I'm sorry. I didn't write for two months straight because of huge writers block. So, I decided to write a ton to put the fanfiction to about the midway point (No this is not that point. That point is about three chapters ahead.), there will be a fic that happens after that point with about a two month time gap until part two of this fic. I am almost done putting the build up to the "6th season" together. You thought that this was just an OC fic didn't you? I am going to explain the importance of them coming in and get on the real route. That I haven't thought that much about at all... I guess this was more of a OC fic than I realized.

Now since you have read this far and dealt with my absence.

Enjoy.

Chapter 13

Bumble Bee's Vision:

The blonde girl rushed over to the boy lying on the ground with a bullet in his head. "No. No. No. No. NO!" she muttered in Bulgarian over the darker skined boy. The robbers pulled her up roughly by the arm. Her large sunglasses dropped off revealing her large green eyes. They began to say something in English with weird accents.

"Damn it! The boss wants lots of metas and we killed one. Luckily, he might just overlook it if we bring him back the blond. Cat eyes. Those are pretty rare, right?" asked the one with the gun pointed at Himmel.

"Yeah, who knows how much other junk she could have hidden away. Faster healing, maybe even complete regeneration," commented the man who had the gun pointed at the civilians.

She couldn't protect them. Without Himmel there was no way she could avoid all those bullets and keep the hostages alive. She'd have to wait until they were in the get-away vehicle to make her move with Himmel-.

Himmel, they were going to leave him there! He could still be alive! He had to be alive. Somehow he had to be alive. Somehow. somehow," she thought to herself while being dragged by the men. One of them stopped and shouted at the man who had shot Himme in English. Why was she using Himmel's name so much?

"Man, don't leave the corpse there! It could be used as evidence! There may be something left that the boss could use. We killed him, but the boss will be more mad if we don't let him have something to do with himself and his pet scientist," said the one dragging a old woman to a van.

"That guy gives me the creeps. Besides, didn't we get the blonde for that?" whined the younger guy with a goatee.

"Dude just go along with it. She'll blab the first time he pulls out the pliers. No fun for him. Who knows how much we can get out of the Titans if we send the head one of their new additions," said a third man with long eyelashes.

"Titans aren't in town. They may not even know these runts," gripped one with the goatee that had a to go back and get Himmel's- no just Himmel for now.

"We'll get ransom some other way then. Maybe just sell her on the black market, the cute ones always go for more," snickered Mr. Lashes.

The first guy rolled his eyes as the other members of the gang waited impatiently to leave. He threw Himmel over his shoulder and they proceeded to walk out guns raised in defiance to the police. A group of vans pulled up and the men loaded the loot in. Himmel was dumped on top of her and another female hostage. They tied her up while the rest of the hostages were allowed to go without.

Ow. Ropes hurt.

"You can't be dead Himmel! You can't just die on me! Get up! This might just be the worse thing we've dealt with but don't die on me. You can't die on me. We just got here. We need to save these people!" Sofia whispered frantically to Himmel in Bulgarian.

A old lady looked at her pityingly, the girl was trying to forget the fact that Himmel was dead. Poor thing. she wasn't speaking English so the boy had been her translator. She needed him to be alive, he had to be alive. this couldn't happen, life was hell but together they could deal with things. She couldn't do anything alone, everything that she had to put the civilians out of danger and the bad guys nabbed depended him. For anything to work it all depended on them to work together, an inseparable duo.

They had been through too much for him to die. If one goes they all go. What had just happened, was that Himmel was irreversibly gone. Cat began to cry. She hadn't cried like this since the day she wound up at the church, alone, cold, without any real memories, and her mother she didn't even remember hadn't come. It was those kinds of tears.

The kind when you know you've lost everything.

Aqualad's Vision:

The room was too dark to see anything well. It was a vast hall or a cavern, just a room wouldn't be enough, it was just so big and empty with a ceiling that was too high to climb up to. It was empty except for the pillar or plinth that she was chained to with heavy bonds that did not rust. All around her were bodies, and in the corner a furnace. She tried to distract herself with anything and everything that did not have to do with that room that her eyes saw with a perfect vision that she didn't want right now.

The sky, big and blue, night or day it was never a pure black that was scary in its absoluteness like this ceiling was, no don't think of that ceiling. The grass, warm and soft, always having a feeling of tranquility to it even if she rarely saw it. .

