Enthralled (TT AU)

Something New

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.

Rachel Roth was not a difficult soul. Though all her life she had been told that she was not like everyone else and that she was a bother to deal with, she never once considered herself to be difficult. Rachel Roth considered herself to be unique, intelligent, and above high school. Rachel didn't hate high school for the endless homework, early mornings, or even the smelly bathrooms. All of that, she could deal with. Rachel simply hated the people. Every last one of them, save her twin brother Richard. Now, Richard was not in the slightest way as antisocial as Rachel. No, he was outgoing and warm and seemed to make friends at the drop of a dime. He was popular. Nearly every girl at the small overpopulated school not-so-secretly drooled over Richard. Something curious was that Richard never seemed to let all the attention go to his head, it was an odd trait for a sixteen year old boy. He often kept his cool and rarely left his sister's side. Either he was extremely mature or he was extremely oblivious. Rachel was never quite sure. All in all, Rachel was thankful for her twin. He was the only person in her life to understand her. Heck, he should understand her after all they've gone through together. The cards Rachel and Richard had been dealt were definitely not the easiest to play with. Of course life was better now, after years in foster homes the two finally ended up in a good home to say the least. Bruce Wayne was an excellent father. Though at first he was only interested in having a boy, he had warmed up to Rachel effortlessly. He really connected with her over his large library that he later had catered to her intellectual needs. Any kid would be jealous of Richard and Rachel's lifestyle, but the twins kept it hidden. Richard went on to say that he didn't want to be treated differently around school and Rachel agreed. They wore normal inexpensive clothes to school, rejected Bruce's efforts to let the limo drop them off in the mornings, and above all never invited people over to the mansion. It was an easy enough secret to keep considering that the twins never got in trouble, thus never causing Bruce to roll up in his million dollar car wearing his million dollar suit smoking a million dollar cigar. Rachel was antisocial anyway, so she never had to worry about avoiding sleepovers held at her house or friends coming to pick her up. Richard struggled a little more than his sister, but it was nothing a little white lie couldn't contain. Yes, life had been considerably good to the twins in the past few years. Rachel didn't have much to complain about really, except for the idiots that she was forced to coexist with at a ridiculously close proximity every day.

"What if I'm home-schooled?" Rachel murmured as she crunched on a bright red apple. She was wearing a long sleeved black sweater. The sweater was ripped in several places. Her dark blue jeans were tight on her skinny body and tucked into her black combat boots. Rachel tucked a piece of her shoulder length black hair behind her ear, revealing her many ear piercings. She was feeling very tired and not in the mood to deal with other teenagers. Then again, she was never in the mood.

"With all due respect Miss, you only have two years of high school left." Alfred reminded her as he poured some fresh tea into her favorite purple mug. As if she needed reminding, she'd been counting down her days left in that school since the first day of the ninth grade.

"What's your point?"

The short conversation was interrupted by Richard, who seemed to be in a frenzy searching for something. Rachel took a moment to examine her brother's choice of clothing for yet another day of school. He was wearing his favorite dark red button up with black jeans. His hair had its usual five pounds of hair gel forced in to shape it perfectly. Richard's ever present dark sunglasses hung from the collar of his shirt. He always seemed to have remarkably good timing, that timing being whenever Rachel was about to receive a sarcastic word of advice from their favorite butler.

"Alfred! Have you seen my wallet? I can't find it and I'm running late and I could have sworn I left it on my dresser." Richard's bright blue eyes were ridiculously focused and hard. Rachel had the same blue eyes, but often covered them with dark purple contacts, which were the same color as the ends of her dark hair.