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Sparkbomb POV

I stood there staring into the mirror. It made me look so different and yet it made me feel like me again.

I smiled.

The new costume was perfect.

It was rather hard to get it made, but I got in to contact with a distant friend who made mine, Robin's and I believe Batman's costume the first time too, and they jumped at the chance to create a new costume for me; Though I had to be careful because I didn't want anyone else to know about it, or influence it or me. I had to find who I was and this costume would help me because this costume would be 100% me.

Naturally, It took me a few attempts at designing to get the look right. I decided to make it reflect two colours that my life seemed to revolve around. Black and Red.

My hair was raven black and had red ends.

Black was the dark of my life that has past.

Red was the blood of the angry men that had killed or almost killed so many people in my life.

Black represented the dark nights I feared, that I vowed would end at last.

Red... well, red is my new dawn on the horizon.

I sighed and spun around on the spot.

The red was how my soul felt now, like it was on fire. Burning. Constantly burning. Was it bad? No.

The black would be my world if I wasn't a hero, if I had never met Dick, or Bruce. It would be my world if I had never been on the young justice team with, what came to be my extended family. It would be my life if I had never become a Teen Titan.

Red was the colour of desire, while Black was the colour of despair; Two themes which seemed to shadow my life.

My eyes travelled up the length of my mirror, passing over my outfit, to my red and black hair. The memory flooded my head and I laughed. Maybe that was the reason I felt so strongly about the colour theme in my costume...

Or maybe it was predominantly black because that was the colour my greatest weakness and fear. Night Steam, the liquid of the night that no one even knew followed them in dark and watched them always. It was a part of them, but it was a part they never wanted to meet.

I looked down and brushed my hands over the soft, strong fabric.

My outfit now consisted of a mid-thigh length skirt that was black, but had a red edge at the bottom, that slightly resembled a pool of blood. The top was wonderful. It was skin tight, as was only fitting, and was mostly black, with a red edge on my bottom, where it met the top of the skirt. Then, possibly my favourite quality of the top, it had mixed red and black straps, which hung of my shoulders.

I looked over myself once more before putting on my black, light weight ankle high shoes and I quickly pulled my hair up in a high pony tail with a red ribbon. "There's something missing..." I looked on my vanity desk and pick up a bright red lipstick that contrasted with my pale skin tone. After putting it on, I puckered my lips with a little 'pop'. "Perfect" I grinned and nodded to myself.

Turning around, I headed to the door to enter the main room and surprise the others with my new look. I can't wait to see their faces... I froze.

Oh yeah... Robin.

He's been hiding himself away a lot lately, either in his room by himself or in the evidence room, sometimes when you walk past you can hear Wally talking to him. That gave me some comfort to know that Robin had someone to talk too, I just couldn't face talking to him right now - not with everything going on...

Kid flash had tried to get me to talk to him or Robin, he said it was obvious that I was keeping something a secret and that I had never been secretive before, well... to them at least. And that was true, I hadn't. But they would never forgive me if I had told them the truth behind what I had done. So that's it I avoided speaking to him lately, I avoided most of the team... but then it didn't really notice as everyone was hiding away in the tower from the public eye, as everyone hoped the news would die down fast.

Honestly, I haven't spoken to robin much since the day the Riddler attacked and we were saved by someone in the dark.

Of course, I knew who that person was.

I hated that person. That person betrayed and lied to me. THAT person made me something I hated. Someone I knew my friends would hate. THAT PERSON... that person saved us...

Why?

I knelt down on my soft carpet floor and pulled an old shoe box out from under my bed. I pulled the lid of discarding it to the side and stared at the contents. They were soft white pieces of white material and odd sized pieces of white fully toy stuffing. They were the remains of the toy dove he had given me that night on the pier.

Flashback

I was following cyborg back to the team, when I felt eyes on me. I turned around and surveyed the busy area, my eyes darted across many people, but quickly connected with the light green eyes I had only ever seen once; as he quickly pulled a red baseball cap down to cover them, as he signalled me over with a flick of his wrist.

Hesitantly, I made my way through the crowd to the 'shoot the duck' game stall. I ran my eyes over him, analysing if he was trust worthy or not. The pulled down cap, said he wasn't. But his confident stand told me he was. His simple smile told me he was. His clothes were normal. His stature looked normal. He seemed like someone who I could trust, to an extent at least, for someone I just met.

As I reach him, he smiled and nodded. "Hey."

I walked around to his left hand side and he watched looking rather amused. I replied after a moment, "Hello"

"You're that girl, right? The girl in the Titans?" He asked with a knowledgeable tone that didn't match the question.

