[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. Have some more Repo! At the Genetic Opera AU? I know it doesn't really make any sense but here: Shilo/Jericho, Adeline/Marni, Slade/Nathan, Kyd Wykkyd/Graverobber, Brother Blood/Rotti, Billy Numerous/Pavi, Private HIVE/Luigi, Blackfire/Amber, Harley Quinn/Blind Mag. Eh? Just take it. ALso thank XxPhoenix FlightxX for some of the ideas!]

[EDIT: Phoenix just pointed out there were no line breaks (which i THOUGHT I put in but apparently not) so I fixed them, this should actually be readable now!]

Joseph stared up at a huge picture hanging on the wall of the crypt he was sitting in in an almost menacing way. Adeline. Adeline Wilson. Joseph barely knew anything about his mother, and yet he resented her with all the fire a teenage prisoner could have. She was the reason the only way he could see the outside world was by sneaking into an abandoned crypt. What was she like? He often wondered to himself. Was she as 'reckless' and 'dangerous' as father said Joseph was? Joseph's glaring softened a bit as he brought his knees to his chest, he hated this feeling of...pettiness.

That's when he heard a small buzzing noise...a glowing scorpion. He'd never seen anything like it, and thinking back he wished he'd never spotted the bug. That bug led to his meeting the boy who'd essentially ruin and free his life. A graverobber by the name of Kyd Wykkyd who seemed to have an affinity for screaming in the middle of heavily guarded cemeteries where you would be shot on sight. That foolish, self absorbed, dirty idiot would lead to both Joseph's most striking hour of grief and his first taste of real freedom.

Would he change a thing about that night? About chasing the bug and finding the graverobber? Even about being caught up close by Repo Men? Not for the world would he dare.

"Shut the fuck up!" Joseph whisper yelled at the graverobber next to him. He had no idea who this idiot was, and he didn't care. Now, because this 'Kyd Wykkyd' had said he was better at thieving when he sang, Joseph and he were both hidden behind a group of tombstones.

Joseph watched in half disgust, half amazement as the menacing syringe Kyd inserted into a dead man's body drew out a strange glowing blue liquid. Joseph shook his head from his stupor, once again biting his nails and muttering quietly to himself things like 'why me? Why did I have to meet you of all people? I'm going to die here because of you and I'm never going to see father again and dear god why the hell are you putting that thing in that corpse's nostril?'.

Kyd's low humming soon became low singing as Joseph clenched his fingers in a vice grip on the uncomfortable surface of the tombstone, watching an alert guard pass them without questioning Kyd's singing thank god. Kyd continued, only lightly increasing in volume to ignore the robotic warning about Zydrate coming from some unknown speaker.

Joseph whipped around to glare and lowly hiss another 'shut up you idiot!' only to hear Kyd continue, even louder this time to piss off his newfound accomplice.

"You...can finance your bones...and your kindeys~. For every market a submarket grows~...but best you be punctual with making your payments...Lest it be you on the concrete below~." Kyd sang lowly, smirking at the sight of Joseph obviously fighting the shivers going down his spine as Kyd sang 'below'.

"It's quick...it's clean...it's pure. It could change your life, rest assured~! It's the 21st Century cure~!" Kyd continued, finally filling up his stark syringe. He gave Joseph a devious look before getting up on his feet, but still crouching, ready to stand up.

Joseph shook his head feverently, having a terrible idea of what he was about to do. Joseph realized that there were some idiots in the world who really would sacrifice their life for their pride, but no one was this stupid!...right?

"And it's my job...to steal and rob~..." Kyd continued at a near whisper, leaning over so that Joseph could hear perfectly. Joseph barely had time to mouth a quick 'don't you dare-!' before Kyd sprung up to stand at full height and take in a huge breath.

"GRAVES~!" Kyd howled into the night air with guttural force as Joseph quickly panicked and felt tears prick his eyes as the door to the crypt shut tight.

Almost immediately, menacing lights and booming microphoned voices were on the two graverobbers. Joseph breath started heaving as he gasped for air, he had no medication with him, no way to get home. Kyd saw this and quickly scooped him up muttering a quiet 'C'mon kid' before hiding them both in some large area filled with bodies.

Joseph resisted his urge to puke and instead gagged and hid his eyes in the jacket of the graverobber, that is until two large arms scooped him away and back into the claws of the Repo.

Joseph coughed harshly, slowly waking up from his stupor condition. Before he could even register what was happening the booming voice of his father fully awoken him.

