I do not own Teen Titans


It was a heavy rain. My hat protected my face from the downpour, but the rest of my body was soaked. My guns were tight against my side; the magazines were being pushed into my back. My coat hid them both from sight. And though I might be cold, and wet, and in pain from the last fight, I still had a smile on my face. I loved the rain.

I walked down one of the streets of the east side of Jump City, one of the better parts of town. But the streets have been my home now for three months, and I got use to it pretty quick. I got strange stares from everyone around, but I paid them no mind. I came up to the entrance of the bank a good fifteen feet away. It was a good stop to be, when the front blew off the building.

BOOM

The blast created a good wind, sending my hat flying, reviling the scar that went from my forehead across my brow, and just stopping on my check. But with my hands in my pockets, the bottom of my coat just flapped wildly. I could hear voices coming from inside.

"Come on barf bag, we gotta hurry before those snot munching Titans show up," was coming from a child-like voice. But this child was suspended on four spider like legs.

A girl with pink hair walked out into my view, "Well, if Mammoth would hurry up, we would be gone already."

A third voice came out as a figure approached, "I'm coming already." He stopped and looked at me, the only person who didn't go running from the blast, "hey, who's that loser?"

Now they all were looking at me. The child spoke, "what, you some new Titan snot muncher?"

I grinned. "Nope, can't say that I am, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you walk away easy."

They grinned as they dropped the bags of money. The girl spoke, "no Titans, money, and we get to have fun with this guy, must be our lucky day."

The one called Mammoth spoke, "I'll play with him for a bit." He walked up and stood in front of my face. He was big, and I knew regular bullets would more then like bounce off his hide, but I wasn't worried. What I was worried was his breath. I waved a hand in front of my face, "Are you sure they shouldn't call you dog boy, cause your breath smells like you've been drinking from the toilet." His friends cracked up at my joke, but it made him mad, and he went for a punch.

He missed me by a mile.

I jumped back, drew the gun on my right sided, charged the round, focusing on a bright light, and pointed the muzzle at his face. I grinned, "You missed, maybe you just can't see, let me brighten things up for you." And I fired.

There was a scream, and Mammoth was trying to grab his eyes from the pain of the shell. He fell to his knees, crying like a baby.

The other two moved, but again, I dodge missiles and pink waves of energy like nothing. I ran towards them, brought my gun up, and fired two more rounds at the child. I figured take his backpack, take him out. My guess paid off. The straps that held him to it were cut off, and I knocked him out with a fist to his gut.

The girl was more agile, and she almost hit me with the pink energy waves. The major word there being almost. We went toe-to-toe for a few minutes, but then I hit her with a stun round, she fell to the ground, unconscious.

I started to stand up, but stopped from the sudden pain in my side, forcing me to hunch back down. I patted my side, knowing it would be wet. But I felt a warm wet. I brought my hand in front of my face. I the rain was washing the blood fast, but not fast enough.

"Damn," I grumbled to my self, "the lame bandage I used didn't cut it."

I forced myself to straighten up. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the sky, letting the rain-wash my face.

"Pardon me, but I believe this is yours." The voice came from next to me.

Before I could think, my gun hand shot up as my eyes focused on the red haired girl holding my hat. I could see four other people behind her, jumping into a fighting stance. The girl's eye went wide with fear.

I let out a breath, "Don't sneak up on me, my reflex's will force me to draw." I uncocked the hammer of my gun, and holstered it again with a spin of my finger. I smiled at her as she and her friends relaxed, "And thank you for finding my hat." I placed it back on my head, hiding my scar was again. I motioned to the thugs on the ground, "cops should have no problem with them." I turned and started to walk away, but a more intense pain from my side erupted. I fell to my knee. The girl and her friends ran up, I heard them yell something, but I couldn't make it out. I fell into the darkness.


I slowly woke up, and I couldn't remember a thing for the life of me. I tried to lift my hand to my face, only to find it tied to the bed. I was getting scared and angry.

"So, your finally awake," came a cold male voice.

