"Wait! So, you're the sister of Dylan, Neville, and Xander Covington?!" Gar asked, evidently excited upon meeting Bev in her proper form.
Bev couldn't shake the suspicion of Dick already suspecting her to be Batfever. She'd have to keep a low profile. She was pacing what she classified as the living room.
"We should stay on point!" Hank scolded, turning a glare to the auburn haired female.
"Rose Red is who we should worry about!" Bev half shouted, watching some of the Titans since.
"Why would Red want to harm us?" Kory asked, unsure if she should buy into it.
"I've been watching you lot," Bev announced, shutting her eyes at the forming migraine.
"You've been the one stalking us! How can we be sure you're not working with Deathstroke?" Rachel blurted, causing Bev to wince at the harsh accusation dripping from the girl.
"Red was working with Deathstroke. I've been watching my family. Not you, lunatics!" Bev angrily justified herself, glaring at the ones so quick to make judgements.
"Was?" Dick lifted an eyebrow.
"He went rogue, stopping upon being around y'all. I don't understand what made him snap to brainwash Rose, but he did. You have two villians to worry about, now." Bev explains, feeling the blood rush to her head. Her sugar was low.
She was in need of sweets to balance out her blood sugar.
"You've been watching, shouldn't you know?" Rachel snapped. The red gem on her forehead began to glow.
Bev straightened in her position against the glass wall. She narrowed her eyes into a glare at the blue haired girl.
"I almost died by the hands of my brother. Don't take that tone with me, little girl." Bev hissed with her eyes turning red to show her temper.
Rachel cowered, but didn't back down. Her eyes turned a demon black like nothing Bev had seen before.
Bev took a step from the Titans. She shook her head vigorously. Her eyes narrowed on Dick in an accusatory manner, "How could you bring the devil into your lives?!"
Rachel winced, coming down off her high horse. She grew sad while Bev didn't buy her cool demeanor.
"Rachel isn't the devil!" Gar was quick to defend the girl he was crushing on.
"I once had an affair with a guy who...what do you think happened to me for being stupid? These red eyes! Your girlfriend will destroy our good planet!" Bev angrily hissed, rushing for the elevator door.
The others mouths were agape at Bev's outburst.
Tears began falling from the eyes of Rachel.
Bev managed to bump into a dark haired male with eager cobalt eyes, wearing a black Superman shirt. A spark of electricity ran through her veins, slowing the woman a bit as her eyes briefly locked with curious blue. Did she stop to ask? Maybe, she should have stopped to ask who the Superboy was, but she didn't feel it to be her place.
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"Now, we put our next course of action into play!" hissed Red, softly poking her cheekbone.
Rose grimaced. She'd fight her former lover if she knew she'd live afterwards. Thanks to Bev, her memories came flooding back. The ones where she officially broke it off with Red. She should have known the ginger had done plenty of the planting thanks to the help of her father.
"What is our next course of action?" asked Rose curiously. She feigned her brainwash state as if she were an actress.
Red wore a wicked grin, rubbing his hands together. "We already have little Birdie. The next step is torture. Followed by certain death. This time we'll make it stick. A slow and painful death."
Rose had questions. She wanted to ask, but knew her cover would be blown if she did. She changed the topic to one of irrelevances.
"How about we change our name to Rose Red?" Rose tried, watching the smirk slide off his face.
"I'm the dominant one. I call all the shots! Do I need to remind your tiny little brain?" Red maliciously turned his eyes to her.
Sighing, Rose gave a slight shake of her head. She had a plan to alert the other Titans of Red and his whereabouts. She couldn't go through with helping kill Jason.
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Bev was perched on a tree branch. She let her eyes scan the crowds of people passing by. She was looking for one person in particular. She got sight of the green eyed female, putting relief in her heart. She was about to jump down to pursue her target when a scream pierced the air.
A thud hit the cement, causing a rush of traffic to crowd the bloodied body of a boy Bev hoped to not recognize. Her eyes slowly went to the top of a building to land on him- a smirk remained on his pale features. A few more screams of strangers while an input of call an ambulance got her attention.
"Where the fuck is Rose?" Bev pondered aloud. She'd been hoping the girl with the white hair would come to her senses when she tried choking her out.
Rose was nowhere in sight. She had been stripped down, beaten unconscious, raped, and barely hanging on to life. She'd been tied up.
Red found out she had been snapped from her brainwash, pushing his devious plants to a head.
Bev jumped from the tree, landing beside a vaguely familiar bulky figure. She hadn't got the dark haired male's name or that of his furry companion. She took in the bruised, bloody, lifeless, pale body of Jason Todd lying on a smushed table. Her jaw dropped, gasping in shock as she made a move to hold one hand over her mouth. Her eyes grew teary.
The Titans hadn't made up with the boy either.
"Miss?" The male be side her spoke, calling her in curious question.
Bev sobered up, forcing down tears. She'd tear up over the death of the devil just because death made her sad in general. "Yes?"
"Why do you appear sad?" He asked, letting his gaze drop to Jason Todd. He went to pick up the lifeless boy in a way one would a dead, broken bird. A frown washed over his handsome features. "Oh."
Bev bit her bottom lip, nodding when it sort of clicked in his mind. "I'm Bev, we should get him to Dick."
"Conner Kent. I saw you leave the tower." Conner perked up at the mention of the Titans leader.
Dick may have been rusty, but Bev gave the other male credit where it was deserved. He did care enough about Jason to not blame him for everything wrong with the world. A good leader who's been through Hell would sympathize while getting down to the conflict at hand.
In that moment, Bev had only ever held high respect for Bruce Wayne. She met Dick talking Jason off the ledge which was enough for slow respect to grow for him. She nodded, beginning to hurry in the direction; gesturing for Conner to follow. She got left in a whirlwind of dust when he supersped past her. Her mouth fell open once more, leaving her to dark thoughts of despair.