Everything started at the Orphanage. Everything started in the Winter, when it was at it's coldest, and there was no warmth at all. Everything started in that basement Underground, where they had hurt Himmel-forever changing him. These things just keep repeating themselves, an endless loop. Different people constantly fitting the pattern. First it was Himmel and me, now Himmel is gone, "I must fill in the gaps."

The Teen Titans is nothing but the orphanage for young heroes without a way. The Winter stays the same, cold and biting no matter where you go. I am now in Himmel's place, to be changed beyond repair, but there is no Himmel to replace me as the finder of the broken. I'm alone now at another underground orphanage plagued by winter.

Why does everything start in winter?

I meet Himmel in winter, twice. Once in the shady alley where we hid from the wind and the adults. Then in the dark underground hallway that stretched on forever. I followed him from the alley to the place. I climbed up a drain pipe and struggled through a window to meet him. A bunch of adults were in a circle on the floor, and I did not want to go there. Something came out of the strange drawing they had made in red, it wasn't human and it wasn't a monster. It was like I had scrawled on air with a language that I didn't know, the thing only imitated shape.

Then I saw the other people. These people weren't helping with the drawing-creature, they were scared of it. When the monster just left black writing on the floor and walls. One of the people was dragged to the middle of the diagram, I instinctively knew better than to stay and watch. A man opened a door with a staircase while dragging a boy with him; I rushed after him without thinking.

Dropping out of the window to the shelf below, then running to the door. Somehow the people didn't catch on and I ran through. There were a lot of stairs going down and down. Finally it evened out, showing a long space filled with cells. Kids, or inky things that resembled people in some cases, were inside them with their heads down. I kept walking toward the end of the hall way.

I saw the boy I had met being tossed into a cell by the guard. Once the man walked away with his flashlight I snuck up to the cell, it really helps when people can't see in the dark. He was in the corner, still standing up, his expression one of apathy. I picked the lock with ease, all of the orphans learned quickly and I'm a quick study. I walked up and gave him a hug hello, he seemed to need it. All along his face there was trails of writing that wouldn't come off no matter how much I rubbed at it, and it just kept moving away from my blanket edge.

Footsteps began from down the hall way getting louder and louder, the man was coming back. I think it became obvious then that I wasn't going to get the ink off his face, none of it had even gotten on my blanket. He pushed me to the shadows, or at least what I think were the shadows that he could see. It's hard to tell with cat eyes were dark places are supposed to be.

Either way I kept away from the glaringly bright oval of light on the ground and followed them up again. Just before the door way I made an executive and really dumb decision: tackle the guy. If the element of surprise hadn't been on my side he probably would have just hit me on the head or killed me and that would be that. I tackled the guy on the last turn on the staircase before the door.

I didn't think it would actually work.

It wasn't due to me for the most part though, turned out that the weird writing managed to the make his legs better than possible. He kicked the man and down the man crashed on every stair. Other people came in and they fought them. They became battered, bruised, and exhausted but they kept at it. Finally the people had stopped coming. They had walked out and-

Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop. Plip. Black Cat was shook out of her forced reminiscence to protect her sanity by the sound of something coming closer. It was the white monster that sometimes changed its shape, behind it was always something more monstrous. The torturer that wore a white mask.

Speedy's Vision:

"What am I doing? This doesn't feel right," she thought while sneaking towards the opponent with a red bandanna. The ring was surrounded by an uplifted wooden platform amphitheater cheering people betting their savings away on convicts or crafty children that sometimes had powers. Busty waitresses in skimp dresses served bear and cigarettes to the men in the stands who placed money on the paddle a man in a blue suit held out to them, the same waitresses that gave them old milk and little bread and the same man who beat the with that paddle. Tonight was what the people that didn't fight called "a good night".

If you fought then there was no such thing as a good night, every night was hell. Some nights were worse than others, like this guy was about to feel. The blonde child felt the slightest bit of remorse for what she was about to do, sometimes the adults weren't convicts but just men trying to bring home enough to feed their own children. She then scolded herself on being so weak, and decided that a clean cut up his leg would work. Her knife was dull but it worked make sure the match was finally called; if you won a match, you got more food. If you didn't win, you were beat.

If you were beat by the opponent, you would die.

