4/26/06

At Long Last I have returned!!!!!! (Thank you Mr. Rick.)

Gosh…I wish I could have updated sooner, but my computer was broken….so I haven't been on in a while. Also if you have replied to any chapter and you haven't gotten an answer…I'm sorry. I did read it but at the shop I work at I couldn't e-mail a repley…but I thank you.

Credit to DaRkReBeL777 for once again inspiring me and helping me. And Also to my buddies Trey, Brian, Quinn and Joseph for being...Well…for being the real inspiration and the blue print for Bobby, Pedro and Stinkbug (yeah I know..shut up)…..Love them like brothers..(Luckily they will never read this).

Same old rules: Teen Titans are ™ and © of DC comics. And you know the rest by now right?

P.S.: This is a chapter about nothing. Not really important, but it explains a few things about Cibil's world and it brings us from point A to B. May be interesting. I personally like this chapter. Idk why.

Intro: We're skipping ahead a little bit….now all the titans are up and getting on with their Saturday morning.

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"What's going on?" asked Vixen while Starfire and Beast Boy ran around gathering towels and other things into baskets.

"We're going to the park. I can't remember."

Vixen didn't understand. They were all still in uniform and looked as is they were ready to go.

"Why." She asked simply. She thought it was a bit stupid, she grew up thinking hero life and real life were supposed to be separate.

"Because, we like to do the "chilling out"." Answered Starfire with her cheerful smile. Her smiling annoyed Cibil (no one could be that happy all the time…too much like Joker)…but she was in a semi good mood. So she acted interested or at least she tried.

She remembered what Robin had said to her the day before. "Need help?" she asked.

"Umm... We are almost done. But thank you for asking." Star was unsure about Vixen's actions but she always thought the better of people.

Cibil walked away. Perhaps she was going to fast….she wasn't at all acting like she was from the bat family. She felt she wasn't being true to her roots or herself. 'Stop being weak. Shut up…just be quite. Remember…you don't want to be here. You hate it here… " she told herself.

Robin had caught her while he was coming from the hall. "Hey, aren't you coming?"

"I shouldn't."

"You're so stubborn." He said it laughing.

She looked from her feet to him. "You've got nerve."

"I don't need to tell you that it's safe for you to come out in public without worrying a psycho will attack. Its not like Gotham..you are allowed outside during the day. The cage is open…run free little fox." He was trying to make her smile like he use to.

"You're mocking me. And it's not funny."

"Come on!", Cyborg shouted, "Dick, Vixen, we're going!"

"See." Robin pointed out to her.. "They want you to come."

She thought a while… "Why do you go out like this?" She touched the (R) on her shirt with her finger.

"Because, it's fun. Remember what "fun" is?"

She paused and tried not to think of his stupid question. "I'll go…but just to see the city."

He smiled "Com'n." And they walked together down to the T-car which was absolutely amazing.

Cyborg ranted about it for a while and then showed off the stereo system and talked about what was under the hood and finally Raven told him to shut up. Vixen silently thanked her. Then they left.

Now at the park Raven sat under tree, Cyborg was a carnivore (Beast Boy was a bit upset), Robin was eating, and Vixen was keeping her distance while still trying to figure out how Starfire could drink mustard.

The park was bright and made Cibil uncomfortable…she didn't like the birds' chirping. She shook it off, but Raven could tell something was on her mind. Finally she decided to

ask her about it, "Vixen, is something…wrong?"

"No, Raven. What would make you assume that?"

"It just seems like you're not your usual gruesome self. Not that it is a bad thing but you're just more annoyed than usual, and it bothers me. And apparently it bothers you as well."

"Bit of an unorthodox question for someone like you." She turned her head but still felt Raven's eyes piercing into her like a thousand needles. Trying to steer clear of showing weakness she had to ask something quickly, "Raven, where's the gym in this city?"

"Gym? 5th Avenue. Why does it concern you?"

"No reason. Just curious."

"Ok?"

Vixen checked the clock on her wrist communicator, "Excuse me, I have to go. I'm late."

Cibil went back to the tower alone and changed. Putting on severely ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, and putting several piercing back in her ears, then placed on her boots and left to hang around the city until night fall.

Just when dusk fell upon the city Cibil's cell rang, "Yeah, Dad."

"Cibil, what are you up to tonight?"

"What to you mean by that?"

"I was just wondering if you were busy. I thought that since you're no longer at the watch tower, maybe you'd like to do something together. Like maybe go to dinner or something, just you and me."

"Umm…yeah. That sounds great, Dad, but I'm a bit busy tonight…….Rain check?"

"I'll hold you to it; and Cibil, try not to get in to any trouble. I'm afraid the Commissioner and I are spending too much time together as is."

