Chapter Two

Visitor

A/N: Hello again, dear readers. I would like to thank you for reading, reviewing, following and/or favouriting this story, particularly those who did the last three, you are incredible. Also thought I'd do this one time, since I forgot last chapter, I do not own Teen Titans or the cover photo. That is courtesy of an amazing artist on Google Images :)

The female rose out of the stance slowly, raising her hands in the air.

"Hang on!" She exclaimed, "I don't want to hurt you." Rory rose out of his own stance and let the green energy leave him. He did not understand a word she said, but he was apt at reading body language and tone.

"O'dvir lhit?" Rory asked her.

"I don't understand what you're saying, I'm sorry." She lowered her hands and walked cautiously towards him. When she got closer, she gasped. "You're hurt!"

He cocked a head at her, she pointed to the many cuts along his person, and the weird position of his left wrist.

"Will you let me help?" She asked him slowly. Rory thought she wanted to help, but for too long he had been deceived like this, driven by a desire to understand, he launched forward and kissed the girl, who went rigid with shock. When he broke the lip contact, he roughly pushed her up against his wrecked spaceship.

"What do you want from me!" He growled.

"I was offering to help, get off of me!" She cried as she squirmed against his grip.

"Then why do carry weapons?" He looked down at her belt filled with sharp objects, the staff and other metal objects that resemble bombs.

"I use them to fight the bad people, let me go!"

"In my experience, it is only the bad people who carry weapons." Rory tried to look her in the eye, a rather had thing to do when the girl's eyes were covered by a domino mask. The girl, clearly tired of being held down, delivered a solid kick to Rory's sternum. The force of the kick drove Rory through the air to land roughly on his backside in the rocky dirt.

"You left me no choice." The girl's face entered his field of vision. She folded her arms and gave him a cold stare as he passed into oblivion.

There was no hesitation when it came to seating arrangements at lunch time. Gabrielle had not only given up on reclaiming her table, but she seemed to take Daniel Roth as a personal challenge, much to the amusement of Vic and the bemusement of the Ice King. The car trip had been disappointing. Daniel only spoke when asked a direct question, and even then it was a one word or obscure question. Daniel had been trying every trick he knew to get the annoying girl to let up, but so far she continued to bug him. He knew why. Of course he knew why, being an empath was the only plus he could find to his demonic heritage. But no amount of understanding when it came to people's emotions could ever help Daniel when it came to comprehending them nor did it give him magical insight on how to react. This was one of the many reasons Daniel kept to himself.

"So, Dan, you catch the football last night?"

Daniel sighed and closed the book he had hoped to read peacefully that lunch and instead turned to the blonde haired girl who insisted on annoying him.

"First off, Gabrielle, it's not Dan, it's Dan-iel. Two syllables. Second off, yesterday was Wednesday."

"Don't call me Gabrielle, it sounds like I'm getting in trouble, and well, whoops." Gabrielle cocked a head at the book title. "Christine? Oh are you into cars?"

Frustration surged through Daniel. As he struggled to get it under control, several ideas popped into his head. Smacking the book on his head, smacking Gabrielle, smacking Gabrielle with the book on the head. Suddenly a panel of glass smashed from a nearby window, shocking Daniel back into calmness.

"Grass stain, it's written by Stephen King, you know? The guy who writes It and other horrors? Just leave the man alone." Victoria finished with a dramatic eye roll, and mouthed I'm sorry. Daniel simply nodded and opened the book before the blushing girl could open her mouth again.

Raquel Grayson screeched to a halt in the Batcave, probably leaving skid marks, but she took every opportunity to piss off her aunt so she didn't particularly care.

"Good evening, Miss Raquel, I'm afraid Miss Beth is still out, would you like me to assist you with the fellow tied in behind you?"

Raquel felt the usual disappointment when Alice wasn't even phased by the tall and muscular red-haired boy tied to the R-cycle behind her.

"That would be nice, Alice." She grunted, struggling with the heavy alien. Alice calmly walked over and grabbed the unconscious boy's legs and proceeded to help untie and haul him to a couch.

"Was this what you found when you investigated the crash site, Miss Raquel."

"He had a spaceship as well, but I couldn't haul that on my cycle too."

