A/N: Second chapter! Not likely to be as long as the first chapter, but we'll see.

Disclaimer: All DC characters belong to DC comics. And Teen Titans TV series belong to Glen Murakami. Again, non-profitable entertainment.

Okay, here we go.

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Drifting… swaying… drowning…

She was feeling this. Her mind heavily induced by her muddled memories flooding – flooding and breaking down the dam she subconsciously barricaded, not so long ago. The aches and scars littering her heart consumed her, as her flesh was too durable to sustain such heinous marks.

"How is she?" there it was, that voice she became so attracted to almost in an instant. The tone was not so deep, smooth albeit roughened. She had heard voices that were deeper, smoother, and alluring… but somehow this voice outshines and rings akin to a lulling instrument. Just hearing his voice loud and clear, but with words beyond her knowledge, dampers the traumatic muddling and gave her feeble mentality a bit of strength.

"She is recovering…" the vocals of this one sounds deeper, scratched and distant, but can still be deciphered to belong to a female. "I sense agony marring her heart. Wherever she was prior has scarred her for life…" she can feel something cool placed on her forehead, a kind of appendage; so relaxing. "I advise all of you to be cautious when she wakes, she may become defensive again if we impose any form of threat to her."

"But she's blind, ain't she?" a booming voice, definitely owned by a man of broad shoulders. "Though the girl's eyes have no pupils, it was easy to tell they're unfocused. Even when they glowed."

"I think that was a temporary effect," that soothing voice again. "I saw her eyes become vibrant while she looked at me. Maybe someone blinded her as restraint, like those weird cuffs. Hard evidence that she was escaping."

"But from what?" an alto tone, feminine. "From who?"

"I dunno…" the soothing voice sounds a bit… frustrated? "And I don't think she can tell us – with her alien language – and it's more than plausible that she doesn't know English. This is something I haven't faced; an extraterrestrial case."

There was a metallic sliding sound, and then another voice; a jubilant male. "Hey my people! How's our alien goddess?"

The alto female tone sighed. "She's fine, Flashy. Just a bit disoriented is all."

"Hm…" the hyper male replied. "So what's the plan, boss? I mean, whatta we to do with her?"

There was a thudding coming closer to where she laid, the soothing voice sounding nearer. "We are figuring it out."

There was a minutely pause. "I can only think of two scenarios," that alto tone spoke again. "On one side, she's a felon running from an intergalactic authority. On the other, she's the victim and is trying to free herself from oppressors…" she paused for a moment. "Robin, I hope you don't mind me saying this—"

"Not at all," the soothing voice assured.

"Okay… I don't at all believe she's the bad one. When I think about our showdown last night, not once did she appear crude or malicious or any traits of a villain. She looked really desperate and scared, trapped… from what or who we've yet to find out. Call it woman's intuition or whatever, but something keeps saying we should help her."

It was quiet for a time. Just when the girl was ready to drift – this time in comfort – the soothing voice spoke. "I don't think it's just a woman's intuition Donna… because I've been feeling the same thing." Some more thuds, this time going farther away. "Either way we can't let our guard down. We'll wait until she wakes up, and observe her reaction towards us. If it's too much then we'll acquire reinforcement…"

"From daddy bat?" the broad man asked, with something strange in his tone—as if he was not serious with what he said.

The soothing voice grumbled. "I don't need his help."

The metallic sliding sounded again with a new voice, higher than all the rest, but can still tell it was a male. "Dude, is she up yet?" fast thuds came close to her, and she vaguely felt someone over her – big eyes observing her. "Dude! Haven't any of you noticed how her outfit's in par with Princess Leia's iconic metal bikini when she was held captive in the palace of Jabba the Hutt, at the start of Return of Jedi? You hafta be crazy not to notice—"

A shiver subtly quivered her spine as she felt the loom of a dark aura. There was a squeal and incoherent mumbling coming from the chattery male.

"I'm rendered surprise that you even know what 'par' means…" the impassive voice of the first female said. "We should leave and let her rest," The girl can hear the metallic sliding sound along with various sounds of thuds on the surface, distancing from her. One particular set of thuds came close, and again she felt someone looking over her still body.

"Umm…" the soothing voice sounded unsure of what to say. "Get well, I guess…" More thuds and the metallic sliding again.

