Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Teen Titans.

I had this idea while on Thanksgiving Break, it just took me a while to get it up.

Chapter 1

The sun had risen long ago, but he was still lying down. Normally, he would be awake before sunrise so that he could see the wondrous scenery, but something had happened to prevent him from going anywhere. Unbeknownst to him and his friends, there had been a breakin at the tower. All he knew was that when he had entered his room, his head hurt and then everything went black.

He was still unconscious, lying on the cold, stone floor of some room. The room was a complete block, no way out. There was a single window about the size of his head through which he could peek, but he hadn't quite gotten up yet, so that was wasted. This room had no air conditioning, and already his black hair was plastered to his head in sweat as he lay there. His masked eyes were closed, but his face told how uncomfotrable he was.

He stirred and moaned, looking around to take everything in for a moment. His cape was glued to his sides as well and he unconsciously squirmed at this uncomfortable position. Rising, he whipped his head around, wondering where in the world he was. Spotting the window, he pushed himself up off the ground to look through it.

On the other side of the window was a girl about his age. No, she was not a new face either, he realized when he saw the familiar blue cloak that was stretched out behind the girl's head. Her purple hair was also glistening, though her face was a mask of calm, as it always was. Since her eyes were closed, the boy couldn't see those deep pools of violet that he saw every day. The black leotard was also a dead giveaway, with the golden belt hanging loosely at her side and her dark blue boots that ascended up just above her ankles.

He didn't have to wait long for her to wake up. Soon, he saw her rising from the floor with a deep scowl as she took everything in. He noted with dismay that there was no window on her side, so the others were not here. Fine, he could deal with that. All they needed to do was escape and they could forget this ever happened. He smiled slightly, realizing that he didn't know the time. For all he knew, they didn't even know that the two of them were gone yet.

Reaching into one of the pockets of his belt, he pulled out a birdarang. With precise aim, he threw it directly at a crack in the wall, but it never made it there. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, he picked up the fallen gadget and studied it for a moment. Was it defective? He tried another one. The same thing happened. Fine. He'd just have to see for himself what was going on. Pulling his arm back, he threw a mighty punch towards the inch-wide crack, thinking that maybe he could widen it himself. Before his hand ever reached the wall, though, a sudden electrical shock sent him flying backwards.

Scowling, he rubbed his shoulder, trying to relieve it of the pain when he heard her voice say, "I wouldn't try that if I were you." He knew who it was without turning around for two reasons. One, there was no one else here that he knew of, and two, the voice was sarcastic and witty, as it always was, and easy to recognize.

Turning, he saw that she had phased through the wall and was now standing beside him. "All right. I don't see you trying to find a way out of here," he retorted.

She rolled her eyes and replied, "You don't think I already tried? I can't get through the barriers, not even as my soul self. We're stuck here. Whoever built this place sure knows how to keep us in." As she spoke, she allowed her tone of voice a little bit more emotion. Ever since her encounter with her father, she was slowly coming out of her shell, for she could feel more often now.

He shook his head, unbelieving. "There's always a way out of everything."

She blew out her breath in frustration, obviously a bit annoyed at his persistance and optimism. "No, there's not. You can't hope for something that's not there. I'd say our best bet is to wait and see if our captor will reveal himself or not. You never know."

Running a hand through his soaked hair, he leaned against the wall she had just phased through. It seemed to be the only wall without any barriers on it. "So you're saying we should just sit here and do nothing?"

Her eyes flashed for a moment, but they returned to normal. She was quite skilled at masking her emotions, even more so than he was. "No, I'm saying that we should take our only other option. If you really have to do something, why don't you try punching through the wall again? I'm sure that could keep you busy for hours on end, unless you kill yourself first."

Glowering, he sank down to the floor and leaned back farther, saying, "I get it. It's just that, well, I don't like not knowing what's going on or who I'm up against."

She sat down beside him. "Relax. I'm sure this'll all make sense... Sooner or later."

Just then, the two of them heard footsteps approaching from an unknown hallway. Not knowing who, what, or where the sounds came from, the two of them stood up, both assuming fighting positions as the person came closer.

A familiar voice called out to them, "Great. You're awake. I thought for sure you'd be out for at least a few more hours. Guess I didn't hit you hard enough."

His eyes widened in recognition. He didn't expect HIM to be behind this, of all people. Slade, maybe, but not HIM. Curiosity got the best of his mind, but he chose not to show it. Instead, he leaned back against the wall once more and crossed his arms, a look of anger crossing his face. "What do you want? Why'd you kidnap us? I thought you weren't into the big villain world."

A chuckle eminated from the wall beside him and a secret door opened, bringing with it a dark figure. Her eyes widened as well when she figured out who this was. "Um...?"

The caped figure laughed even harder, his voice distorted by a device in his mask. The platform finally stopped and he turned to face the two heroes. Red X.