Author's note: Heyo, readers! So this is my take on the pre-New 52 Teen Titans mini series Fresh Hell starring Ravager. And since Rojay life, including Jason is an added bonus. I basically follow the main plot points of the story and take direct quotes when I see fit, but I stick to my own style, changing and adding things in here and there and whatnot.

Disclaimer: DC owns everything but my majestic creativity.

Shards of glass, glittering like diamonds, holding the reflection of the winter moon, decorated the drug store floor. The craggy edges of what was left of the full-length window were sure to give her away if they didn't notice the raided snack aisle first. A teen girl, her loose platinum hair glowing like silver in the moonlight, slowly held up an inhaler to her mouth. She breathed in deeply and the intoxication rolled through her blood.

Sometimes all you needed to keep going was direction.

The young woman shook her head to clear it and abruptly turned to the shelves, stacked with tiny containers of epinephrine. Her arm swiped towards her, sweeping the bottles into her open backpack, most of them getting in but many of them clattering to the floor in her haste.

"Quite a mess you've made here, Rose." The girl fumbled with the zipper of her bag and whirled around to face...Cassie.

"I see you've gone and reduced yourself to a sad little thief, debasing yourself for your next high."

"Judging me, Wonder Girl?" the platinum-haired teen responded with a grunt. "How original."

"Come on now." The figure of the Titan leader stepped through the shattered glass of the window and crossed her arms. "Just because you oh-so-unceremoniously left the Teen Titans doesn't mean we don't care what happens to you."

Rose snorted and hefted her full-to-bursting backpack onto her shoulders. "Wow. Even when you try to say something vaguely nice to me it comes out as condescending. I left 'cause of this-'cause of your runaway train of moral superiority. You know that right?"

"Of course," the Amazonian replied. She stepped closer to Rose until she was practically an inch away, walking closer and closer until her body took on a transparent hue, and the thieving teen heard the words from behind her, slowly fading. "...Just like I know I'm a drug-induced hallucination..."

For the second time that night, Rose shook her head to constrain her rattled thoughts. "Perfect," she muttered to herself as she strode towards her broken entrance and stepped outside into the moonlit parking lot. "Only a head as universally fucked up as mine would choose her as the personification of my conscience."

Just as the leather-clad teen wrapped one leg over the seat of her idling motorbike, a siren pierced the silent night and flashes indicated that the fuzz were on their way. No time to lose. She revved off, zooming through the quiet town, zipping onto the mountainside highway. She knew she could stay ahead of them if she didn't slip up.

This now begged the question: Where was she going, and what was she gonna do when she got there? It was strange not being able to sense these things.

Hallucinations. Hah. That was a new one.

Made her wonder what fresh hell was next...

"D-daddy..."

The young girl trembled pathetically on the living room sofa, one hand clasped in her lap, the other clutched over her left eye.

"Daddy, what did I do?"

Her longish snowy hair rested limply over the shoulders of her Ravager guise. A knife protruded from the adjacent white-washed wall from where the barely adolescent girl had thrown it in a fit of adrenaline-filled rage. It dribbled crimson onto the sandy carpet. More crimson seeped from underneath the girl's left hand, making her quivering lips taste metallic.

"You stabbed yourself, Rose." The brooding tactician's speech was calm and deathly as a gorge. He walked away from her, towards the dimly lit kitchen.

"I what...? Why?" Her mind was foggy, opaque. Desperately trying to gasp onto a coherent thought. Deep, protruding pain was all she could register.

Deathstroke paused in his raid of the kitchen cabinet and turned to his bloodied daughter. His own single eye roamed over her distraught face. His visage was utterly stoic when he replied, "Because you said you wanted to be like me."

"What? No way, I couldn't've!" Her tone was insistent and desperate, taking gasping breaths of fury and denial. "You're lying, manipulating me again. I would never say that!" the daughter of the mercenary shrieked, shaking her head vigorously.

Meanwhile, Slade prepped a needle filled with clear liquid, his scarred, rough hands handling the delicate instrument with ease. The ease and comfort of much practice.

"I'll never be you! I hate you!" The girl backed up into the wall, still covering her eye with a scraped hand as her father approached her. She knew what was to come. The dauntless young Ravager was trembling in rage. And in fear.

"Serum's wearing off, Rose. Time for a refill." His voice wasn't soothing or comforting. It was bathed in cruel, harsh reality.

Deathstroke grabbed his daughter's upper arm with one tight fist, brandishing the syringe in the other. "Hold still," he growled. "Now just relax. It'll all be over soon." The needle wavered closer. And closer. It's tip aimed at her left eye.

"NO! NO!"

Chilling wetness consumed her. As the lid of her eye fluttered open, Rose Wilson found herself ungracefully scrambling around in a bank of snow. Gasping, she jackknifed to her feet and turned and turned, trying to comprehend her surroundings. But her weakened legs crumpled, and she fell back down into the snow on her knees, holding her throbbing head in her hands.

"What the fuck...?"

Great. Now she could add sleepwalking to her list of deadly side-effects.

But hey, on the bright side, one thing good about having a chemically-enhanced physiology was that she didn't freeze her ass off when it was barely two degrees outside with a hell lot of windchill. And when she had to walk her motorcycle which was out of gas to the nearest civilized place she could find. Yup, always a plus.

Holding her arms to her chest, too damn stubborn to complain about the cold even when there was no one around to hear, Rose trudged over to her bike and gripped the handles. And started walking. And walking. Hell, she'd be lucky if she found civilization in the next few hours.

The one-eyed girl reached into her pack and brought out a container epinephrine. Oh, how she could use some.

She shook it. Glared at it. Nothing.

"Rose."

She whirled around to come face-to-handsome face with none other than the Red Hood himself. Immediately, a plethora of emotions welled up inside her chest like a balloon. Joy, relief, longing. Regret.

"Jason," Ravager breathed, gaping, reaching...only retracting swiftly as a quick afterthought. "I-"

"You left." His voice was terse and azure of his eyes that usually only sparked for her were now as cold as the snow they stood on. "When I heard you'd left the Titans,-thanks for letting me know about that by the way-I thought you were maybe coming to stay in Gotham. Not getting stranded in the middle of fucking Siberia."

"I need to..." She paused, not entirely sure how to finish that sentence. "...figure things out. Namely, my life."

"You had a life! With the Titans." Jason stepped closer and she thought she could smell the musk of his leather jacket, the familiar scent of the cologne he always wore because he knew it drove her crazy. "With me."

Her gut clenched wonderfully at his words, yet her subconscious knew that they were probably the offspring of her own conflicted thoughts. She hardened her heart.

"I can't, Jason." Rose let out a breath and turned away, gripping her bike and continuing her trek through the freezing tundra.

After a few steps, she glanced back to see that he'd vanished.

Sorry guys, I originally wrote this story conforming to a shorter chapter system. I'm trying to splice them together, but they're not exactly going to be super lengthy.

R&R! I can't stress that enough. I really want feedback.

Next chapter coming sooner than you think(;