A/N: I think this is the quickest I have posted chapters together. It's all due to the fact that I did my homework quickly and efficiently that I am a couple days ahead of my class so I get free time. I actually don't have a computer (yet, I'm hoping for one on my birth date which is coming up). I have also just moved to BC, Canada from Alberta where I have lived all of my life. I am currently helping my parents do renovations on our house. In fact, I have to sleep in the sewing room cause my room needs to be redone. We have found mummified mice and moles in the walls as well as dead, decaying ones in the yard. On e the first week alone we found a dead mole in the living room stuck between the wall and the hot water heater! UGH! Anyway, you probably don't care about my life story, so back to this story. Congrats to chilled blood, jayenator2.0 and DianaoftheAmazons who's oc's showed up in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. There, Happy? I said it.

Chapter 1:

Blow was traded for blow. Heavy breathing filled the air. Darkness was everywhere. A flash of blue and black is all anyone saw. The lights finally came on as the last of the two combatants fell on the ground, battered and bruised. Nightwing stood with his not-impressed face on. It was a running joke that he never smiled. Even more so than the Bat. he watched as the two trainees got up from their positions on the floor stiffly.

"Corvo, don't rely on deflecting so much, you need to learn to be more offensive. Karma, you need to listen and use your instincts more. Try to hear and feel where your opponent is more than look for him. There may not always be a light on the battleground." Karma felt a groan escape her lips while Corvo seemed to be stretching out his sore muscles.

"Now it's a battlefield? I thought this was just training!" Nightwing gave her a serious look before turning to leave.

"Tomorrow, you'll both work on e possible strategies for overcoming this obstacle." With that, he left the area, overhearing Karma saying to Corvo,

"Man! Matisse was right! He is like a general with a suicidal crew!" Nightwing made his way up to the third floor. This was the hall for the original Titans' rooms. Starfire's was the closest to the door. He opened it to see the fading pink upholstery and walls. Her room was spotless, except for some dust. After she had left to rule Tameran after Galfor's passing, she had made Nightwing try to get the Titans back together to train the next generation. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. The rooms would always be remembered along with the haunting memories hidden in corners of this tower. Two Titans were not returning. Starfire being one of them. Across from her room was BeastBoy's. Now called Changeling, he had found his place in the Young Justice team as well as Cyborg and Nightwing. He had gone through some changes, leaving him able to control and morph into many more animals and creatures then his old teenager days. Cyborg's room was next, claiming he was the only one who could sleep beside the two worst snorers in the world. He was eager with training the new recruits and had easily gotten BeastBoy on board. A room sat between his and Nightwing's with the same bare furnishings in it as before. However Nightwing went to the only place he knew he could find the most peace and clarity of thought. The room across from his: Raven's room. The walls and books were kept exactly how she had left them. Even the drama masks were placed just as they were before. Nightwing leaned against the inside of the closed door, closing his eyes. The memory of Raven washed over him, his head was dizzy with the sensation. The purple hair flowing at chin length as she looked in his direction, book clasped in small hands. Her change of outfit when they had grown older and her hair now waist length. Her melodious laugh as her eyes seemed to twinkle at the look he gave her when she pulled a prank more worthy than BeastBoys'. Then the memory of that one night he had claimed her as his own. His fist hit the wall without his control. He felt anger and betrayal fill his body and flood his mind. She had left so soon afterwards, without any sort of trace. He pulled his hand away and held it to his face. He had ran to he room after seeing a note on the counter. The room was left as if no one had ever lived her. Without the books and the hint of tea and meditation candles, he could have believed it was so. He remembered what the note said because it would forever be imprinted on his mind.

Robin,

I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm sorry. I hope you will understand. I need to go. I...I need to think some things through. I'll call you. Please don't worry about us... We'll be okay... I know how to take care of myself... and them... I'm going back home... To Azerath... There are some things I need to do that I have been putting off... I want you to know that I do love you... but I can't bring myself to ruin the happiness of another...

Farewell,

your bird.

Created by jayenator2.0

Amarra Walker (Matisse)
13 Years old
african american female, skin tone tan, long black hair either braided or straight, cloudy grey eyes (when she uses her powers they glow silver)
Favorite color: green (any shade
likes cartoons, anime, video gaming, sports (lawn tennis, surfing, skate boarding), cars and planes etc
music: pop, hip hop(old and new), (kinda) rock
Dislike opera music, Brussel sprouts, bullies, wimps, the color pink
(hero costume) like Artemis as tigress (young justice) without the mask, except a darker green where it's orange and a grey sleeveless hoodie
Powers: can make metallic objects like discs, knives, swords come out of her hands and she can cover herself in metal armor
Attitude: really kind, easy-going personality

Created by chilled blood
Corvo Strongarm (Corvo)
Dislikes: pessimistic people
Likes: steak, shadows and creeping
Hero looks: skull mask that's metal and steam punk. Long black tattered duster coat.
Back story:kidnaped at the age of 5, Trained in stealth and fighting, He escapes and join TT2
Powers: Can teleport short distance. Athletic abilities
Other: He carries a knife but doesn't normally kill. Loves to choke people

credit goes to* DianaoftheAmazons
Name*. Lucky O'Rielly
(Hero Name)* Karma
Age* 13
Looks*
Hair: Waist length white hair usually braided with rainbow ribbons woven in
Body: Pale skin, 5'4"
Eyes: Large brown eyes, perfect for puppy dog stares
Favorite* Karma likes any color EXCEPT for black. She loves Fries and Smoothies, and usually experiments with new smoothie flavors.
Dislike Karma HATES black, Roses and Babies, which she finds scary. Her least favorite food is poutine, even though she loves fries. She also hates doctors and scientists.
allergies* Karma claims to be allergic to babies, when she isn't
(hero costume) Karma normally wears a silver bodysuit with long sleeves, and a see through rainbow knee-length skirt that is twirly. She has blue high tops and white wristbands. But if her powers are needed, she wears whatever is proper.
anything else*. Karma was used as a laboratory experiment when she was younger, and was mutated so she can change her looks at will. She can change age, gender, and looks but her eyes always stay the same.
permission to tweak*. YES MAM!