A/N:Welcome to my new story! :D Ive decided to write this and Forever Rebellious (my other project) at the same time, but believe me im working on them both ;3 lol

Disclaimer:I don't own the Teen Titans, Kitten, nor Jason Todd or Red X. I just own my OC Lori and this plot :3

Chapter 1

It was the sound of muffled voices and shouts above Jason's head that gave him the feeling that it was time to wake up and start the day. The eighteen year old decided he had better plans to do like getting a few more hours of needed sleep and began this by scratching his bare chest and rolling over into his stomach in a tangle mess of blankets.

The teen was living alone in an apartment flat in a five story building in one of the cheaper neighborhoods in Jump City. He had been staying there since he was sixteen and first showed up in the city. The landlord didn't care if it looked a bit strange for someone that age living on their own as long as the rent was paid on time and with Jason's alter ego as Red X, money wasn't a problem.

The curtains were drawn, shutting out the California sunlight and leaving the adolescent's bedroom dark and comfortable. Jason was finally drifting off to sleep again when more distant shouts of an argument sounded through the ceiling from the apartment above him. While still laying there with his eyes closed, he let out an annoyed groan and inched closer to his nightstand. The teen opened his eyes then forced the old wooden drawer open and pulled out the gun he kept there and made sure it was loaded. Kicking off the blankets, he now rolled onto his back again, laying there spread eagle on his king size bed, he aimed the gun at the ceiling. Jason clicked the safety off and fired a shot at the ceiling and shouted. "SHUT. UP!"

The gunfire had been obnoxiously loud but brief and the silence that followed was blissful enough for a content sigh to escape the delinquent's lips as he drifted off to dreamland.

(L.T.)

Lori's day wasn't going what you'd call great. It was only about ten minutes ago she was happily sleeping the morning away in her apartment flat. The sound off an angry old man—also known as her landlord—had been pounding on her door that gave her the unwanted wake up call. The rent was due and she had missed the date again.

"C'mon! I paid you on time when the rent was due last time!" the brunette argued.

"Nooo, you were paying three weeks after it was due!" the elderly landlord exclaimed. The man's gray hair looked almost white with the way his red face almost turning purple with anger as the argument continued. "Not to mention that it was double because you were paying for the rent before that too!"

Lori glared at him with her steel gray eyes and crossed her arms, her hip jutting out to the side stubbornly. She was beyond pissed off, having to stand there in her doorway in her pajamas to yell with a grouchy old guy and probably wake more neighbors. Neighbors. How she hated them so much sometimes. She wish this guy would just leave her the hell alone so she can go back to sleep before she had to work later.

The eighteen year old girl had been standing there for a bit, drowning out the colorful words her old-as-dirt landlord was throwing at her. The only thing that snapped her into focus was the sound of a gunshot from the apartment below hers.

The teen and elderly man stared at each other wide eyed when the sound following the shot was a muffled, "Shut. Up!"

"Fine!" she growled through gritted teeth after snapping out of it. "The damn rent will be paid on time. Happy?"

"I will be when I see the damn cash you owe me," the man grumbled to himself as he began hobbling his way down the hall.

Lori shut her door shut and leaned back against it with a tired sigh. After taking a moment to relax she made her way to her black sofa and flopped down on it with sleep being the main objective in her mind.

(L.T.)

The next time Jason woke up it was on his own instead of bothersome neighbors. Amazingly nobody had bothered to call the police from that gunshot earlier which put the black haired teen in a good mood. He glanced at his lit up alarm clock in the dark and broke into a grin. It was much later into the evening and Jump's nightlife would be starting soon.

The nineteen year old wrenched the tangle of blankets off of himself and made his way to the bathroom down the hall. Not long after was he clad in a tight black short sleeved shirt, dark blue boot cut jeans and combat boots. Running a hand through his damp hair, he grabbed his black jacket off the side of the couch on his way to the apartment's front door.

"It's party time," he chuckled to himself, swinging his keys by their ring on his way to his motorcycle parked outside the building.

(L.T.)

Hearing her home phone ring, Lori sat up off the couch and grabbed the appliance off the side table on her left. "Hey," she mumbled groggily into the phone after glancing at the caller ID.

"Wake up, bitch. It's time to hit the clubs," Kitten's voice told her kindly and hung up. Lori stood up and stretched.

"Guess it's time to party," she shrugged and started getting ready.

A/N: So...what'd you think for a first chapter? :3 Reviews are welcome! No flame please.