Drumroll pleaze...chapter 2! There isn't a ton of talking here but its more of a think chappie, anyway. If u really like May 15, no offense. I just picked May 15 randomly :). Enjoyz..

Disclaimer: dont own TT. if i did...ooo that wuld b nice...

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Yes…No…?

Six Years Later

I sat down at the pizza box littered table with my out-of-place herbal tea. I looked around the empty table and then the whole room. It was the Hive Five's TV room. It had expanded. There was now a small kitchen, a couch, game system, and a few more doors. It was early in the morning. 5:35. But I always woke up early. I sipped the tea and looked at the calendar on the wall. May 15th. I looked down at my tea. And then, with a jolt of painful memories, I remembered what day it really was. It was now exactly six years. Six years since I'd been kidnapped by Jinx and Mammoth and taken here. I sighed. Darn. The annoying fifteen. And I was fifteen too. The world hated me. But it was a mutual feeling, so no worries.

A lot had happened the last six years. We'd gotten two more members. Both equally annoying boys. They'd arrived two and a half years after my arrival and had successfully annoyed the crap out of me and Jinx and had befriended Mammoth. Gizmo and Billy Numerous. Gizmo was a short and annoying little kid that knew too much for his own good. He also had a strange addiction to the word 'crud'. Billy was weird. He could multiply himself over and over again. And it sure was frustrating when fifteen hillbillies were talking to you while you were meditating. Jinx and I had moved past our first kidnapped/kidnapper fight and had became good friends. Being the only smart villains in the group, we had to stick together. My powers had grown over the years and I found myself having to stay to myself and not show much emotion, or else cause some sort of explosion. My powers included flight using telekinesis, being able to lift objects using telekinesis, and a wide array of other things. So Billy found out after trying to get me to play Wrangling Time on the Gamestation. Damn cows. My grip on my tea loosened a little as I remembered my teammates shocked faces as Billy was thrown halfway across the room. And the Jinx's hysteric fits of laughter.

After my second year here I had to choose a super-villain name. I'd chosen Raven. Jinx said it sounded dark and mysterious, like me. And then I'd said her name was weird and annoying, like herself. Who said a pillow to the head doesn't hurt? I closed my eyes and remembered all of our successful robberies and plots. Those six years had been full of training and pure evil. Which turned out to be a lot more fun than I'd imagined. Especially when we got to create a plot to kidnap a fellow teammate. Gizmo never forgave me.

And then we got to get our own super-villain outfits. That was…enjoyable. Mine was…inventive, I guess. A black leotard with equally black boots. I had a cloak with a hood that was black as night. I didn't have a mask but a golden belt that held bombs that Gizmo had created for me. I made sure that the black in my uniform was the same black as I'd seen in that dream the night I was abducted. Scary black. I was given an A in creepiness by Gizmo. And he was given an F in smarts…once he'd been scraped off the wall of course. Jinx and I were still short, although we'd grown a little. Mammoth had only grown. Gizmo is, let's say, vertically challenged. Very challenged. Billy was tallish and would be pretty handsome if he weren't so annoying and had a little—okay, a lot—less of an accent (no offense to people w/ accents. I just think that Billy's is sooo annoying).

I'd become quite a villain over the years, says Madame Rouge. But she never told me why I'd been specifically kidnapped that night. I just forgot about it eventually. The whole spitting out my name as if it were a piece of—and I quote from Gizmo—crud. So the whole becoming a villain had worked out better than I thought. More fruits of labor than the stupid heroes got. We always got away so we always had something new and expensive to sell or use. And there was the whole 'could become ruler of the world' perk too. So it was nice.

Except for those idiotic Teen Titans. Stupid heroes. They thought they could throw us in jail. Well, they had, multiple times. But I'd teleported us all out before we'd had to serve any real time. Except if Gizmo had been bugging me. Then I let him hang around for a while. The Titans were foolish. There was Robin, their spiky-haired leader, Starfire, their stupid alien, Beast Boy, the idiotic shape shifter, and Cyborg, their smart but annoying robot. Notice how I didn't say anything bad about the Robin character? Yeah, well. I…he…There was some crush development in that area. Sure, I hated his guts, but he was cute. I blushed at the thought.

There was a sudden gust of wind and I turned to see two people standing in the room. Okay, one wasn't standing. Jinx was in Kid Flash's arms. He set her down.

