Terra sat in her cell, lazily picking at the Suppressant Collar around her neck with a worn down fingernail. Her knees were to her chest, back up against the padding of her cell. Jump City Sanitorium was no Arkham, and she was no Batman, but she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

The slot at the bottom of her door slid open, a tray passing through with the usual boring food. A dry sandwich on dry, crumbly bread barely worth its yeast, jello that was neither jell nor o, and a cup of what might have been kool-aid before it was watered down by the piss of the kitchen staff. Same thing every meal, every day of the week, for…

She looked down and counted the scratches on her arm.

Three weeks? Really only that long? /

Terra groaned, reaching out across the cell to grab it, pulling it close. There was something… off, about this tray today. Eating mechanically, she pulled the items off the tray and flipped it over, examining it closely. Nothing on the bottom…

Shoving the last of the sandwich into her mouth, Terra spooned the jello into her mouth with her fingers, using her feet to examine the plastic. Something was off about the tray, and she knew it. Just had to find out what...

Downing her drink in one gulp, she examined each of the dishes individually and realized one thing. They weren't plastic, they were carefully painted ceramic- and the cup for the jello was hollow, with something rattling about in it. Preparing to bleed, she smashed the cup into the hardest thing in the room, shattering it and the tray alike.

But in the shards sat one very useful item- a singular, lonely paperclip, and a little note.

"You're beautiful," she grinned, scooping up the clip and giving it a little smooch, wiping her bloodied hand against her thigh. A little pain was nothing, not to this.

And the note? 'Come join us when you're ready, babe. Love Gar'. It was one of the sweetest things her lover had ever said.

"Not a very high bar, to be fair…" Terra mumbled to herself, amused by the thought. She and Gar weren't much for gushy, sugary-sweet words anyways. Actions were the loudest thing anyone could say, after all, and both of them knew that all too well.

Unbending the paperclip, she jimmied it into the keyhole on her collar, and after a few seconds, felt a satisfying click as it popped open. There was a brief feeling of nausea and something like vertigo as her powers came back to her, eyes flaring gold as her hair began to float.
"Yeeessss," she hissed, nearly moaning in relief, reaching out to the broken ceramic and feeling it lift, circling under her palm. "Terra's back in the game, baby!"

She stood, flipping the ceramic around in her hand, squeezing it together into a blade. It was a bit thin, but it would do to get the door open, wouldn't it? Forcing it through the padding of the cell, she grinned in a rather manic fashion as the nylon ripped, and the metal of the door gave way as she wedged her way free. Outside was chaos, her fellow inmates running wild, guards and orderlies desperately trying to maintain some semblance of order and control. Beyond that, though, she could feel him, deep in her soul, and she followed the worst of the screaming. Sure enough, there he was, emerald fur flowing as he clamped the bone-breaking jaws of the Spotted Hyena over the head of an orderly with a cackle.

"Beast Boy!" she called, and cruel jade eyes flashed at her, only to soften instantly as he transformed back into himself, throwing himself at her. He landed in her arms, pulling her to his chest, and she dropped the ceramic blade she'd formed as they embraced. She felt the last three weeks melt away at his touch, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "You came back for me!"

"Of course I came for you!" he said, shocked she would suggest otherwise, as if coming back for her was the most natural thing in the world. She was his mate, his other half! How could he live without her? "You're Terra, and I'm Beast Boy! We're a duo! Like Peanut Butter and Jelly! Ribs and Barbeque Sauce! Screaming and crying!"

Then he laughed, kissing her. "Besides, it's not just me, we all worked on this. Robin's been working here for a week now, waiting to slip you that tray."

They both grinned, and then Terra gave into the urge to kiss her lover again, only to pull away a few seconds later.

"Please tell me you brought my uniform? I have an image to maintain here."

"Of course!" Beast Boy grinned, reaching around behind him to grab her lucky backpack, making the geomancer grin even wider. She stripped from the boring white scrubbs of the asylum into her uniform, the leather of her jacket cool to the touch but quick to grow warm as she slid it on, pausing only to put on her chest plate and shin-guards. The spikes glistened in the fluorescent lights, and she pulled her goggles down before slipping on her jeans and steel-toed boots. Flexing her fingers, she grinned at her companion.

