Now is the time to learn about New Titan #2.

Three: Jessie Logan

I stared at the intricate patterns of the rich quilt beneath me. I had no idea how much time had passed. A distant voice finally stirred me to move. I could not hear the words it spoke, but I could hear its desperate pleading tone.

I let myself out of the room and followed the sound along the chill hallway. As I drew closer, I was able to distinguish the desperate Romanian words that were spoken in a rough, male voice.

"Jessie, you packed yet?"

Jessie Logan looked up from Bloodline and looked at his father standing in the doorway.

"Yeah, it's over there," he said, pointing to the suitcase by the door. "And I'm taking this book as a carry on."

"Good. Now come over hear for a second."

Jessie rolled off of his bed and walked over to his Dad.

Jessie, now about sixteen years old, was tall and gangly with ropey muscles and long, piano fingers. He had messy, blue hair that went down a little passed his ears. He had pointed ears and baby-blue skin, which he would often cover up with skin colored cream. Needless to say he wasn't the hottest guy in school, but he wasn't hideous, either. His usual attire was black with a thick stripe of dull orange (A/N just think of Slade's colors on Beastboy's outfit with the sleeves and pant legs ripped.)

He was pretty smart, but very shy. He would never raise his hand to answer a question in class, even when he knew it, and he hated giving speeches. He could have a lot of friends, easy, but he was too busy with his nose in a book or too shy to make some. He was picked on a lot by most of the football team and even the cheerleaders sometimes. He even recalled an incident where he was stuffed into a trashcan… or was it his locker…?

"Here's something I want you to take with you." He handed him a piece of rubber like a drug dealer. Jess looked at it.

"A whoopee-cushion?"

"Yeah, tonight at dinner you can use it on anyone at the table. Heck, you can even use it on your old man, if you want!"

"Dad, you know how I'm not into pranks…"

"Yeah… but just take it, anyway."

"You're not spoiling my son with ideas of useless pranks, are you?" said a voice.

The two Logans looked over to see the third walking down the hall, her arms crossed.

"Oh, Raven, I was just trying to get the boy to have some fun!"

She sighed and then said "You to had better put on your make-up."

So, they went into the bathroom and took out a bottle of flesh colored skin-cream and began to rub it on their faces.

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"Flight from San Francisco to San Diego now boarding. Flight from San Francisco to San Diego now boarding."

"That's us," said Garfield as the Logans boarded the plane.

They walked down the narrow isle to their seats: three cramped seats in the back. Jessie took window, Garfield took middle, and Raven took isle.

Maybe I can finally finish this, Jessie thought as he opened Bloodline once again. The plane's engines began to roar but Jess was too incased in his book to notice.

… "Please," the voice wept, cracking as it went on. "Do not deprive me of salvation. I do not want to be cast down into the fiery pits nor share your living hell!"

I reached the door from behind which the sounds came. I opened it, not bothering to conceal my presence. Pretense seemed pointless now. Why hide from these demons when I carried their blood?

Yet for all my bravado, I was not ready for what I witnessed inside.

"Hey, slugger," said Gar as he play punched his arm, breaking him of the book's spell.

Oh, yeah, he though, glumly, I'm sitting next to dad… Then he sighed and put his book down. This is going to be a long, long flight.

That was Jessie! Next will be Pete!

R&R!

T.