(A/N: The Teen Titans fandom is so dead but that's okay. It lives in our hearts and memories. ALSO: Who's excited for the upcoming animated Judas Contract?)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. Teen Titans belong to DC (which totally stands for disappointing comics) and Warner Bros.

The blood that had once flowed thick and scarlet in his veins now stained the blistering ground. Beside him was a crowbar, and the beeping sound of a bomb.

He was helpless.

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Bruce is going to come.

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He'll never let me die.

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He'll be here in no time…

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Hazy strings of black floated upward, distorting and spiralling. His raspy screeches of agony were covered by the endless veil of darkness. He gasped for air, only to choke and cough. He could hear voices in the distant, but he couldn't make out who they were. Seconds ago he was in an abandoned warehouse in the Middle East, beaten and bruised, with fires eating away his body. Now he was drowning in a pool of pain, misery and agony. He couldn't really see anything, but this strange glowing light green essence seemed to cover his body, as if consuming his very being.

He was fairly sure he died. So why the fuck was he drowning?

Jason Todd had never felt so alive during his short-lived life. The thirst for blood built up inside his body. He needed to kill.

His arms flailed around around, reaching as high as they could, hoping someone would hear the desperate wails emitted from his ruptured throat. Before he realised, something was pulling him up, they uncovered his eyes. He took his chance and attacked without missing a beat.

These people had katanas. What were they? Ninjas?

Scratch that - they were assassins.

He used all his energy and struck them down one by one, using only his broken body controlled by a (currently) damaged mind. He didn't care less if he died, someone needed to pay for his pain.

There was a woman in the wave of men, he attempted to knock her out without hesitation, but she was faster, perhaps stronger, her fist came in contact with his face. He tumbled backwards but was ready to strike again, but his vision blurred, his head throbbed, the woman he recognised as Talia Al Gaul slowly melted into someone more ruthless, more unforgiving.

He was back at the warehouse. That damned laughter filling his ears. The same kind of pain piercing through his body.

It was dark once again.

Jason sits up and throws his knife the wall out of defence. His gasps for air were unheard as tears fill his eyes and his body shakes rapidly. He reminds himself that he's far from the clown's clutches and calms down. His once tense muscles shift and slowly relax as he plopps back down onto the bed, he shutting his eyes hard, trying to get rid of the tears.

Dick had once told him that it was okay to cry.

How he hated being so vulnerable in front of his brother. He hated Dick Grayson, the perfect child, the golden boy, the first Robin. Not because Dick was mean to him at the beginning…but because he knew that he could never fill the shoes of the first Robin. Dick Grayson is perfect in every way, and Jason Todd is nothing more than a broken bird whose wings were shot off.

He will never be the Robin Batman needed. He'll always just be the failed Robin.

Roy Harper should've known better.

It wasn't exactly a shock when he found out that the Green Arrow was only using him for his personal benefit. Just because the guy took you in, gave you a place to stay and a semi-stable job that sometimes may or may not include stitching up your boss' wounds, doesn't mean he was sincere enough to not take advantage of you.

He should've known that the Green Arrow would sell his technology, honestly, how did he not see that coming? Oliver Queen wasn't exactly a guy that kept his mouth shut around the people he cared about - unless he never truly cared about Roy - but a heads up to selling Roy's inventions should have been crucial enough for him to bring it up at either the Arrowcave or the damned building Roy used to be constantly trapped in.

Earlier tonight, Teen Titans East went head to head with some unheard gang that apparently had a huge network in the criminal underworld. It wasn't that hard taking them down, but Speedy swore that he saw one of his early RoyBot prototypes in their hands.

Bumblebee scolded him for poking around Queen Industries' classified information, but after Speedy explained the situation, she didn't say anything else. He was never one to explain things, Bumblebee rarely ever saw him outside the training deck or his quarters, and when she did see him, it was when they had a team meeting or when dinner was served. She was glad that he was opening up to her after a months of working together, but hesitated on whether she should call Robin. Or Kid Flash. After all, they did team up several times when they were still under their respective mentors' watchful eyes.