I looked at the source, and from the new reports on the TV display windows in the city, his name was Robin. I looked around the room, and I could pick out Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven, and Starfire, the girl who gave me my hat.

"Yea, I'm awake, can I leave yet," I asked through clenched teeth.

"You ain't going anywhere for a while, that one nasty gash on your side," said Cyborg. "We had to bring you to our tower cause this was the only place close enough to treat your wound. You need to heal first."

Robin approached, "and when you're done healing, you're going to jail." He finished by shoving his finger in my face.

"Oh, you've got to be shiting me, why, cause I did you job for you?"

"You were carrying illegal firearms, used them in public, and then you point a gun at Starfire."

I laughed a little, "oh really, and tell me. Where in the hell were you when they hit that bank? And have you even checked my background. I am authorized by the president himself to carry any firearm, concealed or exposed. And for your Starfire, like I told her, my reflex's take over when someone sneaks up on me. Now, untie me and leave me be."

Everyone's eye opened at me.

Beast Boy spoke, "You work for the president?"

I shook my head, "not directly, but I saved his life, and in exchange, he granted me use of my guns whenever I see fit."

Raven spoke for the shadows in the corner, "And why aren't Jinx, Mammoth, and Gizmo dead. You just used regular bullets.

Again I shook my head, "those guns I use are apart of me, and I can alter the bullet in the chamber. For that Mammoth character, I blinded him with a light round." I looked back at Robin, "so, are you going to untie me or not."

Robin wasn't convinced, I could see it in the expression on his face.

"Fine, where are my guns," I asked. "You want proof, check the resignation numbers. It shows my license with photo and the president's signature."

Robin nodded, "fine, we will, but your still stay there and under guard."

Everyone walked out, leave me by myself. Being I couldn't really do anything, I went back to sleep.


I awoke hours later, and I was relived to find that I had been freed. I sat up on the bed and rubbed my head, trying to wake myself up. I noticed a note on the table next to me.

Your story checked out. When you feel up to it, we would like to talk to you a bit more up in the main room. Robin had signed the note and it gave directions up to the main room he mentioned. I looked back at the table. There was a clean pair of jeans, a new tee shirt, my guns, and my holsters. My combat boots were at the foot of the bed. I got dressed quickly, and left to find the main room.

After five minutes of searching, I found the elevator up. I stepped in, but no one noticed me.

"Alright, I'm in the lead dude."

"But not for long, BB."

I couldn't tell what they were playing, but it was loud. It was Cyborg and Beast Boy playing video games. Raven was reading something in the corner; Robin and Starfire were talk near the kitchen. I stood there for a moment, and then turned to leave.

A scream came from behind, "you have awoken."

I turned back just as Starfire gave me a bear hug and I heard my rib cracking. I felt like my eyes would be squeezed out. I gasped, "air." She let go with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry, my friends tell me I do not know my own strength."

I smiled at her, "its okay, my back feels better though." I turned to Robin, "so, care to talk?"

He smiled, "yea, first I want to apologize, you were right, I didn't look into your background."

I shrugged, "don't worry about it, happens all the time really. I need to find a way to carry ID."

"You could carry a wallet," said Raven.

"I did," I said while rubbing the back of my head, "it was stolen two days ago." I laugh a little at that.

"I was impressed by your file, but is all that training true," said Robin.

I nodded, "yep, your looking at the youngest trained S.W.A.T., Seal, and Ranger. Believe me, it was hell to go through, but it paid off time and time again."

Robin was going to ask something else, but an alarm sounded. Robin ran and checked a computer, "Titans trouble at the docks." A picture came up. A cold feeling washed over me. It was a feeling I felt to many time before. Demons were involved.

Robin turned back to the rest of the group, "Titans…"

"Stay here, I'll handle it." I turned and started loading rounds into the chambers of my guns. "You won't have the training to take on the ones who caused that."

I heard Robin call out, "your not a Titan, you stay here."

"And your no Demon hunter, I am, this is my job," I called back as the elevator door closed.


Author notes:

I plan on making this a pretty lenghty story. And always, please R&R.