The crowd let out a roar of approval for those who had bet on her. To others the light would have seemed weak, dim and smoky; well, it was smokey just not dim or weak. The man in the blue suit snapped, and the red bandanna guy was pulled out of the ring. He glared at the blonde with his hand poised to snapped again; she dropped the knife. The bandanna tied around her head was slipping and she pulled it up while he yanked her hand into the air.

"To the Black Cat of Sofia!" He shouted at the men and woman in the club. Regardless of bets people cheered. The underdog had won, that was always a nice surprise to many of the visitors. Some of the regulars knew that the man had been the underdog in this darkly light fighting ring. She was escorted out by two large guards where the man's large grin turned into a mean sneer, she held out her arms straight in front of her to be cuffed.

The muscle cuffed her and led her down the many cells underneath the top of the bar. Dust began to coat her from the shaking floorboards above, children in other cells looked out at her with scared eyes, down to the second to last cell. One of the muscle pushed her towards a woman that handed her two cups of watery milk and a half a loaf of bread. Apparently the match had been good for the spectators, two glasses of milk meant that they acknowledged the fact that Shadow and her shared food.

Shadow, in addition to being hand cuffed, also had his ankles cuffed and bolted to the ground after being weighted down with large heavy metal balls. Despite this when he heard the cell open and saw her standing there he gave a weak smile. They put the children in weird costumes to make them stand out, hers: a pair of black leggings, black shorts, a red vest, and a black bandanna; his: a white hoddie, gray sweat pants, thin shoes that they replace every once in a while, and a white bandanna.

She sat down next to him and held out the milk, helping him to drink it. She set her own glass aside for later, breaking apart the hard bread, dunking it into the last remnants of the milk, and then feeding him it. She gulped down the last of the milk and ate a little of her bread.

"Next, for your entertainment we will bring three people and two beasts into the fight: the murderer JACK BARON, the arsonist LISA BROWN, the wolf Beo, the bear Wern, and finally the boy who we found in Egypt-cursed beyond all recognition-our," the man paused for a breath and a bit of yelling to die down, "WHITE SHADOW!"

"See you soon Scribble," the cat eyed girl said. The men began to undo the chains on him one by one.

"See you soon Inky," the cursed boy replied. The cheering would drown them out soon enough.

Hopefully, they would make it out alive. If one of them went away they both would die, after all, it's too damn hard to survive hell on your own.

Mas's Vision:

Down in the cellar of whatever it was used for, currently held a melancholy blonde in a large black jacket sulking on her thin cot. It was weird to be alone, nothing to do, no one to talk to or about, nothing around her in a way that would allow for something to be.

"Alone. I really, really hate being alone," Black Glass thought. Living for revenge didn't fill anything, Himmel was still gone, no contacts to learn what the heck happened, the only people who could tell her anything would be the Titans. She couldn't just waltz up to the people that let Himmel get killed on their watch, and even if they were away someone should have been there. She sat up suddenly.

Who would have been there if the TEEN Titans weren't? That was an obvious answer, they had called someone in to fill their shoes before- The Titans EAST. The Titans East would have been there to look over things, it wasn't a one-team five-member show, there were plenty of people who could and would have been called in if they weren't there. Not one of them had been there that day, using the excuse of not knowing the city wouldn't work. Himmel and her had figured out plenty of maps before, even the ones in English!

There was no reason whatsoever that they wouldn't have back up. She understood why he didn't move, there had been a kid behind him no way would either of them move if another kid was in danger. They thought that they would have back up though, and they were left to fend for themselves. That here they wouldn't be alone in the fighting. She couldn't just try to talk to the regular Titans. If the Titans East were coming nearby though... That was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

She walked over to the "My-Phone" that she had pilfered from the remains of her imprisonment. It was hard to opperate as it only had English, French, Spanish, and German. There was one app on it though that had been heavily used by the blonde: ScanTrans. An app that allowed documents such as pictures to be scanned and translated into Bulgarian or any other language.

Online there were many articles about the the Titan's Fourth of July Party they were having to show that they weren't scared of anything that Black Glass could throw at them. All it took was a couple of taps and she was good to go. The Titan's Tower had a ton of glass and a generator on the roof to cut the power as shown in the safety procedures that had been posted for the media and special guests of the evening's safety.

