I've always wanted to do these. This drabble: What if the roles were switched?

Random POV, enjoy.


"Titans, go!"

They say Jump City had been a peaceful place. They tell me the citizens were never afraid to stroll at night, to work in a jewelry store. They tell me doors and windows could've been kept unlocked. They even dare to say there had been a time when there was no murder.

Of course, those are just legends. Myths, spun up by the elders in a desperate attempt to escape the madness, the sheer terror. I nearly pity them.

"I'll ask you one more time," a dark-haired boy no older than my seventeen year old brother said through clenched teeth. He pushed a high-tech looking weapon at Mr. Murphy's—my boss—chest. Swish, on go the sprinklers. "Put the money in the goddamned bag!"

"This is B.S., dudes," one of them said in an undeniably bored tone. He buffed his nails against his chest. "Just shoot him and get the cash. It's already seven and I want to beat Cy at Mega Monkeys 4 by nine."

"Slade told us not to kill this time," another spoke up. "Shut up and go get your share." I recognized her; the devil's spawn. But if you were asking me, they all had crawled up from the pits of hell.

The remaining four split apart. Each heading towards a different teller's stand, I saw one approaching me. I felt my heart rate go up as I sunk lower behind the counter. I knew I should've worked at the petting zoo…

The one who had spoke earlier—Beast, they called him—nodded his head to acknowledge my presence. "Hey," he said coolly. I had nothing to say; not that I could've if I had. My body was frozen as I stared up into those lifeless green eyes. "So listen, I don't really want to kill you, so how's about we just keep this easy? You give me the money, I leave, and no one gets hurt."

He smiled at me. It was a horrible thing; nothing genuine, but cheesy and counterfeit.

I obliged, of course, and handed him a sack full of bills. He gave a peace sign with his left hand and swung the bag over his shoulder, casually leaning against the marble walls.

The largest, Cyborg, soon joined him, after knocking out his own teller. My cousin's friend had known him. He had been normal; he had lived here during the peace. But in his accident, it wasn't just his organs that were replaced; they say his heart now beats to a different tune.

The other female, said to be colder than the devil's spawn, sent a barrage of green light at the man behind the counter. She harrumphed triumphantly and picked up the bag. By the time the other four had collected their money, their leader was still demanding the money.

"Dude, he isn't gonna give it to you willingly! Anytime before we reach the drinking age?" Beast muttered, receiving a slap across his head from Cyborg.

"Shut it, grass stain."

"Nah."

"Whatever," Robin said finally, rolling his eyes. He pulled the trigger. My eyes snapped shut; I had seen too much blood already. I didn't want anymore logged into my brain, especially not Mr. Murphy lying dead on the floor. They had been smart to get stainless steel floors…


Very short drabble. I don't feel like working on mdraj or fotw, but I've got ideas spinning in my head, I swear.

So this an AU, if the titans weren't the good-guys but the baddies. I named Beast Boy Beast because Beast Boy seems more...do-gooder.

Just a girl's POV, no one in particular.

I might submit another one where it's just Raven as the badass.