Rachel was going through the cabinets and the fridge trying to make something for breakfast. She was pulling down a few things from here or there. But she was going to do something for Dick. He hardly ever got appreciate it for all the hard work he put into training. When had anyone ever thought of others for themselves. That was just way Dick was, he had always put others before himself. She had find some stuff, wasn't sure were to begin. But she was willing to try, that's all that matters to her. She was putting some oil and butter into the pan. She was watching it warm up; she puts the vegetables into a saute pan. Watching them cook, she got out some eggs was mixing it up. She don't hear or see who was awake. Not until she felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist. A kiss to her cheek; she turns around hug him. He was holding her against him. She had always felt safe in his arms and felt his warm.
Fletcher and the others just wake from an uneasy sleep; but they smell food been cooked. They all got out of bed; everyone was wearing tank tops and pants there old uniforms. Walking from the wing; following the smell of food to the kitchen. Saw Rachel and Dick who were already up; cooking breakfast. Both of them were laughing and whispering back and forth. Rachel was cooking on one side; he was on the other side. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist. Some took their seats at the island. Other went into the living room to watch the news. Rachel was putting the eggs into the pan with the veggies. Dick was making toasts and the meat, he was drinking a cup of coffee. She was making her own coffee. Rachel thought to herself. "Least there was less tense in the air." Things won't exactly perfect, doesn't mean that you can't try at all. Rachel hope that everything would be alright.
After breakfast was done everyone was sitting eating at the table. Dick could tell that maybe instead trying to be mad at everyone at the table. He was still trying to think of something to say. Maybe it was cause the last time; they had a team everything was going good that day. Until everyone said that they were through, with no explanations once so ever. Was that his problem all along that everyone would leave him. But Rachel chose to stay with him; maybe she too felt guilty for the way things ended. But that was in the past, he shouldn't hold anything against the former precrime team. They were only doing their jobs. Much like it was job to protect the city and Rachel. He could see that maybe ordinary people wanted to help out too. So maybe he should give them a chance. He was stroking his fingers against Rachel hand. She gripped his hand; she then nod her head to the others.
Dick take a long deep breath and says, "Know when I first started the Titans. I did for a person who was like a big sister to me. There five of us. We had a lot of missions together and fight crime all the team." He was looking at everyone. "There was one bad guy Dr Light we had been looking for him. But he was working for someone else." Dick was looking down at the table. "Made a lot of mistakes I'm not proud of. It was wrong of me to use someone who don't do a thing wrong. I wanted revenge for a friend murder. I don't realize the danger of that night. This man Deathstroke he was very dangerous and he liked to kill people." The team eyes were huge, some couldn't believe it. "I was using his son to get to him. Until that night at the church; his son was there talking to him. He had nearly killed my friend. I went in alone, I was fighting against him. I almost lost my life. I was afraid the first time in my life. But his son got right in front of him take the death blow for me."
Fletcher was just sitting there listening to Dick talk, they all had seen what had happened to the boy. But he could tell that, Dick was still struggling with his guilt and pain. He saw that this was one thing that still haunted the man right in front of them. Rachel had her own struggles; maybe in a way so did they. He was struggling with why he was there. So he could understand why some people were having a hard time. Maybe this was way he was here. To help Rachel and Dick to heal; but to help them fight crime too. He and the team had a decision to make themselves. He was looking around at everyone; he could see that Dick was looking down in shame. Rachel has her arms wrapped tightly around his side. Dick has a arm wrap around her waist; he gets up from the table. Rachel had tears in her eyes; she gets up too. She goes into the living room; sitting down on the couch hands on her face.
Evanna and his other female team mate went to go check on Rachel. Fletcher got up from the table; he was going outside to go check on Dick. He saw that Dick was looking at the city. He was gripping the rail with both of his hands. He was looking down in regret. He was standing right next to him. Not one of them knew what to say to the other. Standing there side by side; Fletcher had his arms crossed over his chest. He was not sure what to say to him. But that doesn't mean he wasn't willing to try. Fletcher was looking at broken person. One so lost in his own guilt and pain; he was wondering just how much.