of pawns."

"I suppose that you always conduct business in alleyways?"

He sighed. "I suppose you're right. Come. We will speak about these matters at on our way to Wayne Inc.."

They walked out of the alley to see a limo parked on the curve of the street. A woman in a sharp black suit with a peculiar hair design stepped out of the car.

"Brother Blood, would you like me to cancel your meetings?" she asked.

"Yes, Jinx, and call Trigon and Slade. Tell them I've made contacted with Raven"

She bobbed a slight curtsy, casting a curious glance at Raven before scuttling towards the limo, holding open the door for them and waited for them to enter before scuttling into the limo. They didn't have to go very far to get to Wayne inc.

"What exactly am I doing? Aside from another murder" Raven asked.

"You're a present to Mr. Greyson of course." Blood answered loftily.

"A present?"

"My well wishes and congratulations for him becoming a CEO, or course. To show him that Rival corporations can get along."

"Ah. Of course." Raven said, a pinch of sarcasm in her tone. "I suppose it would be an incredible tragedy then, when they find Mr. Greyson dead?"

"Yes. Quite a tragedy. Of course, Hive Corporations will mourn his death, and somehow find the will to go on, honoring Greyson's memory by taking over his company."

"I don't know how you find the strength." Raven deadpanned. "But won't you think that the authorities will connect you to his murder? You are after all, the one who gave him the secretary that caused his death."

"Simple. I will say I have had absolutely no idea that you had such cruel intentions. To the public I will be an outraged, apologetic, sincerely miserable person."

"Ah, and what will happen to the treasonous secretary who killed him?"

"Why, she'll vanish of course."

Raven sighed. Well it seemed that Brother Blood had all this planned out. She did appreciate that he had a plan, but getting close to people wasn't really her area of expertise. Especially with the security Richard seemed to have.

"What makes you think that I can get close to him? I mean he has top notch security." She remarked, somewhat lamely, she knew she could get around any security measure, she just figured it was worth mentioning.

Blood chuckled. "My dear girl, we both know that you're the best at what you do. Besides, don't worry about the Cyborg." He grinned when he saw surprise slit across her face before vanishing. "Your father had no interest in his family, however, I did. He just conveniently placed the death of his parents an your father's door."

More and more twisted. She was starting to get the idea that this wasn't really just about Richard Greyson anymore.

"Ah, we're here." Brother Blood got out of the car and walked towards the large Building, nodding to people as the bowed slightly in respect to him.

Raven trailed after him, instinctively taking in her surroundings in a practiced gesture in case she needed to make a fast escape.

As they entered the building and made their way to the CEO's office, Raven glanced around in slight discomfort as she felt eyes on her, following her as she made her way through the pristine clean hallways.

"Ah, here we are." Blood said. "Now put on your pretty face. Smile and nod"

They entered the Office just as a pretty brunette walked out, huffed in indigence. Raven watched her as she marched off. She couldn't help but think that if the woman had her chin any higher, she would have fallen backwards. She gave a slight nod of her head, and stopped demurely after Brother Blood.

"Domiscus Blood." Robin said standing up from his desk, looking haggard. Raven smirked slightly to herself. Well, since everyone was calling him the Robin. She didn't know why she should call him anything else. Besides, not calling people by their given names made it easier to sever ties with them. "Richard Greyson. How are you?"

Robin sent a fleeting glance to his now stone faced friend. "As well as can be expected. If you count the attempted murder." He chuckled slightly. "But I'm not dead."

'Yet' Raven thought almost subconsciously. She looked up to see the eyes of Cyborg trained on her, looking slightly surprised.

"Who is this?" Robin asked, motioning to Raven after having said his pleasantries to Blood. Raven opened her mouth to answer.

"Rowena Roth. At your service sir." she bobbed a slight curtsy, to the amusement of both young gentlemen and the approval of Blood.

She almost scrunched her face at having almost said her father's given name for her. Honestly she didn't know why she hadn't used that name he had given her. Kairra Ferale. It wasn't as if she disliked the name her father gave her. It was just.....her father had given it to her. That name was associated with too much blood and violence.

Rowena. That was the name her mother had given her. That was before she had conveniently "disappeared" after she had publicly opposed his business. Rowena Roth. She didn't like using that name. It was too pure to be associated with such vile things. But.....she didn't want it exposed to anyone else. It....it belonged to her, the one thing about her that remained untainted. The only gift from her mother that hadn't been brutally wretched away by her father.

She wanted to turn back time and make sure that Kairra was the only name that had left her lips. Just so she could have kept her name, the name that her mother had given her to herself. Something to remind herself that she wasn't as evil as everyone said she was.

But now it was out in the open, it too, would be exposed to the bloodshed. She mourned the loss of the name's innocence; she knew that one she had carried out her job, Rowena Roth would be the name news reporters would say was responsible for Gresyon's murder.

Damnit. Why hadn't she said Kairra Ferale instead?

"Why did you bring her here Blood?" Robin was asking.

"For you of course. She's one of the best employees I have. I thought I might let you hire her, as a congratulatory gift, you could say" Blood answered back.

Cyborg was staring at her with slight suspicion. No doubt running a metal check to see if she had anything that would harm Robin.

Raven was glad she decided to leave her favorite knife at her new apartment. (Even though she had trouble looking for it under all the books she had). It would have been very hard for her to explain why she had a knife with her as she normally did, had she normally had it with her.

"Erm...." Robin said. Trading uncertain looks with his have machine friend.

Raven knew he couldn't turn Blood down without offending him. Blood had cornered him into hiring her. Clever.

Very clever. Raven though, slightly impressed. Blood was right. He was good at this game.

Robin cleared his throat and straightened "Very well. Welcome To Wayne Industries."

She bobbed another little curtsy and smiled slightly at them, hopefully in a 'thank-you-very-much-you-won't-regret-it" kind of way.

"Well!" Blood said, clapping his hands in a satisfactory kind of way, he said his goodbyes to the CEO and said. "Now that I have wished you my congratulations, I have meetings to attend to! I'll take my leave"

To Raven he smiled. "I leave things to you. Ms. Roth. Do your family proud."

Raven's smile was edged. Yes. You'd like that wouldn't you?

With that he swooshed out of the office like a king, Jinx, standing outside the door, scurried after him.

"Well...." Robin said, almost awkwardly. "I guess you should get to work then" He looked down at his desk, contemplated, then snatched a Manila colored folder from the pile. He handed it to her. "Please make 4 copies of these files. Send one copy to me, one to the 36 floor, one to the 13 floor and one to the 2nd floor." When she tepped forward to accept it he smiled at her, his silver blue eyes sparkling.

"Welcome to the Real World, Miss Rowena Roth." He said, his smile making her heart flutter curiously.

The Real world? Raven wanted to say. You have no idea what the real world is.

Instead she smiled enigmatically. "Thank you Mr. Greyson. For giving me this opportunity"

Too bad he didn't know how much of an opportunity he'd just given her.