"I will notify Miss Beth and fetch medical supplies for the boy." As the maid walked off, Raquel looked down on the alien and sighed. Things were going to get complicated when he woke up.

Raquel was slumped against the wall, asleep when the alien opened his eyes. He took a moment to study the still girl sitting on the arm of the couch before clearing his throat loudly. She jumped and looked down at him and smiled.

"Sorry about that, you didn't seem very open in listening to me." She seemed relaxed, but Rory knew she would thump him the moment he made a wrong move.

"My ship crashed on a planet that is unknown to me, and I am greeted by a masked girl wielding a weapon, can you really place the blame on me?"

The girl frowned.

"How did you learn English so quickly, and why do you talk like that?"

"Like what?" He asked, ignoring the other question.

"Your speech, it's overly complex to the point of incoherency."

Rory shrugged, "I learnt it from you, perhaps it is your language that is the incoherent."

Raquel smiled and extended a hand to the boy, "I'm Raquel Grayson, or Robin when I'm in costume."

Rory studied her hand, unsure what she wanted him to do with it. After a while she let it fall awkwardly to her side.

"You don't know what a handshake is, do you? Never mind then. Who are you?"

Rory sat up and stared around the Batcave. "I am Roriand'r." He said after a while. "Prince of Tamaran."

"Rory Ander?" She frowned in confusion at the alien.

"Roriand'r." He corrected with a smile. "It roughly translates to Wildfire in your language. You may call me Rory if it's a bit full of the mouth."

"A mouth full?"

"If you say so." Rory shrugged, not in the least embarrassed by the error in his speech.

"My aunt's on her way to collect your ship and bring it here." Raquel leaned back against the wall and took off her mask with a sigh. "Guess that means I'm done for the night."

"Your eyes are a most incredible shade of blue, Robin."

Raquel couldn't help but grin at the boy. "Thank you, Rory, I'm going to get out of this costume. Alice is getting clothes for you and setting up one of the spare rooms."

Rory bowed his head. "Your kindness is not often found, I appreciate it greatly."

Raquel just flashed him another smile before walking out of the Batcave.

The Doom Patrol were racing to Jump City Prison, were the Hive Five were currently attempting a mass break out. What the heroes didn't expect when they got there, was a cloaked figure handing the prisoners back to the wardens.

"No way, we called dibs!" Beast Babe whined. The cloaked hero spun around at the voice, the hood hiding most of their face and neck, excluding a pair of violet eyes and the lower half of their face. Violet eyes.

"And if I had known and left it to you, they would've all been half-way to Antarctica by now." A flat voice informed them. It was unmistakably male, teenager. Beast Babe cocked her head at him.

"I know a guy with purple eyes." She stated, half-accusingly.

"I feel sorry for him." He replied, narrowing said eyes in suspicion at the green girl.

"Beast Girl." Steve said warningly, she glared at him. Her adoptive parents had never approved her name change. Nor would they, but that wouldn't stop her.

"Thank you for your help." Rita cut in, extending a hand to the boy, who reached his hand from the blue cloak and shook it.

"We're the Doom Patrol." Rita continued. "I'm Elasti-Girl, this is Mento," she gestured at Steve, "Negative Man," Larry nodded at him, "Robot Man," Cliff raised a hand, "and Beast Girl."

"Babe." Gabrielle crossed her arms and her adoptive mother shot her an exasperated look.

The boy's lips twitched slightly, "I'm Raven." He told them.

"It's good to see another hero, Raven, you should talk to the police and establish a connection if you haven't done it already, they'll probably be okay with you so long as you don't kill anyone." Larry gave the boy a small grin.

"I'll try not to." Raven assured them.

"Well we're glad to meet you Raven, you weren't hurt were you?" Apparently Rita's maternal instincts extended to other teenage Superheroes.

"Just bruising, I have ways to look after myself."

Gabrielle cocked her head at him."Like what?"

Raven frowned at her, and began to open his mouth.

"Well, we best get going, see you around, Raven." Rita stretched an arm around her daughter and ignored her protests as they left the scene. Raven just shook his head and went back to supervising the clean up.

A/N: And chapter done, thanks for reading once again, I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review, I would appreciate it no matter how short! You guys keep being awesome,

- Felix