"I am... well, one of them, at least."

"You're the one that came from Blüdhaven, with that side kick from Gotham?" I stared at him, how does he know I came with robin? "You were attacked by the freak the Joker a while ago right? Can't imagine why that head case would be out here..."

"I don't appreciate you referring to my friend like that." I paused "How do you know all that?"

He smirked, and picked up the plastic gun off the wooden stand to aim at the moving targets at the back wall. "Everyone knows that... it's common knowledge in Jump, probably Gotham and Blüdhaven too.

I suppose that's true... "Yes. I guess you're right." I shook my head and watched as he hit his target, dead centre. "Why did you call me over? Because I doubt it was to tell me about myself..."

His head lowered in concentration, as he shot once more and hit the target. "I called you over, to see if you would come." His head moved slightly to face me, though I could not see past his cap. "And you did."

I frowned in confusion, "What purpose would this little test of your achieve?"

"No purpose. I only did it to see if you would." He spoke in such a careful manner; He knew what he was saying with a scary precision.

"So you're wasting my time." I said a little angry and was about to leave.

"No." I stared at him

"Excuse me?"

"No, I didn't call you over to waste your time JesséBelle." His lips struggled to hide a smirk, as he said my name.

My breath caught in my throat and I clenched my fists and stretched them out again, "What did you just say..."

"Your name. JesséBelle. That is your name, right?" I nodded, feeling slightly numb

"Yes it is." I said, folding my arms across my chest.

"No need to be defensive" He grinned and in a sly little motion he shot down the last target. "I just don't get why anyone, even the joker, would wanna hurt your pretty face."

I scoffed and looked away. Don't even try it dude. From the corner of my eye I saw him receive a prize from the stall.

"Wanna know something else? You wouldn't be such a target if you'd just stop trying to please everyone." My head shot to face him, feeling offended.

"Who do you think you are telling me who I am and what I should do?!" My hands flexed and orbs of kinetic energy formed.

He smirked again, in his little charming way. "It's what you do. You try to be so perfect and pure and innocent and make everyone happy. It make mental creeps like the Joker want to break you down and crack your spirit." He reached out and nudged my arm.

"Why should I listen to you?" I asked, while silently considering what he was saying.

"Because."

"Because why."

"Just... Because."

I laughed, looking away "That's not a reason."

I felt him touch my chin and gently pull my face back to face him, "Just trust me Tinkerbelle."

Tinker Bell? Like the fairy? Where did that come from? I said nothing, only stared.

"Don't be the Dove everyone wants you to be, be a chameleon, just blend in, but still be your own person." He smiled and seemed so sweet "No one wants you to get hurt Tink."

I looked down as he push something soft into my hands; A toy Dove.

"Remember that." He finished

I nodded starring at the toy.

"I will..."

I jump when I felt him kiss my cheek, and I quickly spun around to find that he had disappeared.

Flashback end

Tears pricked my eyes, but I quickly scrubbed them away. I stared at my hand for a moment damn... where are my gloves?... I threw the box down on the floor, slightly in anger and mostly in frustration. Wearing these gloves gets so irritating after a while, but I have to wear them to hide the scars on my palms. My power to control energy scars my hands when I use it and I can't stand to see them.

I open my tall wardrobe and sat on the floor to search through the boxes and moving a wrapped box out on to the floor, to find my gloves had fallen down the back. As I picked them up, I glanced back to the present on the floor.

I pulled on my fingerless black gloves and pick up the box, pushing the wardrobe doors closed by kicking my foot out behind me.

I sat in my desk chair and looked at the box; I had finished it a while ago and must have forgotten about it...

Every year on the anniversary that we became heroes, Robin and I have a private celebration of sorts. We give each other a present, like we did when we were nine years old...

We've never not gone through with this tradition...

I sighed and stood up leaving the box on the chair and stopped when I reached my door.

Should I tell him... what would he say?

I glanced back to my mirror, then to the box of soft toy remains, then to the wrapped gift and finally, over to the picture on my bedside table. The picture was of me and robin after we finished our first mission. We were both smiling at Alfred as he took the picture, I had jumped on Robins back just before hand and had my chin on his shoulder, and the picture had been taken as we both started cracking up with laughter. Things were so much simpler back then...

I stared at the young duo in the frame and felt a small smile of nostalgia creep up on me.

He deserves to know...

With shaking hands and a pounding heart, I left the room.

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So hints and secrets are beginning to come in to light.

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Part 2 of this chapter will be posted Christmas eve!

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