DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Teen Titans, except Zero.
Upon entering the living room, he spotted the four other teens that had attempted to stop the beast from before. The short one with the spiked hair, the 8-foot tall cyborg, and the tall girl with the bright red hair were sitting at the table in the corner. A short green guy was cooking breakfast, and Raven joined him in the kitchen to make tea.
When his presence became known in the room, everyone stared at Zero in silence. He felt their eyes goring into him, but he remained emotionless. Raven suddenly broke the silence. It made Zero jump a little.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Zero, the man who saved me yesterday," she said. "Zero," she said turning to him. "I'd like you to meet Robin," she pointed to the short one with the spiked hair. "Starfire," she pointed to the girl with bright red hair sitting next to the short one with spiked hair. "Cyborg."
"Yo," the 8-foot cyborg said, smiling slightly.
"And Beast Boy. We call him BB." She gestured toward the small green guy cooking breakfast.
"Hope you like Tofu eggs!" Shouted Beast Boy over the cooking noise. Zero's stomach gave a sudden lurch; he hadn't eaten in at least two days.
"Any food would be great," Zero said, still keeping a straight face.
"We set an extra seat for you over by Cyborg," Raven said. "Go on in and sit down. Make yourself at home."
'I have no home, nor do I remember what it felt like to have one,' he thought miserably to himself.
He sat down next to Cyborg, and a thick silence set over the room. No one spoke through breakfast, or when everyone was cleaning up. Zero did his part peacefully, grabbed a soda, and quietly left for the roof again.
"What do I do?" he said to himself. "I have nowhere left to go, but I am injured. I sure as hell would stir up a commotion at the hospital, especially since I'm technically dead. I can't get a job to at least rent an apartment. Fuck."
He made his way to the roof, and stood against the wall. He watched as people went about their normal business, and watched various boats come and go. He sat down with his back against the wall, finished his soda and examined the can. He threw it up in the air, drew his gun, and unloaded the clip into it. It fell with eight perfect holes in the sides.
"This is my only real talent." He slammed another clip into the firearm and holstered it. "Killing." He hung his head and stared at the ground and spent shell casing.
"No, your talent is you astounding accuracy," a male voice said. Zero looked up to see Robin walking toward him.
"What?" Zero said blankly as he stood up.
"Your accuracy. That is your real talent."
Zero stared silently at him.
"That was very impressive, what you did yesterday. You took out that monster without any help from us, and you only spent two bullets."
"That thing was kind of hard to miss."
"But you hit it in exactly the same spot both times. You even saved Raven's life, almost at the expense of yours. That almost never happens. She usually is supposed to save the bystander's life. We really owe you one for that."
"I don't want to get in the way," Zero said quietly. "I'll just leave."
He walked toward the door, but Robin stopped him. "Where will you go?" he asked. Zero remained silent.
"What I'm trying to get at is that we would like to have you on our team."
"I work as a mercenary. I travel, take odd jobs, and travel some more. I don't think I'll be very reachable."
"On the contrary. Every team member here has his or her own living quarters any way they would have it. You would be no exception."
"I would stay here permanently?"
"Yes. If you accept this offer, you will receive this," he held out a circle-shaped communicator, with a yellow 'T' in the very center. "And you will receive a room of your own, with a bed, computer, optional stereo, closet and bathroom, all in any shape, form, and color of your choosing."
Zero turned around and thought hard. This would be his resting place, his dwelling, his home. He made up his mind.
"It all sounds good," he said turning around with a slight smirk on his face. "But can I get a shooting range in the room?"
"That's a stretch," Robin said laughing. "But I'll make it happen. Welcome to the Team!"
So there ya go. He's a Titan now, and I really have no idea of what to do for the next chapter. !#$
Oh well, I'll come up with something.
So, how am I doing so far? Let me know, and I'll get on to writing chapter 5.