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Send Me on My Way

Chapter Seven: Familiar

It was wonderfully quiet. There was the occasional movement, but she barely detected it. All that was around her was this blissful… nothingness. But not an unpleasant, stale nothingness. This was something she could lose herself in, and gladly so. It just felt so-

"Shayera?"

She scrunched up her face.

"Shayera? Are you asleep?"

Something came uncomfortably close to her face.

"Are you asleep?"

Slowly – and very reluctantly – Shayera opened her eyes, blinking a few times to clear the sleep dust from her eyelids. Her head was resting against the window, giving her a great vantage point to see all the buildings and skyscrapers as they flew by. At least, she would have been looking at the skyscrapers if there were any in Jump City. While there were tall buildings in the Teen Titans' city, there were never any that made one gape with awe along the lines of the Empire State Building or the Metro Tower.

"I was," she muttered irritably, rubbing her eyes to clear the bleariness. She looked over and saw Wally grinning inanely, obviously happy to have irritated her. After glaring at Wally, she took in her surroundings. Ah, that's right; they were in Cyborg's car. What did he call it? The T-car?

Cyborg had been pretty prompt picking them up from the train station. The way Wally and Dick had been talking about him on the train, she thought they would have been waiting for him to arrive for hours.

"Wally, you realise you haven't actually matured over the years? That you've gotten worse?" Cyborg asked, looking at him in the rear-view mirror.

"What can I say? You guys were a bad influence on me," he said, leaning back in his chair while resting his head on his interlocked fingers. "And then I went to the Justice League, and they just made me worse…"

Shayera's head whipped around from the scenery to look at Wally. "Hey! How did we make you worse?"

"Oh, don't deny it, Shayera. You guys were out to corrupt me from day one."

"I- what!"

Wally just closed his eyes and pretended to go to sleep. Shayera could hear a distinct snicker coming from the front passenger seat. With a scowl, she promptly kicked it, silencing Dick Grayson.

"Hey, hey!" Cyborg yelled angrily, struggling to keep his eyes on the road. "If you kids can't behave, at least wait until you get out of my baby!"

Now that was something Wally and Dick had warned her about; Cyborg's near disturbing love for his car, which he made from scratch. She had been rather impressed with that fact, and, having seen the vehicle, was even more so now, but one thing that Wally had told her stuck in her mind:

"No matter what you, do not, I repeat, do not compliment the T-car. He will never leave you alone. Ever."

And so, she kept her mouth shut. Cyborg peeked at her in the mirror. "So, uh… Shayera. What do you think of the T-car?"

Her green eyes went wide. Wally's snapped open. Dick just smirked.

"Uh… well, it's…" she looked over at the speedster on her right for support, who just shrugged, a panicky look on his face. She was so going to kick his ass later.

"It's… nice."

Wally winced and looked out the window. Dick let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

"Really?" Cyborg replied, his eyes lighting up with interest. "Well, you've got good taste. This here T-car is the most efficient road vehicle on the planet; it has 10 bi-polar…"

Shayera let out a silent sigh and looked out the window as Cyborg went on about his 'baby'.

It was going to be a long stay.

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Wally grinned and loudly clapped his hands together as he entered the Rec Room. Or the rumpus room. Or the living room. He had no idea what to call it; never did. He just knew he came in here and relaxed, whether that be in the kitchen taste testing Starfire's new dishes, playing Gamestation with Cyborg and Beast Boy, or trying to complete crosswords faster than Dick could manage. Or, he thought with a fond smile, enjoying Raven's company.

It didn't matter. All he knew was that for a very important part of his life, this Tower was home, and he enjoyed most of it in this room. He quickly made his way over to the kitchen and made himself a triple mocha latte, reaching into cupboards and pushing buttons as though he had never left.

"Who else wants latte's?" he asked loudly, his grin almost outgrowing the width of his face.

Cyborg's hand shot up instantly as he entered with the others. "Only if you're makin' it!" He bent down to Shayera and put his hand on the other side of his face, as though telling her some great secret. "No-one makes lattes like Wally. They're insanely good." He hopped up onto one of the stools next to the kitchen counter.

The grin on Wally's face widened, if that were humanly possible.

"Dick? Shayera? You want a piece of Wally's latte?"

Dick grimaced. "Uh… no. You just made that sound way more disgusting than it needed to be." With the grace of an acrobat, Dick flopped onto the sofa and turned on the TV, keeping the volume at an inoffensive level.

