Teen Titans X Reader [Discontinued]

Prolouge

Short A/N: Hello, and welcome to this story! I hope you enjoy my little fic :>. Just a small note for the newcomers, some of the comments in chapters with the word EDITED at the top might not make sense because they were comments referring to the unedited version. So please don't be confused and just enjoy the story instead! Thanks for reading! <3

[EDITED]

Red and blue lights gloss over the streets in the late October night as police men crowd the scene. Yellow caution tape wraps around the entirety of the scene, serving as an obvious tell of 'danger' to the civilians curious enough to snoop around.

I hide in the shadows, paying no regard to the leftover smoke coming from the crater.

Carefully stepping over the caution tape, I put my powers into use and slowly creep over towards the crime scene.

I half-expected to see the Teen Titans there, thinking that they were still around, but the thought was immediately discarded once the sight of a couple of patrol cops greeted me instead.

I shake my head at the wild thoughts. The Titans never stay around to look after all, too many other important things to do.

Snapping myself back to the present, my eyes focused on the fairly medium sized object on the ground.

I step closer only to see the cracked ball of metal half buried into the dirt and concrete, just like what the people on the streets described. It was much more intimidating in person, as compared to the 'toy' descriptions being passed around by partial witnesses. 

Just as I was about to take a closer look,  3 cops were suddenly lowered into the large crater the ball created. With a bit of effort, the three cops extract the sphere from the ground and drop it into the trunk of one of the bigger police cars.

I remain hidden to their eyes, being careful not to touch any of the men pulling out the new source of commotion and talk in the city.

Soon, the cops go back to their cars, driving off to probably inspect the object with the Titans' help. Only a few were left behind to ensure safety protocols, which obviously meant that their job was done, if the coffee's in the cops' hands were anything to go by.

Sparing one last glance to the area where the ball was embedded into the ground, I climb out of the crater and release my hold on the energy around my body, a wave of fatigue crashing over my small frame.

It was late, and I knew it was pointless anyways.

Taking a few deep breaths, I pull up my hoodie and let myself blend back into the shadows, walking down the dark streets with anyone none the wiser.

•

Walking back 'home' was, as always, uneventful.

Mostly because I never really considered it 'home'.

'Home' was a small motel away from the usually crowded areas, much too close to the sketchier parts of town than one would like. 'Home' was having little to no personalization to their room, and an obvious lack of warmth that one would come to expect from a place that someone spent their everyday in.

Sighing, I let my hair out of its ponytail once the chill started creeping up my neck (if you have short hair, headband) and continued my walk back towards the small, cramped motel.

Being inside was always an unpleasant feeling. Orange tinted walls with wallpaper curling on the corners, dim lights that flickered every few minutes, and that smell that you could never quite point out. One would think they'd get used to it after a while, but I never did. Not really. 

Pushing the creaky door open, I walk inside only to bump into the owner of the place, Mr. Rasar, and his unhappy face.

Oh boy.

"(Y/N), nice to see you here" he says, keeping his voice monotone.

"Uh, Mr.Rasar, nice to see you too... I guess?" I reply, subtly cringing at my response.

Awkward conversationalist, check. I thought, sarcastically.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"Alright (L/N), where's the months rent?" He grunts out, getting straight to the point. I mentally groan and purse my lips, waving bye bye to the new shoes I was thinking of getting.

"It'll be on your desk by tomorrow morning, bud. Anything else you wanted?" I say, eager for the conversation to be over.

"That will be all for now, Ms. (L/N)" He says, pleased, and turns away to probably drown himself in the secret alcohol stash he has under the floor tiles of his office. Can't have that out in the open during inspection day now, cant we?

With a small sigh, I rub my tired (E/C) eyes and walk up to my room, shutting the door behind me with a little more force than necessary.

I hate it here. So much.

Even today, I still remember the image of an excited 15 year old-girl ready to leave her hometown and run away from the cruel place she used to call home. I remember feeling the hope of a fresh start blooming inside me, of a life that no longer made me feel guilty for just being alive.

Dreams only become more dirtied and fragile with age however, and the life that I sought out for myself instead became a burden that had me tearing myself apart at the seams.

Sometimes, it's hard not to think about the lowest phase of my life, of the times where I thought that living was just too hard and too difficult a task.  That it would feel so much easier to just.. disappear. 

Getting rid of the depressing thoughts in my head, I briefly close my eyes before dropping myself onto my bed, raising my hand to lift the blanket at the end of my mattress. 

I wasn't normal, if you couldn't figure it out already. I had unbelievable powers that no common person had, and was easily labelled a 'freak' just a few seconds after the reveal. Cue the loneliness, insecurities, and disgust, and you've got yourself a plotline heading towards a best selling novel.

Long story short, I eventually had enough. I snapped, and suddenly I was dangerous.

So what did I do?

I ran.

And that's how I ended up here, In Jump City, with nothing but an almost empty motel room and some money that I could use to afford only food and shelter.

Such a lucky person, I know.

After a few days of my stay, I learned about the Teen Titans and their powers. About the children just like me who used their powers for good instead of bad. About how they weren't judged by the people they protected.

About their friendship and trust.

I wanted to be like them, so badly, but life always held me back. Who am I, a runaway kid with no prior experience in the hero business, to be a part of something so great and fulfilling? Who am I, to think that I would fit in when I never could before?

So I gave it up, and treated the fantasy like it was one of those silly childhood dreams that you knew would never really come true.

Turning off the lamp at my bedside, I curl into myself and shut my eyes.

I wonder, I think, mere moments before drifting off.

What would have happened if they were there?