"Dad, when do I ev….errr…sure, I'll try."

"Good." And he hung up.

"Later." Then she hung up.

She put her phone back into her pocket then went to find 5th Avenue and the gym. She didn't know why she wanted to see this guy again. She convinced herself that it was do to boredom, and that she didn't care. It was just away to get from the tower, that's all. Finally she found the gym. It was really messed up and from where she was she could see three guys standing on the bleachers.

Along with Bobby, the other boy did look like a skater; he wore a brown snow cap with his wavy hair sticking out over his ears, a green hooded jacket, baggy kaki shorts, and black high-tops. The third boy was completely different He was dressed in all black including a black fauhawk. His shirt was sleeveless with a skull on front; black eyeliner seemed to have dripped down three lines under each eye, and a silver chain on his pants. She was pretty sure he was goth, but she didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

"Hey." said Bobby waving a bit.

"So that's Cibil?! Dude, you're right. She is hot!" said the first boy.

Bobby punched his shoulder, "Shut up, Stink!" He turned to Cibil, "Sorry. You'll have to excuse Stinkbug. He's an idiot."

Stinkbug turned to him looking a little hurt, "Hey, that's a little on the harsh side."

"The truth hurts, bro."

Stinkbug scratched his head. He removed his hat and examines it thoroughly, and then his eyes opened widely in surprise, "Dude! There's a secret message in my cap! It says, 'Dry clean only. Made in Ta-Ti-Taiwan.' TAIWAN! That's European! That makes this hat, A Communist!!!" He screamed and threw the hat which landed upon the head of a very annoyed third boy.

Stinkbug covered his ears and closed his eyes. He stayed like that for several seconds then he opened his eyes, "Did it blow up yet?" The third boy threw the hat into the face of Stinkbug and he tripped and fell off the bleachers, which caused Bobby to laugh hysterically and he then fell off the bleachers too.

Cibil rolled her eyes, 'Morons'

Bobby recovered and tried to catch his breath, "And this 'happy guy' is Pedro. Not much to say about him."

Pedro eyed Cibil up and down then gave a slight nod of approval or perhaps it was a silent hello. Cibil took as that and returned the slight nod, "Sup?"

Pedro was silent for a moment then Bobby stepped in, "He said, 'Nothing'."

"I noticed." Cibil said misunderstanding what he meant.

"No," Stink explained, "he meant that Pedro said he was "doing nothing". You're not as telepathic as your name would suggest."

Cibil looked at them all as if they were all madmen.

Bobby sighed with a laugh, "Cibsie, you gotta understand that Pedro doesn't exactly "talk". We've been around him enough to know what he thinks."

"Did you just call me 'Cibsie'." She was actually a bit freaked out.

"Yeah."

"What in your right mind makes you think that's ok?"

"Aww, Cibsie, it's my way of expressing love. Friend love, DON'T BREAK IT!" he added quickly.

"Since when are we friends?"

"Well I don't know…., since you showed up and Stinkbug and Pedro accepted you."

"Yeah, acceptance." Stink was on his feet and had his arms wide open and ready for a hug, "Friend love. Give me some love….friend."

He moved in to hug her but she slipped out of the way and shoved him into the trash can. "You touch me, you die." She said her voice scared Stinkbug.

Pedro smirked, Bobby spoke, "Yeah, I like her too."

She turned her head quickly and gave them a sharp glare.

Bobby stood on the bleachers and walked over to a soda machine, "You want something to drink?"

"I guess?"

"Hope you like coke, it's the only loose one." He said as he hit the side of the machine a few times with his elbow and four cokes rolled out. He picked them up and tossed one to each guy then handed the last one to her, "Loosen up. You gotta relax, what's got your panties all in a bunch? Scared to be here or something?"

"Please, my dog's house is scarier than this." She sat down and opened the coke and looked past him.

"Right, I forgot you're from Gotham. So what brings you to Jump City?"

"I could ask you the same."

"Well, we're all from Bat Ville, but Stink and I are staying with my bro for a Purple Sidewalk concert that's tomorrow night, and Pedro is here for his cousin's wedding. But I thought I asked you this question first."

"I guess you could say family matters."

"So what school you from?" asked Stinkbug.

"Gotham High…go knights." She said in an uncaring voice and waving one finger in the air.

"I still have trouble thinking I would miss someone like you. Have you been going long?"

"Not really, I was "asked to leave" my other school."

"Where did you go?"

"St. Joseph's Academy." She answered a bit ashamed.

Bobby and Stinkbug laughed hard, "You were a Joe Hoe?!"

"Shut up."

"Yeah, I can see why they asked you to leave; you weren't horny enough to hang with the sluts."

"You could say that."

"You into music?" asked Stinkbug.

"Yeah…" she stopped.