Shayera just shrugged and slipped onto the stool on Cyborg's left. "I guess it couldn't hurt."

A look almost akin to horror crossed Cyborg's features. "'Couldn't hurt'? 'Couldn't hurt'?" He looked at Shayera while pointing a thumb at Wally. "Girl, have you even had one of the Flashman's lattes?"

The speedster cast his gaze upwards. "I made one for her once, but she fell asleep and got attacked by some telepathic nightmare guy."

Shayera shook her head and looked over at Cyborg. "So, to answer your question, no."

A wry smile crossed Cyborg's lips, and his entire attitude seemingly changed with the gesture. It was as if one minute he was this child, excited to have one of his brothers home, and now he was merely living another normal day.

These young superheroes were really weird.

"So… where have you guys been?"

"Well… first we went to Jay Garrick's house-" Wally began, but Shayera put up a hand to interrupt him.

"If I remember correctly, Wally, there was a certain phase of our trip that happened before that? Something involving a car?"

Sheepishness crawled over the speedster's face. "Maybe…"

"And… what happened during this… phase, Wally?"

"I kinda… sorta…"

She cupped her hand around her ear. "What was that, Wally? I can't hear you."

Even Dick was interested now, paying little attention to the chef on the screen rattling on about snails.

"… I…" Wally turned around. "Mayhavecrashedthecarbydrivingitwithmylegs coffee anyone?"

Shayera smirked. "Why, certainly."

Cyborg and Dick looked at each other, and promptly burst out laughing. Even though she couldn't see his face, Shayera could tell that Wally was blushing a shade of red that would match his costume, if he were wearing it.

"Man… you… drove with it with your legs?" Cyborg guffawed.

"It was just a joke, okay? Anyway, we went other places anyway, so you should shut up about the driving thing now, like right now."

The half robot hero waved a hand. "Okay, okay…" He wiped away a tear before taking a deep breath and trying to continue. "So, uh…" another little giggle escaped, at a pitch much too high for someone of Cyborg's bulk. "…where else did you go?" he asked, looking at Shayera.

Feeling somewhat lighter, Shayera smiled before responding. "We went to see Jay and Joan Garrick first."

"Ah, the original Flash. Did you have Joan's apple pie?"

All three men in the room simultaneously stopped what they were doing and gazed into the distance with fond smiles, as though remembering some wonderful event. After noting this sudden change, Shayera just nodded.

"Yeah, I did."

"And?"

Even Wally seemed interested. She had been suspiciously schtum about the whole 'greatest apple pie in the world' thing. Shayera shot a teasing glance in Wally's direction so that only Cyborg could see.

"They weren't that great."

Wally nearly dropped the coffee mug he was handing to Cyborg. "You what?"

Shayera shrugged. "I just thought… they weren't fantastic. They weren't bad… you must have built up the hype too much."

A knowing looked crossed Cyborg's face. "The 'apple pie equals no war' thing?"

"He's done it before?"

"Too much."

"Hang on a second…" Wally said, scratching his chin as he exaggeratedly studied Shayera's expression. "You were messing with me!"

"I was not."

"Yes, you were. Look, I can see it your eyes! For shame." His voice lowered to a whisper and his eyes thinned. "For shame."

Cyborg shook his head and sipped his coffee. He recoiled instantly, looking surprised and satisfied at the same time. "Damn, man! How the hell do you get it so good?"

"Joan makes great apple pie; I make good coffee." His pale blue eyes lit up with inspiration. "Imagine having them together."

Cyborg stopped mid sip. "Don't go there, man."

"No, but just consider it… that would be-"

The doors to the room slid open, revealing Beast Boy and a very tired looking Raven. The green changeling, oblivious to any weariness on his companions' part, continued to jump around, wildly gesturing to add to some point he was making.

"…and the hat goes on the other side of the elephant, okay? I just-" he stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Wally behind the kitchen counter.

"Wally! Dude!"

He leapt over the table and wrapped his arms around the speedster, turning into a bear as he did so.

Wally made a muffled noise of protest.

"Uh… Gar? I appreciate the hug, but… bear fur really stinks," Wally said slowly, his voice muffled by the green fur.

Beast Boy looked down at his captive and an embarrassed look instantly crossed his face. It was quite interesting, actually; Shayera had never seen a bear look embarrassed before. There was a quick blur of colour, and a young green skinned teen stood where the bear had been.

"Heh… sorry about that."

"Ah, it's okay," Wally said, waving a dismissive hand. "I would've done it if you hadn't."