"I have a present for the team," she hinted, taking his hand and leading him from the room, the two of them laughing as they began to run down the halls, twisting and turning, killing any and everyone they came across.

She giggled uncharacteristically as they approached the door of the cell she'd been leading him to. It was completely silent- too silent, in the classic stereotype of quietly creepy things. The door was the most heavily guarded in the place, in drone guards from Wilsontech and the sheer number of locks of all different kinds./p

"BB, this… Is The Darkwolf. Nobody wanted to talk about him, but everyone had something to say. He got out once, just once, and killed every guard and orderly and doctor in the place when he was ten. Then he crawled back into his cell and said he was still waiting. He was 'too early'. They increased the security on him after that."

"Ok that's… Pretty badass," Garfield admitted, nodding his head as his girlfriend talked. "But what good does that do us? Why would he want on the team?"

Terra smirked, and moved forward, the drones ignoring her. They were only programmed for one target, after all.

She pressed the intercom, allowing them to hear inside the cell. Shuffling sounds, beastial growls, and one word on loop from the prisoner's throat.

"Titans"

Beast Boy let himself grin at the word, turning back to Terra to kiss her once again.

"Baby, you're brilliant. Let's see what the others think of our little fanboy."

Quiet. Always quiet as I wait. I don't care, I know my purpose. I know what I was made for. I know why I was created. The Titans. The Team. My Raven, waiting for me, and ready to command me as an Alpha and Mate should. Noise. Always I can hear when they come closer. Nasty scurrying human rats, barely feeding me and expecting gratitude. I am Darkwolf! I am the Resurrection Hound! Two hearts, beating rapidly. Excitement and speculation and anticipation, not fear. No fear in their hearts, no fear in their voices… maybe now is the time? Is the wait over? Father always said I would be impatient. Father knew me better than I knew myself… they're speaking now, excited, they want others to see me… it must be time. It has to be, I know these voices. These are… the Beast God and the Stone-Witch! I know them, I remember them! And if they are here, my Raven must be here as well! I stand, move to where I know the door is. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. I have. To. Get. Out! My Pack is out there, my Mate and my Friends are waiting for me!

"I'm voting yes," Cyborg agreed with a shrug. He didn't actively care either direction, but it might be an amusing diversion, to have this supposedly monstrous killer on their team. After all, according to society, Robin was completely normal- But it wasn't the rest of the team who could only get it up after pushing somebody off of a tall building, now was it? Mostrous was all a matter of perspective.

Gar and Terra's whole canibalism thing was just fucking weird, to be fair.

"He is so dangerous that he must be restrained behind an army. What if we cannot control his might?" Starfire questioned. It was a fair question, and worth the asking. They could all agree that letting the genie out of the bottle, so to speak, could be a dangerous sort of thing to do. Nevermind they were some of the most powerful beings on the planet, there was always someone or some thing more powerful than you, and you never went into a fight un-or-under-prepared. They all knew that from experience.

"What if we can?" Raven counterpointed. "After all, he obviously wants to meet us."

To drive the point home, Terra activated the intercom once again, and this time, a second word could be heard- 'Raven', over and over as he punched the walls.

"Oh, now I have to have him," Raven smirked. "He's calling for me, after all. I like it when my pets call out my name."

That was… a little creepy. Even the other Titans, who were like family to Raven, didn't trust her when she got horny. Demonic Lusts were hard to slake, and harder to survive the slaking of. And by that particular tone, Raven was ready to at least play with this 'Darkwolf', whoever he was, until he regretted it.

Robin finally looked up, motioning to the door.

"Open it. Let him get our scent. If he can find us afterwards, he deserves to join the team. He'll have to get past the drones if he wants to join up."

Well, that solved it. Robin was in charge. They'd all agreed to that early on, for various reasons. They'd voted on it, fair and square, names in a hat and typed out on little slips of paper, drawn by a random abduction victim (before they'd let him go, as agreed. They liked to keep things interesting, after all); and Robin's word was law, at the end of the day.