"Something wrong?"

She looked around, "Is it just me or do you feel like someone is watching us?"

"What are you talking bout…"

"FREEZE!" a voice shouted. Then two or three policemen ran into the gym guns in hand, "put your hands where I can see them!"

"I saw this on TV once." Stinkbug whispered as they all raised their hands.

"Shut up." Both Bobby and Cibil whispered back.

As they were being cuffed then frisked Stinkbug turned around, "Hey, officer, if I lay down on the sidewalk would you draw my picture with that little chalk you got?"

Bobby tried hard not to laugh but wasn't doing a great job, Cibil gave a quick grin. The officer wasn't amused.

A while later at the police station the four of them were placed in a cell.

"I call top bunk!" shouted Stinkbug. They all ignored him.

"You each get one phone call." Said the officer.

Bobby called first then came back. Stinkbug asked, "So they coming get us?"

"Jared said we could stay overnight."

Then Pedro called…some how.

Then Cibil got her chance she dialed the number and Alfred answered, "Wayne Manor."

"Alfred, it's me." She whispered into the phone.

Some how Alfred recognized her voice, "Hello, Miss Cibi…."

"Shhh.", she said quickly, "Not to loud."

"Is something the matter?" a sense of worry was in his voice.

"Not really. Alfred, can I ask you a huge favor?"

"Anything.", the old man answered.

"Can you come to Jump City and bail me out of prison?"

He gasped, "What on earth happened?" He was whispering now also.

"I'll explain later."

"Don't worry I'll get your fath…"

"No." She interrupted, "Not Dad. Please don't tell Dad. If you don't want me to worry don't… tell…Dad."

The man was silent.

Cibil looked over her shoulder to see the officer tap his watch, "I have to go. Thank you. Bye."

"Good-bye."

She handed the phone back to the officer and was escorted back to the cell. She sat on the bench without a word, crossed her legs, wrapped one arm around her stomach, her elbow on her leg, she made a fist and rested her lips against it, her head down, eyes closed; Dead silent. Stink kept quiet, Bobby moved his hair out of his eyes to see what she was doing better.

Pedro, who was in the corner, looked over to Bobby and jerked his head as if to point to Cib. Bobby did what Pedro told him and sat next to her. He put his hand on her shoulder, she recoiled then looked up. He had a blank expression; it was the first time he ever did something without talking. It was a silent reassuring. She knew that because that was how Bruce had consoled her for the past few years. It was the exact same expression Bruce gave her also, she knew what it meant; it was her family's communication.

"Why are you troubled? I'm fine. I'm just thinking." That wasn't necessarily the case, but it kept their frets away.

After what seemed an eternity they began to talk among themselves Cibil just listened…not them per say but everything. Even the faintest word she heard from all over. It became louder although it was so far away rubbed her ear thinking it would pass but it didn't not until the door slung open and a man walked in with and angered expression.

"Holy Crap; It's Freddy Kruger." Said Stinkbug.

Cibil recognized the man. 'Way to keep a secret, Alfred.' she said to herself then placed her head on the bars "No, you imbecile, that's my dad."

"Creepy."

"You have no idea."

The officer and Bruce talked in the office a while then Cibil was released without a word. They got into the back of a cab and went to a private airport; it was awkward silent ride home. It was bitter sweet, although she knew all hell would break loose as soon as the manor door was shut. And she was correct.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?"

Cibil didn't answer she just walk to the couch and waited for the worst to be over.

"I asked you a question young lady." Bruce's voice was harsh.

"You always say I should try and make friends." She answered.

"But I didn't mean for you to break into private property. It's bad enough you soil the family reputation in Gotham now you have to mess it up in other cities? I spend more time fixing your mistakes than I do with any other."

"So all I am to you is a big 'mistake'?" she was trying to control her temper.

"I didn't say that… You're always twisting things around. This is the exacted attitude that got you kicked out of the Academy."

"Fuck the Academy."

"Watch your mouth, Miss." He was having anger problems as well.

"Oh boo. What are you going to do about it?!"

"I don't think you want to find out."

"I am shivering in my boots."

"Don't test my nerves, Cibil!"

"Or what; you're going to hit me? We both know you couldn't do that. But if you must, make it count. Make it quick. Let's see how that does to the family reputation." She was pushing her luck now.

"Cibil Annelies Wayne!"

"Oh you said my middle name I'm scared now. What?" she said

"What's with you? You never listen to me anymore, you're constantly getting in trouble, Cibil, you're a smart kid but you're failing in school, talking back to teachers, fighting, harassment..."

"He had it coming to him." She interrupted.

"Being rude.." he then added. "Sometimes I just don't know what to do with you."

"What do you want from me?"

"An apology may be in order."

