Hey! *looks to see if Jay's here* Good! He's not here. *sighs in relief* So without further ado…

Jay: I'm right here! Besides, I narrate.

Me: Gr…

Jay: You have to say the disclaimer.

Me: *grits teeth* I. Don't. Own. The. Teen. Titans.

Jay: By the way, this is for lolluv!

Me: HEY! I wanted to say that!(chases Jay around)

Chapter 9: My New Sibling

3 months later…

I woke up hearing a pained cry. I sleepily arose from my slumber and glanced at the clock. 1:30 in the morning. There was another cry, quickly followed by a soothing, yet panicked, voice. I was wide awake now, and put on my uniform hastily. There was a sudden knock on my door as I finished putting on my black boots. I answered it and found a wide-eyed Gar carrying my mother, who moaned in pain.

Gar looked at me and nodded. "It's time."

We ran outside and Gar transformed into a pterodactyl and I helped him carefully put my mom on his back. The sky was pitch black and I could see some lights in the distance from Jump City.

I grabbed Gar's phone from his beak and texted all the Titans about this. My parents had both instructed me to do so when the time came. However, not all the Titans would answer the call. Some would come to Jump City Hospital; others would not. But for sure, Uncle Cy and his family would. Aunt Bee made him sound out an alarm if we ever texted them.

"You okay?" I asked Mom.

She shook her head. "This one's worse than you."

I huffed. "Love you too, Mother."

Mom gave me a weak smile. I returned the smile and looked at the city. "Can't you go any faster, Dad?" I asked Gar.

He gave me a look that clearly said, I'm trying but it's hard with the extra weight! I rolled my eyes and focused on flying steadily. Excitement soared in me. The past few weeks, we had been designing a room for the baby. The walls were a dark green and the crib was made of a strong material not seen in normal cribs that aren't very useful for baby quarter demons. This crib could contain my dangerous new sibling. The carpet was white and there were toys like rattles, a stuffed monkey, and a small dummy. I figured the kid could beat up the dummy instead of accidentally beating us up. In fact, my mom smacked me in the arm when I suggested it, but finally agreed. I think she recalled how much of a handful I was when I was a baby.

The lights of the city grew closer as we flew towards it. We flew faster when we heard Mom utter a cry of pain. This kid wasn't gonna be an easy one.

"Now I feel sorry for my mother." Mom groaned and clenched her teeth.

We finally arrived at the city. Gar desperately tried to find the hospital but he couldn't.

I snapped my fingers. "Wait a sec." I concentrated on finding a person who was sick with my soul-self-a 6 foot dark blue bird- and located the hospital 10 blocks away. "This way, Garfield." I yelled over the wind and he followed me to the hospital. I didn't have time to look at the building, only to help my mom up and let Gar carry her. We rushed through the doors and two nurses helped my mother onto a stretcher and got her to a room. Uncle Cy and Aunt Bee were there, as well as Flash and Jinx. A doctor was also there and he helped my mom relax.

"Just relax. Take deep breaths and don't worry. Is this one your first?" the man asked her.

"No, but this is my first with my husband. Jay's my first." Mom answered. I waved at him.

The doctor nodded. "Good. I think the baby's gonna come out any second." He pointed to the nurses to get ready. "Okay. Just push."

My mom 'pushed' and I could see something. I turned away. "Tell me when this is over." I muttered to Gar. He nodded and kept watching.

"Ha. Little wuss." Flash teased and Jinx elbowed him in the ribs.

I heard another grunt and the doctor's voice saying, "You're almost there. Keep pushing."

There was a pained cry quickly followed by another. "Look." Gar whispered. I turned around and saw a baby fresh out of the womb. The nurses did their thing and gave him back to Mom, who looked fine but tired and happy.

A beautiful baby boy with little green hairs and gray-green skin was in my mother's arms. When he opened his eyes, I saw amethyst eyes that mirrored my own. "My boy." Gar said shakily and he laughed and cried. "My son."

"Do you want to hold him Gar?" Mom asked softly, happy tears creeping out of her eyes.

He nodded and took the baby boy in his arms. Gar was speechless. "What-what do we name him?" Gar asked us.

