Sorry I took so long to update but I got preoccupied. I had a serious case of writers block. I've also been distracted by other stories I'm currently writing, both TT and non-TT. My lack of concentration may have caused this chapter to be somewhat lacklustre.

I've also decided to change the story's title to Darkest Green; I got the idea for the new name shortly after posting the fourth chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or any related material in this fanfic.

New York-8:02 pm-13th November-Apartment on Staten Island

The door swished open with no sound other than that of air moving and a young man, looking to be in his early twenties, entered just as noiselessly. His shaggy hair was pushed back from his right ear as he talked over his cell phone.

"But Donna… honey, please…" the man pleaded into the phone, his face a mixture of emotions. A voice on the other end of the call responded to the plea, not positively as the man let out a deep depressed sigh as the line went dead. A second later he swore and threw the phone towards the couch in the room he had just entered, it bounced off the cushions and onto the tiles of the nearby floor. The redhead was given another opportunity to demonstrate his vocabulary of obscenities as the phone shattered into many pieces on impact with the dark grey tiles. Upon recovering from his fit of cursing, the man waited impatiently for his newly turned on computer to boot up. He resisted the urge to kick the tower off the desk with his feet that were now seated on the desk.

"Hey Roy,

Need a little help with my personal business. Come ASAP.

From, Green Genes

P.S. Sorry about Donna."

Roy stared at the post sent of the newly opened email, wondering how the hell the sender found out about something that only just happened. He quickly snapped out of it and narrowed his green eyes, clearly thinking hard. After about a minute, Roy shutdown the computer, walking away casually towards a doorway at the far end of the adjacent hallway he had entered by. Upon reaching the door, Roy placed a key in the lock and the door swung open with a turn and a click. The redhead continued his casual act by nonchalantly flicking a light switch.

Bows, various handguns, hundreds of different arrows with different heads and quivers all littered the desks, walls and floor of the newly illuminated door, the inconspicuous room playing host to the occupant's biggest secrets. A cabinet at the far end of the room with a large lock and black metal casing was the target of Roy. He stood in front of the cabinet, looking very small in comparison to the intimidating container, but Roy simply drew out the same key he used earlier and placed it in the lock, turning it. The cabinet remained closed however and the redhead turned and walked away with a grimace, making a beeline towards a red bow that was lying on a pine desk that was littered with all manner of strange arrows. The arrow's heads ranged from simple metal points to strange blue crystal points that seemed as though water was flowing over them.

The archer picked up the bow and nocked a metal-tipped arrow before he turned and aimed at the lock with the key in it but immediately shifted his aim to the cabinet door next to it. Having selected his target, Roy quickly drew back the arrow to his ear and let go. The arrow slammed into place in the tiny keyhole with a thud and a barely audible click, the doors then swung open slowly to reveal what they had hidden.

A red short-sleeved bodysuit with a golden arrow motif adorning the chest and golden wings were on the sides, a red belt with a shoulder strap hung over the torso, knee-high boots with red braces around the ankle and upper thighs and a pair of red steel bracers that rode up the arm all the way to the bicep. This was the costume that Roy had been wearing upon his exiting the room; he stood outside for a moment before pulling a pair of red shades from behind his back and putting them on, completing the look. The costumed archer then struck a pose, smirking before he spoke: "Looks like Arsenal's 'bout to make his Jump City début!"

As Garfield Logan sat on the end of the bed in his apartment, he carefully watched the movements of the young woman sitting on the room's counter, eating some Chinese food from a small container. After a few minutes he grew bored and flopped back on the cheap motel bed, splaying his arms out on the blanket. His mind thought back to when he had last talked to the woman, just the night before.

As he flicked on the light, Gar readied himself for a fight with X, Slade's latest henchman, for surely the only person who would know where Gar's staying would be Slade and his minions.

