I've been on a childhood kick recently, so this is what became of my Teen Titans marathon.

The plot is slightly crossed with Maximum Ride as well as Hunger Games but not enough for the entire story to be categorized as such. Hope you like it

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Richard walked down the dark street, hunched against the cold. It was late, too late for a sixteen year old to be wandering the city. He wasn't a normal sixteen year old, though.

Bruce's voice buzzed gruffly in his ear. "Stumble around a bit. Look homeless."

He drew the frayed, oversized, standard issue jacket tighter around his body and made the stutter in his step more pronounced. "Better."

Jump City was quiet at night- very much unlike Gotham, Richard's home town. There he lived with Bruce Wayne, who was part of the Justice League of America, a secret intelligence agency. Though there were many more qualified agents, they were all too old to successfully infiltrate Richard's mark. They needed a kid.

Children had been disappearing from Jump City; it's been happening for years, underneath the authorities' noses. Research showed that at first it was street rats, later evolving into kids from the rougher neighborhoods. They purposefully took children that the local police couldn't be bothered to find. But it changed a few months ago, when a rich businessman's daughter, Kitten Moth, had disappeared. Being a friend of Bruce's and therefore aware that he held a "government" job, the businessman demanded that something be done.

Patterns began to show up.

So now Richard was wandering around Jump, pretending to be homeless and harmless. The perfect candidate for a kidnapping.

A figure barreled into him just as he turned the corner, knocking them both to the ground. At first glance, it appeared to be a boy, since her face was cast into shadow by a baseball cap. They were dressed very much the same, with the latter in all black. Richard began to apologize before she grabbed the front of his jacket and dragged him into a nearby alley with surprising strength. He struggled weakly, still trying to keep up the pretense of weakness.

"Wh- what are-" He was silenced by her lips pressed against his. He froze, taken utterly by surprise. His hands settled themselves on her waist on their own accord, which was frighteningly small under the bulk of the jacket. He dimly registered the multitude of footsteps as they pounded past the alley.

Abruptly she shoved him away. All he could do was stare at the mysterious girl. A few strands of deep red hair had escaped from under the cap, and a sliver of moonlight managed to catch the bright green of her eyes (there was something unnatural about how green they were). Despite the darkness and dirt smudged on her face, Richard knew she was quite possibly the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"Who-" he started, only to be interrupted again by a stern voice.

"If you wish not to be destroyed, you will leave me alone."

Then she was gone.

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