"Ok I'll apologize. Sorry for ruining your life but have you ever wondered if you had any part in it…"

"Wait right there. Do you have any idea of what I've done for you?"

"Excuse me, but what did you just say about being impolite? Like I was saying; I'm so sorry for messing everything up. I didn't mean to be a failure. I wish I could be better but I can't you know why, because I'm a loser! A freak of nature not fit to walk this earth!" her blood was boiling, "I'm SO Sorry but I can't be perfect! I'm not like your all American son. I don't have a life or friends or a future but you know what. You and everybody else like you can take all your condescending ideas and shove them right up your ass! Now if you excuse me I'll be jumping off the roof…happy now? All your problems are over." She marched up the stairs to her room, she didn't bother to slam the door; she knew she had done enough. Then she turned around, 'Aww, hell, why not?' she slammed it anyway.

Bruce stood there trying to ease himself, let out a sigh, sat on the couch, and pulled his hand down his face. Alfred walked in; he'd heard the whole thing…most of the city may have. Bruce heard his footsteps. "Alfred, what am I going to do with that girl?"

"You might try closure, Sir."

Bruce picked up a picture of himself and Cibil back when she was 5. "See, this is my daughter. I want to know what happened to her. I want that cute little girl who used to wait all afternoon by the door just to greet me when I got home, the little squirt that would always say 'I love you, Dad' before bedtime. Where did she go?"

"She grew to the teenage girl who just 'told you off' in the den. Master Bruce, all children go through the rebellious stage. I remember you did, and I know I did. It's nothing more then a simple case of acting out. It'll pass, it will just take time."

"Time is what I lack. I'm at my wits end. She's only getting worse. I don't want to get a call that my daughter has killed someone or worse killed herself. By the way you don't actually think she would…"

"You said yourself, she's a smart kid. She knows better, plus it's just more fun for her to toy with your mind."

"She should know she doesn't have the power to do that."

"But it seems to me as if she is beginning to."

"I don't know how to punish her. She's band from everything. What else, no breathing?"

The old man chuckled, "I suppose that could work, but are you a slave driver or her father? Maybe you should try closure like I suggested."

"How many teens have you ever heard of want a close relationship with their parents?"

The butler didn't answer he left the room. Bruce decided to talk to Cibil, he knew she wasn't sleeping. He went to her room and tapped on the door lightly…no answer. He opened it a little and peeked in. Cibil was on her back, on the bed; one leg hanging off it, the other on, drumsticks in hand, beating them furiously against the air.

"You've gotten to the solo yet?" he said as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"You trying to coincide?" she placed the stinks on her nightstand and swung her other leg on to the floor.

"Mind if I sit?"

"Nothing's stopping you."

He sat on the edge, "I was thinking."

"Aren't you always?"

"Cibil, I'm going be straight with you. I don't know what to do. I can't lock you in anything, you're already punished from everything, and I don't even think military school wants you. Cibil, I want you to straiten up your act now. You didn't use to be like this. I don't want you to throw away your life. Working at HQ use to keep you busy and since you're not going there any time soon, I think you should stay with the Teen Titans."

"What?! Where the hell do come up with that?"

"You need to get your mind off of what ever it's on, and I think it'd be good for you to be around kids you're age who are involved in the same things you are."

"That is the stupidest, most nonsensical, and disturbing thing I've ever heard you say in my whole entire life. Are you high or have you finally lost your mind, old man."

"I know you don't like it. But you'll see you'll learn a lot from them."

"I'm not like those "kids." I'm better. They know nothing."

"You brought this on yourself. If you think you're so grown up, then act like it.

Now get your stuff together. You'll be there in the morning. I'll warn Dick."

"You can't do this! I'm not going there! And How DARE YOU try and dump me off with him!"

"I'm the dad here; I think I know what's best for you."

"Screw this! Screw You! You don't know anything! You're not my real father!"

"But I'm the closest thing you'll ever have!" He was shouting again, "Now like I said; you'll be there in the morning." He turned to leave.

"I hate you." She said under her breath.

He turned back to her, "You think I haven't noticed." Then he left.

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Ha! For all of you who actually read this chapter I thank you. Like I said earlier it's a chapter about nothing, just a bridge from A to B. Hopefully next chapter will be more productive. Or possibly not. O well, anyway until then please, review. I implore you.

O if anyone who is from Taiwan or is European was reading I meant nothing bad against you it was something DR777 wrote and I couldn't pass it up.

Yeah I know I went a little OOC on Bruce, but (in the words of some guy off of tv) throw me a frickin bone here. My mind is screwed over from finals and I'm trying to cross this damned slump to get to the real core of the story. So please don't bite my damn head off, I wouldn't bite yours…or maybe I would. I like to bite. Review.