Discalimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. I do own a Beast Boy bobble head doll that says stuff, though.
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Starfire had fallen asleep. She had curled herself up against Nightwing, using his chest as a pillow and breathing deeply. A small snore emitted from the sleeping vixen.
Raven and Beast Boy simultaneously entered the room. "Aww…how sweet!" they cooed at the sight of Starfire curled up next to their leader.
"She's had a rough day," he told them. "Between fearing she might lose her daughter to Whirlwind and passing out to find she's back at her old superhero home, I'm sure that would make anyone tired," he whispered, hoping he wouldn't wake her up. Raven and Beast Boy nodded in hesitant agreement.
"Moonfire asked if Cyborg could take her and her mother to their house to pick up a few of their things. Tell Moonfire and Cy they can go when she wakes up," Beast Boy told him.
"Maybe they can go while she's sleeping. I'd like to take ride with them too," Nightwing suggested.
"Whatever," Beast Boy responded. "Raven and I'll be watching Wicked Scary if you need us."
"What is that, the thirtieth remake of the movie since we first saw it?" Nightwing joked.
"Something like that, yes," Raven replied with a small smile. Beast Boy took her hand and led her to the couch.
"They aren't going to watch a minute of that movie," Nightwing mumbled to himself, still cradling the fragile Starfire in his arms.
He exited their living room. A swoosh could be heard behind him, and then the soft click of the chrome doors. Nightwing looked down into the face he had missed every day for the past fourteen years. He couldn't believe he finally found her, and under such circumstances nevertheless.
Nightwing then thought about Moonfire. It was possible Moonfire could be his daughter. He knew everything fell into place. Her hair was the same exact jet-black as his. Her eyes were a soft blue, somewhat close to Nightwing's eyes. Moonfire did bear a striking resemblance to him.
He reached Starfire's room. Entering, he found a newly cleaned and dusted room. Moonfire was standing near a wall with Cyborg, dusting one of her dressers off. Cyborg was washing a window.
They both turned at the sound of an intruder. "What can I say? She got me into cleaning," Cyborg joked when Nightwing was looking at him with a cocked eyebrow.
Nightwing laid Starfire on her bed, whose sheets were newly cleaned. He removed her shoes and folded back the blanket to placed her legs underneath.
"You said you wanted to go to your house to grab a few things?" Nightwing whispered to Moonfire. The girl nodded eagerly. "Let's go. I assume you will be able to grab a few things for your mother?" The girl nodded again.
"Boo-yah! Let's go!" Cyborg ordered.
The trio walked in silence down to the garage. Moonfire was bursting with a million questions for Nightwing, but knew she shouldn't ask them all at once. She didn't want to scare him and seem a little…stalker-like.
They all clambered into the T-Car. Moonfire was fascinated with all the buttons. "What do they do?" she asked giddily, as they began their drive on the streets of Jump City.
"Well, most of them are rocket launchers, built-in sonic cannon blasters, a grappling hook strong enough to swing this car from one mass of land to the next, and various other things,(A/N: I don't know….)" Cyborg replied.
Nightwing smirked. "And have you mentioned how you never let anyone by yourself touch your baby?"
"That's cuz I built her with my own two mechanical hands. She's MINE!" Cyborg told him possessively.
"Take a left here," Moonfire instructed, pointing to an upcoming turn.
Silence as he turned. "What time is it?" Nightwing asked.
Cyborg looked at the dashboard. "About five. You made crime-fighting a lot easier and less time-consuming by taking out that villain for us."
Moonfire blushed a deep crimson. "Thank you. Take a right ahead."
They came upon a rather small white home, with pale green shudders and the same colored picket fence in front. There was a flourishing garden on either side of the small porch, filled with azaleas, tulips, lilies, and a few Tamaranian plants as well.
Cyborg pulled into the short driveway. Moonfire hopped out and pulled a key from the pocket of her cargo shorts. Easily unlocking the front door, she pushed it open and stepped inside.
Nightwing and Cyborg stepped inside as well. There was a hallway leading down to what looked like a kitchen, a doorway on either side of them leading to a living room on the left and a dining room on the right. A stairway also obscured their vision of the rest of the kitchen.
"Follow me," Moonfire told them. She skipped through the hallway and into the kitchen. It was mostly white, with few green and light blue accents, such as dish towels and the like. Moonfire skipped to the white fridge, plastered with drawings and red-marked papers (school tests and quizzes), pulling out a bottle of water. "Want a drink?" she asked them. "I'll be a few minutes."
They both declined. Moonfire shrugged and took a sip of her water before setting it on the counter. "If you want to come see my mom's room or something like that, feel free to follow," she told them.
Cyborg stayed, but Nightwing got up with a shrug. "Might as well."
Moonfire led him up the stairs. To the left was a closed door, to the right was an open door was a room filled with greens and blues, and straight was what seemed to be a bathroom. Moonfire turned to the right, into her room.
Nightwing stood at the doorway, surveying the room. It was painted a dark blue, the same dark blue her hands would glow when she used her powers. Her bed was a lighter blue, with a light blue canopy hung over it. A few wooden dressers and chairs littered the room, as well as a laptop on a desk in the corner.
The girl pulled a small duffel from her closet and stuffed a few changes of clothes in it. She grabbed what seemed to be traditional Tamaranian clothes as well and stuffed them in. Followed by the clothes was a cell phone charger, her lap top and charger, as well as a small make-up kit and a wallet. Easily zipping it up, she slung it over her shoulder.
"I'm good. I just need my toothbrush." Moonfire snatched a toothbrush and toothpaste from her bathroom and stuffed them in her bag. She closed her room's door.
Cautiously entering her mother's room, she pushed the door back. It was decorated in lavenders and a few pinks here and there, but mostly varying shades of purple. It seemed to belong to a very giddy teenage girl.