On the other side of the room, Dick rose to his feet. "What? No hug for me?"

Beast Boy frowned. "Uh… no."

"Thank God. How are you guys?"

"It's all good." His eyes widened and he turned to Wally excitedly. "Oh! Dude! Dude! We have an iced mocha machine! And a slushy machine!"

The speedster's eyes were quickly overcome with the same frantic excitement. "You… My… God. The possibilities." He looked Beast Boy in the eyes. "Well? C'mon, where is it?"

"Follow me, maestro."

And with that, the two jokesters of their respective teams were gone, arm in arm, practically skipping out of the room like little schoolgirls. A welcome silence descended upon the room, the only noise the faint twittering of the television.

"Well," Cyborg began, finishing his coffee and slamming the mug down on the table, "I've got to get those repairs for the T-ship done. Nice to see you guys."

Dick stood. "Hey, is-"

"She's out on a mission."

"Oh. When-"

"Tomorrow."

"Oh. While I wait, can I-"

"Follow me."

Dick switched off the TV, and followed Cyborg out of the room to the T-ship launch bay, discussing new types of power converters or some such.

Shayera really didn't know too much about that sort of thing. On Earth, at least.

"I see you've been taken in by Wally's coffee."

The Thanagarian looked around to see Raven with a wry smile on her face, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"What can I say?" she responded, shrugging. "He makes good coffee." She cocked an eyebrow at the empathy. "Don't you think so?"

"I… don't really have much of a tolerance for caffeine. It messes with my meditation routine."

"Oh."

A silence fell between the two.

"So…" Raven began awkwardly, "on a vacation with Wally. That must take… some kind of psychotic illness."

Shayera smiled. "It wasn't exactly by choice. And besides," she paused to take sip of Wally's divine coffee, "he's not that bad."

Raven stirred her tea. "I suppose."

"Well, you must have thought so too. You dated him, after all."

She slothfully gave her a 'look'. "Remember, that was a very… very… long time ago." She went back to her tea.

"Six or seven years, right?"

The empathy paused in her stirring. "Right." She dumped the teabag in the trash and turned to face Shayera, leaning against the counter.

"Why'd you do it, anyway?"

Raven cocked a curious purple eyebrow. "What?"

"Go out with Wally? I mean, I'm his friend, and sometimes even I can't stand him."

She closed her eyes and shrugged, tucking a piece of stray purple hair behind her ear. "Well, as you said, he wasn't that bad. He could even be quite charming-"

A resounding belch echoed down the corridor, followed by a stream of Beast Boy's giggling.

"Dude! Nice one!"

Raven sighed as she looked at Shayera. "-at times."

Shayera gave her a sympathetic smile.

She sipped her coffee.

Raven sipped her tea.

"Raven?"

The empath seemed to pause at the use of her name. "Yes?"

"What do you know about… Wally's father?"

"His father?"

Shayera nodded silently.

A thoughtful look creased Raven's features. "He never really talked about his parents. At least, not his biological ones. It was hard to get him to shut up if it was about his Uncle Barry or Aunt Iris, though."

The Thanagarian bowed her head. "So you don't know anything, either?"

"Well… I know that his father wasn't particularly kind to him."

Shayera's green eyes instantly came up to meet Raven's. "He told you that?"

"Not… in so many words. But I'm an empath. Whenever the topic of his father came up, something would happen in his mind and he wouldn't acknowledge it. The only time I've sensed that is with children who were abused by their parents."

Shock crossed Shayera's features. "You think that Wally's father-"

"No. At least, not likely. Physical abuse leaves a very distinct emotional scar, and I didn't detect anything like that from Wally. What I got was... more up here," she said, pointing to her head. "In this line of work, you get to see it a lot. Parents, Spouses… it's all the same thing. The victim becomes so used to the constant verbal and psychological abuse to the point where he or she actually starts to believe it."

"And you think that's what happened with Wally?"

Raven nodded and took a sip of her tea. "I think most of his immaturity stems from his father's treatment of him. For instance, have you ever noticed how he'll sometimes seem to act quite…?"

"Stupid?"

Raven nodded again. "But then, at some random point, he'll do something that genuinely surprises you with how… innovative or just generally impressive it is?"

"I… yes," Shayera replied, slightly amazed. "Little things, mostly."

Like the Flash ring that contained his costume.

Or the way he could change the frequency of his communicator to monitor police bands without batting an eyelid.

