A/N: Here I am, my first day of summer vacation, and I am bored to death! I went swimming, and willingly tidied and did summer work! AHHHHHH! I have redone this chapter six times, the worst part is that the end result was only okay. I hope you like it, and I'm sorry it took about two weeks. You are truly pacient and lenient readers. (If I flatter you maybe you'll keep reading! But I still mean what I said.) Also, any information on Robin fighting and training, and fighting in general. I don't know ANYTHING about fighting, and I need help. I can fake it for a little, but eventually I need info. Oh and what's that hat rack that Robin uses to train on called? I know it's not a hat rack, but it looks like one.

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We climbed back into the car, Starfire with Ice Cream stains all over her front. Somehow I still felt gloomy on the ride home. I had managed to put it off, but whenever I argue or in any way fight I always get moody and frustrated. It's almost like an 'on' button for PMS. Girls you know how that feels, and boys know how awful it is to deal with.

I hate acting on emotions alone, I listen to them but am not ruled by them. Just because I feel them doesn't mean I have to react! Well, I was having a hard time not reacting. It didn't help that my PMS symptoms were being supported by the fact that a frightened and starved little girl had caused them. I was not happy with the end result of the fight, and I was not happy that its reason was unknown.

I wanted to go to a place where there was silence, no entities, no patience's sapping teens, and no idiot children. I sighed and settled back in my thoughts, stewing over them sullenly. Fortunately the other Teens were far more perceptive then I gave them credit, they left me alone. As soon as the car parked I climbed out, giving every one a reassuring but gentle smile.

I ambled over to the Tower, needing to find a good SILENT room. With a sigh I walked up to the elevator, somehow managing to pass the teens with my slow pace. I told you they were perceptive. I stepped into the confining and bland elevator, almost forgetting to press a button.

"Why was she in the jail," I murmured softly, somehow voicing my questions making the answers seem nearer. "What could a twelve-year-old girl have possibly gained?" I automatically avoided the walls and open doors. "Does this have something to do with the mysterious yet infamous Slade?" I sighed, "It had to have had some ring leader in this," I paced a little. I felt frustrated and had so many OBVIOUS yet half formed ideas floating around in my head. "How else could a frightened and starved little girl go into crime?"

I reached the stairs and began to go up and down them, the near pitch black comforting. "I heard no anger in her, just fear." I yelled in frustration, the animal scream sounding odd from my lips. "She so obviously didn't want to do this, the whisper of hope and determination was missing!" In my anger I missed a step, suddenly I slid down two or three ledges before grabbing the handrail. I swallowed, sending my stomach back where it belongs, "That was stupid," I commented as I sat down on the dark steps, my frantic pacing momentarily forgotten.

I sighed and buried my face in my hands, "I'll go 'interrogate' her tomorrow," I said with determination, "For now I'm just going to sit back and wait." I got up and headed to the nearest door. I opened it and was stunned by the light, blinking I held my arm in front of my eyes. I felt no danger, but I did hear the distant sound of people. As my eyes adjusted I left with one last comment, "Maybe I should compare notes with Robin, and Wind."

With that I set the matter aside and headed after the noise. It started as just the muttering of unfamiliar voices. As I neared a certain door I began to make out the sounds of the other Titans, though I still couldn't hear their words. I paused at the door, should I open or knock?

"What in the world could they all be doing together that would make me have to knock?" I muttered then shivered at the thoughts that my disgusting teenage mind brought up. I decided to knock, I lifted my hand and gave two firm raps. Nothing, okay then I'll try again, I gave four HARD knocks.

I stepped back, nursing my poor hand. "What could they possibly be doing that would block me out?" I wondered, then shivered once again. "Mind out of the gutter," I began to chant, teenagers are so disgusting. Too bad I was one of them. We used to play games where you would say a random comment and then see what sexual innuendoes you could get out of it. I ALWAYS won, or at least tied. I would have to try that with Star, I grinned evilly.

I gave one last try at knocking; I stood back and kicked the door with all my might. It made a resounding THUD, "Owe," I whimpered, giving a little hop.