When the light reveals a young woman looking about twenty with bright pink hair pointing upwards like a pair of cotton candy horns, Gar is taken aback. He quickly moves to attack remembering his intruder's previous affiliation with Slade, for she is none other than Jinx, a hex-casting sorceress who worked as a villain with the H.I.V.E. (Hierarchy of International Vengeance and Extermination) and once for Slade back when there were five Teen Titans.

Gar's attack is halted when a blast of pink energy shots past him and crashes into the malfunctioning heater. Gar freezes when the sorceress lowers the offending hand and mutters: "I'm here to talk, Beast Boy." Gar is shocked by the pleading tone in her voice, as if the speaker was afraid of him, he resumes a more casual posture but still remaining cautious of the intruder.

"Thank you. I'm here to offer you my help in your mission, my reasons are my own but let it be known I won't betray you…" Jinx and Gar had talked for another half-hour, discussing their plan among other things. Gar now had someone to help him with his vengeance, someone who whilst useful was still expendable if need be, though the kind-hearted elf would never dream of sacrificing her no matter her background.

As Gar studied Jinx he noticed that she had assumed more casual behaviour whilst around him instead of acting fearful and pleading. He put it down to the fact that she had realised that he wasn't a threat or that she had forgotten about him. He had a few questions to ask her once had finished her food, whether or not she would like to talk about them. The kind of questions that, depending on the answer, can gain or just as easily lose respect.

"So, why are you helping me?" Gar asked Jinx as soon as she finished eating. Jinx frowned and looked about ready to argue but Garfield cut her off. "I know you said your reasons are your own, but I need to know why you're helping or else it's very hard to trust you. Especially considering your background."

Jinx huffed but complied with her host's request, "I guess… I'm just sick of being seen as a villain. It's been years since I've broken the law, yet if I walk down the street I receive stares of fear and distrust."

She seemed so sincere it was hard not to believe her; still it didn't explain why she was helping Gar, who was essentially a wanted criminal. Gar needed more if he was to going to trust her completely. He'd waited too long for his vengeance to be stabbed in the back an moment away from achieving his goal. The green man motioned for her to continue.

"The only way to gain credibility in this city is to become a hero," Jinx said, "and although you might not believe it yourself, you are a hero. You're trying to stop a madman despite the difficulties and fact that you have to break the law and attack old friends."

Garfield let loose a cold bark of laughter, "I'm no hero, Jinx. I'm a vigilante and barely even that. I'm going after Slade for personal reasons, not to help the world, and I have no problems attacking my 'friends' as I did that plenty when I helped Slade before I left."

'So most of that was a blatant lie,' Gar thought, 'she doesn't know that.'

"But you're still stopping a villain. That's bound to earn some goody points, right?" Jinx was desperately pulling at straws. "If we stop Slade, and the Titans know, won't they let me maybe help them or something…" Jinx stopped short at the look Gar was giving her, her shoulders slumping.

"It's the heart that matter when you're a superhero, Jinx. You have to be willing to give it your all to save people, including your life," said Gar. "Even so, the Titans will be sceptical but they might be willing to put you on a trial run. They look like they could use all the help they can get."

Jinx looked a little more hopeful but Gar hoped that he hadn't scared off his helper. Gar talked with her about miscellaneous details for a while before moving onto plans for how to deal with Slade. As Jinx moved to leave, Gar told her of something that gave her a little bit more hope in her dream.

"I've got a friend coming to help. He's a superhero but a very good friend all the same, he's going to help us with dealing with Slade."

It's short, I know, but I haven't been concentrating on this story much, writer's block and some good ideas for other stories got in the way. For those wondering, Arsenal is Speedy, also I wonder whether anyone can guess who he was talking to on the phone. It's not very hard if you know the comics somewhat.

I have another story coming out in a little while (probably in a little over a week as I'm going away). Here's some info:

Story Title: Deathstroke

Story Description: Slade's back, with a new identity and new powers. Can the Teen Titans stop him or will Slade achieve his goal and destroy the Titans once and for all?

Review please.