It was very quiet where she was now, and she slipped deep again.

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Someone screamed a certain word… or a name… then series of implosive flashes and a demolishing outbreak rang. Her body sharply jerked before her eyes snapped opened. Gasping, she gathered her surroundings – whiteness everywhere, and this soft surface she was laying on smells so fresh and peculiar. She picked up faint scents, so those other beings were in here… how long ago she could not guesstimate.

Anxiously she used her shaky arms to support her upright, momentarily surprised that they're were free from their constraint; until she remembered the comely male that freed her. Given time to restore some strength, carefully she swung her legs and recoiled at the foreign coldness that met her heated soles. Steadily she stood and grasped the metal bars of the soft surface to balance herself; she noticed she wasn't wearing her heels and found them laying on smaller surface with her headpiece, and after debating briefly she decided against retrieving them. She staggered across until she caught herself from falling on a clean-cut rampart. Her hands roamed for an exit, reaching far left she was startled as a segment of the barrier skidded apart; she recognized that metallic sliding sound. The segment enclosed, curiously she outstretched her hand and the segment reopened. Upper appendages braced, she carefully sidestepped to the opening and peered through…

This corridor was different from the Citadel's fortress – its texture looked smooth to the touch, the hue muted and quite welcoming. Her toes curled into fuzziness as she stepped through the threshold – strange, this surface was not as hard and kind of warm. She managed not to jump at the clang of the panel shutting. Quivery legs doesn't yield her motive, because she needed to find him, to express gratitude… to cater his every whim.

Golden fingers ran over the texture of the strange barrier, and as she felt some susceptibility in its structure she began deeming it a less defensive apparatus. She wandered aimlessly, clueless of where she was and her destination; her mind pictured the young male donned in bright colors, his hair rivals nighttime and unkempt, his face a mysterious cover, and his voice…

Sharp coldness stabbed her fingertips and startled her shoulders to shudder. Another metal panel, double panels as she observed closely. Her talons dug into the cleft in between, and no sweat did the metal whine and bend to her strength. It was stark inside, her nostrils whiffed some rust and different metals – many she does not recognize. There was a thick cord hanging at the center, and figuring this was the passage she should take, she leapt unbound grace, gripped firmly and climbed. While ascending she spotted more panels, but her conscience said to keep going. Sooner than later she reached the dead-end and was met with double-panels larger than the last five; this was it.

She leaped and balanced the balls of her feet on the slim slate, vaguely glad to have left her heels behind. Once again her sharp nails dug through the division and coerced an opening. She stepped into the corridor and wandered down until she found another hall to her right; grand double-panels. Curiosity overriding her intention she pattered and prepared her fingers – when the metallic sliding was heard. Then she gasped, not believing her eyes…

She had never seen an area quite like it, it was not as grand as the many fortresses and palaces she vaguely remembers, but somehow this room outshines every imperial stronghold converged as one. The machines were so sleek, these furniture appeared comfy and springy, and this huge box; she tapped on the peculiar dark glass, not knowing what to make of it. Behind the large screen… an enrapturing view; the small land of this tall fortress was surrounded by sparkly blue liquid, reflecting the tang of the sky. She touched the glass, for once not shaking to the cool surface, and colored enchanted as she gazed beyond the scape presented. She was entranced most at the bright solar star, its beams blanketing her skin, giving her nutritious energy. Enthralled as the morning star risen, she didn't hear that metallic sliding sound.

Kid Flash marched proudly into the common room, whistling a randomly happy tune. I'm thinkin' a nice big bowl of Cocoa Puffs – who knows how long before Wondy's up to make omelets. Jumping over the bar because he could, he struts to the fridge. While rummaging gaily for some milk, scatting a new happy tune, the alien girl's ear tweaked once then twice before swerving around, planting her back against the transparent shield as she eyes him critically. Kid Flash, still oblivious, stretched to his toes to get a bowl from the cabinet, then bent to grab a spoon from the drawer. And only, as he turned for the cupboard, does he finally see he's not alone in the common room.

Tick…

Tock…

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A/N: My apologies that this chapter is so much shorter than the last! But I felt it was the right moment to end this chapter and save the big confrontation for the third one.

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Much obliged!