After a second the door began to slowly open and a confused elfling peaked around its frame. "Oh, its you Mage," he said, visibly relaxing. He opened the door and stepped aside, "You didn't have to knock."

I entered and saw that they were in a training room or something... Raven was meditating, Starfire was battling odd little computer things, Cyborg was punching stuff, and Robin was battling with a hat rack. The worst part was that the hat rack was winning.

Beast Boy went over to a treadmill and began to run. 'He's going to SWITCH!' I heard his body yell, 'Quick get ready! Nerves numb, Cells loosen, and above all DO AS I SAY!' I couldn't help but giggle at Beast Boy's brain's antics. He changed into a turtle, 'Good job team. I hate my job.' If only Beast Boy knew how much his body resented his talent!

I walked over to watch Robin; it was really cool. He hit one hat hanger thing, then another, and another. After a few minutes Robin stopped and grabbed his water bottle. "Hey Mage," he said distractedly, taking a huge gulp. He panted a little then turned back to me, "What happened back at the jail?" He asked, somehow managing to regain his breath. How they managed to just FIGHT then go and EXERSIZE I don't know.

I gave him a lost look, then began to think. Something happened, from the sound of it something bad and unusual. Something bad, and unusual, concerning me... I shook my head, "I have no idea what you are talking about," I told him firmly.

At that a worried look crossed Robin's face, "When that girl managed to kick you against a wall." He replied slowly, his arms crossed.

Suddenly my face cleared, "You thought I could fight didn't you?" I asked him in surprise. I can be subtle; I just didn't want to. That did explain a lot though, well at least this time I didn't lie. That meant he couldn't yell at me, well he could but not in good conscience.

He sighed, "You can't fight, at all?" he asked, hoping for a no. He leaned against the rack, surprisingly gracefully. How you can fight a losing battle with a hat rack then lean against it without falling down I don't know. Robin is a boy of many talents.

I blinked, "Um, no..." I trailed off, "You're going to do something about that aren't you?" I asked him dejectedly.

He nodded, "Yes, you can't be with the Teen Titans and not know how to defend yourself."

I gave him a smile, "All right then, I'll just have to perfect my 'talent,'" I said matter of factly. I didn't bother leaving, I knew my weak attempt at avoiding fighting wasn't going to work.

Robin gave me an unreadable look, "You know what I mean," he said in an accusing tone.

I sighed, "Yes I do," I told him, I decided not to tell him my great misgivings. He doesn't know how I can hear the cells scream in death every time I give ANYONE so much as a paper cut. I knew I was being a melodramatic teen, but in all honesty he couldn't do anything about it. Even if he could, I wouldn't want him too; appreciating the pain I cause makes me appreciate what I do. Besides, I couldn't leave the Titans to protect me, that was foolish and immature. If I ever needed emotional support I'd tell him, that was the plan.

Robin gave me a nod, "I think I'm going to get along with you very nicely," he told me. Most people think that, then they get to know me. He stepped away from the hat rack thing and walked over to Cyborg and his punching bag. "I want you to hit this as hard as you can," he told me, asking Cyborg to step back.

I walked over, "Now?" I asked with distaste. I always make a fool of myself when I fight or hit ANYTHING. I'm better with and prefer words; the damage can be stronger and last longer. You can break someone's bone, but if you damage his or her mind there is no way to fix it, and the torment is so much worse.

Robin gave me a disgusted glance, Cyborg smirked, "Yes now." He stepped back, muttering darkly.

I sighed and stepped in front of it, I gave an uncertain look at both of them. I grimaced and pulled back my arm then gave a halfhearted swing. Cyborg was smirking and Robin looked like he had just been handed a grenade. If I could blush (I never have so I honestly think I am unable to) I would have turned my entire body lobster red.

I scuffed my foot but didn't say anything, Cyborg decided to step in. "Now Mage," he said, taking my place in front of the punching bag. "When you hit something, put some amount force into it," he pulled his arm back and demonstrated.

The bag swung forward; there was no way I was going to be able to do that. As the bag swung it began to speak, 'Good job Cy, the girl over there doesn't know what she's doing. Her arm must be made of Jell-O.'

