New and Improved! I went back and checked my work; the grammar mistakes horrifid me. Now, it's all corrected. And...I'm updating again! Exspect chapter two real soon...

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We are no longer the Teen Titans. We haven't been teen's in years. We haven't seen each other in years. Beastboy left and chased after a 'Terra' that no longer wanted to be Terra. Cyborg joined Titans East not soon afterwards, causing Robin and Starfire to go along on their own.

I stayed at an empty tower.

Walking through the forgotten halls, ghosts of memories greeted me. For awhile it was comforting, almost as if they never left the tower, as if they never forgot about me. Then it soon became a nightmare and I too, then, left. From the shores of the city, the tower stood as a blunt reminder of the city's past and its beloved heroes. Some are so fooled that the good shall be there forever as a beacon for what is right. But in truth, how long is forever?

The streets of our city are abandoned, the sidewalk gouged with cracks and crevices, and covered in a hard icy layer of snow, litter, and dirt. Stale air flows in and out of my lungs, it is putrid with the smell of crime, convicts, drugs, and prostitutes.

As the Teen Titans, we never came to the West-side of town; it has always been the black heart of crime in Jump city—sucking the feeble minded youth into gangs, substances, and murder. Robin would always vanish at night to patrol this area alone; it's where he found several of Deathstroke's layers, one at where a battle was fought that lead to the overdue termination of the Teen Titans.

I come here often. With no need for friends, and for having no friends, I spend most time in my mind. It is safe there, no more betrayals or shatter hearts. But my mind is also loneliness now with its lack of human emotion. I long for the ever-so-present array of feelings that come with human behavior. I want to feel the slightest notion of feeling, Rage is still deep within me, but I would not expose myself to such a level that would possibly risk her stirring. Walking these decrepit streets help me fill that need, and Bravery likes it when I "beat the bad guys".

Desperation, Anxiety, Vulnerability, andPower coming from the nearest alley; someone is being mugged. I can feel it, and then hear it when I get closer.

The man being mugged is homeless; the only thing he has to offer the men is a few coins short of a dollar and the clothes off his back. There are six of them, each one armed: a knife, baseball bat, club, section chain link, steel poll, and fierce barking dog. Its takes them a few seconds, but they soon realize that I am halfway down the alley, only fifteen feet away.

Their first reaction is to whistle and throw cat calls down the alley like I'm another prostitute. I'm still wearing my old leotard costume. After awhile they give up and become angry. The homeless man is forgotten; I am their new target.

The battle starts off and all is well for the first few minutes. The cold blade of a knife sinks its teeth into my right calf. Pain is instant. I bite my lip and proceed in throwing the wielder into the wall. The other four were clawing at the garbage can that pinned them to the back wall of an art studio.

Where is the sixth one?

Who is that man on the roof?

Why do I recognize him?

The blue bird across his chest…

It's—

The sixth man comes up from behind with his baseball bat.

Whack!

Raven woke up startled. My heart felt like it was being squeezed when my father kicked him on his way to comfort her.

Why can't heros give up? Why can't I stop being such a villain?