"She barely ever let's me in here," Moonfire told Nightwing, motioning to her closet. "But we are almost the same size, so she lets me borrow some of her clothes."
Nightwing smiled softly. Moonfire pushed back the sliding doors of the closet, to reveal a rather large walk-in. She pulled a duffel bag from the top of her closet and began stuffing it with random changes of clothes and a pair of sneakers.
A glittering gold box caught Nightwing's attention. "What's this?" he asked, kneeling down in front of it.
"I-I don't know. I've never seen that before," she responded awkwardly. Nightwing carefully pulled the top up to reveal a book. But it wasn't just any book. It had 'STARFIRE'S BOOK OF SCRAPPING' etched across is.
He carefully pulled back the front cover. There was something scribbled on the inside.
Dear whoever may find my book of scrapping,
I have cultivated this book of scrapping to document my time with my best friends-the Teen Titans. I hope to be able to stay with them forever, for I love them too much too leave. If you are to find this book and I am for some reason, still not with the Titans, please call me a Flargnorfed Bunglertork and hit me over the head with a Florkstaff.
Moonfire giggled. "I'll take pleasure in that," she chuckled.
"What does flargnorfed bunglertork mean?" Nightwing asked.
"You don't want to know."
Nightwing turned a page in the scrapbook. The first picture was all of the five Titans together.
Raven had her arms crossed over her chest. Beast Boy was hanging onto her arm, trying to get her to smile. He himself had a goofy lopsided smile on his face. Cyborg was also smiling, his hands in the air. Starfire was looking confused at the concept of a camera, but Robin had turned to her to whisper in her ear at the exact moment it took the picture.
Nightwing smiled, before looking at the next picture. It was Starfire holding a bottle of mustard. Under it, she had scribbled:
Mustard is a most enjoyable drink. Why does Robin not like to drink it?
"Mustard is rather delicious," Moonfire mumbled to herself, kneeling down next to Nightwing.
Nightwing turned the page to see random pictures of everyone on the team, but most were of Robin. Underneath this mini-collage, she had scribbled:
Robin has been very kind to me. He has put me under his arm and shown me the "ropes" humans must pull to learn.
Nightwing chuckled. "If you didn't know Star, you wouldn't understand a word this book says."
He looked through the pages. Most of them were just random pictures of the team. His eyes stopped as they traveled over one of the pictures.
How could she have gotten it?
It was her and him. Except, Robin was in Slade's apprentice uniform, and Starfire and him were facing each other. The thermal blaster on his arm was glowing red. Star's hand was glowing bright green, a look torn between hurt and sadness on her face.
"How did she get this?" he asked himself.
And scribbled underneath:
Robin. He has become Slade's apprentice. I was in tears when I found out. And then I became angry. I almost blasted Beast Boy's hand off by accident. Why would Robin do this to me? I love him, and he betrayed me.
Nightwing almost shed a tear. But he could feel his heart breaking in two, knowing this is what he had done to Starfire.
"You were Slade's apprentice?" Moonfire asked.
"I was," he responded. "I'll tell you about it sometime, but now, Cyborg's waiting downstairs." Moonfire nodded.
Nightwing set the scrapbook aside and looked to see what had been under it. Her Teen Titans communicator. He gasped.
"She kept it. After all these years, she kept it," he whispered to himself.
Several articles were under her communicator as well. Instead of looking at them, he carefully placed her communicator and her scrapbook back in and instructed Moonfire to put it in her duffel. Moonfire did as she was told, and tossed her mother's toothbrush in her bag as well.
"Ready," Moonfire stated. Nightwing nodded, closing her closet and evading her room. They closed the door behind them.
"KIMI!" Came a jovial call. "KIMI WHERE ARE YOU?"
Moonfire's jaw dropped and she dropped the bags, motoring down the staircase.
"DANNY!" she exclaimed. There was an oof, a thud, and some giggling. Nightwing snatched up the bags and ran down the stairs. Upon entering the entryway, he saw Moonfire on the floor, hugging a boy that seemed to be her age. "You're back from New York!"
"Yea, I got home to see your door wide open. I wanted to surprise you!"
"I can't stay for long. I'm going-er-elsewhere," she told him, climbing off of him and dusting herself off.
"That's OK. I-" but he stopped short. Two people he didn't expect to see in his best friend's house were standing right in front of him. "Kimi, why are two of the Titans standing in your hallway?" he asked dazedly.
"Long story…" she replied.
"I've got time."
"But we don't," Nightwing responded, stepping forward. "We need to get back just in case there's another emergency today. I-" Nightwing was cut short as he winced, sighed, and pulled a black and blue communicator from his belt.
"Robbery at a nearby bank, for the second time today," Cyborg sighed, looking at his arm. "We have to go, Moonfire."
"I'm sorry, Danny," she told her friend, giving him one last hug. "I'll call you later, I promise."
He smiled gratefully and walked out the door, waving goodbye. Moonfire ushered them out of the house, locked the door, and they jumped into the T-Car.
"How do you feel like kicking some bad-guy ass with us?" Cyborg asked Moonfire.
"Really?" she asked, eyes shining.
"Really," Nightwing responded.
"I'd love to!"
And they were off.
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Yay! Another chapter! I'm so happy! Goo me!
Question for the chapter: Who is your favorite Titan, and why?
For me, it's Raven, because she's dark and mysterious, just like me. All my friends are very preppy, and all of them are on the cheerleading team, and they think I'm very sarcastic and dark and mysterious, which reminds me of Raven. They even call me Raven because they think I'm like her.
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Sticklad: she doesn't know it's her dad, and I wouldn't say a crush, per say. She just thinks he's good-looking. Speaking of crush, you meet her crush in this chapter .
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