Or, as much as she pained to admit it, beating her at chess.

"But then he'll do something almost instantly afterwards to make you downgrade your opinion of him again, won't he?"

Shayera nodded.

He had made a stupid joke the second he had showed her the Flash ring.

He had made a big display of clumsily dropping his communicator.

And he had fallen off his chair after playing chess against her.

But then again, Superman did that as well.

Raven shrugged. "But, I have to admit… he's getting better."

"He's got good friends. That's another sign, I suppose. He makes strong ties to his friends to make a sort of…"

"Surrogate family. You catch on quick."

Another belch echoed down the corridor. Followed by another. And another. As Shayera listened more closely, she realised they were doing the alphabet.

"A!"

That was Wally's voice.

"B!"

Beast Boy. A chuckle.

"C!"

Wally again. A giggle.

"D!"

And the cycle continued.

Raven looked Shayera in the eyes. "Of course, a lot of the immaturity is just him."

"I gathered."

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"Okay! Gather round, ladies and gentlemen, for the ultimate gaming experience of your life; 'Super Zombie Kickback 5: The Final Inferno'!"

Shayera frowned. "That's it?"

An amazed look crossed both Cyborg and Beast Boy's face. The half robot turned to Wally, who was sat on his left.

"Wally. A quick word."

"Yes?" the speedster replied, a barely contained grin on his face.

"Now… when your friend Shayera over there says 'that's it?' that implies, to me at least, that she has played a game that makes 'Super Zombie Kickback 5: The Final Inferno' seem not quite as enjoyable. Would that be accurate?"

"It would indeed."

"And… would you happen to have said game with you?"

A disappointed look crossed Wally's face, and he snapped his fingers. "Oh, dude…" He brought up the game from behind his person and grinned. "I did."

Beast Boy's jaw hit the ground, and Cyborg squealed like a little girl.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Is… is that…?"

Wally nodded smugly. "'Super Zombie Kickback 7: The Ultimate Payback'? Why, I think it is."

Raven cocked a curious eyebrow. "7? What happened to 6?"

"SSSHHH!"

She rolled her eyes and returned to her book.

"You ladies gonna spend all day staring at it, or are you gonna-?"

Before Wally could even finish the sentence, the game was gone, and with fits of laughter that were becoming increasingly insane, Cyborg put the CD in the Gamestation and turned it on. The half robot and the green changeling parked themselves directly in front of the screen, crossing their legs and letting their mouths gape open in wonder at the highly realistic cut scenes.

Smiling and stretching in his chair, Wally turned to Raven and Shayera. "Say… where's Dick?"

Shayera shrugged.

"Starfire got back early," Raven said from behind her book, and Wally nodded.

"Ah. Gotcha." He turned to Cyborg and Beast Boy. "Hey guys. Controllers."

They both turned in unison. "This is… four players?" Beast Boy managed, looking as though he were about to faint.

Wally nodded, and Raven sighed.

"Garfield. Breath."

The green changeling took several gulps of air, calming himself. Cyborg, his eyes still glued to the screen, haphazardly grabbed two controllers and tossed them over his shoulder, missing Wally and Shayera completely. They clattered to the floor on the other side of the room.

Shayera sighed and gave Wally 'the look'.

"How long do we have to sit here?"

He shrugged. "Ah, let the kids have their fun. It's only eight. We'll be out on the town by nine, don't worry."

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At ten, the heroes finally made their way into Jump City. Shayera looked around her, taking stock of the heroes. None of them were wearing holographic disguises. Hell, even Wally was out in his Flash costume. He had insisted that Shayera de-hex the spell that Zatanna cast on her to hide her hair colour and wings, but she had declined.

Repeatedly.

Starfire and Dick had remained behind at the Tower, their argument apparently not lasting long. And, as Beast Boy told her, no-one really liked being around the two when they were making kissy faces at each other. So they hadn't invited them out.

And, as they entered the club that was their destination, Shayera couldn't help but think how Nightwing wouldn't exactly fit in here. Neither would Starfire, for that matter.

As the heroes made their way through the crowd and to the bar, Shayera was amazed by what little attention they were getting. No-one gawking or asking for autographs. No murmurings. They all simply went on dancing and talking as if they were just ordinary people.

It felt good.

Shayera now realised that she probably could have come out with no disguise, and no-one would have hassled her. She shrugged.

Spilt milk, Shayera, spilt milk.