Google Search: Titans East Members

Bumble Bee: Leader of the Titans East. Meta human. Powers include flight, super strength, and the ability to change size at will. Fights with two yellow "B" shaped electrocuting "stingers". Highly Athletic and smart. Trivia: Only Female Member. Speculated to be in a relationship with Herald (Honorary Teen Titans Member).

Speedy: Member of the Titans East. Human. No superpowers, instead fights with a bow and variety of custom made arrows that can explode, pierce armor and reel in those that have been shot. Former side-kick of Green Arrow. Highly Athletic though vain. Trivia: In many fanfictions has been paired up with Aqualad as a love interest. Has been compared and mistaken for Robin of the Teen Titans many times by passers by. Also has quite a few commercials for various health products.

Aqualad: Member of the Titans East. Meta human/Atlantian. Has the power to communicate to aquatic animals through telepathy, breath underwater, and make girls fall in love with him on the spot unconsciously. No weapons. Trivia: In the Titans East he alone is allowed to leave for weeks on end in order to deal with Atlantian criminals.

Mas y Menos: Members of the Titans East. Twin brothers from Guatemala. Mas is the younger twin, and Menos is the older twin. The two are meta humans that can super speed at several times the speed of sound, but only when they are touching. Can only speak Spanish. Have been hinted at being able to sense the whereabouts of the other twin in interviews.

Google Search: Abandoned Theme Parks in Jump City.

The Water Park: an old Theme park on the waterfront that has now been turned into a haunted house for Halloween.

Menos's Vision:

"Shadow? When does he think anyways? He hurt himself, he can't fight crime. That's the rules! We came up with that a long time ago," Black Cat muttered angrily, as she pulled the curtain of their lean-to away.

White Shadow was on the ground and sweating with lots of red spots all over him. The curse wasn't helping matters but coming to life at the worst possible moments, increasing his pain. This was really bad, it wasn't like this when she went out to get bread and soup from the kitchen down the street. Cat crumpled to the ground next to him for a moment, dropping the bread. She had enough presence of mind to keep all of the soup off the floor, or most of it anyways.

She set the two food items out of the way and ran out side. There had to be some tourist that would have pity on a blonde girl and come with her to the poor district to help her friend. Damn it! What was the odds she'd find someone both capable and foolish enough to follow her and get White Shadow to help? Unless she made them help.

A tall blonde foreigner in a suit was waiting at a vendor selling moussaka. First she tried to pull on his sleeve, he brushed her off while looking at the potato pastry hungrily. Then she yanked his wallet out of his hand when he tried to pay the man. That lead to a chase that went through entirety of Bulgaria's poor district, even in a suit that man was fast.

She climbed up a fire escape and jumped over a few buildings. She landed near a roof entrance before turning to face him.

"Why did you steal my wallet?" Steve Trevor asked perplexed and panting on the roofs in the poorer districts of Sofia. The blonde that didn't fit in with the city had was standing outside a makeshift lean to with a curtain for privacy.

"You come, foreigner. Yes you. Help. Shaso," the girl said in broken English with a heavy Bulgarian accent.

"You could have just asked," Steve Trevor said calmly. The girl grunted while trapping her foot, her impatience getting across the language barrier. He resigned himself to helping her with the knowledge that if a street kid walked up to an outsider they needed help really bad. Steve swore when he saw the boy named Sasho, this was something that public health officials in America might call ground zero.

He picked the boy up and let himself be lead down the rooftops. She pushed people past and ran back at traffic lights to anxiously look at the boy. They didn't belong very well in the city but they worked together with it in such a way that it made everyone else seem to be an outsider. He let himself be lead though the town to the hospital. The lobby wasn't packed and they managed to push and shove their way to the front. The receptionist took one look at the girl's ragged form and sighed.

"Sweetheart, we can't treat every cut and bruise that you bring in from your vigilante expeditions. Shouldn't you two be in school by now anyways?" the receptionist said in Bulgarian to the blonde girl, typing away at her computer.

Well that just wasn't going to work, as Menos could see from an outsiders standpoint, when the man slammed his fist down in a quick motion. Startled, the receptionist looked up at the sharply dressed man who showed her the critical condition the boy was in along with a strong American accent and badge. The receptionist paled and pressed a button, rapidly speaking into the phone line. The strange man looked down at her and gave her a smile and a thumbs-up. The blonde was quiet for a moment until she gave a huge smile and a thumbs up back.