"How do you get up so early?" Jinx yawned.

"It's only…" I glanced at the clock, "six thirty."

"My point."

"Morning, Raven," Kid said.

"Kid."

Kid Flash was not supposed to be here. We were villains and he…was a hero. Not very good. I was the only one, except for Jinx, who knew he ever came here. The thing was that Jinx was in love. So she said. Kid Flash had a spun a little web of charms and flirt around her and she'd been captivated. When Kid had first shown up here I'd been in the air with a chair ready to fling at him. But then Jinx had told me about their little 'affair thing'. I had been shocked that she would fall in love with someone so…so…good. That had prompted an immediate talking to, which took a little over three hours. Kid had left and our teammates thought we were dead. But she finally got me to accept it and agree not to tell. So now, three years later, this was normal. I knew their relationship was thriving and great and all that mushy stuff, but Kid and I still weren't on the best of terms. He felt threatened by me for a few reasons. If I decided to tell, he would get in a ton of trouble with the other Titans and Jinx would probably be…well I didn't want to think about it. So Kid tried to stay on my good side. But that never really worked. He was just involuntarily annoying. But I hadn't told anyone, I wouldn't betray Jinx like that.

"I see we're full of enthusiasm today, Rae," Kid joked.

"It's Raven," I hissed.

"Okay! Okay!" he laughed. He took Jinx in his arms and whispered, "You talk to her, okay?"

Jinx nodded and they kissed. Kid zipped away and Jinx sat down just as the door opened and Gizmo and Billy stumbled in.

Gizmo was in pajamas with computers on them and Billy in ones with cows dappled all over. They sat down after getting food from the kitchen and proceeded with the daily annoying.

"What's with you, crud-eater?" Gizmo said to Jinx who was staring off dreamily.

She snapped back, "None of your beeswax, shrimp."

"Hey, Raven, sure you don't want to play Wrangling Time with the champion?" he asked while he had a piece of toast in his mouth.

"Go away, Billy," I muttered and finished my tea.

"C'mon, Raven. We need to talk," Jinx grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.

"What is it?" I asked as she pulled me through the hallway.

"Just wait," she led me into her room and made me sit in a chair across from her (she was sitting on her bed)

She took a nervous deep breath and I got impatient, "Come on then!"

"Alright, alright. Um, well, I…I'm going with Kid. To be…a hero," she mumbled.

I stared at her, "Say what?"

"You heard me."

"You can't!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, Rae, I can," Jinx said sadly.

"But…but…" I trailed off.

"I was hoping you'd come with me," she said quietly.

Once again I stared at her in complete shock. What an insane prospect. Me, evil villain, leave my promising career to become an annoyingly brave hero. That was just a little out in left field.

"Are you serious?" I asked her skeptically.

"Yeah. If I leave you've got nothing here except three hare-brained idiots. That won't get you anywhere. If you come with me and Kid, you'll actually get somewhere. So what if it isn't on the 'evil' side? People will support you."

"You're insane, you know that? If I go from villain to hero, people will not support me. They will think I'm trying to get on the inside and then crush them. Which, granted, isn't a bad idea. Robin will never let me in anyway. He won't let you either, no matter what Kid says. He's tough as a rock. It's pointless," I muttered.

"Nu-uh! You didn't willingly become a villain! We forced you!" She looked off distractedly, "good times."

"Yeah, well I had the ability to leave after I got a grip on my powers," I countered.

"True. But really, Rae! You've got nothing here, neither do I. But with the Titans you can get back at the villains here that you just hate. Gizmo, Billy, you know who I'm talking about!"

"No, Jinx. There is nothing for me with the Titans. I'd be a little hero, doing all this 'good' junk. That's not me."

"But it was! Remember when you first got here? You despised the idea of becoming a villain. Until we told you about the atom splitter, of course."

"Of course. But I've changed, Jinx. I'm evil. And that's it. I can't fight the bad. I'm not that person."

"Yes you are, Rae. You can be."

"No! I have nothing to gain over with them. There is no point."

"Rachel," I flinched at my old name, "the point is that you'd be helping people and they'd be grateful for it. I would too. I can't go over alone. I need someone there with me and you're the only one who has enough sense to see the advantage in it."

"What's the advantage? Huh? Tell me."