"Joseph, you're alright! Well, of course you're alright I mean I am a doctor…" Slade Wilson mumbled under his breath as he read off various labels of countless pills.

"Dad...What...happened…?" Joseph said weakly, finally recalling the crypt, the bodies, the charming graverobber that had attempted to save him.

"You passed out, dammit Joseph! How many times have I told you to take your medicine?" Slade chided condescendingly, not noticing Joseph's rolling eyes.

"I didn't dream this up Dad! I saw it! I saw...I saw bodies, and the Repo, and-!" hurried the still startled boy, not paying his now rapidly beating heart monitor any attention at all.

"Joseph really, that's ridiculous! Just...Just drop it. I have work I need to attend to, please just...take your medicine Joey." Slade said sharply as he got up and walked out of the stark room, locking the boy in quickly.

Joseph rolled his eyes before groaning and laying back down on his white bed. He resisted the urge to flip the door his father had just left him from off. He hadn't imagined this...had he? Maybe this was yet another lucky surprise he got from dear old mother. He sat up sharply and glared at the picture of the late woman, amazed he hadn't already ripped it to shreds or thrown something at it. God he just...he hated her! He hated his father! Why did he have to pay for his mother's faulty DNA…?

Joseph ignored the subtle pain in his shoulder where Kyd Wykkyd had yanked him into a dark, impending alleyway with posters that said 'Zydrate Support Meetings' plastered everywhere. Why did the graverobber save him from the claws of Brother Blood and his spawn at the fair?

The arrogant drug dealer strode around the vicinity, waving around a glowing vial of Zydrate and gathering hungry addicts like dogs around him. Joseph decided to just lean on a wall and watch from a distance, hoping to be left alone until he started for home. No such luck, of course.

Kyd Wykkyd made his way over to where Joseph was, leaning on his arm which was stretched across the wall and essentially trapping Joseph where he was.

"So," the dealer began, "Is there a reason a pretty little thing like you decided it was a good idea to go anywhere with a nasty thing like Brother Blood? What on Earth were you thinking hanging around someone like that?" to which the dealer received stubborn silence and a cross-armed, glaring Joseph. Kyd rolled his eyes at the other's somewhat girly behavior before hearing the voice of true malice.

"Graverobber! Graverobber! Where are you?" Yelled the high pitched voice of Kori Sweet, or as Kyd Wykkyd knew her, Blackfire.

"Hide." Demanded Kyd sharply. If Blackfire found out Kyd was affiliated with Joseph in anyway, his Zydrate business was over. Not to mention some humane part of his cold, dead heart kind of liked the boy and found him a little cute. Therefore he did not want Joseph to die.

"Where?" Joseph hissed quietly as Kyd furrowed his eyebrows in frustration.

Kyd hurriedly picked Joseph tiny frame up above the ground by his waist and dropped him in an empty dumpster before closing the lid and sitting cross legged on it, ensuring Joseph won't escape and get himself caught.

"Why hello Miss Sweet, how may I help you this fine evening? I'm very busy don't you know, ah...A little bird just begging for some of me!" Kyd rushed, trying to distract Kori from the banging against the dumpster door Joseph was doing. It took barely fifteen minutes for Kyd to hurriedly slip Kori some of the Zydrate before shooing her away and hopping off the dumpster. The dark lid burst open, banging against the brick wall as a more than indignant and slightly vile smelling Joseph climbed out of the rotting cart angrily.

"How dare you, ugh no wonder you always smell so terrible! And, quick question, why are you so adamant on constantly picking me up and dragging me places? As for what you told Blackfire about me," Joseph snapped disgusted.

"In. Your. Dreams." Joseph said pointedly, glaring daggers straight into the graverobbers ruby eyes.

"You...you selfish jerk! Ugh, I can't believe I actually thought you were cute…" the blonde muttered under his breath as he marched in the opposite direction of Kyd.

"W-wait! Where are you...where are you going love?" Kyd asked, earnestly disappointed he'd managed to screw things up again with the blonde. He ran to catch up to him, blocking his path and sighing at the familiar glaring expression the sick boy gave him.

"Look...if you're going to leave at least take this. And...let me help you home?" Kyd asked the boy sadly while handing him a magazine with Blind Mag on the cover. He hated to be the bearer of bad news, but someone had to do something about Mag's possible death and it sure as hell couldn't be a graverobber.