Somehow, she had managed to get to the bar first, alongside Cyborg. Something was delaying the others, but Shayera couldn't tell what. Cyborg leaned forward and yelled the order of drinks to the bartender. Shayera didn't mind being spoken for when it came to buying drinks. She had a feeling that Cyborg wasn't a lightweight when it came to alcohol.

Someone unceremoniously bumped into her, and she turned irritably to see Beast Boy, who was laughing nervously.

"Heh! Sorry about that!" he yelled over the din.

"No problem. What happened?"

"It's nothing. Some guy thought I stepped on his foot is all."

"And did you?"

"Nah, but it doesn't matter."

Shayera slowly nodded, receiving her mug of beer from Cyborg. She gave him a quick nod of thanks and turned her attention to the crowd.

"Which guy was it?"

Beast Boy frowned. "Huh?"

"Which guy pushed you?"

"Oh… uh… that guy," he said innocently, pointing to the man on the other side of the club.

She nodded, as though sizing him up. He was pretty big. Not quite the man-tank that the guy in the Bludhaven club was, but still quite big. Bigger than Cyborg, anyway. She finished off her beer and belched.

Wally, who was in the middle of a conversation with Raven, suddenly turned to look at Shayera. He watched in horror as she snapped the handle off the mug and handed it to a confused Beast Boy. He moved in slow motion through the crowd as Shayera tossed the glass part of the mug.

Every member of the Teen Titans watched it sail through the air before it hit its target.

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Sunlight peeked through the curtains of the spare room, the gap in-between them positioned in such a way that the light was directly on Shayera's eyes. A groan sounded from the bed, and she rolled over. That way was no good either. Someone had had the bright idea of making the curtains a pale yellow, which only served to light up the room further when the sun hit them.

After forcing out another groan, Shayera rolled herself out of the bed, letting one leg drape onto the floor, slowly and slothfully followed by the other.

She had been here for two days, and already her routine was all but gone. Time was that she would have been up to see the sunrise. Dick had told her that the sunrise from the Tower was an amazing thing to behold from the rooftop. But the first night she had arrived, she had instigated a bar brawl.

She hadn't really felt like getting up early the morning after that. And last night… she didn't really do anything that would exert her. She just lolled about the Tower, enjoying the… nothingness that was on her shoulders. It was something that, while pleasurable, she decided that she couldn't live in such a way. She would need things to occupy her, things to do.

Superman had once made a small joke about how she would never be able to handle retirement, and Shayera couldn't have agreed more. Even the idea of it was repulsive to her.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes (the Titan's guest rooms were admittedly very luxurious, despite bad curtain placement and colour choice), Shayera made her way up to the main lounge room. She still had no idea what to call it. She had asked Wally, and he said that even he had no idea what to call it. She had asked Dick, and he had called it the Rec room. Starfire called it the Rumpus room. Raven had called it the common room. And Cyborg and Beast Boy called it something very long and complicated that Shayera couldn't remember.

No-one was around. Shayera ate breakfast in silence, staring off into space as she munched away at her Cheerios. After that, she went for a walk around the Tower, looking for some company, or at least something to distract her attention.

As she made her way around the maze of a building, she heard the lives of the teen heroes going on around her. Younger Titans, amongst them Kid Flash and Robin, were training outside. At least, Beast Boy and Cyborg were attempting to get them to train. Every time Cyborg's back was turned, Beast Boy would make a face or do something that would make the younger Titans laugh. Cyborg would become annoyed, threaten to leave, and eventually calm down. Beast Boy would then make another face, and the cycle would repeat again.

Shayera moved on. They obviously didn't need any help from her. She wasn't sure if she could handle trainees anyway; she had never been very good at that sort of thing on Thanagar.

Wally's voice echoed down the corridor, if slightly muffled, and Shayera headed in that direction. She came to Raven's room, which was labelled as such no less, and heard the two talking about something or other. She heard Bart's name come up now and again, but mostly it seemed to be small talk between friends. A reluctant hand came up to knock on the door, but as she heard a bout of laughter come from the room, she decided against it. Wally hadn't seen these people in a while. She didn't want to make him feel awkward.

As she wandered down the next corridor, she passed a glass observation window that looked into the training area. She saw Dick and Starfire in full superhero regalia in the middle of a sparring match. A wry smile managed to fight its way onto Shayera's lips. Trust an apprentice of Batman's to think of sparring as flirting. Of course, she occasionally flirted in much the same way, too. Shayera's attention was drawn to Starfire's red hair.

