A/N Thanks for the reviews, including my most faithful fan. I kinda started this on a whim, but since it was successful, I'll be splitting my time b/t this and my other TT fic. I don't own the TT, or Ozzy Osbourne. Anyway, on with the story.

Shadow on the Wall

Chapter 2: Vigilante.

Screams break the silence

Waking from the dead of night

Vengeance is boiling

He's returned to kill the light

Then when he's found who he's looking for

Listen in awe and you'll hear him

Bark at the moon!

It was just another morning in Titan's Tower. Cyborg and Beast Boy had already gotten into two shouting matches, one over whether to make tofu waffles or regular waffles, and their usual morning ritual of fighting over who gets to use the game-station first. Off in a dark corner of the living room, Raven sat meditating. Robin was sitting at the table with Starfire, a huge stack of newspapers in front of him. As was his routine in the morning, he would pore over each of the major papers looking for any criminal activity the Titans may have missed. Bored with watching the other boys play video games Starfire floated over to the table and plopped herself down across from Robin. She reached into the stack of unread papers, opened it to a random section and began reading.

"You refer to these as "funnies" She said, cocking her head to one side. "But I do not find these colorful pictorials humorous." Robin looked up from his reading, reached out and took the paper from the befuddled alien girl.

"Starfire…these are the advertisements, not the funnies." Robin sighed. As he went to hand the paper back to Starfire, one of the front page articles caught his attention. It was a series of pictures of a clearly terrified man being loaded into an ambulance, with the headline: Jump City Held in Grip of Fear." Written underneath: Police believe vigilante is on the loose as tenth victim is claimed this month. Robin read the article twice complety. He remembered hearing bits and pieces about a series of violent nighttime attacks, but dismissed it as nothing more than a bunch of coincidences strung together by overeager reporters. Now it was getting far too out of hand for any kind of coincidence. What struck Robin the most was a quote from the victim. When questioned about who attacked him, he kept repeating over and over that he was attacked by the Grim Reaper himself. Not only was there someone very dangerous stalking the city at night, but whatever that person was, he was not normal. Something had to be done about this, before more people, innocent or not, got hurt.

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For the second time today, I have returned to the Pit. But this time, I have not come to punish some criminal, this time, I am going home. For as long as I can remember, I have lived on and underneath this streets, and for as long as I can remember, I have lived here alone. Even at this early time in the morning, the streets are still lined with people. Some of them are going to work, others are returning home. I walk amongst all the people, the good, the bad, the normals, and the freaks. I walk amongst them, without any of them the wiser about who I am. Some of the people glance at me as I go by them, others stop and stare at me, unnerved or frightened by my appearance. I do not care what they think, because they do not understand. They do not understand me, and they do not even understand the very world around them. They walk around like they'll live forever, like they will never face the truth. Every one of them, whether they are murderers or teachers, sinners or saints, they must learn that all people inevitably come face to face with me. I do not bother to look at, let alone remember the faces I see. I do not doubt that many of these faces I will never look upon again and those people are fortunate. For those that cross my path will be forced to deal with what they have been avoiding their entire lives. Over the tops of the buildings, I can see the sun begin to rise, bringing with it the promise of a bright new day. I cannot stand the sunlight, for it does what I cannot. The sun brings hope and warmth to those that deserve it, and even to those that do not. All that I bring to humanity is fear, pain, and cold. It is my lot in life, and I do not regret it. As much as I loathe the sun, I need it. Without the light, there would not be anything to chase away the darkness, no matter how powerful it may get. Just like the old saying goes, without good, there can't be evil, and vice versa.

I feel like I've been walking for hours, and for good reason. Countless nights I've spent walking these streets, and by this time, I know them like I know the back of my own hand. From the increasingly familiar surroundings, I can tell that I am finally nearing the entrance to my home. The back-alleys in this section of the city are like mazes. A person could get seriously lost. One more turn into a trash-lined alley-way and at last I am there. The entrance is nothing more than a simple metal sliding door leading into a long abandoned storehouse, located deep in the bowels of the Pit. I choose this place years ago not only for its seclusion from the rest of the city, but also for the solitude in general that it afforded me. There are few things more important to me in life than peace and quiet away from the noisy rabble. I grab the handle on the sliding door and lift it up, first making sure that no-one is around to notice. Several unfortunate souls have followed me back here in the past, mistaking me for some kind of street urchin, or some lost civilian ripe for picking. Suffice to say that not one of those unlucky souls ever returned to my little haven. Confident that I'm alone, I walk in and slam the door behind me. I am tired, and I must sleep, for tomorrow night, I hunt for prey once more.