SO! This is the longest fanfic I have made were I am very into writing it! I hope everyone is enjoying it, and I look forward to getting your reveiws! Tell me if there are any pairings you might like to see, I might be able to do a oneshot of them!
Raven knocked gently on Wolfs door, Zanza, Starfire, Korva, and Beastboy had all gone out to get some things for christmas, telling Raven and Wolf since they needed gifts they would have to stay home this time. Wolf had been fine with that, his bones still hurting from wene he was in his animal form. Raven walked into his room and looked around, seeing him laying on the bed wearing just his jeans. It looked like he had fallen asleep part way through getting dressed, a plain black shirt next to him.
Raven walked over and looked down at him with a small frown, his back, sides, chest, all of his body really, was covered in tribal marksings that marked him with what looked like the bones of a wolf, the tattoos were very pale, almost invisible, she traced a small tattoo on his sholder, one that formed a cross with a quote under it, simplely saying 'I was born a monster, I live as a man, I will die a man.'
She sat down and frowned sadly, she knew she had alwease been strange, but the monks on Azerath had never treated her baddly, Wolf had been a slave once, forced to fight in pits, sometimes to the death, but not often, his owner made a very large amount of money off him, having people think a blind fighter would lose all the time. Wolf frowned in his sleep and curled up slightly, muttering a name softly to himself. "...Sa...Sara..." Raven gasped and ran from the room, tears streaming down her face at the name. Sara, the woman who had freed Wolf, and died to save him.
Wolf woke with a start and sat up, pushing himself into a sitting postion with just his right arm, forgeting for a moment he didnt have a left, he almost fell flat on his face. He pulled his shirt on, not bothered that it had no sleeves at all, he walked out of his room and stretched, deciding if he wanted to go out and get something to drink other then coffee. He considered bringing Raven, but decided he would leave a note and pick up a christmas presant for her on his way home.
He walked for about ten minutes, getting a few strange looks becuse he was wearing a light jacket well it snowed, but he didnt mind the cold to much. He walked into a small coffee shop and frowned at the sudden quite, he looked at the menu, then he walked up to the counter, fighting to get his wallet open without dropping it. "Hi, could I get a large espresso with a shot of rasberry in it, please?" He looked up to see what the cost was, but frowned at the glare the cashier was giving him, he frowned more went he felt something soft and wet hit his back, thinking it felt oddly like a ball of slush.
The cashier pointed to the front door and grinned visciously. "No dogs allowed in my shop, get out before I call the pound." Needless to say, this shocked Wolf almost as much as the shouts coming from behind him. "Freak!" "Stupid animal!" "Steal any babies recently!" But the one that hurt the most was a young girl "Moster! You should go get put down!" The cashier folded his arms and glared with a smug smile. "We all know you arent human, your some kind of dog monster, paper says you eat babies, now get out of m-"
He was cut off by the sound of a old woman smashing the glass display of his counter with her cane, looking over he was even more shocked to see it was his own grandmother. "How dare any of you judge this boy?" Her accent was a heavy Irish drawl. "He has saved this city, along with his freinds, I have seen it, he saved me, pulling me away before the crazy light man could hit me." The cashier snorted and frowned. "This freak wouldnt save you from Dr. Light, he would laugh as you were killed, Grandmother." The slap that fallowed left the young man on the floor, a bright red hand print on his face.
"None of you have the right to say anything bad of this man, in my old home country, we have storys of men with tattoos like him, men who could become animals, or beasts, they are protecters, and you call him names? Tell him to kill himself? You all disgust me, you call on the Teen Titans to save you, and wene he helps them, the thanks he gets is disgusting, i am ashamed that my daughter could not raise a better man, one who knows the old storys, you all should be ashamed. Do you feel strong? A group against a man who gave up his own arm to save his sister? You all know what happened, we have seen the film of it, one foolish man got it all for you to see, and you take that love and turn it against him? I am ashamed to call any of you freinds, get out of my shop, now, and you."
She turned and glared at her grandson, for a woman so old time had bent her till she stood at 4 foot 3, and given her wrinckles so deep they seemed to be carved into her face, she still made him cower. "Never come in here again, you no longer work here." She turned to Wolf as the crowd slowly shuffled out, all of them with looks of sorrow, or shame on their faces, none of them able to meet the old womans face. "I will get you a drink, please, sit." She shuffled behind the counter and with suprising swiftness, made the drink he had asked for, a large cup of hot chocolate for herself. She sat at the table with Wolf, and looked at him, her cane hanging from the arm of her chair.
Wolf looked at her and grinned alittle. "Im sorry about the broken glass, Grandmother, I will pay for a new pane to be put in." The old woman waved the offer away and sipped her drink. "Do not worry about that, I have money put away to fix such things." Wolf nodded and slowly sipped his drink, his eyes partly closed. "It is good to see you so well, Grandmother." She laughed and waved her cane at him gently. "Dont start 'Grandmothering' me, You are much older then me, Wolf, we both know that you will live well past me, and well past the age wene my family dies out." Wolf shrugged and watched the womans dark brown eyes. "Perhaps, but who am I to tempt fate, Grandmother?" He grinned at the nick-name for her, having called her that often, wene she was young and fussed over everything like a mother hen.
She closed her eyes and smiled, showing the few teeth she had left. "My sister loved you, she knew you would never marry, so she looked to you like a brother, or a father, thank you, for leaving the flowers at her grave, she alwease did love Moon-Blooming-Lillies." Grandmother closed her eyes again and folded her hands over her cane, letting Wolf wipe the tears from his eyes in privacy. "Thank you, Grandmother, Sara was lucky to have a older sister such as you." He stood up and kissed Anya on the forhead, making the old womans wrinkles bunch up into a wonderfull smile. "Come and see me some time, Grandmother Anya, my sister would love to meet you, and thank you, and Sara, for getting me away from Hestrano, he was a cruel man, made rich off the blood on my hands." He turned and left the shop, leaving the old woman he called Grandmother to rule her domain, and to remember that even to young foolish girls sneaking in to see a pit fight, could change the world by a act of kindness.