While I thought, the dream I had months ago came back to me. The boy. He had transformed into a crow. I looked at my baby brother and a name echoed in my mind and heart. "Crow." I whispered. It was right. No, it was perfect. He looked at me and gave me a small smile like the ones Mother gave to me. I cleared my throat. "His name should be Crow." I said louder. Mom and Gar looked at me and smiled.

"That's a nice name for the little one." Aunt Bee commented.

Uncle Cy said, "Dude, do you have a whole family of birds or what?"

"I like that name. Crow." Gar said defensively. "Crow. That's a good name for my little guy." He stroked my brother's cheek and gave him a warm grin. "You like that, don't you?"

"That's a nice name. But what about his middle name?" Mom asked.

Gar pondered on that. "Mark. Like my dad. Crow Mark Logan. That sounds good." He looked down at me and asked, "Do you wanna hold Crow?"

I gulped. "Um, sure." I answered nervously.

"Careful." Jinx warned. I rolled my eyes in what Gar calls, "a signature Raven styled thing."

I took my baby brother from Gar. Crow looked at me with an intense gaze inherited from my mother. Then he gave me his father's signature smile, but without the fangs. He didn't have fangs! That was a surprise. I wondered what other secrets he had. What were Crow's powers? What could he do? As if reading my mind he gave me a mock smile. I would clearly have to wait. "Here Mom, you hold Crow." I said.

Mom took him in her arms and Crow started to fall asleep. "Ahh." he mumbled and drifted off into Dreamland. My mother started to fall asleep too so Gar took Crow away gently and made sure he'd stay asleep. I yawned. In all the excitement, I had ignored my yearning for sleep. I found a chair to doze on and fell into a deep slumber like Crow.

Dream

"So you finally found me, huh?" A boy's voice said. It was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing.

"Show yourself!" I yelled. "I'm powerful and I'm not afraid to use my powers."

He let out an amused chuckle. "I know that, duh. Anyways, you already know who I am. We've met, more or less."

I gave a confused look that he probably couldn't hear. "What do you mean?"

"You know, twice before. In your dreams and another time. If I'm too specific, it'll give my identity away." he answered.

"You're the boy. The white crow. Crow. You're my brother." It dawned on me. This was my brother.

"Yeah I am, bro. Guess I should've given you more credit on your intelligence and stuff. " he replied.

I frowned. "But…you're just a baby."

"Not in my dreams and yours. Look at yourself. You're, what, 14? Around that age." Crow said.

I looked at myself and didn't see much in the darkness. I was wearing a long-sleeved top and I think tights too. And shoes. Or boots? I didn't know. "Why are you here?" I demanded.

He shuffled his feet nervously. "I'm not sure. It's just a dream, after all." Crow responded.

"You must be a super smart baby, little bro." I replied, impressed. "Where'd you get that from?"

"Definitely not Dad." Crow said and we both laughed. Suddenly, he tensed. "Wake up." he commanded.

I was puzzled. "But why?"

"JUST WAKE UP!"

End of Dream

I woke up with a start. I saw Mother sleeping peacefully in her bed while Gar snored on a chair. Crow was in a little crib beside my mom. His amethyst eyes blinked open and peered at me. Crow's pointy ears twitched. I wondered what he had heard, if he did have sensitive hearing.

I heard some footsteps and a voice in the hallway. A muffled cry, the drop of something, and then silence. I held my breath and watched my brother, ready to protect him if necessary. Then the door opened quietly and there stood a man I didn't recognize.

He was a tall man with his face hidden by a bronze mask and the other half was shielded in darkness. The man wore a black suit with metal pieces on some parts of the suit. He had a belt around his waist and was carrying a knife drenched with a dark liquid.

"Where is the brat?" the man whispered. His eyes bored into me and I sat there, scared out of my mind. He turned away. I sighed in relief. I wasn't his object of interest.

He turned away and noticed Crow in the little crib. The man gave away an evil chuckle.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I whispered in a demanding tone.

The man smirked. "These days, I go by Deathstroke. And you are?"

"Crow's older brother." I answered, ready to attack.

"Oh really?" Deathstroke said with false interest. "I don't really care. Go, child, before I kill you too."

Before I could attack, another figure ran into the room and punched Deathstroke. He was caught by surprise and landed in the hallway. I noticed the lights were off in the hallway too, so it was hard to see who the figure was. I ran to the hallway, wanting to join the fight.

