"Cyan! Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell anyone?" Raven practically shouts at me, but turns her voice softer when she sees tears start to form in my eyes behind the mask.

"I know. I'm sorry."

I'm sitting on the hall floor, hugging my knees. Raven sits next to me.

"…When…when did this happen?" She asks me carefully.

"…After the explosion."

"How?"

I shut my eyes and try to squeeze the rest of the tears out. Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I turn my head to Raven.

"A few days- well, it was probably a few days- I finally woke up from the surgery, and I heard a voice coming from outside the room. I was so tired that I couldn't move my legs to go see who it was- but now I know that the voice was Dr. Stormer's. I could hear my parent's voices yelling at him…and then it happened. I saw the explosion before I heard it- it was like time slowed down. I put my hands in front of my face, and that's when I first made a force field to protect myself, but it was so weak that it only absorbed some of the damage. I was knocked out, and when I woke up, I couldn't see anything, and there was this excruciating pain in my eyes."

"So your eyes were damaged by the explosion." Raven says. "But what about the mask? And where did you get it in the first place?"

"Well, when I woke up, there was something in my hands. It was the mask, and I put it on, and somehow I could see." I explain.

"And you don't know how it does that?" Raven asks.

"I think I have some idea how. I searched the rubble for my parents after putting the mask on, but all I found was a briefcase, with that jumpsuit I wear- wore- until a few days ago- you know that. Then there was a file all about me, my powers, and how the mask was a prototype for something called Project Eagle Eye. That mask can supposedly improve eyesight, and every time I take the mask off, I'm blind again."

"Interesting…" Raven's voice wanders. "Maybe Cyborg can take a look at it and see how it works."

I stare at my feet.

"What's the matter?" Raven asks me.

"Raven, do you think Cyborg can fix my eyes?"

Raven sighs and looks away. "I don't know, Cyan. Don't get your hopes up."

"You're right. Do you think he can take Client's tracker out of it?"

"That should be easy, but why? We took care of Client's goons."

I look at Raven. "I just have a feeling we're not done with him yet."

#************#

I'm sitting on a stool while Cyborg leans over a plastic table, working on my mask. I'm trying my best to not make it look like I'm bind, but he already knows. The whole team knows.

"…Aaand…done!" He says. He gives me my mask, and I greedily tear it from his hands and put it on.

"So what upgrades did you give it?" I ask him.

"See for yourself. Blink three times."

I do as he says, and a click sounds in my head.

"I installed a camera, takes a picture of whatever you see." Cyborg says proudly.

"Cool. What else?"

"Press this button," He touches the side of my mask. "And it brings up a map of wherever you are, as long as your communicator is with you. I also improved the night-vision, so it turns on faster."

"And you took off Client's tracker?"

"I took off Client's tracker, yeah." Cyborg confirms.

"Thanks, Cyborg." I scoot off the chair and head for the door. But I stop as Cyborg calls to me,

"And Cyan," I turn around. "You should be proud of who you are. So many people would want to be in your place."

I take one final look at Cyborg.

"What do you mean?"

"You can help people. You can do so much for the world, and I don't think you even realize it."

He turns back to his worktable and I close my eyes, sighing. How can I help people when I don't even know how to help myself?

#**********#

"What?" I tilt my head to one side as I look at Robin.

"You know, patrolling- going around the city and looking for small crime. It's easy, don't worry."

"I don't know…"

"C'mon, Cyan, you're fully capable." Robin assures me.

Beast Boy surprises me from behind and perches on the couch next to me,

"Yeah, with all your training, you can totally kick some bad guy's butt now! I mean, not that you couldn't before!"

"Wait! I'll be patrolling by myself?" I say.

"The rest of us will be busy having a meeting with the police." Robin says.

"Why aren't I going to that?"

Robin and Beast Boy exchange glances.

"What?" I ask.

"It's just-" Robin is interrupted by Beast Boy,

"The police chief said- and he said this, not me- that the meeting was for 'real Titans only'." Beast Boy quotes.

I try not to show my anger, but it's obvious in my voice.

"Well, I am a real Titan."

"We know, but that's what he said. And even so, you're the only one without a chore to do this week, so it's only fair that we give the patrolling job to you." Robin says.

I huff as if I'm annoyed, but I'm actually scared. Going out at night? Alone? In a crime-infested city? I'm probably the least qualified to do that.

"But what if something happens?" I ask worriedly.

"Don't worry, you've got a communicator." Robin says.

"And there's no crime on Mondays, anyway." Beast Boy mentions.

"Crime happens all days of the week, Beast Boy." Robin tells him. He glances at my face and adds, "But don't worry, it'll be fine."

I look out at the approaching sunset.

"I sure hope so."

#***********#

The lamp-lit street seems oddly quiet for a Monday. Only a few cars speed by, and a lone jogger goes past me. I hold my breath and try to act casual. She just barely glances at me, not noticing my mask.

I breathe a sigh of relief for being ignored. I'm in my civilian clothes, but the mask still stays on my face, like a neon sign announcing, 'Here's a Teen Titan, criminals, attack when ready!'

Or maybe that's just me.

I turn a corner and my ears perk up at a scuffling sound, but it might have been nothing.

"S-someone! Help me!"

That wasn't nothing.

"I'm being robbed! Someone-he's getting away!"

I look around and spot two figures from across the street. The first figure- an elderly lady, points at a taller man, running away with her purse. I hesitate before doing anything, but then realize that I'm supposed to be here looking for crime and- as small as a purse-robbery is- it is one.

I sprint across the street, tackling the man down before he can even blink.

"Hey, get offa me, blonde!" He barks.

Obviously, this man isn't shaken by me.

"Someone should teach you some manners." I say simply. I form an energy bubble around him, preventing escape. I turn around, still holding the man in an energy bubble, to the sound of an approaching police car.

After explaining and handing the man off to the cops, I give the woman back her purse, and she rewards me with butterscotch candy.

"Thank you so much, dear. I really don't know what I'd do without this purse. It has my plane ticket in it."

I smile at the old woman. Something inside me makes me truly happy to see her relieved face.

"Are you going somewhere for the weekend?" I ask her.

"Yes, I'm going to Arizona for my son's funeral."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright." The woman smiles down at her purse. "He had a full life. Lived to thirty-four."

I open my mouth to speak, but she knows what I'm going to ask.

"I know, I know. It sounds young, but he was a good man. Helped everyone around him and made so many people happy, and that's all that matters. His life was full."

We stand in silence for a few moments before she looks up at me and gently takes my hand.

"Thank you, really. You don't know how grateful I am."

I smile sheepishly. For some reason I feel the smallest tears start to form in my eyes, but I blink them away.

"You're welcome."

#************#

"Cyan, you can stop patrolling, now. We've got dinner at the Tower." Cyborg calls to me from the communicator.

"Copy that."

I stand up from the bus stop bench, still alone as I've been for fifteen minutes.

Why had those woman's words felt so- real? I've never been so appreciated by someone for something so small. And the part that confuses me the most is that during that act of service, I never once thought of my problems. It was as if they never existed. Is this what it's like to truly help people? I didn't do anything substantial, and no one else was affected by that than the old woman, but that's the thing- it affected someone. One person that I helped, and that's one more person that will always remember what I did. It didn't matter who I was- she certainly didn't know.

And I used my powers to help her. She never got scared of me, she thanked me. Maybe Cyborg's right, I should be proud of who I am.