"Look. One, you'd get free meals and room. Two, you'd be foiling our idiotic colleagues' plans. Three, people would appreciate your transition. 'Cause we both know that the Titans are powerless against you and me. If we cross over, we help them and they help us. And I need you there. I have to go with Kid, but I won't go alone. I'm talking you into it so he doesn't have to. I'm saving his head and you from high levels of annoyance," she reasoned.

I was silent for a while. The meals part sounded pretty good and I'd always wanted to crush Gizmo and be rewarded for it. But people appreciating me? Even when I'd had a normal life I hadn't been appreciated. What did it mean? Would people run up to me in the streets and thank me for saving them? Or ask for my autograph? Like a stupid celebrity? I wasn't sure if I wanted that. But there was also the prospect of their valiant leader, Robin. I knew that he would never accept me. He'd always be on guard around me and there would never be trust between us. But he…he seemed so much like myself. I'd been inside his mind once. A harmless little venture. And I'd seen his silent and mysterious side. And I'd loved it. How he was always afraid of being too much of something. So he spent his time alone. I saw his busy training regimen and that no one else ever seemed to join him. He liked being alone and I admired that. But he'd never see me for me. He'd only see me as the ruthless, malevolent villain that I was. Or had been.

"How much time do I have to decide?" I asked softly.

Jinx grinned, "A day or two. I knew you'd say yes!"

"I haven't said anything, Jinx. I need time to think," I ended the conversation with a quick teleportation to my room.

I was shaking in uncertainty as I sat down on my bed. I put my head in my hands and looked down at my purple rug. I sighed and laid down on my bed. I stared at the ceiling for a long while. Random thoughts were bouncing around my head like a roller coaster. But my thoughts were suddenly cleared and I was concentrated on the problem at hand. Yes or no. The two words bounced back and forth in my head, battling for dominance. I shook my head and crossed my legs.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zynthos. Azarath, Metrion, Zynthos. Yes…No!" my concentration broke.

I stared at the ceiling again. It was so plain. Pure white. The rest of my room was either black or purple. This tiny patch of light existed only because I was too short to reach the ceiling. But maybe it showed something in myself. That I might be bad all over but inside, I had a good side. Like I did before I was kidnapped.

"No," I whispered to myself. "She was a weakling. I was never that person. That person is dead to me. Now I am strong. And wonderfully evil."

A distant memory suddenly surfaced in me. It was of when I was at my old home. With my father.

A gust of wind burst into the home as Trigon Roth opened the front door angrily. He slammed it shut and the house seemed to shake. My mother and I were in the kitchen washing dishes.

Mother whispered to me, "Go upstairs, Rachel."

I obeyed quietly because I knew what was going to happen wasn't going to be pretty. I locked myself in my room but I could hear their muted conversation anyway. It was full of angry words and yells of profanity. Then I heard a sharp slap. A whimpering.

Then my mother's defiant voice, "You are evil."

"Wonderfully evil, my dear, wonderfully evil," my father proclaimed.

I put a pillow over my head then and heard no more.

I was frozen for a few seconds after remembering the horrible incident. My father was evil. And if I was too, I was no better than that abusive jerk. With shock riveting through my body I began to cry. A book or two flew off the shelf. I was stunned at my sudden realization. All of these years I'd been no better than him. And now a chance had presented itself to save me. And I knew then that I had made my choice. I would do it so my mother could maybe forgive me for being so evil, so cruel. For leaving her all alone with that…with him. I dried my tears and grabbed some paper.

Jinx's room later that day

Jinx walked into her room wearily. It had been a boring day, to tell the truth. Other than that talk with Raven nothing much had happened. She's fought with the boys and trained. They'd just completed a big job, so they were letting themselves have a little break. In truth, she'd much rather leave while they were in the middle of a heist so she could watch it go horribly wrong, but she didn't have the time.

Jinx sighed and sat on her bed. Her room was electric pink and black. There were stripes of that color on the wall and the floor. Jinx looked toward her dresser and saw a little ball of flame. She jumped up and ran over. It was a black flame. It wasn't spreading, just rooted to its spot on the dresser. Jinx muttered a hex and the fire ceased. Where it had previously been there was now a piece of paper. In Raven's elegant writing she saw a word that lifted her heart.

Yes

there it is. ch 2. woohoo...TT will come in next chap. i really dont have much else to say...except the whole responding to reviews thing!

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