"Work on your accent kid and you can do that sort of thing. Grammar isn't taken all that seriously," advised the dirty blonde man in front of her. He left to argue some more with a nurse. Shadow was being wheeled away by doctors and nurses. She abandoned the odd man and ran to stay near him. There came a point when they put him in something called, 'карантина'. The weird American swore when he heard the translation and some other colorful language in English, he and her were walked into the room where they had put Inky.

Steve sat down with a sigh. He was stuck in quarantine on a diplomatic mission with two children that barely spoke English, one of which probably wasn't speaking at all. How to kill time without wanting to kill himself? The blonde girl at least looked like she could speak a little English, time to show her how to speak American English. First rule of getting by in another country. Eliminate all traces of an accent.

The suited man whistled to get her attention off the boy. The cat eyed girl in a white and gold mask turned to him. "You want to learn a little English? It will help you," Steve said. Suddenly, she grinned knowingly with her eyes dancing.

"I know: Mother F*****!"

"Lets start with how to say your name, we can get into curses all you like latter. I think it's something you would be taught either way," Steve muttered the last part under his breath wondering who taught a little blonde girl the F-bomb. He then realized that his little swear fest for the idiot doctors was copied and pasted into the 7 year-old's vocabulary. Diana was going to kill him for corrupting the youth of another country. Yet, another country... How to explain this mess.

Reality

Bumble Bee shot up with surprise at waking up then scowled. Those men were not going to get away. Human trafficking was one of the worse things you could possibly do, by both moral and law standards. Black Cat didn't have an inkling of English to her name, but her memory was good. Clear as crystal, if those men were found somewhere, she would be there. Even without knowing English, it made the Titans seem incompetent to anyone who wasn't in the know.

That was a betrayal of everything that the Titans were supposed to stand for. Why weren't they informed of this? The police records should have shown something for this. By now this should have turned up, unless the police were corrupted.

Speedy jerked away from the plane of glass desperately. Black Cat apparently wasn't such a good name after all, nor was White Shadow without malice to it. This explained why and where she had learned to fight though. What could have happened to that kid to wind up in a dog-fight illegal combat arena? More importantly though, how did she get out?

Her friend and her didn't look like they would be leaving anytime soon by the glimpse he saw. The archer scowled at the memories that he had experienced via the glass. If he ever had a kid, he was never letting them up for adoption. One life lesson that had been proved just about a hundred times over by this girl. A parent is needed to make sure that kids don't get screwed over.

Aqualad came to with one desperate thought, it all starts in orphanages. He blinked when he realized that he was no longer underground about to be tortured. It felt like he was in her skin. She was trying to become lost in her memories, but he was the one left in her skin shivering at the damp, cold air. It had been hazy, as she had been trying to fill in the details as she recalled what happened so long ago.

He had no idea what the monster or the torturer was, he knew that they deserved whatever they had coming. If it was coming from him, her, the law, or something else he wasn't so sure. The amount of fear that he had felt when that man had come in was like she had been murdered or raped. If that guy had raped her, he wasn't getting away. Sofia had been like a neglected little kid, wandering around the house looking for someone to talk to at the island. Hurting little kids were his limit.

Mas suddenly felt a pang after he was released from the vision. She hadn't meant to hurt them even in the beginning. It was to see how people would react, how to test what the Teen Titans had chosen to be apart of their group, and where to set the bar. All that planning, it was really quite impressive to be honest. Lots of villains didn't plan, or when the plan goes awry, they don't get up after the fight either.

How did all of that information get online though? Maybe Aqualad's and Speedy's fanbases had gone a little overboard. She made very few mistakes, and thought things out, didn't give up until her leg was broken. If she was going to be rehabilitated then they'd have set some rules on when she was allowed to fight. If she did become a hero again, then she wouldn't be fighting for at least a few weeks.

Menos jerked awake, that hadn't felt like a second or two, that had covered hours. Footsore. Nervous. Hours. Not knowing is the worst when it comes to your family. It was a little ironic though, she was worried about him fighting with injuries, but over the course of a few days she had managed to get into a worse position. Broken leg, multiple scrapes, not sure about infections at the moment, but that didn't excuse it.

Menos nodded to himself. Family is family, and if she didn't go to jail then she was going to be apart of his and Mas's surrogate family: The Titans. That is if Robin didn't persist in being a stick in the mud like he had one up his. Oh, got to tell Mas about this.