[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. WARNING: very bad language in this one. Also, I watched Repo! The Genetic Opera for the first time last night. And then this happened. Repo! Jerikyd AU? Enjoy?]

Joseph walked slowly and cautiously down the alleyway, subconsciously holding his breath to escape the vile stench that was a mix of a dead rat's musk and one thousand drug addicts' breath. He tried not to look anywhere but in front of him, god knows that if anyone recognized him he'd be jumped. He clenched his fingers around his beaten down satchel one last time before subtly continuing his march down the alleyway of 'Zydrate Addict Support Meetings'.

It was always freezing to come down this alleyway, even though it should've been protected from the outside weather up top. Maybe it wasn't even the weather doing this to him, maybe it was just that sinking feeling of 'I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here, I need to run away' that always came with visiting his oh-so-busy friend.

For once maybe Joseph should've listened to his father, he was freezing with his bare shoulders against the ghostly hand of the cold. Joseph's messy blonde hair was lined with dying streaks of faded purple and pastel green, too in a hurry to sneak out to really grab a brush. His velvety black choker provided no escape from the chill, the silver cross hanging from it seeming to mock him by absorbing the cold and relaying it back onto the skin of his collarbone. Joseph wore a tight fitting black sleeveless shirt with a ruffled white sleeveless undershirt beneath, his tight black skinny jeans and tall combat boots also making the weather feel worse. His wallet chain and much too large silver belt jangled against each other, his belt half way falling from his waist. Not even his arms were free of the cold, wearing his fingerless laced up black gloves.

Joseph was almost ready to give up on his search for his strange, misbegotten friend when suddenly he felt a rubber gloved hand grasp his bare shoulder. He whipped around, eyes already brimming with tears and mouth screaming bloody murder at a pitch only a dog could hear. This was it, a Repo Man had finally come for his heart and eyes. He clenched his eyes shut as he continued screaming and thrashing away from the impending figure before another gloved hand clamped over his mouth and snapped a harsh 'shut the fuck up'. Joseph opened his eyes slowly, not really wanting to stare into that blank, cold face he'd seen finish off others so nonchalantly.

And then a bloody nosed, yowling Elliot was sent flying backwards onto the cold, slimy floor by the force of Joseph's punching him straight in the face.

"You asshole! Don't scare me like that, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" yelled Joseph with his fists still clenched. Elliot got up slowly, groaning in pain as he pinched his nose in an attempt to halt the bleeding.

"I wasn't trying to scare you, geez! Ugh, I think you broke my nose - again. You really need to learn better social skills Princey." Elliot said, still cocky as ever even with a possibly broken nose.

"Why are you even wearing those dumb gloves anyway? Finally convinced my previous statement about Kori Sweet having rabies is correct?" Joseph said, irritably at first but ending with a playful smirk.

"Okay first of all, Kori Sweet is rich. And powerful. And obviously does not have rabies. Second of all, We. Are not. A thing. I don't care that she goes around telling everyone I'm wrapped around her sausage finger, she's mean and nothing but a cruel, cold hearted bitch. Not my type." Elliot said snappily.

"And the gloves are for the rotting corpses I just had a little trade with. Just because I'm a graverobber does not mean I'm some filthy, disease ridden slob." Elliot said, crinkling his nose in disgust at the last few words.

"So," Elliot continued as Joseph strugglingly hopped up to sit on top of a large crate.

"What are you here for beautiful? Finally given into my masterful ways of charm and decided to buy some Z? Or have you come simply for the pleasure of mocking and punching me for your own enjoyment?" Elliot said as he spun a Zydrate gun around his finger dangerously yet with the precision of someone years into the practice.

"Ha-ha. No. You're...really the only person I know who isn't completely insane or, well, dead. I...don't have anywhere else to go now that my mom's tomb is under lockdown from Geneco patrol. You're the closest thing I have to a friend." Joseph said somberly as Elliot stopped in place to feel a swell go through his heart.

"Friend? I'm...I'm really your friend kid?" Elliot asked earnestly with wide eyes as Joseph continued eyeing the ground and swinging his feet. Elliot was indeed a graverobber. No family, no real friends.

"Of course you are. You've been kinder to me than anyone else I've ever met. You saved me from the Repo alarm when they came after Kori even though it could've meant your getting caught. Of course you're my friend Elliot." Joseph said with a soft smile.

Elliot chuckled softly as he hopped to sit next to his small friend on the crate with ease, swinging his tattoo ridden arm around Joey's shoulders playfully. He hadn't expected Joey to lean into him like that, but Elliot was okay with it. Joey wrapped one of his small, pale arms around Elliot's waist and buried his face into the graverobber's chest with a quiet murmur that sounded something like 'why are you so freakishly warm'.

A dirty, gritty, Zydrate black market alley wasn't the ideal place for the infamous graverobber Kyd Wykkyd to realize he'd come down with the biggest, most terrible crush of his life, but sometimes things just happen that way. Times like these were more precious to Elliot than all the Zydrate in the world. Times where he could just close his eyes and know that someone had his back, where he could pretend that he lived in a different, less abusive world. Times didn't come around often, but when they did, Elliot held on.

[Sorry if it's kinda lame, but I've been obsessed with everything about Repo lately, and am planning on watching Devil's Carnival later today. DO NOT WATCH REPO IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH. I know a lot of people will listen to songs or watch movies mentioned in stories on fanfic but while repo is an AMAZING MUSICAL, it's also A HORROR MOVIE. DO NOT WATCH IF YOU AREN'T INTO THAT KINDA STUFF. It does have an amazing plot besides the killing though!]