I stepped out of the airport, my big, black sunglasses covering my face, and my raven hair whipping around me wildly. I tugged my black trench coat tighter around me, and I glanced around, searching for the team that would lead me to my new life.
I spotted a small crowd, and standing on my tip toes, I could see the strangely dressed teenager. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my suitcase, and rolled it towards them. I tried fighting through the crowds, but the fangirls just shoved me away.
I glared, and could feel my red eyes flash. "Hey!" I shouted, causing all the girls and surrounding people to stop and stare. "Get out of my way, before I make you." My eyes flashed again, illuminating the shades, and immediately the crowd dispersed.
The boy with spikey black hair and a cape glared at me - Robin, I assumed. "You're supposed to be laying low," he reminded, and I shrugged.
"It's kind of hard," I told him, lowering the glasses and pointing out my blood red orbs. Those, my deep black hair and all black clothing was basically a neon sign. Except... darker. "So, where am I going? Batman said he had everything set up."
Robin nodded, and motioned for me to follow him. He took me outside, to where a red motorcycle was waiting. He hopped on, pulling a helmet on, and offering another to me.
"Nice ride," I complimented, "but I don't do wheels."
The superhero raised an eyebrow, and after a few moments of a stare down, I huffed, and plopped down behind him, snatching the helmet.
Some of the fangirls glared in envy, and I smirked, waving at them in a 'toodle-loo' way. "Alright, Cape Boy," I sighed, hesitantly holding into his torso, "let's go."
He revved the engine dramatically, and I rolled my eyes as we shot off, heading directly to the bustling city. My tench coat flapped behind me, and I worried that my wings would be seen.
It was a five minute drive to the hotel, and I gasped at the fifteen story building. It was glass, and in front of us was a revolving door. Leaving my suitcase with Robin, I dashed off the bike, and ran into the doors, spinning around until Robin yanked me out on the other side. He shoved my bag into my arms, before pulling out a card key from his pocket.
"Can you act normal, please?" he huffed, leading me to an elevator. Inside, he slid the card into a slot, and hit a button for the penthouse.
"Normal is boring," I shrugged.
He shook his head. "Bruce has you in the penthouse for now. Don't get too excited, it's just until you get a job and your own place; so don't get comfortable."
"Relax," I told him, waving my hand. "I'm only here until you guys are sure I'm not going back to the dark side. As soon as I get the okay, I'm out of here. I'm thinking England or something."
I grinned as he shook his head, and shrugged out of my trench coat. My small black wings fluttered, and I smiled. My halter top had a low back, so my wings wouldn't break, but my black skinny jeans were too tight.
"You can't just walk around like that," Robin scolded, and I sighed, bringing my long raven hair around my shoulder.
"Well you can't expect me to wear a coat 24-7," I shot back.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing a red door with small potted plants on either side. I stepped out after the hero, and watched as he slipped the card key into the door.
"There are cameras," he said, glancing back. "You're going to have to be careful."
"Humans," I snorted, stepping around Bird Boy to enter the penthouse. "Your cameras are weak - they don't show anything that they don't understand." I flapped my wings as I smirked, and turned to take in the room.
The sitting room alone was massive, if not a little overdone. White fluffy carpet ran throughout the room, and black leather couches created a semicircle surrounding a fireplace and a massive flat screen hanging on the wall. A chandelier hung above my head, and the off white walls were covered in artistic black and white photos of the city.
"Not too shabby," I nodded, draping my coat on the back of the couch.
Robin had an icy look, and kept his hand on the door knob. "If you need anything, you have the number to the tower. And don't forget to call Bruce - he wants a full report every night for at least two weeks." He sighed, and stepped back into the hall. "Stay out of trouble, Nyx. The team is prepared to lock you up at a moments notice, and even I'm having trouble trusting Bruce's judgement right now."
"I was given plenty of opportunities to run away," I spat. "If I wanted to go back to that life, don't you think I would have gone by now?"
Bird Boy nodded. "I'll be by in the morning to check in on you."
And then he left, closing the door a little harder than necessary.
Finally, I was left alone. I didn't have cameras tracking my every move. I had a life - well, could have a life.
I stepped over to the large window, and looked down, seeing the leader of the Teen Titans exit the building. I watched him leave before I grabbed my trench coat, and ran to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly until the doors dinged and slid open.
I pushed my sunglasses back over my eyes as I was released back into the main lobby. The concierge have me a worried look as I walked over, but other wise remained calm.
"Can I help you, Miss Nyx?" he asked. He was a blonde, with deep green eyes and his hair swooped to the side.
"Can you call me a car?" I asked. "I think I'm going job hunting."
