So, I recently discovered Teen Titans, but I've only seen the first few episodes. My bff let me borrow the first season, but I haven't had the time to watch all of them yet. (Boo, no time.) So, if anything here doesn't fit in with the later episodes (my bff tells me there's, like, five seasons!), I apologize.

Prologue

A green haired boy wandered through the night, kicking irritably at stray stones that happened to cross his path. He looked over his shoulder; scowling at the large 'T' shaped building that stood proudly in the bay. The boy was Beast Boy, a member of Jump City's own super hero team, the Teen Titans. The structure that guarded the bay was his home, often called Titans Tower by the locals in the lore they spun for curious tourists. The leader of the team, a black haired boy called Robin by everyone who knew him, had sent Beast Boy out into the night to cool off after a particularly nasty quarrel the two had had. At the memory of being sent out of the tower like a child to his room, Beast Boy sent another stone flying across the sidewalk. "Don't come back 'til you've calmed down," Robin had ordered, wary of the angered changeling.

"Maybe I won't come back at all," he'd shouted in retort, storming out of the room before any of the others could react. He hadn't cooled down enough to feel bad about that yet, but he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that after a few more circuits around the city he'd feel differently. He sighed loudly, running gloved fingers through his short green hair. It was normally gelled up into short spikes, but the humidity had made him sweat most of the gel out, and, besides, he'd already showered that night, washing most of it out in the process anyway. He swiped the palm of his glove across his forehead, disgusted when it came back damp.

He wondered vaguely how the team would take it if he didn't return. Starfire, the red haired alien girl, was easily the most emotional, and probably would be sad he had left them, and possibly angry that Robin had chased him away. On second thought, the anger at Robin, if there was any, would be short-lived and not very strong, and thus not worth noting. Maybe she'd make more of that sick toenail-flavored "Pudding of Sadness." He wrinkled his nose at the memory. Well, even if she did, he wouldn't have to eat it this time around. Cyborg, his half-metal best friend, would definitely be angry at Robin, and would probably look for him. Cyborg himself had been chased away by Robin before, something that he'd probably remind the young leader of often. That made him smile, the knowledge that he would be missed and possibly avenged through a mean-spirited prank or two. Raven, however, creepy jerk that she was, probably wouldn't even notice, only tearing her purple eyes away from her nasty old books for an infrequent comment like, "It's quiet."

He scowled again, this time kicking a crumpled newspaper. "Jerks," he muttered irately. "Serve 'em right if I didn't-" He paused in mid-sentence. Someone close by, probably in the alley ahead, was sobbing, albeit quietly. He almost hadn't caught it, even with his sensitive ears. As he drew closer, curious, he heard the voice of a sad girl, arguing futilely with someone.

"But…" she whispered, "I don't want to. Please, don't make me do this. Not again." Beast Boy's pace quickened; he was conditioned to automatically help out the civilians, and the prospect of meeting up with someone dangerous in a dark alley held none of the potency for him it did for the average teenager. "He seems like a decent person; why him?" He rounded the corner, pausing at the gaping mouth of the alley, peering into the darkness. He saw no one… no, wait. The dainty silhouette of a teenaged girl was perched atop a trashcan lid, her legs crossed femininely at the ankle.

"Hey, there," he called pensively. He wasn't sure if she was the victim or the assailant, and didn't want to go helping the wrong side. She sniffled in response, and he drew closer, less wary.

"Hello," she answered quietly, her voice shaking as though on the verge of tears. "Can…can you help me?" Her arms were crossed over her chest, as though she were shielding herself from the cold, even though the summer night was hot. Her right hand clutched a handkerchief, something incredibly uncommon. Drawing closer still, he reached out and put a cautious hand on her shoulder.

"I can try," he said, not wanting to make a rash promise. She bit her lip, raising her brown eyes to glance into his. She sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, as though to steady her voice. He noted, somewhere in the back of his mind, that her breath smelled like strawberry-flavored bubblegum, not uncommon for a teenager, he supposed.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes welling up with tears that made her voice crack, the steadying breath apparently ineffective. He nodded. There was no way he was just going to leave her here, helpless, for some sicko to find. She slid off the trashcan, landing unsteadily on her feet. He caught her shoulders, helping her stay upright.

"Are you hurt?" he asked nervously, hoping she hadn't been attacked before he had gotten there. His eyes darted around quickly, checking the dirty alley for anything more menacing than the litter that inhabited it. She shook her head, not looking him in the eye. In a sudden movement, her shoulders tensed beneath his hands and she pinned him against the wall. "What're you- mnn!" The handkerchief that had piqued his interest before was pressed with surprising strength against his face, and the smell of chloroform plagued his senses and coated his tongue. His eyes went wide for a second, but drooped shut as the drug took effect. With a final groan of weakness, he collapsed, unconscious, into his attacker's waiting arms.

As the brown-eyed girl began to walk away, carrying her quarry as a firefighter would a child he had rescued from the flames, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans... yet.

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