Joseph softened at how his words had affected the taller thief and delicately took the flimsy book from his hands, agreeing to let Kyd help him find his way home...for now.

"You're...You're my god-mother?" said Joseph awestruck, trying to distract himself from the floating figment of his late mother singing that was being broadcast from her eyes.

"But you're Blind Mag! How…? I…" Joseph blurted in response to the star's cryptic nodding.

"Harleen, actually. Harleen Quinzel. I am...like you. Caged, trapped. I knew your mother well, you look just like her…" The blonde woman trailed off in thought.

Joseph just shook his head in disbelief, silently begging the woman he'd worshipped for so long to just leave already. If Joseph's father found Ma-...Harleen here, then there would be plenty of trouble, mostly for Joseph.

Little did Joseph know that one little phrase would stick with him for the rest of his life, already he was beginning to subconsciously murmur it under his breath.

"Chase the morning...yield for nothing…" Adeline whispered amidst Joseph's thoughts.

Joseph shook his head of the haunting voice before attempting to reason with Harleen, knowing that if she stayed too long then his father would be very angry. He'd been getting away with sneaking out so far, but if father had any idea Joseph had step foot out of his bedroom there would be hell to pay.

But before Joseph could make a choice between darting to his bedroom and pushing his godmother outside, the eerie figure of his father was standing in the doorway. Slade stepped forward, a gruesome scowl on his face and simply muttered a dark "Mag."

"D...D-Dad…? You...You're…" Joseph uttered brokenly as he dropped the steel shovel he was holding up defensively, backing away slowly like his father would attack at any moment. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, everything he'd ever known his whole life was crumbling down along with what little trust he had in his father.

Slade lay on the hard, cold tile ground with blood slowly seeping from the head wound Joseph had given him. He stood up slowly, every muscle that moved sending pained shocks up and down his body making it harder to breathe. Slade finally made it to his legs, coughing up a little blood from his mouth before finishing Joseph's sentence for him.

"...A Repo Man." Slade finished for his terrified son. He could barely look at Joseph without choking up now. He knew that face, it'd haunted his dreams so many nights. When he had killed his beautiful wife Adeline, she'd given him a look of horror. She stared at him like a monster as tears pricked her emerald eyes and her hair became matted with her own blood. Even after seventeen years, it's so impossibly hard not to blame himself.

Slade looked up to his son one more time. Joseph was backed up against the wall, but all Slade could see was his poor, poor Adeline. Joseph had her hair, just shorter and blonde. He also had Adeline's emerald, tear pricked eyes and her horrified expression.

"Didn't I tell you...Didn't I tell you not to leave? Did I not tell you how cruel the world really was, Joseph?" Slade demanded as he leaned over to pick his surgical scalpel back up.

Joseph could barely muster a heart wrenching "you did" with blank, sterile eyes as his world fell apart, and possibly his sanity.

"Come on Joey, please just come home. Let's forget all of this, we can go back to how it was. Please, I was only trying to protect you." Slade said softly, reaching his hand out for his only son.

Joseph looked up and down slowly between the face of his father and the cruel silver glint of the yet to be stained scalpel. That was the moment where Joseph could hear his world shatter.

"Protect me…? Protect me?! This is how you would protect me? You...You're a monster! A demon! A...A killer! You kept me hidden away from the world, you told me it was evil when I was sitting there...being infected by your lies!" Joseph yelled furiously at his father, now clenching his fists as his eyes heated up with the unchained fury of someone trapped and lied to for their entire lives.

"I...I…" Joseph said, getting dizzier and watching the room reel and spin before closing his eyes and feeling warm, hot tears roll down his face as he shook his head in his own denial. He could practically feel his father inching towards him, could hear his words already. 'Stupid, ignorant child, look what you've done now, gone and gotten yourself into a coma, what would your mother think?'.

"I hate you!" Joseph screeched like a banshee at a startled Slade who pulled his hand back and took a step away out of surprise.

"I hate mother! I hate you! I hope you go and die you monster!" Joseph screamed at him before bolting out of the gray room and into a foreboding dark hallway, hoping to find Kyd.

Slade stood staring painfully at the spot his son was just a moment ago, before tightening his resolve for good. He grabbed his scalpel, forgot the helmet and whatever morality he had left. Tonight...blood would run, the streets would be painted with red. Brother Blood, Billy Numerous, Private HIVE, Blackfire, they would all pay at the opera tonight.

[Uh? I don't really think I did it justice but take it I guess. Reviews and requests are greatly appreciated!]