Beast Boy's POV:

Why did Arella have to give this stupid thing to me? I thought, as I paced back and forth in my room. It hasn't really done me any good, and now my friends are trapped in it.

I sighed; I knew exactly why she gave it to me.

Flashback:

It was only a week or so after we froze most of the super villains, and crime was at its lowest. I was playing video games in my room as usual and I was just about to defeat the final boss.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in my room. It was so intense that I had to cover my eyes and when the lights were gone black spots still danced across my line of vision. After I blinked a couple times I managed see the tall, regal looking women who had appeared in my room. She had a long, white dress on with a hood attached to it. The hood completely covered her face but long purple hair managed to sneak out of it.

Right away, I knew this was Raven's mother.

"Beast Boy?" She asked.

I nodded and stood, almost subconsciously. She removed her hood to reveal her surprisingly young face and deep violet eyes. Once again, I was reminded of Raven.

"You're… Arella. Right?" I asked. She nodded before handing me a sloppily wrapped package. I looked at her quizzically, before taking the package.

"Consider it a… early birthday present" She said quietly. Almost as if she's afraid of us, the beast couldn't help but add.

I unwrapped it slowly; unsure of what it could be, when the last of the wrapping paper finally came off. I looked at the mirror trying to find out how Arella had known.

I looked up at her, hoping that she was going to laugh and say that she was joking.

But she didn't.

"W-why did you…why do I need-"I stuttered.

"You know why, Garfield." I flinched when she said my real name, but continued to ask questions.

"How did you know? Is it really this bad that I have to-"I tried again.

"I've always known. I keep a close eye on my daughter and her friends. It was hard not to see your struggles. And yes, this mirror is your only option." She interrupted. She turned quickly and put her hood back on her head. "I wish that there is more I could do for you, but this is it. The rest is up to you, I assume you know what to do?"

I nodded, but then remembered that she couldn't see me. "Yes, I think I do"

"Then good luck." And with that, she vanished.

The only thing that showed she had been here was the mirror.

And the strong feeling of fear that wormed its way into my heart.

Raven's POV:

All of us automatically dropped, trying to make it harder for the bullets to hit us. Starfire screamed as the bullets continued to ricochet off of the alley walls and Brave, wincing in pain, covered his sensitive ears. After a few minutes we realized that, even though we could hear and see them, the bullets weren't doing any damage. We stood slowly, and watched the new memory that was unfolding before us.

Frightened by the gunshots, we had missed the sound of police sirens in the background, and as we watched, we saw that the police were the ones shooting at a small and frightened Beast Boy. He appeared to be no more than seven and in his small hands he carried a large sapphire. The young Beast Boy, seeing that he was not going to outrun the police, decided to dash down the alley instead and attempted to hide behind one of the dumpsters. The police car parked in the mouth of the alley, preventing Beast Boy from escaping. They shot their guns blindly into the alley and I nearly screamed when a bullet went through me, but I stopped myself when I realized that it did not harm me.

Seeing no other way to escape them, Beast Boy then shifted into a bird (the shift was much faster than the time before), grabbed the sapphire with his claws, and flew away. The police, not really being able to see what had happened due to the shadows, became confused and started to search the nearby buildings.

"We need to follow him." Brave whispered. I nodded, and swiftly created dark platforms under my friends' feet and flew out of the alley. Brave pointed me in the direction we needed to go, and we soon noticed the small figure on the roof of a large abandoned warehouse. As we landed on the roof, a slim, dark-haired man with cruel eyes stormed out of the roof access door, and grabbed Beast Boy by the front of his shirt.

"You idiot! The whole point of you stealing the stuff is for us to not be caught, now because of you the whole police force will be looking for us!" The man screamed.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean for them to catch me! I accidently set off an alarm when I was grabbing it and-"the young Beast Boy explained.

"Enough! I don't need your excuses! You failed, so you face the consequences." The man replied menacingly.

"NO! No Please! Please, I didn't mean it!" Beast Boy screamed. He suddenly started to cry as the man dragged him into the building. They entered a large, surprisingly well-furnished room. It was full of highly expensive artwork and in display cases were coveted gems. All of it was obviously stolen.