Aqualad told Speedy to take it easy and get some rest, it was quite a fight, but nothing they couldn't manage. Speedy ignored him - as usual - but mumbled a 'good night' to get the team off his back.

He didn't care if Ollie was going to ring him up the next morning, asking why he invaded the company's intel. He needed to know for sure that he wasn't going insane or anything.

His hacking skills were never up to Robin's standards, but it was good enough to get past multiple security algorithms. After a solid two hours of going through files of technology sales, he finally landed on what he was looking for.

Oliver Queen had taken his designs, claimed them as his own, and sold them for profit. It wasn't just the RoyBots, there were countless other gadgets, sold to companies worldwide for reasons unknown. Unfortunatley, some of his inventions landed in the hands of criminals.

Scratch that, a whole 40% of them went to criminals. Whether Ollie noticed this or not, he was not going to let it slide.

Hunting down all his tech would be too problematic…but if he convinced Ollie to stop making profits off them it'll make his life easier. After all, they were all just underdeveloped prototypes that seemed like they were completed; pressing the wrong combinations on those designs could cause catastrophic disasters.

Villains never learn. They just keep coming back again, and again…and again…and again with full knowledge that the Titans would return them back to prison. Mumbo Jumbo was at it again, except that he now had two wands instead of one. It really didn't make much of a difference, but apparently it seemed more menacing. What really proved to be problematic was that Mumbo had created several diversions all over Jump City.

"Starfire and I will take the upper east while you Raven, and Beast Boy will take care of the unidentified creatures causing havoc in the west, south and northwest." Robin ordered. "He's creating out of his wand, so if you see Mumbo, attack him immediantly. We can't have him creating more diversions." With that, the team split up and took down of their respective opponents.

It took roughly 10 minutes to fight Mumbo, and another 5 to capture him. Cyborg had called it an afternoon workout to burn the fat and carbs from lunch, which had caused Robin to remind Beast Boy that still hadn't completed his training for the day. Raven smirked as Cyborg pat his best friend on the back encouragingly. Starfire, however, drowned them out after that. She loved her teammates - they were family to her - but did they see her the same way?

7 minutes ago

Shooting starbolts at Mumbo's minions wasn't exactly a challenge.

Crowd control was.

Starfire tried her best to contain the crowd and get them inside a building or the subway underground. Robin really shouldn't have split up with her and give her the area with the most tourists. She multitasked between fighting evil minions, while preventing damage to the city and also containing the fight within 4 blocks as Robin instructed.

Tourists were not used to this commotion, and honestly who could blame them?

Starfire had made sure she paid attention to her surroundings while multitasking. A few blocks away, below the nearly collapsing bridge was a man who wasn't going to make it out, she flew at her top speed and quickly swooped the man to safety.

"Motherfu- don't touch me, outsider!" Starfire was taken aback, normally citizens showed gratitude rather than cursing at them.

"I apologise for startling you, but it was for your own-"

"What? Safety? I haven't felt safe ever since you aliens came along. Especially you!" He jabbed his finger at Starfire's shoulder, causing her to take a few steps back, "Jump City used to be quiet, with villains coming around occasionally every few months. Ever since you showed up with an entire alien race, the city immediantly descended to chaos!" He man cried, face red with anger and annoyance.

"Sir, the Titans are only trying to help."

"I'm not talking about the Titans, I'm talking about you! You don't belong here on Earth! Stop making it your home! Before the human race knows it, Aliens will have taken over."

Starfire didn't know how to react. She knew she had made a mistake to attack the humans when she first arrived, but that was out of instinct and fear. For every day she walked on Earth, she has tried to redeem herself, and help the city instead of destroy it.

"You better watch your back, missy. You're a walking nuclear bomb. Something we shouldn't ever have on Earth. Go back to where you're from if you truly want to save the Earth, you're a danger to others and yourself."

The man wasn't entirely wrong. She is, after all, a dangerous alien, capable of immense destruction. But she has control over herself and her powers…she would never turn her back to those in need, and Jump City needed heroes to help keep order.

But he was right. Starfire is a walking nuclear reactor.

And she was extremely dangerous.