Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Titans or Mafia.

A now conscious Terra was dropped onto the red-carpeted floor mercilessly as she sucked in the dark surrounding of what seemed like an apartment.

A small room with not much room, shielded windows with light shining through the blinds, a black leather couch on the left and red walls. But at the end of the room was a desk with a large computer chair facing one of the windows swinging slightly back and forth. Terra scrambled to her feet and her breath was rigid. Where was she?

"Terra…" The figure in the chair stated calmly yet roughly as the man turned with the chair to face the frantic teen with a malicious smile ready to smack off any hope from Terra. Terra didn't know whether to answer or to keep quiet. Her question was answered once he continued. "Your name is Terra, ain't it?" He questioned, his smile shifting into a deep frown of concern. Terra couldn't respond.

"I… I'm not sure…" She admitted in defeat. The man in the chair did not look pleased.

"What do you mean, you ain't sure?" The man hissed angrily. The big guys at the back looked up from where they were standing and readied themselves. Terra felt her body heat up. Had the room just gotten hotter?

"I don't know! I don't know how I got here, I don't know who any of you are, I don't know anything!"

"Not even your own name?" The mustached Italian asked now amused. Terra stayed silent then lowered her head.

"No… I can't remember my name or anything." Terra answered. The Italian kept a strong look and Terra frowned as she looked up at him again. "Who are you anyway?" The slick man chuckled and turned his chair around to face the windows again.

"I'm the head of this organization… Terra… this is the Mafia…" The 'macho man' rose from his feet as he got to his feet and walked up to the shaken up blonde. Now he was about two inches away from her. "My name is Marcello. And over there in the back is Arturo and Tito… we're the Mafia." Guido explained with his hands behind his back. Terra stared awkwardly.

"What do you want with me, then?" Terra asked, frowning. The mustached male frowned back. He backed up and sat back on his seat and whipped out a Cuban cigar. Terra walked up to the front of the desk with a wide-eyed stare.

"I need you… because you'd come in handy in this team. You see Terra… if you can take over the city at any time you wanted then you'd come in great use to this Mafia." Marcello explained as he lighted his cigar and watched Terra's confused expression.

"I don't remember doing that…" Terra answered quietly.

"But you did…" Terra glared at him in doubt.

"What if you're lying? I don't think trusting the head of the Mafia is such a good idea…"

"Trust wasn't what I was asking for." The man cut in quickly quite angered at her evading his not-so-kind offer, his imported cigar puffing violently. Terra ignored him.

"Besides, aren't I supposed to be Italian or a guy? I'm none of those…!"

"In this Mafia… anyone who can evade cops and get whatever they want can join…" Marcello snapped, avoiding her protests. He sighed and lied back in the chair. "You, Terra, used to work with the Titans-…"

"Who are they?"

"Let me finish!" The Italian mustachio snarled. "Anyway, you used to fight with them until I don't know, you had some kind of ordeal with them and you left. A few days you're back with them. But one day you're in that suit…" Marcello pointed at her suit that Slade gave her. The beautiful blonde stared at the awkward suit and tugged at it. "… and you're in charge of the city. You fought the Titans and you could've won but you gave up and went against Slade…"

"Wait, who's Slade?" Terra asked. "Is he the one that made turn against the Titans?"

"Yeah… he manipulated you and gave you that suit so he can control your body. You had strong will, so you went against him and triggered a volcano. You stopped it by risking your life and you were encased in stone by doing so. The Titans said they'd get you out but you ended up waiting for a long time. About two months or something but still nothing and instead we had to get you out… and that's how it is." Marcello finished, swishing the cigar in his mouth from the left to the right. Terra looked stunned. She stared down at her suit. Terra's eyes began to water and she broke down in tears, surprisingly to the three men in the room. The mustached Italian sighed and walked to Terra's sighed. "It must be rough to know that your so-called friends… the Titans… finally give up on you, huh…? Wasting two months of your life like that…" Marcello said soothingly, in the total opposite of his real tone. Terra only cried harder. Marcello snapped a crooked smile. "We can help… you can start all over again… get a house, a job and best of all a life… that is… if you do a few good favors…" said the slick-haired Italian slyly. "If you join me, then you'll get whatever you want."

Terra looked up at him hopefully. Marcello wasn't kidding.

"I promise… I'll even get that suit off of ya…" Marcello said with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. He squeezed gently, still grinning. "If only you join our Mafia…" Terra sobbed and choked until she stared him straight in the eye. "Yes or no…?"

In an average human's mind, this would be a very tempting offer yet a very devious and dangerous choice. But usually, people would listen to their wants instead of their common sense and only pay attention to the good part of a deal. Once the person would agree to the deal they would snap back to earth and ask themselves what they have previously done. Terra did exactly the same.

"Yes…" Terra choked. She wanted a real life more than anything after that story. Terra finally knows that she has no where to go and she had nothing but this suit that was created by a mad man. Later, Terra might discover that what she had just agreed to will be life-threatening but for now this man might be her only hope.

Marcello grinned and swished the Cuban cigar in his mouth again.

"I like your style, kid. I guarantee you won't regret this. But I gotta warn you- it's a dangerous job. You up for it now or you prefer to get that this off?" The smoking man tapped Terra's chest plate. Terra looked up at him.

"I want to take this thing off…" Terra said with quite the relief. Marcello's smile faded and was replaced with wonder.

"You try to take it off…" Marcello suggested. Terra tried but it didn't budge. She shook her head in defeat. Marcello grinned. He pulled ou a bottle of red liquid and pulled off the cork. Terra flinched at it.

"What is that?" she asked. Marcello kept her still as he raised it over her and let it wash over her.

"Just close your eyes."He ordered. She complied as the red solvent gained a mind of its own and swirled around her like claws. "Just relax."