Cyborg moved forward, his sonic cannon activating with a hum and a whirring sound as he moved, his wing pack hitched up high as he took aim. He fired at the door, and it barely smoked as he pulled back. He looked down at his arm, frowning, then fired again. This time, the door began to melt, smoking up the hallway as it did, but the team wanted to see it through.

There was a low hissing sound as the metal of the door began to drip onto the ground in little droplets of molten slag, until there was a loud shrieking sound, like a mountain lion in pain, before the door was ripped inwards and tossed away. Through the smoke, they caught sight of a massive form, nearly eight feet at the shoulders, eyes glowing at the drones before they began to fire upon the whatever it was.

Raven dropped a piece of her cloak onto the ground, tearing it off as a little clue- Robin's word was law, but since when were demons good at obeying laws?- and then she teleported her teammates away and into the massive sewer complex they called home.

"Alright, everyone into Civvies. We're going out for Pizza to celebrate Terra's recent parole!" Robin declared, getting a cheer. "Last one out pays!"

Well, that was going to really be a contest then, wasn't it? Cyborg would just activate his holograms, and Terra could just ditch the jacket and chest plate, switching it out for a sweatshirt and calling it good. As long as Starfire ditched her spear and her crown, she could just pull her hair back and be mistaken for any other random, somewhat ditzy teen girl on the planet.

It would, in the end, come down to Robin, Raven, and Beast Boy. Raven could teleport, Robin was trained in all forms of stage magic, and… Beast Boy was green. His options were limited for the whole 'out in public' thing.

Still, five years with the Doom Patrol had taught him plenty about "dressing up", and as the three rushed to their rooms, he was already hard at work, pulling off his uniform and tossing it onto the bed, pausing only to smile at a picture of his parents on his night stand. Never mind his birth family. They'd given him his powers, certainly, and he was happy to have them, but they'd held him back from the day he woke up green to the day they'd gone over a waterfall and he'd woken up in the home of his soon to be foster father. Five years living with the tribe had given him control of his powers. Five years with the Patrol had given him control of how they showed, thanks to extensive practice.

Gloves, sweatshirt, sunglasses, a blonde wig (he hated how he looked blonde, how it made him look like Mark Logan, but thanks to Terra, the color had grown on him; and he could admit that he hated having other hair colors just as much); force his teeth to shrink a little, sit a little lower in his mouth, only speak Swahili unless absolutely necessary, he'd blend right in. Mostly.

Maybe he'd stick to German. Or Esperanto. His Esperanto was getting a little rusty, these days, and he could at least talk to the others with it. Swahili, and the only ones who'd understand him would be Terra and Raven.

He ran back out, grinning at the fact that Raven hadn't arrived yet.

Probably still in her room trying to choose which choker she'd be wearing. It was one of her few vanities, so he wouldn't tease, and since it meant she'd have to pay, he wouldn't complain.

Two minutes later, Raven was back, in a leather jacket and black jeans that looked painted on, they were so tight. It was black, all black, except for the purple eye shadow and lipstick that would have been tacky if she wasn't literally gray.

"Raven gets to pay!" Cyborg called, getting a cheer from the whole team, except Raven, who merely rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," she groused, teleporting them to their favorite pizza joint, where they proceeded to eat as only a group of superhuman (or alien) teens could. It would be a rather enormous bill, and while the proprietor knew they weren't exactly law abiding teenagers, he was a simple sort of man. Yeah, maybe the Teen Titans were a bunch of murderous monsters, but when they came into his joint, they were respectful, high paying customers. That could get you pretty far with a business, especially a restaurant.

When they returned home, after, they could immediately tell something was… off. It was eerily quiet. That sort of quiet that promised you there was something hunting you when you went camping. The quiet that said you weren't alone, even if you were. The 'humans can lick too' kind of quiet that made your skin start to crawl if you tried to ignore it.

And then it broke, the fridge opening behind the counter, filling the room with light, exposing a shadowy figure. He was muscular, and mostly nude, mindlessly scratching his ass as he rooted about the fridge.

"Well, well, well. Look who followed us home." Raven smirked.