DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Titans but the plot and the woman in the story is mine.
A.N. I hope you like this I'm not to sure on the last 2 paragraphs but I thought they helped a little bit. Let me know!
P.s. I apologise to the fan fiction site for not putting a disclaimer on my first chapter. I didn't notice it till after it was uploaded. (opps!)
The man leaned against the cement block wall, his thoughts closed off from the rest of the world by a simple piece of fabric over his eyes. He had switched his customary outfit for something more low-key, a fancy get up wasn't going to impress the person he had come today his sources had told him. So he had opted for a worn pair of jeans and a black turtleneck under a leather jacket. His hair was gelled into a bad boy beadhead as it had been years before as a teen. His hands were in his pockets and his gaze on the cold floor unseeing when the barred door before him slid open with a nerve jangling sound. He looked upa as the prison warden entered.
His temples were silver but the rest of his hair still clung to a rich brown. His eyes were bright in a face who's lines spoke more of having seen to much violence rather then years. He had a military bearing and he focused on the man against the wall.
"You're here to see him than?" the warden asked, he had been and still was a mentor to the younger man, and the six words speak as the conclusion of a long conversation. The younger man nods his look now guarded both from his mentors expected critisizm and from what is yet to come. The older man merely nods his head and leads him to a different door on the other wall towards the isolation cells. The expected critisism is nowhere to be found.
Without a sound the solid steel door slid open at the access code he entered and the stepped into the darkened gloom. The lights sitting on the walls struggled to fend off the darkness but this was the oldest part of the building made back in a time when the public gallows were only a floor above. The doors were solid steel here and the inch thick rivets had convinced even the stobbornest criminals not to try and mess with them. Their footsteps echoed to loud in the shadow shourded ceiling hidden above them. This was the realm of secrets nad sorrow and there was something about the ominous way that the old building held court that made both men remain silent and try to conceal winces at the sound of their own footsteps. Finally they stopped before a door in the darkest corner of the building and the warden swiped a card through the slot next to the door which slid back to reveal the customary barred doors of the original cells. Laying in the far corner on the far corner of the steel bunk the occupant glanced over but the shadows hid his features and his eyes were unreadable.
"You've got company Logan." the warden and the occupant didn't reply, his only response was to draw farther into the shadows watching them both warily. "You've got ten minuets." the warden said swinging open the door and allowing the visitor in lockign the door behind him then starting back down the corridor.
When his footsteps had faded neither the visitor or the prisinor had moved both just looked at each other assessing, the visitor was the first to speak.
"Why did you do it?" His voice was deep but there was a hidden plea in it and the occupant shrugged, and waved a hand as though it was unimportant. "Damn it! Why did you do it?" the man said and his expression isn't shuttered anymore now anger, hurt and betrayal are revealed.
"Well if it isn't the fearless leader come to save me from my sins." the occupant says caulously ignoring the anger of the "fearless leader" and the question as well. Rising his leans against the wall completely swallowed by the shadows save for the strange way his eyes seemed to collect the faint light of the room and reflect it back.
"I just want to know why," the man says, a flash of white teeth was visible as the man gave an ironic smile.
"Why? I never got to ask you that question either. It was you who kicked me out remember? You didn't need me anymore, six were too many for the team as I recall. The weak had to be weeded out. That I could understand, but to throw me right out of the city, to forbid me to return. That didn't make sense. I wasn't a threat to you, oh great one. Yet still I was thrown out of the only city in the world that would accept me as I was. What was I to do?" he said softly his voice deeper then the last time the two of them talked. The past hung heavy between them, both the camaraderie and the faint strains of an anger that has simmered for too long to truly re-ignite.
"You could have gone anywhere, or done anything. I offered to help you. You could have found a new home, I had to follow protocol, you knew our secrets and therefore you were a threat." the man in the shadows rolled his eyes.
"Yes I was going to sell the secret of how to defeat you to the first person who asked. I, wasn't a threat, I, was a friend. You four were my family, that hurt but what hurt worse was the way you never said goodbye. I was just taken one morning to the city limits and dumped like an abandoned puppy." he gave a derisive snort, "Yes I had all the help in the world at my disposal but what good is it when your chased out of every town. When you have to constantly be on guard because some "normal person" is just waiting for an excuse to pump a clip into your back."
"You could have shown then you didn't mean any harm. You could ha-" the man in the shadows cut him off. He could see right through his visitors' weak attempts to make his own guilt feel lighter.
