-An hour earlier-
"God damn nothing cool ever happens when I go out…" An 17 year old boy muttered as he wandered the streets of the city. It was after hours and he wasn't supposed to be out and about but it was his birthday in a few more days and he was feeling anxious. Living in a family of six has a tendency to make you want to just leave for a while and relax on your own.
He had a spot he liked to sit on the top of a water tower on an apartment a few blocks from his house. That's where he was headed. He had a wonderful view of Jump City and even the Titan tower. Man how he wished he could fight the bad guys alongside the titans. He took karate, he was pretty good to, he had achieved black belt a lot sooner than most had expected but, let's face it, he's no Robbin.
His name was Dillon, Dillon 'crow' Jacobs, he had earned the nickname Crow from his friends since he often wore a myriad of black. Black shoes, black jeans, black shirt, black jacket, black hair even, hell he sometimes wore black socks. But what had really earned him the nickname was the feather he wore on a necklace it was a simple string tied around the end of a crows feather. He liked it and had, more than once, gotten into a fight with people whom had tried to steal it.
Rarely if ever was Crow considered Goth or dark he was actually a very spirited guy. Unfortunately, his strong spirit was about to get him into a whoooole lot of trouble. As he perched himself on top of the water tower he looked over towards Titan Tower once again imagining himself fighting alongside the Teen Titans.
-Present Time-
"That can't be good…" Crow muttered to himself as he saw a dark shape approach him from the distance, atleast, that's what it looked like. It looked like a huge bird all black and menacing with red eyes. He panicked and nearly fell off of the water tower in his attempt to get down before it got to him.
Unfortunatley, he was not that lucky and the dark shape passed overhead as if nothing had happened.
"Well shit… a low flying plane…" he said as he walked to the buildings edge only now noticing the 'eyes' on the front were flashing he could even here a whir of the engine. He turned only to come face to face with the biggest crow he had ever seen at least the size of a full grown man. He back stepped only to find that he was out of roof and he slipped barely catching himself on the edge of the building his feet dangling off towards the streets below.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit" He looked at the crow as it drew nearer him and locked eyes with the bird. He quickly found himself unable to move, the beak clamping down oddly softly on his hand and pulling him to safety above. He quickly dusted himself off, "Um, thanks?"
He looked up to find that he was no longer facing a crow at all, he was facing the most beautiful young women he had ever faced garbed purely in black. He couldn't help but blush at her skimpy outfit underneath of a flowing cloak. He looked quickly away but before he could say anything he felt himself thrown off the building by a large force. As he looked the women he had seen before was now the crow again… the crow bore him straight into the ground. He felt no impact but he was knocked unconscious.