Priestess Aishisu: Six reviews. I've done better.

VashTheStampede7123: This is an awesome start! You have great word choice, and I think Andrea should be a villian. Continue soon! :)

Priestess Aishisu: That's one vote for her as a villain...

BlackShield: Ah, keep her a villain. She's cooler that way. lmao. Anyway, the lovely adjectives and terrific sentence structure and overall flow are as impressive as I've come to expect from you. Keep writing - though you do that without me egging you on. I dunno, I just like to.
Scelus,
BlackShield

PS: it's a Gamestation BB and Cy play, btw.

Priestess Aishisu: Thanks for both the info and the compliments. That's two votes as a villain, but I did want to make her a good guy...Did you ever read the fanfiction dedicated to you?

Raven A. Star: I dunno if she should be the heroine or villain. I go with whatever gets the most votes!

That was really creative and action packed...so far anyway. I really like it. :)

Priestess Aishisu: Thanks.

CyborgAndRaven4Ever: I would want to know more about Andrea before making my decision on whether she should be a heroine or villainess. Besides that, it's a good beginning for a chapter that was written in 18 minutes.

Priestess Aishisu: Really? I thought it was pathetic. Also, Andrea is a pretty mysterious character. You probably won't find out much.

samuraistar: I'm neutral as for votes right now, but PLEASE UPDATE SOON, and no flames or anything, just a friendly critique: I know it's a cartoon, but do you think you can, maybe, make this lady just a tad more realistic? Great job, though! She rocks!

Priestess Aishisu: Realistic? She was given powers by the Devil! I wouldn't expect her to be realistic, and I don't think anybody else would either. Besides, she's based on Catwoman! That doesn't really scream realistic, in my opinion. So, I guess not, though I will work on personality. Thanks for the compliment, though.

Scorpio Serpent: she should stay a villain

Priestess Aishisu: Yeah...the vote only counts as half a vote unless there's an actual review. 'She should—' alone is not a review.

Priestess Aishisu: That's 2.5 votes for her as a villainess, none as a heroine. However, I'm planning to have her be a heroine until I get seven or more votes saying otherwise. Since apparently people want to know more about her, this chapter centers mostly on Andrea. Raven's symptoms will begin showing up next chapter.

Chapter Synopsis: After leaving Raven's mirror and escaping Titan's Tower, Andrea decides to steal a little. Unfortunately, some thieves are already at the store she plans to plunder. Unfortunate for them, that is.

As soon as Andrea entered the mirror, Raven's knees felt weak. She moaned slightly, forcing herself to stand upright. Cyborg noticed this and put a hand on her shoulder. The touch brought her back, and she smiled gratefully at him. "Uuhh...What just happened here?" Robin asked, unaware of the little exchange.

"Some hot chick sent by Raven's father just entered Raven's mirror, which is a portal to her mind," Beast Boy replied. "And now we have to get her out before she does any damage."

"I'll go," said Cyborg immediately.

"We all will," Robin corrected.

"You can't!" Raven cried, and every head turned to her. The urgency in her voice frightened them. "There's already an uninvited guest in there. Cyborg is the only one who can go, because he's been there before and because—" She blushed under her cape and searched for an excuse which was still true. "Because three of my emotions saw me forbid Beast Boy from ever entering again."

"Emotions?" repeated Starfire.

"Yeah, there are a bunch of them," Beast Boy said. "So far we know that Pink is Happy, Gray is Sad—or was it Timid?—and Green is Brave. In my opinion, they're all creepy."

"All right, enough talk, can I just go in the stupid mirror already?!"

When he got there, the Ravens were standing around Andrea. There was a black barrier around her, but she seemed stunningly calm for somebody trapped by about twenty goddesses. "All right," snapped Cyborg. "You're coming with me."

The Ravens turned. Most (except Angry and Sad and a few others, who were incapable of being pleased) seemed pleased to see him. Andrea's lips curled into a sneer. "Whatever. My job is already done." The barrier disappeared, and Andrea and Cyborg walked towards the Forbidden Door. Neither said a word.

"All right, who are you and who you working for?"

Andrea smirked defiantly at Robin's questions. "My name used to be Andrea Phillips, but I was murdered and resurrected. I'm not sure whether to call myself Black Hole or Catwoman, but I'm sure Raven has mentioned that I'm working for her father?"

"And why is that?" Raven asked, strong again now that her mind was intruder-free. Andrea smirked again. Then, with such swiftness no one could stop her, she crouched and leapt out of the room. The Titans sprinted after her, but she was already gone.

"Diamonds are a cat's best friend," Andrea remarked, surveying the jewelry store window display. Her eyes glowed, as if advertising her ability to see in the dark.

She was drawn to a necklace, but not just a necklace: an eidolon, something so mysterious and alluring in its beauty that she was entranced. It was carefully arranged on black velvet, a cascading array of gold filigree in which winking diamond claws were set. They ranged from minute specimens no larger than a thorn to the centerpiece as long as her pinky. "Sooooo pretty," she murmured. Louder this time, throatier, more a purr than a casual remark: "Sooo pretty."

Inside the store a flash of light appeared, shining momentarily before it went out. Seconds later, the sound of breaking glass made Andrea frown. "Hey, no fair. That was my idea."

