((A/N: ok, well, I know Starfire's shorter than everybody else's… but that's because I kinda guessed on hers. Sorry if I messed anything up on the whole past stuff I used… I looked most of it up… but was also kinda creative… flashbacks are also made up, so don't hound me on those))

Starfire suddenly felt the tight grip on her wrists vanish. Before she could summon the joy to fly, she found herself laying face down on the pavement. Sitting up, Starfire pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and looked up at the yellow clothed Harpy of Havoc. The harpy was hovering in the air, her yellow wings batting every so often to keep her up.

"Where have you taken me?" Starfire demanded, hoping her voice hadn't betrayed her fear.

"Not too far, my dear." The harpy cooed mockingly, "Not nearly as far as you have run from you people."

"You know nothing of my people!" Starfire shouted. Why did this horrible creature have to bring up her people?

"I know that you left them." The harpy replied, with amazing accuracy, she elaborated Starfire's guilt, "I know that when they needed you, you left. You abandoned them… maybe even leaven them to you tyrant of a sister!" That was it, she had hit the spot. She had found Starfire's weakness and she had tugged at it. She had tugged and tugged. Now, Starfire had snapped.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Starfire shouted. Her eyes glowed green and starbolts appeared around Starfire's fists. This harpy woman would pay.

Robin fell to the ground and tasted blood in his mouth. He spat it out and looked over at the red winged harpy standing by him. He stood and took on a fighting position. The harpy laughed loudly and said in a mocking voice, "Just like you, to fight before asking questions." Robin felt his face redden as he remembered the phrase.

Bruce laughed as he looked at Dick's weak fighting stance, "Just like you, to fight before asking questions."
Dick grinned, "What's the point of asking questions? They get nowhere. When you fight, you can find out anything you want after you win."
"But what if you're wrong?" Bruce countered as he leaned against the side of the Batmobile. "What if you've got the wrong person? Fighting them would only waste time and get you in more trouble."
Dick took a step towards Bruce and sighed, "This is all so complicated."
Bruce put his hand on Dick's shoulder in a fatherly way, "Don't worry. I'll teach you the ropes… and, when I get too old to be Batman, maybe you could take up the role." Dick grinned with pride, but couldn't imagine the incredible responsibility of being Batman.

The harpy grinned, "And he taught you the ropes, then he sent you out on your own, to make your own team." Robin watched her, he didn't like where this was going, "And that is when you decided… not to be Batman." Robin jerked back. How did she know this? Nobody knew this; not even Bruce! "You haven't talked to him sense. You haven't treated the man you once regarded as your father with the respect he diserves. He took you in when your parents were killed. He told you his secrets and he let you live with him. And you left… and 'lost contact'." Robin glared at the harpy. She was horrible, she was evil.

And she continued, "Then, you found a man that was so like your Batman, that you almost accepted him to teach you… and you became his apprentice. You tell people that you were forced to… but apart of you chose to follow this Batman duplicate." Robin knew where this was going, but he restrained himself to attack. He had to know where she got her information. "He may have been evil… but you knew… you wanted to be the apprentice of Slade. You wanted him to be like Batman. You wanted to work for him… on the dark side."

Robin's restraint was at an end. He rushed forward and attacked. The harpy was lying. He didn't want to be evil. He didn't think Slade was Batman. She was lying. He would destroy this woman, even if it killed him. ((I know it's a stretch, but it works in my evil little mind hehe))

Cyborg changed his hand into a sonic cannon and shot up at the harpy. She shrieked and dropped him. Cyborg had been expecting this, and landed on his feet. But the impact was harder than expected. His robotic knees buckled and he fell down to them. The harpy swung down and hung upside down from a street lamp near Cyborg. "What's the matter, tin can? Not strong enough to stand on your own two feet? Maybe you should run back to daddy and have him give you an upgrade."

Cyborg stood and fired his sonic cannon at the harpy again, "I don't need him!" Cyborg shouted as she dodged his attack.

"Oh, but you needed him to live… didn't you? But you don't want him, do you? You want your mommy back. Poor boy, your mother left, your friends hate you, your father made you a freak. But you left. You ran away only to find that nobody in the world wants you."

"That's not true!" Cyborg shouted as he fired again.

