[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story]
Jericho, now Joseph once again, walked through the bustle of the dancing crowd. Joseph for once decided to finally take a break from all the hero-ing, he was just so sick of the other Titans' monochrome way of thinking. Joseph, if you couldn't guess, is the least monochrome Titan to ever join. To him, there was both light and dark in everyone despite whether they were hero or villain. It made him want to stand up and sock Robin straight in the face when he said things like 'scum-bag criminals' or 'worthless no goods'. Robin had no idea what they were going through! He'd met many villains in his life, of course while under his alias. Almost all of them had reason for what they did, they were poor and would be left homeless if they didn't steal, they hurt people who'd hurt others and honestly deserved it to teach them their place, or they caused chaos for the pure fact that they couldn't afford anymore of their much needed medication.
Another fun fact about Jericho, he was not two but three. Jericho had met many good friends of his under the alias of 'Crowe', a male villain often mistaken for female who ventured into the city looking for nothing but trouble wherever he went.
He always donned either a white domino mask or a small seventeenth century plague doctor mask just big enough to hide his face. His fluffy blonde hair was ruffled and matted intentionally and he littered it with dead or black colored flowers to deter any seeking Titans looking for Jericho. He wore a white sleeveless dress the size of his tunic that covered his neck and white leggings paired with white boots, purposefully becoming a living metaphor that light and dark are not to be judged right away. He wore long fingerless white gloves that went to his upper arms, and a black anarchist symbol on his chest if not to simply piss off Robin when he spotted him. He rarely removed his mask, and when he did he was even more unrecognizable. He wore a white skin paler, making him look almost ghostly. He wore ominous looking black lipstick and black eyeliner, granting him an even girlier appearance.
As Crowe, Joseph could do and be whatever he wanted. He was almost better than Robin when it came to his hand-to-hand combat skill, so instead of using his normal powers and giving away his identity he could easily escape any and all authority using his bo staff and natural skill, even the Titans. He'd made a name for himself in the villain world, albeit a not very known one. He never stole anything though, he always returned whatever he did. He simply craved the thrill, the escape from hero life. He'd found much better friends among the villains either way.
Johnny Rancid was a close friend of his, though he was completely convinced Crowe was female at first. Punk Rocket was also close to him, he felt pity more than anything for the schizophrenic rocker. He was friendly with most of the HIVE as well, Jinx especially.
Once he ventured into Gotham to piss of the boy blunder and by the time he made it home Harley Quinn was completely convinced Crowe was her apprentice. Joseph didn't really mind all that much though, she was a sweet woman as long as she wasn't near the Joker. Joseph had given up on his own mother a long time ago, and Harley was more of a mother than he could ask for. He quickly made nice with villains that would usually blast him to pieces in his hero form.
Kitten had grown into seeking him out as a natural habit when she had trouble deciding what to where to certain events with Fang, she was actually a nice person when she wanted to be and the gossip she shared wasn't too bad either. Cheshire religiously came to him when she had trouble with her unruly hair, and she often gave him a special japanese dish to try when he came over. Blackfire found him all around hilarious because as long as he wasn't in Titan uniform, he could say all the terrible salty things he thought about the Titans out loud. Red X often followed him around on his late night roof hoppings simply to hear him rant about Robin.
Overall, Joseph had a better life when he was playing the neutral bad guy. His friends, albeit a little strange, were all always there for him. Joseph usually only became Crowe when he really needed to blow off some steam, but there were times when he just wanted to have some fun without birdbrain watching his every move.
Crowe weaved his way through the mostly drunk crowd searching for the bathrooms. Person after person bumped into him and shoved him around, which he didn't mind all that much. After all, while Jericho couldn't act out in public Crowe could easily shove them back and spit out some insulting words at them. Which he took full advantage of the whole way to the bathrooms. Crowe reveled in the amount of people, mainly guys, staring at him as he walked past. Around here he had a reputation, one that mostly said 'look but don't touch or he'll punch you so hard your grandkids are gonna hurt'. Crowe was the human incarnate of trouble.
Meanwhile in the men's bathrooms Kyd Wykkyd, or Elliot Knight, was having a meltdown. See-more had dragged Elliot to the club because he was determined to get his friend out of this school girl crush funk he's been in. He just needed him to talk to one guy and he'd be fine. Elliot had even dressed up a little. His cowl was gone obviously, his ragged black hair in a loose ponytail as always. He wore a black leather jacket with spiked studding the shoulder and a T-shirt with the punisher symbol printed on it. He wore black skinny jeans with a pair of black combat boots that went to his mid-calf and was covered in spikes and buckles. His pointed ears were lined with his favorite piercings, three on each ear and a gauge. His pentagon tattoo just barely peeked out of the sleeve of his jacket, he looked like the person that would start a fight with someone three times his size in an alley. Which he very gladly would and would probably win anyway.
While Elliot glared angrily into the mirror of the bathroom he silently cursed his friend for dragging him to such a stupid place. What moron would find him attractive anyway? He has the personality of a deceased goldfish and he despised his own looks, so what was the point? Either way, Seymour wouldn't let him leave until he at least talked to someone. He rolled his eyes and barely registered when someone else walked into the bathroom and over to the mirror beside his own.
"Hey~! I don't think I've ah...seen you around before." Purred an extremely alluring voice from next to the demon boy. He finally looked over and his first thought wasn't exactly all that innocent. Just...wow. The boy next to him looked...really good. The stranger was also not so inconspicuously checking Elliot out. His eyes slowly going down Elliot's whole body, practically undressing the confused boy with his eyes. But why was he talking to him? At first Elliot looked behind him to make sure he really was being spoken to and was still in disbelief when the other giggled cutely at his reaction.
"Yes you silly. For someone who looks so mean and tough you sure are shy, hm?" Came the much smaller boy coyly as he leaned over and slowly traced his hand up and down Elliot's arm while playing with the collar of his leather jacket. Elliot honestly didn't know whether he should be scared or still attracted, but that look the other boy was giving him…
"Wow...that jacket of yours really doesn't do what's underneath a whole lot of justice does it? Maybe...you might want to take it off." Purred the other boy, more or less feeling up the taller ones chest as he leaned in extremely close - practically whispering into his ear. Elliot couldn't suppress the violent shiver that ran through his body as he felt his blush slowly travel throughout his face. When the other started slowly kissing his neck is when he knew he was done for.
Crowe slowly and more than sensually started openly kissing Elliot's pale neck while smirking at the quiet noises he was eliciting from the other boy. He giggled at the drawn out purr that came from the demon soon after, nipping his neck quickly which earned him a jolt of surprise before he pulled away. Crowe bit his lip and grinned widely at the trail of black lipstick stains he had left on the now wobbly legged stranger. He quickly pulled out a small rip of paper with a ten digit number on it before signing the universal 'call me' symbol and sashaying his way back into the club's loud music, ready to take the party on by storm yet again.
Elliot stood there dumbfounded, blushing heavily and rubbing up and down his still tingly neck.
"What...what just happened…?" He said to himself as he looked down at the number he was given confusedly. Maybe he'd finally get over Jericho after all.
[request...and kindly don't hate me for Crowe…]