What was it with this guy and people with red hair? Wally, Starfire, Speedy, Batgirl… very strange.

Starfire slammed Nightwing to the mat with a loud thump. She stood over him with hands on hips, smugly triumphant. With a smirk, Dick locked his legs between hers and knocked her to the ground. They both lay on the ground, both breathing heavy from exertion.

Shayera knew when things were going to get 'hot and heavy' as Wally would say, so she made a discreet exit, not wanting to intrude.

That was everyone in the Tower. She decided to make her way to the roof and go for a quick flight (she had removed the spell hiding her wings the day before) around the city. But she passed by something that made her pause. A door with a name she had never heard before engraved on it.

Terra? Who's Terra?

After a quick check up and down the corridor, Shayera opened the door and stepped inside. She decided only to take a quick look, and then leave. Perhaps it was a deceased team-mate, and if that was the case, Shayera certainly didn't want to intrude.

The room was huge. Small lights peppered the black surface of the ceiling, giving it the appearance of stars in the night sky. A semi-circular sofa, not unlike the one in the rumpus/Rec room, sat facing the large window that encompassed an entire side of the room. A view of the city was laid out before it, offering a breathtaking view of it for anyone willing to sit and look. Off to the left in a small nook of the room was a double bed which looked just as soft and comfortable as the Titans themselves.

Shayera's eyes were attracted to a shining object. She looked over to the sofa where she saw a table in the center of the U-shaped furniture. The only objects on it were a lava lamp as a centrepiece and a silver heart shaped box. More timidly than was usual for her, Shayera made her way around the sofa and sat, opening the lid. Inside the lid was a mirror, Shayera's own face staring back at her. There was something so gentle about the reflection, as though it were distorting her image for the better. It was a strange feeling.

She quickly closed it and walked away, leaving the room behind her both figuratively and literally. Something propelled her legs faster and faster, until she found herself running up the stairway to the roof. Before she knew it, she was leaping off the edge of the Tower, spreading her wings out just as she began to fall.

Shayera gracefully bobbed and weaved through the air, grateful for the freedom it afforded her. She longed to feel the wind rushing past her face. The sea air invigorated her senses, and she dove down almost vertically towards the sparkling deep blue below her. As she reached the water, she quickly diverted her path, and flew straight across it at such a close distance she was causing small waves with every beat of her wings.

Her wobbling reflection looked back at her as she raced across the surface of the water. With a smile reminiscent of a child, Shayera reached out and ran her hand along the water, taking a small sense of glee from the way the water parted for her hand, propelling the water in a trail behind her. She looked back to see it sparkling in the air as it reflected the sun and fell back into the water. The Tower was getting smaller and smaller now.

With another beat of her wings, she propelled herself upwards, continuing up… up… up…

She was just below the clouds now. Her green eyes surveyed the area below her, looking down at the city as a whole, not just the bits and pieces everyone else saw when they walked through it.

Shayera stretched out her arms and wings. She lifted her head and took a deep breath, the air tasting fresher here than anywhere else she could remember.

Her gaze fell downwards once again to the city. From there, they went up until they met the forest that surrounded about three quarters of Jump City. She had been there once herself, although that was on business rather than pleasure. What she did remember was that the view from said forest wasn't exactly hard on the eye. Her decision made, Shayera glided away.

The view was as breathtaking as she remembered. The sun gleamed against the towering skyscrapers, which strangely seemed taller from a distance than they did up close. She got comfortable on a ridge overlooking the city, brushing aside any rocks or twigs.

Shayera wasn't very aware of the time, her only indicator being the sun as it made its' way across the sky.

Her ears pricked up as she heard someone approach. However, her battle instincts didn't take over. She barely even moved.

"Hey."

It was Cyborg.

It was Cyborg?

"Um… hi."

He made himself comfortable next to her. "I thought that was you makin' a hasty exit from the Tower."

She smiled and shrugged slothfully. "When you've got to fly, you've got to fly."

"I guess so."

He didn't ask if she was okay. He didn't make idle small talk. He just sat.

And Shayera couldn't be more grateful.

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(A/N: Told you this would be fun.

Well, even if it wasn't fun for you, it was great fun for me to write, as you can probably tell by the length. I haven't had a writing attack like that in a while.

Just to clarify, this is the animated Titans, since I know little about the comic versions (just what's in the Flash comics, which ain't much except Nightwing). I've got Teen Titans as being set before Batman: The Animated Series in my own personal little fan fiction continuity, so that's how that works.

Anyway, review!)