Again she dodged his attack and continued geering at him, "And then you joined the Titans, your friends." Her voice was mockingly happy and was followed with a shrill laugh that sent chills up his spine. "But what happens when the robo boy goes in public?" She demanded, "They hate you! They fear you! They want you to be normal… but you can't! You can't be anything other than a tin can that follows the bird boy around! You can't fit in… and your only friends are freaks!"

"Shut up!" Cyborg shouted as he fired his cannon again, this time, grazing her arm. "They're not freaks! And I'm not a tin can!"

"Oh, but you are to everybody else! You can have all the pride you want! That doesn't mean people will accept you! And it definitely doesn't mean that you will ever fit in." Cyborg fired at her with all the speed he had, then he charged forward. This harpy was horrible and evil and there was no way she could know this and still mock him. She would regret mocking him.

Beast Boy shifted into a hawk and managed to escape the Harpy's grip. He landed nimbly on the roof of a tall building, with the harpy landing next to him. She stood before him, watching him with scrutinizing eyes. He knew where he was. An old dock that had closed years ago, after the funding of his two parents had stopped. He felt a pang of misery as he looked out over the water. This is where it had happened…

"What's the matter, Gar?" The green haired harpy mocked.

Beast Boy looked up suddenly, "What did you call me?" he demanded, his voice suddenly very hard.

"Don't you like boating? Don't you want to go out onto the water? Who knows? Maybe you'll even find your parents… oh! That's right! They're dead. And you didn't do anything about it."

"You don't know anything! Stop talking about my parents!" Beast Boy shouted at the harpy. How did she know so much? She couldn't. It was impossible. Nobody knew he was Garfield Logan… nobody but his parents.

"You could have gone with them, you know." The harpy continued, a grin on her face, "But you didn't. You stayed at home. Just think, you could have saved them… they could be alive right now. You wouldn't have to be a Teen Titan. And maybe, your wonderful parents would have found a cure to that horrible disease that flows within your bloodstream."

"Stop it!" Beast Boy shouted as he transformed into a lion and charged towards her. She flew out of the way, and Beast Boy toppled over the building. When the harpy flew over to check on the changeling, she gasped, he was gone… the boy had run… but to where?

"Azarath, Metreon, Zinthos!" Raven shouted when she finally got her bearings. A light pole hit the harpy in the back. She screeched a curse and threw Raven at the ground. Raven stood quickly and looked up at the purple harpy as she circled around Raven.

"Don't you trust me?" The harpy asked with a grin, "What if I told you I would be nice; that I wanted to be your friend? Would you trust me then?" Raven didn't get it. This purple clothed woman wanted to be her friend all of a sudden? It didn't make sense. "What if I told you I could control my powers? What if I said I respected you, and I just wanted to hang out with you and the Teen Titans?" Raven's eyes widened. She understood. She was talking about Terra… she was mocking Terra. "And then you would trust me, wouldn't you. You would want friends… and you would give me a home inside your tower. You are easy to predict, Raven." The harpy continued and Raven corrected herself. The harpy wasn't mocking Terra, she was mocking Raven.

"People see your weakness behind that cold shell of yours. You're alone, and you want somebody to understand you; somebody to love you." Her smile widened, "You want somebody that can talk to you; that understands you. Somebody that doesn't think your freaky." She laughed mockingly, "And then you will take your lover and hang out in your room with him. You will let him teach you and help you along your way. He will be your sanctuary." Raven's eyes narrowed. Now she was talking about Malchior… why Malchior? "But he didn't love you did he?"

Raven shook her head, "He didn't love me, but I don't care!" She added with forced strength. "I don't need him to be happy. He used me. He didn't like me at all." She knew, if she faced the facts, the harpy could not get to her.

"Of course he didn't like you." The harpy said as she hovered close to Raven. "In fact, I know why nobody would like you… not your friends… not Beast Boy… not anybody. And I'll tell you why." She leaned forward and whispered in Raven's ear, "It's because you're freaky. And you're dark. And you will some day destroy them."

"THAT'S A LIE!" Raven shouted, loosing her temper and throwing the harpy backwards. "The prophesy came true… and we beat him! The prophesy is over! I will never destroy my friends!" She threw the harpy to the side and knew this would be too easy.