An even larger man walked into the room carrying a small knife and a pistol. He nodded at the other man (who was obviously in charge) and roughly grabbed Beast Boy (who was still crying) from him. He carried him into a side room and locked the door. Gunshots and cries of agony could be heard coming from inside it and every time Beast Boy screamed I felt a surge of anger and the need to stop what was happening.

The others obviously felt the same, and once Robin even attempted to stop the beating, but Brave held him back, reminding him that he couldn't change a memory.

After an hour or two, the man finally stopped. We watched as he opened the door, dragging the unconscious Beast Boy behind him. Beast Boy was covered in bruises, deep cuts, and many, many bullet wounds. But I could see that he was already healing, because several of the bruises and cuts were fading.

I felt a deep surge of hatred for these men and what they did. Torturing and forcing a poor child to do their dirty work was wrong and unforgivable. I don't know if they are still alive, but if they are, they better hope that none of the Titans finds them.

"Horrible, isn't it?" Brave whispered.

"Why would those men do such a terrible thing to Friend Beast Boy?" Starfire asked. Tears were streaming down her face, and her fists were clenched tightly, displaying her conflicting anger and sadness.

"Because I failed," Brave whispered, staring transfixed on the blood stains. "The number one rule was to never let the police know about me. That was the whole reason they kidnapped me after all, because, thanks to my powers, I would be able to get in and out of vaults and safes without being seen. Whenever I would accidently set off an alarm they would… well, you saw."

"They kidnapped you?" Cyborg asked. I could tell that he was as confused as the rest of us. None of us had ever expected that Beast Boy would be a victim of such violence, especially with his generally good-natured mood.

"Yeah, after my parents died I was taken in by the local tribe. But the medicine man didn't like me, and hired them to kill me. When I used my powers to defend myself, they decided to kidnap me instead. They shot me with a dart filled with drugs, and while I was unconscious they smuggled me into America and put a collar around my neck that one of their business partners had stolen from S.T.A.R. Labs. It would electrocute me whenever I tried to use my powers without their permission. Whenever I wasn't on an assignment they would lock me up in a cell they had made in the basement." He gestured towards the door that the two men, along with Beast Boy, had exited through.

"How did you escape?" Robin wondered.

"I didn't really. They got drunk one day and killed each other… right on front of me. A couple of people were walking near the building and heard the gunshots so they called the police. They found me in my cell, crying and covered in their blood. They suspected me at first, but it was soon obvious that I hadn't killed them. When they heard my story, without mentioning my powers of course, they took me to an orphanage. After a few days they discovered that in my parents' will they had asked their attorney, Nicholas Galtry, to raise me. So he agreed and took me in." He explained. The sadness that he was feeling earlier was fading as he spoke; it was instead being replaced by an unbelievable amount of anger.

"But instead he turned out to be a no good liar who had changed their will and only wanted me for my parents' fortune. About a week after I went to live with him he started to abuse me and a few years after that he decided that he couldn't wait for the money and started hiring people to kill me instead. Fortunately the Doom Patrol managed to stop them before they could. That was how I meet them. I found out where their headquarters were and managed to break in. They accused me of working for the Brain at first, but once I told them my story and Mento read my mind to make sure I was telling the truth they let me go. After that Mento and Elasti-girl went to court saying that Galtry was an inadequate guardian and that I should be raised by them. They were in their civilian forms of course, so after the court agreed to let them raise me they decided that I could become a junior member of their team and still have a secret identity."

"Well, now that I got that off my chest we can head on to the next realm." With that he turned and walked out of the building, his angry expression returning to its usual determined one. As we raced to catch up with him, I noticed that even though he appeared calm I could still sense an overwhelming amount of anger.

I understood too late.

Right as we neared the next realm (which was a door in what appeared to be a damaged, but mostly intact building.) he attacked. The only warning we had was Brave yelling "Duck!" and the next thing I knew there was a large knife sticking out of the wall right where my head had been.

"You always have to ruin things don't you Brave. And I was so close too." I was shocked at the coldness of this voice, the kind of voice that only twisted killers would possess. It came from the alleyway to our right, the speaker was hidden by the dark shadows, but I knew who it was. We were in his realm after all.

"It seems to have become my only purpose in life. Making sure you don't kill anyone." Brave growled, his natural fighting instincts starting to take over at the presence of this new threat.

