Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

A/N: This takes place during Spellbound. POV of the little girl Cardiac picked up. I haven't seen the episode in a while, so if I get some detail wrong, just go with it, please. Thanks!

From where I lived in Jump City, Titans Tower was just a reassuring little glint that you could only see at night, and only on a clear night at that. I had heard of the things the Titans had done, amazing things. Impossible things. But never, in a MILLION years, did I think I would get the chance to matter to them, even if it was just for a second.

I was sitting on a bench at a park near our house, minding my own business, kicking a pebble around with my feet. It was such a normal, unimportant day that I could never have expected what it would bring. So there I was, playing around, killing time, waiting for my older brother to pick me up, when I looked up and the world was red.

This, naturally, was alarming. Not only was everything tinted red, but the world was suddenly silent, too. The only thing to be heard was a loud, abnormally slow heartbeat. I could see around me as though through red glass. Panicking a little, I kicked at the walls, but I was only eight years old. It was then that I noticed all the tentacle-type things outside of but attached to the container I was in. I realized that I was inside Cardiac, the giant mechanical heart that had been hanging out around my neighborhood lately.

To this day I don't know why it picked me up. I also don't know how the Titans found out about it. But there they were, suddenly right in front of me. Robin said something, and although I couldn't hear, it looked comforting and because it was he that said it it was.

The Titans did their jobs, and the next thing I knew Robin was reaching in to get me, then holding me in his arms while Raven hurried off for some reason. I could tell that Robin had already forgotten me, and that he had from the moment I was safe. It was sad, but I didn't mind. I was just a little girl. And to him I was just a civilian to save.

Distracted, he put me down. I thanked them all, and Starfire smiled radiantly at me and said, "I welcome you." I smiled back at her.

Beast Boy asked me if someone was coming to get me, and just then my brother arrived. I thanked the Titans one last time, stood on tiptoes to kiss Robin on the cheek, and climbed into my brother's car, waving at them as we drove away. They left immediately, presumably to follow Raven.

And that was the last time I ever saw them. In person, I mean. They were always on the news, and every time I watched I got a proud, warm feeling. The first boy I had ever kissed was Robin, Boy Wonder, leader of the greatest team of superheroes ever. So what if it had only been on the cheek. It counted. At least to me. My first boyfriend had had a lot to live up to after that.

But it was more than just my silly yet completely understandable attraction to Robin. (Who DOESN'T like him? I ask you.) I was so proud that I got to see them, be saved by them. I got to clap eyes on undeniable proof that some people in the world still care, still do the right thing just because it is right. That's what the Titans really are. They are a symbol of hope. The hope that people really can make a difference, that there really IS more good in the world than there is bad.

And it's why, so many years later, I named my daughter Hope. My daughter who would not have existed had the Titans not saved me.

I'm old now. My daughter has grown up and has children of her own. The Titans have probably all passed away by now. But their legacy, what they stood for, still lives on.

It always will.