I glowered at it dangerously; Cy stepped out of the way and turned to me. "Now you try," he said, even as I was telling myself that violence wasn't the way to solve my problems.

I nodded and stepped up, and pulled back my arm, Cy gave a laughing noise. I stopped and turned to him, "All right, obviously I am doing something wrong here," I told him in sickly sweet tones. Unfortunately this just amused him more, "Before we continue and you snicker to death, why don't you show me how to do it right?" I raised my eyebrows at him and backed up, getting hostile in my embarrassment.

'Good thing you stopped girly girl, you probably would have broken a nail,' the bag quipped, or something to that extent. The entities don't use our insults, but if I used theirs the point would be missed entirely.

Cyborg walked up, his amusement only chaffing against my injured pride. "What you are doing is pulling your arm AWAY from your body, not back," he told me. I nodded and watched him pull his back, then execute a punch.

'Excellent,' the swinging bag commented, 'Good luck on teaching that girl fighting, but she won't make it.'

I seethed silently, no one aware of my anger. I pulled back my arm, yet almost immediately tried to stop myself. So many years of holding myself in from physical and verbal violence making this difficult. Now I have no problem yelling, like I did at Robin earlier, but I know how to wound someone and I won't do that...normally. I pulled back my arm again, and hit, the bag didn't even shiver.

'Wow,' it commented tartly, 'she's worst then I thought. It's a surprise she has survived so far.'

Cyborg stepped up, I had to force my face blank, "Mage just put some force in it," he pleaded. He didn't even bother to punch the bag.

I nodded and silently stepped up, I wish the bag could say as much. 'You're wasting your time; that sand bag (now that was a serious insult for a punching bag. Compare a sandbag to a punching bag and see if you can understand.) She can't hit any harder than a pillow can take a punch!'

I growled and pulled back my arm that was quite enough. I felt myself grimace and I slammed that bag with all my might (which wasn't much), but it shivered! Cyborg looked a little impressed, "Good job Mage, now just keep going on harder. That's your main problem at the moment."

I nodded and threw another punch, and another, until he told me to stop. Now, this might sound impressive, but after the first punch all the bag did was laugh at me. My legs are strong from walking, and I'm in shape, but other then that I'm disgustingly weak.

"All right Mage, good try. You can stop now, we'll work on this tomorrow." He looked over at me and smiled, "Right now I'm tired from that fight, even though it wasn't much of one." He looked slightly disappointed that he hadn't had a real challenge, boys.

I nodded, "All right, I'll be right with you," I told him. He nodded and turned to leave, I began to examine the bag.

He turned back, "What are you doing?" he asked in an exhausted voice.

I continued to run my hands over the bag, "Searching for seams," I told him. That arrogant bag may be right about my punching, but I can kick. Plus I'll know where to kick. Cyborg stepped back to watch; I had found a seam.

I began to listen for the weakest one; eventually I found it. By then I was gaining an audience, I guess that the fact that Cyborg was watching made it interesting. I ignored them and stepped back. I balanced on the balls of my heels, the position I normally use to keep my balance. I leaned back and bent at my knees, I had been told that it's a wonder I haven't killed myself before now.

I disregarded all warnings about that poise and tensed. I eyed the seam and smiled darkly. Then I sprinted two steps forward and bounced in place once. That's another odd thing about me, I can't just leap off from a run. I left the floor with a foot aimed at the weakest seam. I zoomed in at the broken thread; it's a surprise it lasted this long. My heel came in contact with it, and there was a screaming from the thread as the bag tore.

Just a little, about a foot, but the weakened thread gave under my weak force. I stepped back and smiled, then surveyed my work. 'How was that for force you sand bag,' I said sharply before walking away.

I dimly heard Cyborg, "Awe, now I have to repair it for the third time this week!" I grinned, I personally thought he should throw away that SandBag.

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Cerberus5550: What did you think of the picture? The computer wouldn't let me see how it scanned before I sent it. I'm sorry about taking this long, but it needed to be done. I hope you enjoyed it, sorry I can't write more. I spent two weeks writing this, I don't think I want to waste any more time before posting.