He wasn't sure when it happened. Or why it happened.

One second he was going fist to fist with that annoying blonde that joined the Titans recently- or, well, fist to foot- foot to face-

Jericho kicked him in the nose. He was really quick for someone so short. It wasn't much of a fight.

It was more than his teammates could give the annoying blonde. Something about his eyes made Kyd harder to possess for some reason- the color? The origin? He doesn't really know, but he tries not to question it. Instead, Jericho has to physically fight him if they go after each other.

It's not too hard for Jericho to do, regardless. He's all dense thighs and deceiving strength.

One second he's getting kicked around like a ragdoll to a pitbull, the next he hears a foreboding creak behind them both. He caught it before Jericho ever could, obviously, but while the blonde chased after him yet again, Elliot realized the beam behind them was about to topple.

Suddenly the beam let out a loud scream that interrupted the other chaos in the area, and Elliot had apparently scooped Jericho up and bolted them out of the way.

Flash to now- he had an armful of frozen blonde and much too many eyes on him. Internally, he blamed being around Gizmo so often for his instinct to just grab and run when he realized the danger.

He realized Jericho was shaking.

Kyd can teleport. Jinx can hex. Raven can spellbind. Even Robin was a master of acrobatics. That beam would've crushed the light out of Jericho in an instant, and it almost did- and he was so new to this and maybe this was a bad idea after all-

"Are you...okay?" Came the annoyed groan above him.

He was startled into reality by the deep, underused scratch of the voice next to him, and realized he was nearly clawing into Wykkyd's shoulder at this point.

Jericho gulped and numbly nodded his head, still shaken.

Wykkyd looked a bit like he wanted to outrightly drop him, but eventually chose to gently place his feet on the ground instead.

Jericho looked up and felt his face heat up. His first week as a Titan and he'd already let himself get saved by a supervillain. His father would be more ashamed than he already was of him.

Or maybe he'd be proud. Give him a speech about how 'not all bad guys are bad guys' or whatever.

Either way, Wykkyd had scooped him up like a child, hefting him out of harm's way without a moment's notice. Kyd Wykkyd the supervillain.

A pretty supervillain. With nice eyelashes and a tired look. All of these guys looked...too much like just a bunch of teenagers for Jericho to demonize them as much as he probably should.

Kyd Wykkyd and his nice eyes were sent sprawling by a metal fist that came out of seemingly nowhere for his jaw. Jericho gasped at the suddenness of it, freezing as Wykkyd skidded across the concrete and Cyborg came rushing after him.

"Jericho- you alright man?" Cyborg yelled over his back to him while he grabbed Wykkyd by his arm and neck, holding him in place so he couldn't teleport away. "This guy's a menace. You gotta watch him." He really wished the Titans would stop giving him pointers. It made him feel like he was being babysat. He was just as capable as every other teen hero he'd met since his time here, if a little more culturally shocked.

Wykkyd suddenly threw his head back and hit Cyborg in the jaw, using his surprise to bolt forward. Before he could do much, Raven had surrounded him with her black magic, lifting him into the air.

"Move and I drop you in Antarctica." She threatened with a single lifted eyebrow. Wykkyd shivered and winced, and Jericho suddenly got the idea that maybe he was familiar with that particular threat.

Kyd rolled his eyes and groaned, pointedly glaring at Jericho, now flushing in shame and embarrassment at the entire situation.

"Dude, you were doing pretty good, actually!" Beast Boy exclaimed, patting his back suddenly. "Wykkie here is just a lil- uh- slippery, sometimes."

Wykkyd winced at the name and rolled his eyes again, sighing. He looked a bit funny to Jericho, dangling upside down like that and still rolling his pretty eyes at everyone.

They're not pretty. They're evil. He's evil. An evil, evil man who tried to rob a bank.

Jericho lifted his hands to sign to Robin after snapping a few times for his attention. Where do villains go after?

Robin smiled, glad Jericho was taking an interest in the whole process. "Well, it kinda depends on the villain, actually, but you get the feel for it eventually. Minor bank thieves, skeeves without powers, D list thugs- we usually just wait for the police to meet us here and then they take them out to Jump City holding facility, a little ways from here." Robin circled around Wykkyd, gesturing to him. "Him though- he's got powers, specifically escaping powers. We'll escort him to the correctional facility personally, and throw him into his personal power-dampening cell." Jericho faintly noticed Kyd making a kind of weird face behind Robin, but ignored it.

He winced and signed to Robin again. He has his own cell?

"Yep. Wykk here isn't actually that great at escaping for such an escape artist-"

Jericho gasped as a glob of spit landed on Robin's shoulder, and he turned around, offendedly squawking.

Kyd made an absolutely proud face at him while Robin seethed.

Raven snorted. "Uh- he says you talk too much." She drawled, smiling with him.

Jericho went wide eyed, rapidly spell-signing to Robin. Telepathic?

"Huh? Oh- yeah-" Robin growled, rubbing his shoulder disgustedly. "Wykkyd never really talks. None of us have heard his voice. He kinda just- y'know-"

Starfire piqued up. "Growls!"

"Grunts?" Raven offered.

Beast Boy pulled on Wykkyd's cape. "Sounds in general like a very miffed cryptid from like, the New Jersey area."

Jericho tilted his head to the side, eyeing Wykkyd curiously as they continued to poke fun at him until a cop car came within earshot.

He'd heard Wykkyd's voice. Even if only for a moment.

He wondered if that meant anything. He wanted to think it did.

He tried not to laugh when Raven dropped him rather unceremoniously onto the ground.