Author's Note: Ah so inspired to do this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. (It feels good to say that again)

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Richard Grayson, nine years old, black hair and fair skin, his parents were filthy rich. He lived in a huge mansion, not even knowing what the world has in store for him. He was very mature for a young boy his age, going with his father in business trips and meetings, having bodyguards around him 24/7, and helping run the family business. Yes, he was talented, and very popular among the youngsters in Jump City, not to mention his striking looks. However, he seemed to have always hid his eyes behind his black shades. No one, except for his family, has seen him without them. Oh how girls in the city dreamed of have seeing his eyes, imagining them in different shades and colors. Some even believed him to be blind. What stupid humans, how he despised their filthy attitude, yet it is his job to protect them. It was his job, as Batman's sidekick. Now he was alone…all alone with a huge fortune. What would he do with it? He had absolutely no idea…

Usually now, he would cry in his room, and rant about how the world was stupid and it hated him. Someone would answer him, but he never knew who or what it was.

It was Christmas Eve and he was alone. He was curled up in one corner, stressfully tearing out every single picture he had, no matter how valuable they used to be.

"Why are you crying, little boy?" she would always ask, just as she did now. Her voice was monotonous, but it was soothing and calming, just what he needed.

"I hate everything… My life is stupid and I hate it…" Richard answered back.

"Your life isn't stupid," she replied.

"YES IT IS! LOOK AT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO ME!" he practically screamed at the shadow that was now forming on the wall.

"Consider yourself lucky…" her sarcasm wasn't much needed.

He fiddled with his birderang. "Is this what you call lucky?"

"Yes." She wasn't being sarcastic this time. He could tell. Her voice was sudden and imposing, however, she seemed as if she were close to tears.

"Who are you, anyway? I've been talking to nothing…"

"You call me nothing?"

"Only if I don't know you…show yourself," he commanded her proudly.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then tell me your name… What are you?"

"An angel." She replied.

"Are you serious?" he asked questioningly, letting go of everything he was holding. He partly believed her, but knew it couldn't be true. "I don't believe in angels."

"I'm being ironic." She answered back, almost defensively.

"Then who are you?" I asked again, still not happy with her answer. "Or at least show yourself to me."

A shadow of a bird was imprinted on the wall. It was elegant and beautiful, although not fully-grown yet. The bird had a red gem on its forehead. Richard came closer to touch the raven, but the only thing he could feel was the cold cement from the wall. From afar, it did seem like an angel…with its wings and its elegance, its gracefulness…

"I told you I was an angel." The figure of the bird lowly came to shape a girl in the darkness, he couldn't make out her features but she had pale skin and lilac eyes.

"Angel…" The word slipped from little Richard's mouth.

A knock came to his door.

"Sir, who were you talking to?" Butler's head emerged from the door.

Richard looked back at the corner, which was now empty.

"An angel…" He whispered.

"Alright, then, come have your supper, our Cook has provided us with very delicious food for the evening, it is Christmas Eve, after all…" Butler offered his hand. "Remember, Little Master, even if your parents aren't here, you are never alone…"

"I know…" Richard smiled.

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Author's Note: Not bad, but not what I expected it to turn out…ooh! What if a make another one! Ahhahahahah! I will!