He stepped out of the shadows then, but I wasn't surprised. He had a red stripe instead of purple, and his eyes were full of anger and hatred. Various knives of different shapes and sizes adorned his belt while another was being twirled around in his hands. He was smiling, but it was the smile of a psychopath, both amused and murderous, as if he was delighted in our attempt to stay alive, but knew we would die anyway.

I knew who it was, because I was all too familiar with the same emotion in my mind.

Rage.

"I don't understand why you're even trying to save them; you know how this is going to end." He sneered.

"It doesn't have to end that way, your fight lies with someone else. They are innocent." Brave tried to reason with him, but I could tell it wasn't going to work. He slowly maneuvered himself so that he was between us and Rage. Rage smiled, noticing his move, and casually turned away from us, once again reminding me of a killer who knew he had is victims cornered.

"Nobody's innocent Brave. Everybody has caused someone else pain, indirectly or directly, sometime in their life," He swiftly turned around again and pointed the knife in our direction "Especially them! Do you know how many times the teased me, insulted me, hurt me. Of course you do, it's your body too. But you don't care; it's not your job to care. It's mine. And you may forgive them, but I never forgive, and I never forget!" He yelled. He lunged at Brave then, but Brave was prepared for it and easily dodged him.

"Quick, go through the portal! He can't follow you there!" Brave yelled as he struggled with keeping Rage away from us. He wasn't managing it very well, since his main weapon was meant for long distances, so he was basically fighting unarmed and Rage, knowing this, was unhesitant about using it to his advantage.

"Not without you!" Robin yelled as we tried to rush into the battle and help him.

"Yes, help Brave! Fight me!" Rage screamed. He laughed maniacally as he stabbed Brave in the arm.

"No! He'll kill you! This is his realm so he's strongest here! Don't worry about me, even if he kills me I'll only fade away. I'll come back after a little while. You need to save yourselves!" Brave yelled at us while Rage stabbed him once again in the stomach.

"No!" Starfire yelled.

"We can beat him if we help you!" Cyborg insisted. But I knew that we had to do what he said. Rage was unbeatable in his own realm; only in the others could we hope to defeat him.

"We have to" I said, "It's the only way. We can avenge Brave once we're in a realm where he's weaker." I reasoned.

The others tried to argue, but one look from me and they understood that it was our only option. We ran to the portal, trying to block out the sounds of the knife continuously stabbing Brave, and dodging the knives that Rage managed to throw at us.

The last thing I say was Brave collapsing to the ground, covered in his blood, as Rage raised the knife to deliver the killing blow.

Then the portal closed.

Brave's POV:

"You aren't going to win." I hissed, pain filling my whole body. Rage stopped then, noticing that the Titans had already made it through and were out of his reach.

He smiled then, and went to lean on the side of the building and studied his knife, knowing that I was no longer able to fight back.

"Of course I am. Just because I'm not going to be in my own realm when I kill them doesn't mean it's not going to happen." He sneered. "It's not like you'll be able to save them next time anyway."

"Maybe not, but now they know what to expect. You won't have the element of surprise. Besides, you aren't exactly welcome in those realms. You probably won't even be able to get to them." He started walking towards me then, slowly; relishing the moment that he finally gets to beat me.

"You really think that that can stop me?"

"No, but I know your revenge can wait. There is a bigger threat at the moment; I know Happy told you about it. If we work together we can make sure he stays locked away, if we don't, he'll kill them before you can, and you'll never get your revenge."

He smiled, and my heart sank. He hadn't even considered helping us. He leaned closer to me, his face only inches from mine.

"Do you really think I care who kills them? I'll be content as long as they won't be able to hurt me anymore." He whispered.

There was a brief, sharp pain in my chest, and I realized that he had stabbed me through the heart, before my vision faded and everything went black.

I'm sorry guys, please don't hate me for doing that! Rage had to kill someone and I thought that it would be better to kill Brave instead of one of the Titans. Don't worry, like Brave said he'll come back eventually he just won't be able to help the Titans for awhile.

I would also like to apologize about the long wait for this chapter, and I know that I've used this excuse a lot, but my internet is really bad right now so I'm trying to update when I can.

~Awesomeninjaruleroftheworld

PS: Next chapter I promise the main problem will be revealed.