Reunions: Chapter 12- Of All the Rotten Luck!

A/N: I was at a loss when it came to me. A new face, a new couple, perhaps a new love triangle. Terra's not the only one getting a second chance. What was a bad thing has become a fresh start. Hope you like.

Boring Disclaimer: Don't own the Teen Titans and blah, blah, blah…

It was metal, all metal. The door consisted of solid steel bars, ominous and threatening. Four bunk beds lined its walls. A similar door led to an alcove, where there was a sink for washing up, and another room with a bathtub and a toilet. I strode over to the main door and looked down the hallway. Several burly guards were patrolling the hall. Squinting, I could just read the sign over the desk in the lobby. Welcome to Jump City Juvenile Correctional Facility, it read.

Waking up and not remembering whom you are is bad. Waking up and not knowing where you are or whom you are is worse. But waking up in a jail cell with no memory of your identity whatsoever, you know you've reached an all-time low.

I walked into the bathroom and stared at the cracked mirror. Seven years bad luck. I wondered whose life the seven years had ruined. My reflection didn't help me to figure out who I was. I glanced at my pale skin and my strange, purple hair, which was styled into two stuck out pigtails. Who was I? A criminal?

"Hey," a voice grunted, "she's awake." The voice of one of my roommates, I presumed. I strode back into the room, hoping that perhaps one of them would be my friend. The girl who had first spoken had light brown hair and deep brown eyes. Like me, she was wearing an orange jump suit with Jump City Juvenile Correctional Facility on it. Hers also had a label: Prisoner 1509, Toni.

"Is your name Toni?" It was a stupid question, but I had nothing else to ask.

"No, it's Bernard. Of course it's Toni!" she bellowed. I shrunk back and hung my head. "Oh, great," she mumbled, "just great. All we need is another spineless sap."

"Why am I here?" I wondered aloud. This question caused most of the others to snicker.

"Well, duh!" Toni laughed. "You're a criminal, like us. This is a prison for super powered teen criminals only, like yourself."

I looked at my hands. "What sort of powers do I have?"

Toni shrugged. "You have, like, bad luck powers or something. They call you Jinx. I have power over ice, and power over pathetic individuals like yourself."

"I'm not pathetic!" I shouted indignantly.

"Okay, then," she said as she approached me. "Prove it."

"How?"

"Simple," she laughed. "Fight me."

I should have run. I should have told them that I didn't belong here. But Toni froze the floor in front of me. I slipped and fell on the ice. She conjured a few sharp icicles, then aimed them towards my head. Ducking just in time, they merely grazed my shoulder. I summoned all of my courage, then closed my eyes and aimed it at Toni. I was pushed against the wall by a sudden force. I thought it was Toni at first, but then realized it had come from the powerful purple blast I had just released.

The others stood and watched, merely amused by our fighting. Toni kept dodging my blows. Amnesia had weakened me, and my powers were draining my energy. She was able to shoot multiple icicles from all directions. A few scraped my cheek, and I cowered in the corner. A sudden blow to the head from the blunt side of an icicle rendered me helpless. It was over. Toni had won.

"Later, loser. Let's get lunch," she said to the others. They left, stepping over me to reach the door. As the last one closed it with a mighty clank, all hope left me. Who would save someone like me, a common criminal, if even other criminals didn't?

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud sonic boom. About two thirds of the room's plaster broke away from the walls. Hoping it wasn't another bully, I got to my feet, prepared to fight. Instead of criminals, however, the gang who had broken into my room looked more like a sad excuse for a team of heroes. I began to summon a spell, but was stopped by one of the three girls. She had violet colored hair and was strangely familiar.

"We're busting you outta this joint," said one of the three boys. He had pieces of machinery stuck to him, but was otherwise handsome.

"Sleep," whispered the violet hair girl, and I could not keep myself awake.

"Is she waking up?"

"I think so."

I opened my eyes and saw them staring down at me again. This was the perfect time for me to learn more about them and myself. One of the boys was checking some monitors. He had jet-black hair, which was spiky and perfectly styled. He wore the standard super hero getup, complete with an identity-hiding mask. Another had green skin, pointy ears and green spiky hair, and then there was the cute, half-robot, sporty one. The other girls both had long hair. One's was blonde, and the other's was red. The blonde had penetrating ice blue eyes. The redhead's eyes were piercing green with tiny little eyebrows.

"Where am I?" I moaned. There was still pain in my shoulder, but it had lessened.

"Titans Tower," answered the girl who had put me to sleep. "We're the Teen Titans. We heard that there were a few prisoners in Jump City's jail who had been under mind control and lost all memory in the process of rehabilitation. Although we don't normally rescue criminals, we made an exception for you."

"Mind control? By whom?" I questioned, still oblivious to what was going on.

"Brother Blood," answered the tall, handsome one. "You were a part of the HIVE Academy. Looks like we brought you here just in time. Raven, could you heal her again?" he said, turning to the cloaked girl. "Her arm's bleeding. Man, who did that to you?"

"Toni," I replied. "She was one of the other girls in the prison cell. I was supposed to fight her to gain respect."

"So," said the spiky-haired boy. "You really don't remember who you are?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, although this mind control business is a lot of rotten luck, you could seize the opportunity and start life over. You know, as a good girl."

"I say we let her in," the half-robot stated.

"Cyborg," Raven interrupted, "I don't know about this. She could endanger the team."

"Or," he retorted, "she could be a valuable asset. I say we take a vote."

"Personally," said the blonde girl, "I sympathize with her. You gave me a second chance and just look at me now. So, I vote yes."

"I would love to have a new friend," the redhead agreed, "even if she was an old enemy."

"I don't know," the green boy spoke. "I agree with Raven. She could be dangerous. Plus, how do we know this isn't another trap? We can't trust newbies without knowing them first. No offense, Terra."

"Well," Raven sighed, "you know my vote. I'm actually surprised you agreed with me, Beast Boy." So that was the green kid's name. It made me wonder what sort of powers he had.

I vote yes," declared Cyborg. He smiled at me. At least, I think it was at me.

"That settles it." The spiky-haired kid offered me his hand and helped me up. "I'm Robin. This is Beast Boy, Raven, Terra, Cyborg, and Starfire."

"I know the others," I replied, "but who's Terra and who's Starfire?"

"Terra's the blonde," he informed me, "and Starfire's the really pretty redhead."

"Um," Raven started, "You just called Star really pretty, Robin." Robin turned bright red.

"Well, Jinx," Cyborg finished, "welcome to the Teen Titans."

Isn't it funny how what starts out as a bad day can turn into a good one? What I thought was bad luck was really good luck in disguise.