Groggily, I became aware of a dim light. I could feel the ever present pain, but there was something else too. Instead of a hard surface I was lying on something soft and comfy. Instead of being cold, I felt warm. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Huh. I was in a bed, a nice bed. There was a window with the blinds pulled down, a big monitor, a curtain dividing the room, an I.V- Suddenly I became fully aware as ice cold reality woke me up. I knew exactly where I was.

NO! Oh nononononononono! I shot up ignoring my swimming vision, tore the I.V. from my arm, and threw myself out of the bed.

"Augh!" My side felt like it was on fire and being crushed at the same time. It was hard to breathe. I just couldn't seem to get the air to come in. My adrenaline fueled strength left me, like air leaking from a tire, and I sank fully to the ground moaning.

I heard a door open and several figures came to stand over me.

"No." I whispered as one of them reached for me. In the next moment I was lifted off the floor by a pair of metal arms and was deposited safely back into the bed. The gentleness of these actions left me stunned.

"You need to be more careful," a monotone voice stated. "You've opened it up."

A pair of hands came toward me and I froze. They came to rest on my side and I flinched. Spreading through me came a feeling of relief. It was a bit painful too, but a good kind of pain, like how it feels when you finally pull a stubborn sliver from your hand. A weariness fell over me and I sunk fully into the pillow and stared emptily into their faces. One was green, one was partially metal, one was orange, one was pale with a jewel on the forehead, and the last one was masked.

"Listen man, you can't just jerk around like that. You'll only worsen your condition," the metal man explained as he examined a clipboard in his hand with a look of disapproval.

I watched blankly as he turned to me and put the I.V. back into my arm. I took in my surroundings again. No, this was somewhere different. The walls were gray, not white. I looked down at myself, I was wearing a soft gray, v-neck t-shirt and gray pants. I also noticed I was still in human form.

"So...What's your name?"

(Robin's POV)

In response to Beastboy's question the kid snapped out of his brief daze and cowered where he lay. Trembling, he curled into himself, as if he was trying to disappear.

"My name's Beastboy," BB said cheerfully as he slowly moved closer to the bed. "That's Starfire, Raven, Cyborg, and Robin. We're the Titans! You really helped us out back there!"

The boy's eyes shot frantically around the room, he was searching for an escape I realized.

"Who are you?" I asked stepping forward, an action which seemed to terrify him. Wild eyes full of fear looked up at me.

"P-p-please, l-let me… g-go," the kid begged desperately in a whisper. I paused, he thought we were locking him up? For goodness sake! He was in our infirmary, not jail. Had he done something? Maybe he was just paranoid. He began trying to push himself up off the bed, only for Cyborg to gently push him down.

"Hey, you're hurt pretty badly. You shouldn't be moving around. Try to stay still." In response to Cyborg's warning the kid jerked violently away from him, only to freeze and let out a pained gasp. Stiffly, he sank down into the bed, seemingly accepting defeat, his eyes dulling slightly.

"What do you want?" he rasped out quietly.

"You're in serious condition," I tried to explain, " We only want to help you." What did he think we wanted?

"W-why?"

"Because it's what we do," Raven answered.

"Can you tell us your name?" I asked as gently as I could. He turned to me with a cornered look on his face, he didn't answer and his trembling worsened.

"You do know your name, don't you?" Raven asked carefully. The kid paused, then gave a short nod, but didn't say anything.

Why would he be hesitant to give us his name? What's with this guy? Does he have a story like Terra's? Where he's on the run and at odds with his powers?

"How can we contact your family? Where do you live?" Cyborg asked, concern written on his face.

"N-n-no where," the kid said quickly.

"You do not have a home?" Star asked worriedly. He shook his head, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Homeless? Why? and for how long? It's obvious this kid was terrified. Had he been abused and ran away? We had seen the scars on his body, underneath his shirt. There was something strange about them and I just couldn't put my finger on what it was.

Large scars were criss crossed over his back, neck, and arms. But the worse of them were on his chest. Something or someone did a real number on the poor guy. A fierce protectiveness came over me. Who would do that to someone? I placed my hand firmly, but gently on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. I could feel his trembling and his muscles tensed under my hand, but he slowly raised his eyes to mine.

"It's okay. No one's going to hurt you. You're safe here. Let us help you."

(DP POV)

Could I trust them? When was the last time I trusted someone? I've heard of the Titans before and I knew a bit about them. They were different, maybe they could accept me. What other choice did I have? If I go back to Amity they would find me. I had a lot of enemies in the Ghost Zone. Vlad would never help me without something to gain. Besides, that would just put him in danger, the same went for any of my ghostly allies. Danny Fenton was considered missing, maybe even dead, and if I show up any time near when Phantom did, that would endanger my secret, if they hadn't already figured it out. My family and friends would be in danger if I came back, I couldn't take that chance. I couldn't take care of myself like this either. Dying on the streets didn't sound appealing at all. I'll take a chance I decided. Before I could second guess myself I rushed ahead.

"I-I'm Danny."

"Nice to meet you Danny," Robin said.

"Oh Glorious, a new friend!" Starfire cheered.

"Welcome to Titan's Tower," Cyborg said with a smile.

(Raven's POV)

There was something about this kid. Okay, there was a lot about this kid. I could feel fear pouring off of him in powerful waves. Fear seemed like too simple a word to describe the emotion he radiated. Petrified, frightened, and scared all seem too passive as well.

There was something else though. Loneliness, and a need to be accepted. He was scared and scarred and yet he simply wanted friends. That was something I could understand.