"You know what I look like, where in the world can I go where I could blend in. The answer is nowhere. I simply did what I had to do to survive. These people here have no hold on me and neither do you. In two days max my people will have talked to them and the charges will be shown for the bullshit they are then, I'll be gone, free again. Even if they don't there's no prison in this world hat can hold me, I'll leave and never be heard of again whatever the outcome. You've made it perfectly clear that I'm to have nothing to do with you so I don't have to report to you anymore." there was a no defiance in this statement, a faint brush of bitter acceptance but other then that it was just two strangers talking.
"Are you trying to blame this on me?" the man asked and was given a bitter laugh in response.
"I'm over blaming you, I could see your fault then and I can see it now. You see the world in right or wrong. I was a suspect in a crime as such I was a strike against the team. It made sense to dump me, a convenient excuse to switch me for someone else. I'm over that, honest. All that's left between us are fond memories." his eyes flicked over the mans shoulder as the doors slid open, again there was that wry smile. "I was a child when you abandoned me, I've learned that it's better to be a lone wolf, that way, you can suspect everyone and when they prove to be trustworthy you can have a pleasant surprise." the visitor looked behind him as two people entered. One was the warden and the other was a tall woman, her sapphire hair was pulled into a ponytail and she gave him a cool look.
"Mr. Logan, you have our deepest apologies for holding you here." the man said and the visitor looked at him in surprise. "The true culprit was arrested by the police an hour ago and the papers for your release have just arrived." the prisoner gave a flash of his white teeth.
"I'm glad that the law was able to find the true criminal." Slowly he exited the shadows it took a conscious effort for the man who had come to see him to keep his face smooth and not take a step back. Still not overly tall, he looked as though someone had compressed the six four frame of a top athlete to 5' 10 or less and his broad shoulders pressed against the seams of his shirt and revealed the play of muscles under them. His face was different, the mouth not quite so wide and the eyes no longer innocent. Now the eyes were sharper, more the eyes of an alpha wolf then the gentle eyes that shone out of the visitors memory. His hair was longer, hanging in a shag that hid his sharply pointed ears but his entire body was still a deep green, darker now with age. He stopped when he was face to face with the man. "It was nice to meet you again Robin, this time good-bye will be for far longer." he said, and Robin noticed the gold sliver in his left eye as he looked over at the woman.
"It was an interesting meeting as well Beast Boy." Robin replied to the green mans retreating back as he left with the woman, she talking softly to him.
"Well how did it go?" the warden asked and the man shrugged.
"Time's changed him, but I think I killed him first." the man nodded.
"Betrayal is hard on a soul. Especially for ones such as you two." The visitor glanced at him. "You never told him that the Titans disbanded after he left did you?" the younger man looked away from his mentors' eyes.
"It's never as easy as you think it's going to be, we've both changed." the man nodded and they left the cell it's door locking behind them ominously. A door shutting on the chance to fix the past, the future possibilities that this meeting had represented shut out as well. As the shadows swallowed the man as he headed out of the high security prison.
Wind whistled past the vents of the red helmet as the motorbike spend down the highway, the driver looked through the tinted visor but only faintly saw the landscape around him, he was back ten years in the past turning this very bike around and speeding back to the hurt figure walking away, young body stiff with hurt and the lonely road stretching out before him. His home and friends behind…
"Tears my son?" a woman said and gently touched the trails down his cheeks. He blinked rapidly and turned to look out the window of the small plane carrying him across the ocean, below he thought he saw a red motorbike streak along but he couldn't be sure. He let out a sigh then turned to the woman. Her skin was a dark brown and her eyes the life of the plants. She was the world, a true goddess the one who had saved him as a child and he let out a breath. He was leaving one family and returning to the one where he never had to fear being abandoned again. He laid his head on her shoulder and sobbed for the unfairness of it. She held him knowing that there was no way for her to truly heal the wounds that had been broken open…
A.N. Thanx to the people who reviewed my last chapter. I love reviews, but I get so few of them. Please continue the habit. Feel free to offer ideas if you want I'm open to anything. I LOVE you! Consider this one dedicated to you. I'll keep writing as long as I keep getting reviews. Over and out! (Salute)
P.S. My aplologies for taking so long I had this story written like two days after the first one got reviewed (excited little dance about the reviews) but school's begun and everything fell on me at once so quick review this and I'll update again.!