Days passed by, the Titan Living room was shaping up. Since the girl was unable to clean the windows left and undamaged, Jet took care of cleaning them carefully, while Echo started to move the curved couch by directing her voice with such force, she managed to fling the couch out the already broken window.
The Mayor, Mayor Browns, had met with Jet two days before, and was delighted at the new prospect of a new class of the Teen Titans to come in and save what was left of the gang ridden city. New villains were popping up everywhere, and there was no control over them. Giving Jet two thousand dollars as a start up fund, the two titans managed to buy the mandatory items. A new circular couch that was dark blue, new shelving, as well as repairs the doors.
Money was also spent on investing on some new clothing, seeing as how the small girl's was either blood stained, burned or tattered to the point he would refuse to let her leave the room, they each went down to small stores, and bought simple and cheap clothing. So, with the girl donning a pair of black skinny jeans and a black tank top, she took the paint brush that was dipped with dark red paint, and began smearing it over the walls, with Jet following behind correcting the mistakes she had made, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark green tee shirt. His sun glasses remained on his face still, and she was listening to an IPOD that she somehow managed to find and worked. The IPOD its self looked battered and slightly bruised from the traveling, and he had a feeling that she acquired it by stealing.
Cyborg was somewhere in the Tower, reluctantly repairing the fractured security alarms, the many complex systems, the alert of crime, and the door bell.
The two had not bother to travel too far inside the Tower, instead it became a morning routine for Jet to wake up first, and to leave for breakfast, and then to return to kick the blind girl awake. Once she was done muttering death threats during breakfast, the two got to work and began to repair the damaged tower.
They slept on opposite sides of the room; she curled up in a corner by the window, and Jet on one end of the long, curved couch. But it was strange. Whenever he went to sleep, he was usually plagued with nightmares. The first night together, he had been dreaming of his father attacking him with a long and jagged knife. But then she appeared in a flash of blackness, holding a black sword in front of her. He watched as the two battled, until his father sank to his knees and crumbled to dust-right after a harsh and unforgiving blow sent by her. She gave him a small smile, and then faded away, leaving him in his sanctuary of dreams. The next morning, when he had woken up, nothing was out of place about the girl. She was sarcastic, angry and slightly violent.
"We need a name for you." Jet decided. He looked at her bad paint job, and began to smooth over a particularly bad patch.
"What am I? A stray?" She asked, lifting an eye brow. Her eyes flashed with a small amount of feelings, ones that Jet acknowledged that she wanted a name.
"I can't just keep on calling you 'you'." He shrugged, knowing she's pick up the echoes.
"Then what do you have in mind?" Echo asked, putting down the paint brush.
Jet was silent as he continued the long and smooth brush strokes.
"How about Sonic? It fits with your powers." Jet asked.
Her eyes hardened, and her voice seemed to be made of steel as she ground out, "Anything. But. That."
"What's wrong with it?" Jet asked, confused.
"My past. None of your business. Try something else." Her tone was softened slightly, but by force.
Silence passed by, and soon he had an idea. "Echo? It sounds pretty cool."
She was silent and began to test the name in her thoughts. She liked it.
"It's okay." She shrugged. Leaving it at that, they went on before she announced, "Someone's at the door. Go get it."
"Me? Why do I have to get it?" Jet complained, already setting down his paint brush.
"'Cuz I'm the girl, and I can kick your butt." Echo smirked, and listened in satisfaction as the door bell rang.
Racing down the darkened halls, and sprinted down the stairs. The elevators were out of business still, and Echo had yet to guilt Cyborg into fixing them. For the anger she carried, she could lay a guilt trip pretty thick.
Finally reaching his destination, he opened the door and saw a girl.
She wore a long white skirt that had two slits that went neatly up to the mid of her thigh, and a long golden top. Her shoes were made of soft leather material, strappy sandals that laced all the way up to her knees. Her long brown hair was kept in a neat braid, and her eyes held calmness and intelligence.
"Um… hi?" Jet asked.
"Hello. My name is Sraish. I come from the White Woods. I've been sent to help you on this challenge." She said in a soft voice.
"Who were you sent by?" Jet questioned, paranoia building upwards.
"My mother and father. You might have heard of them here, but I am assuming you do not know much about them. They are known here as 'Mother Earth' and 'Father Time'." Sraish replied.
Jet's mind was reeling with the little information he knew of the realm, the White Forests. It was a realm, made up of only the purest of them all. It was the home of the Elvin people, and she showed that she had it in her blood, with her high cheek bones and pale skin.
It was also a home made of snow and ice. The girl looked out of place in the heat of the summer.
"You might want to come with me to see Echo." Jet said, motioning for her to come in.
"Echo?" She asked, curiously.
"She's…slightly…temperamental…" Was all that Jet could say.