"Hello, Nightwing. A pleasure to see you again." Deathstroke said, giving a mock bow and punching Nightwing in the face. He landed at my feet and looked up at me.

I gasped. "Father?"

He groaned and got up. "Oh great."

I remembered that voice. I heard that before. I know I did. Wait a second. "You were spying on me months before!" I accused him. "What was that for?"

Nightwing answered while fighting the villain, "Firewing accidentally spilled the beans to me at the day you guys saw each other at the park. I was going to see you, since you're my son too…oof!" Deathstroke kicked him in the chest.

He looked at Father and I with great curiosity. "Father and son? Then who's the mother?" he asked us.

Nightwing scowled. "None of your business. Why don't you say where you've been after what, 15 years?"

Deathstroke chuckled again. I instantly hated that laugh. "Just been learning some new tricks and getting more technology. Why aren't you Robin anymore?"

Father didn't answer. He yelled a battle cry and attempted to punch Deathstroke. He easily caught it and laughed. "You were always so predictable."

"Leave him alone!" I yelled. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" I was in my dark energy warrior form. The villain looked at me in awe. Then he laughed.

"You're the son of Nightwing and Raven, aren't you? I can tell because your little chant gave you away."

I gritted my teeth. "My name is Jay. And you're gonna be dead meat." I fought with all my fury and let my rage free. Deathstroke was slowly getting beaten by Father and I. I never thought I'd fight with him, but we seemed to be naturally fighting together perfectly.

"We'll meet another time, Jay. Nightwing." he said and jumped out of a nearby window.

"No!" Nightwing yelled. He pushed me out of the way and looked down the window. Deathstroke was no longer in sight. I powered down and resumed my normal form. Nightwing pounded his fist on the window frame.

"He got away. Again." he muttered angrily.

"Jay? What's going on?" Mom asked and got out of bed.

I heard Gar yawn. "What's up now?"

Nightwing swore. "I have to go." he whispered and jumped out of the window like the masked villain had moments before. I looked out. Father was gone too. I guess that was the only good-bye I'd get.

I saw Gar and Mom walk up to me, annoyed and tired. "What happened?" Gar rubbed his eyes.

I couldn't tell them about Father. So I just told them I fought Deathstroke and he was after Crow for an odd reason. I managed to hold him off and he just left when he knew he'd be defeated soon.

Mother looked a little tense. "Deathstroke? He used to be called Slade when we were Teen Titans. But I guess it's okay now that he's gone…"

"Good job, dude. Now let's get some sleep. I'm so freaking tired." Gar murmured.

Mom looked at me with a piercing gaze for awhile. I gulped and withstood the gaze that she used to pry the truth out of me. After a few moments, Mother left to join Gar in the room. I sighed softly and walked into the room to get some sleep.

In the morning, we took baby Crow back home. It was a good thing that Deathstroke didn't come back to the hospital at night again. I had a pretty good feeling that Father made sure of it.

"Welcome home, son." Gar said. Little Crow laughed and grabbed Dad's finger.

"Hey, let go! That's my finger." Gar chuckled gently and tried to take his finger away. But Crow had an iron grip and refused to let go.

Mom smiled. "I guess it's his now." Crow giggled and waved his prize.

"Ada!" he gurgled. We laughed fondly at him.

The whole family took the newest addition to his room. Crow was in awe. "Wah!" he said, pointing at the stuffed monkey.

"It's all yours, baby bro." I said, handing it to him.

Crow released Gar's finger and grabbed the monkey. "Da!" he shrieked.

We all gaped. "Uh, no. Da's here, buddy." Gar corrected the baby quarter-demon.

"Da!" he insisted and Mom and I laughed at Gar.

"Well, Garfield. It seems like our son agrees that you are a monkey." Mom said in a monotone. I smirked.

"Rae! C'mon! That's not funny." Gar said, pretending to be mad when he was smiling.

Mom replied, "Well, the baby has humor unlike you so learn from Crow." I laughed even harder.

Gar rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Then he looked at the baby in his arms. "Well Crow," he told him, "at least you don't laugh at your daddy."

"Sorry Gar. But it was funny in a cute sort of way since Crow's a baby." I explained.

"That's okay. I'll go get the camera to capture a moment of cuteness. Oh! And I should get a video camera too!" Gar thought out loud and raced out of the room to find the items.

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