Prolouge

Italic: thoughts

Bold italics: Jericho writing something down or signing

Bold underine: Talking about another person…I'm sure you can figure out who…wink;D

JPOV (Jericho's Point of View)

Laying on the windowsill as he stared at the stars, while strumming an old, familiar tune on his acoustic guitar, Jericho allowed himself to become immersed in the music as he used the solitary of his "room" to gather his thoughts and make sense of the whirlwind his life had gone through in the last 48 hours. From seeing the first outsider on his mountain in the past 6 years and being given a Titan communicator, to fighting the two strange beings he now knew to be Hive Five and Fang, and finally teaming up with Beast Boy, Mas, Pantha, and the Herald, as well as the other Titans later on, to fight the Brotherhood of Evil (BOE), he had much to think about, to say the least. After the BOE's defeat they had, had a huge party to celebrate at the Titan's West's tower. Though Jericho knew they'd had a god reason to celebrate; shivering, he remembered how close they had come to being defeated, and his own feeling of helplessness as the short techno villain, Gizmo, blindfolded him, rendering his powers mute; he had grown used to the quietness on his mountain.

So as the Titans had danced, partied, gossiped, and ate, Jericho had hid himself in the corner, self-conscious, making sure he was not noticed by anybody. Naturally shy, it did not help that he was also mute, he mused, as his fingers stilled over his guitar strings and instinctively went over his throat, then going underneath the collar of the turtleneck he had been wearing and touching the scar that he kept hidden from the world. He doubted that most, if any, of the Titans knew ASL (American Sign Language), and he had realized after 7 years of being rendered voiceless that most people found dealing with someone who couldn't communicate normally, that is, with a voice, unsettling, to say the least. So, he had made himself scarce to even the Herald, who he considered his best friend, in the hopes that he would not cause any tensions between himself and any of the Titans. And as soon as the confrontation with Dr. Light had finished he had gone to the guest room that the Titan's West had provided for him, as they had for everyone, since Robin for some reason had insisted on all the Titans staying the night, and had stayed there since.

Jericho went back to playing the familiar old tune as he continued to be lost in his thoughts. It had been almost a relief when the Titan's alarm had announced Dr. Light breaking into a warehouse. Though he had not been needed, here was a sense of satisfaction at seeing a villain look at you and go pale in the face, almost pleading to be taken to jail. Jericho grimaced as he realized how similarly he must feel when he looked at one of his victims, and it terrified him to think of himself as similar to him in any way. No, he wasn't like him, he assured himself. While he got the sense of satisfaction from having all the control, all the power, to have the situation go his way, no protests; he felt satisfaction at the fact that fighting had been avoided and no violence had been necessary. He ignored the little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like him tauntingly calling him "coward" and "useless". Every time he managed to avoid a fight made him less like him, gave him more assurance that he wouldn't follow his older brother's fate.

Sighing, he finished the song with a thrill and set his precious guitar securely next to his bed. The Titans were a family, he thought, as he flopped down on the bed. A family that had accepted him and made him feel a part of it. It would all crash down around him though, if they found out where he came from, who his family had been. So he wouldn't tell them, he decided. After all, they didn't have to know, he rationed. The Titans were all he had now, with no family to call his own.

His older brother, Grant, dead.

His older sister, Rose, missing.

His mother, Adeline, a detective who had started to skirt around her morals.

And his father, the great Deathstroke, a mercenary, and assassin.

He bent sideways and pulled out a picture, hidden in the inside of his guitar. He moved his fingers haltingly over each of the five people pictured on the photo. First, a small, 7 year-old boy with short, blonde, slightly curly hair, and bright green eyes smiling brightly at the camera. A tall 14-year old boy with brown hair, overgrown, bangs falling on his face, and brown eyes, flashing a conceited smile as he held two fingers, bunny-style behind an annoyed 11-year old girl, with long, similar, brown-hair, though streaked with white, and disconcerting green and brown eyes. An older-looking woman, early 30's, chuckling at the sight as she shook her short curly chestnut hair and her brown eyes sparkling. Lastly, Jericho focused on the man whose hand she was clasping, also in his early 30's, standing tall and proud. Though serious looking, you could see a spark of kindness in those stern bright green eyes and could see the faint signs of aging as his bright blonde hair seemed to be bleaching prematurely to white. Jericho felt a tear slip down his eyes and quickly brushed it away. He gently put the picture back inside his guitar and laid down on his side, on the bed. Taking a deep breathe, he focused on the future and even out his breathing. At least he's most likely gone and won't be able to come in to his lie again, he thought, feeling slightly guilty at the thought as he closed his eyes and let sleep take over him. After all, tough he may have been the best, in his line of work, and early death was all but guaranteed.

Hey everyone! MythologyBookworm here with my third fanfic starring Teen Titan Jericho and his relationship with his father Slade and his family. Though I didn't know who he was or his backstory when he came out in the Teen Titans cartoon, when I found out his backstory I got really upset that they hadn't focused more on him, I mean wouldn't have been a great sixth season and we would've probably have seen Robin at his absolute limit! I don't know much about his personality though so please keep a close eye on how I write him and Kole and let me know if I somehow deviate from his canon one pretty please! With that said all my readers please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Also for those of you tunining into my fanfics for the first time, please read my other two fanfics, A World of Darkness, a Heart of Light, a Batman/Wonderwoman Justice League fanfic, and Lying With the Enemy, a Red Arrow/Cheshire Young Justice verse fanfic. This is Mthology Bookworm signing out and reminding my fellow otakus to please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Ja ne!