Stealthily she slipped into the alley beside the store. At the back, hidden between two dumpsters, she found a rope ladder. Andrea shimmied up expertly until she reached the roof, then stepped silently towards a skylight. A jagged opening showed where the thieves had broken in. Beside it, the snipped line of a security alarm dangled in the empty air.

"Amateurs," Andrea sniffed, flicking dismissively at the alarm wire. She then swung down through the skylight.

The store was dimly lit by rows of fairy lights strung between glass display cases. A man wearing a hooded mask was working his way methodically among them, breaking each case with a sharp tap of his handgun. A second man worked behind him. He snatched up necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings with a gloved hand and shoved them into a black sack. In the back of the store, a third man knelt before a locked steel case of drawers. The brilliant blue gleam of a blowtorch showed where his hand moved back and forth across the steel. At his side, tools spilled from a canvas sack.

Messy, messy, thought Andrea, her nose crinkling in distaste. Sloppy, and careless, too! Standards at Burglary High have certainly gone right down the tubes...

Ghostlike, she stepped behind the man crouched before the steel cabinet and bent just far enough to let her hair brush the back of his neck. Startled, he turned, but there was no one there.

In front of a glass vitrine, the second thief continued to stuff his sack. Unseen, a clawed hand snaked across the floor. Claws fingers lightly gripped the black sack. With a soft slithering sound, the bag of jewelry slipped across the floor and disappeared.

The burglar hesitated and glanced over his shoulder, but saw nothing but his comrade continuing to work on the steel cabinet.

Meanwhile, at the front of the store, the remaining thief busied himself with emptying another display case. A slender, elusive figure was behind him like a black moth drawn to the glittering jewels at his feet. Her hair was now piled on top of her head and tied with a silver chain from the sack. The man remained oblivious, grunting to himself as he thrust a string of pearls into his pocket. "So unprofessional," breathed Andrea.

The man froze. He held his breath, but heard nothing and lowered his head once more. Andrea moved with him, her feline elegance mocking his clumsy movements. She was near enough to be his own shadow, separated by a scant inch of empty air. Every time he would pause, imagining he heard something, she would freeze and smirk icily.

"Idiot," she whispered, and this time he did hear. "I'm behind you." With a gasp he whirled around, gun leveled in an unsteady hand, but she had already disappeared.

Quickly the thief turned back to the case. His hand shot inside, then drew back. From his fingers dangled the diamond claw necklace. He stared at it, gloating, then looked around to make sure no one was around to witness his triumph. When he turned back to his upraised hand the necklace had vanished.

"What the—?" Dumbfounded, he glanced around the room to where the second thief was climbing stairs. A supple feral figure appeared at his side. Around her neck glowed the diamond claw necklace. She smiled at the first man, waving flirtatiously. "You!" he yelled furiously, drawing his gun and taking aim at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" shouted the man standing alone on the steps. Andrea was nowhere to be seen. She glared at the first thief and drew his gun.

"There's somebody here," the third thief hissed.

"You boys need to learn some manners," a woman's voice called down. The three burglars craned their necks, straining to make out the slim figure perched catlike on the railing. "You think you can just barge in here and take all these beautiful things that don't belong to you?" The men raised their weapons, and she stretched calmly. "My, what a purrfect idea!"

There was an array of gunshots. Plaster and broken glass rained from the ceiling. With a single leap, she vaulted away. They fired after her, but she was too quick and vanished. The sound of gunfire drained into silence.

"What the fucking hell was that?!" one of the men shouted.

"Watch your language!" sang out Andrea as she leapt forward, kicking him in the head. The man went flying into the second thief, and the two crashed onto the floor. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

She scampered up a post, leaping from there to the top of a display case. One of the thieves raced after her, gun raised. She jumped onto another display case as he fired, and lunged past the bullet with lightning speed.

"Safety is our Number One Concern," Andrea purred, crouched atop a vitrine. She reached behind her, grabbed a string of fairy lights, and yanked it free. She jumped from the display case, somersaulting as she cracked the lights like a whip. "My safety, that is, not yours."

The string of lights slashed at the first burglar's face. Like a string of firecrackers, each bulb blew up, sending showers of sparks unto the air. The thief yelped, shuddering to shield his eyes as she kicked him in the head. His gun went flying as he hit the ground with a thud.

"Now let's see what's behind Door Number Two," Andrea gloated, turning to face the second man. He lunged at her, but she kicked his legs out from under him. He struggled to get away, but she pounced with a hiss of pleasure, claws poised to dig into his flesh. She glanced up, seeing the third shoplifter above her.

"Oh, so you want to play with Kitty, too?" she sneered. Backflipping, Andrea kicked him in the chest. He groaned and crashed down. The gun went flying from his hand, skidding across the floor until it came to rest beside the first man. He blinked dizzily, trying to get up.

Andrea watched, shaking her head, then dove between his legs to grab the gun and jump up before he could register her presence. She knocked him out with a calm smile. "Are you a man or a mouse?" She swept up the jewels, filling her sack, and started out the back door.

But before she disappeared, she paused to glance back at the unconscious thieves. A malicious smirk played across her red lips as she answered her own question with a derisive hiss.

"Mice."