AN: Mixing tv series canon with comics. Jericho or Joey Wilson is the 6th member of the Titans.

Titans Tower. Night.

Joey Wilson was having trouble sleeping; it had started roughly two weeks ago where the blond Titan discovered that no matter which way he lay or how many sheep were counted a good night's sleep was not on the cards. Sleep would come in short bursts giving him only two to four hours at best of rest each night before he found himself waking up, unable to return to the land of dreams he so desperately sought.

And while sleep eluded him his mind worked overtime causing him to be plagued by thoughts that he would rather be without. During the day Joey, or Jericho as was his code-name was busy with training, missions, the day to day chaos that came with being a Titan that he was able to ignore his sleep deprivation and the dark whispers in his mind.

But at night, lying alone in bed with only himself to talk to, those thoughts would come creeping out. Joey wasn't sure if it was the thoughts that were preventing him from getting sleep or the lack of sleep was giving him time to explore these unwelcome ideas. Either way he found himself facing a problem he had long since made peace with. Or so he thought.

Deathstroke the Terminator was his father. Joey had known about it for years and recently he had been revealed it to his friends, and while it had caused a rift between him and certain members of the team, Joey had hoped his friends would come to accepted it.

Raven had been the most understanding and Joey could not express how much her support had meant when he had broken the news. Apparently Raven had issues with her own father and had spoken in his defence using herself as an example on not judging one by their parents legacy.

Starfire and Cyborg took some time, but they moved on and within a few days the issue was dropped and life carried on as it once was between them. With Starfire being the ever glowing ray of sunshine that she was and Cyborg returning to his warm older brother attitude. Robin and to a lesser extent Beast Boy were less forgetful and since he had shared the news the leader of the Titans had called him several times into discuss his family.

Rolling onto his side, Joey looked out his bedroom window, normally he would have the sight of the ocean, illuminated by the moon light allowing him to see the waves, but tonight the sky was starless and the moon was not present making the view a black sky meeting an equally dark ocean. Knowing it would do him no good Joey flipped his pillow over, as if the feeling of a new side would somehow help him to return to sleep, sadly the idea had proven useless in the past and tonight was no different. Hitting the mattress in a show of frustration Jericho knew he was in for another long night.

It was during these that an idea carved from his own minds insecurities was born. "You don't belong here." He was the son of a killer, a murderer of hundreds possibly thousands the son of a man credited as the world's most deadly assassin.

For a young man who wanted to devote himself to justice this was a hard thing to carry. The Justice league would soon find out, or possibly already knew if Robin had alerted them to the fact. Every time the Titans had a meeting Joey half expected Batman or another hero to be waiting for him, wanting to have a "chat".

Feeling an uncomfortable sensation snake its way through him, Joey sat up and reached out turning on his bedside table light. The room was bathed in a weak glow that drove some of the darkness away, taking a moment for a few calming breaths. Joey tried to focus on anything else other than the constant jumble of thought running around in his head.

Not wanting to wake up any of his friends Joey searched for a distraction, painting in the dark was out of the question and his work had suffered since he had this crisis of self, music wouldn't help for no matter the genre his mind always found some way to twist it back into the image of his father or his own past. Running his eyes over many different objects in his room, his gaze finally settled on a pair of trainers.

A walk, he decided might help. Throwing of the bed sheets, Joey Wilson quickly stripped of down and slid on some street clothes, it was only when he was lacing his left shoe did the logic strike him that it was two in the morning and perhaps it wasn't exactly the best time for a calming stroll.

Then again, he argued not wanting to remain in his room for much longer, Robin had increased hand to hand combat training recently and if worse came to the worse he always had his communicator.

Reaching down Joey returned to tying his laces, a walk may be just what he needed or at the least allow him a bit of fresh air. Turning off the light Joey navigated through his clean room with ease, slipping the door open, the Titan squeezed out before closing it behind him.

Scrawling a note down on the kitchen counter, informing whoever found it where he had gone for worst case scenario's, Joey slipped on his blue hoodie and made his way out of the tower.

The world around him was still, quiet. While Jump City never truly stopped, in the early morning hours one could be fooled into thinking it had, taking a slow pace across the bridge that connected the Titan's tower to the city, Joey took the time to see the world as it was. With no buildings lit up the city was a mix of grey's, blue and blacks with only street lamps providing the light necessary for Joey to see on his journey.

Slipping his hands into his jacket pockets, Joey arrived in Jump City, taking a left, the blond followed a path that would take him to one of his favourite spots in the world, the beach.

Jinx was quickly growing bored of the loitering and was hoping that something, meaning anything, would happen to relieve her of her overwhelming boredom. Gizmo, Mammoth and herself would often walk the city at the dead of night, not for any sinister reasons but simply to prove that they could.

There was a great sense of pride when the trio were able to sneak out the hive facility without alerting the headmistress. But like all daring things, the first time is the best, the excitement the adrenaline etc. After the twenty second time it was boring, and the fact that none of the hive crew could decide on what to do with their freedom made the entire act of sneaking out rather pointless.

"Well what do you snot buckets want to do?" Gizmo yelled as he circled his colleagues with his jet pack, Mammoth shrugged his massive shoulders causing Gizmo to grind his teeth together. "You!" He pointed at Jinx who quickly gave him the evil eye, not that the flying villain cared too much. "What should we do?"

"Blow up a school for all I care." Jinx replied, watching as the black ocean slowly grew closer, the trio had been approaching the beach for some time now and unless one of them decided what they were doing odds were they would sit on the beach.

"Can't, draw too much attention."

Jinx shook her head. Perhaps she should be the mature one and suggest they return to the Hive institute, bringing the night to an end. She might have done that had not Mammoth put a giant hand over her and Gizmo's heads, before freeing Gizmo and pointing.

"What the slagging trot is your problem?" Gizmo exclaimed, flying around the giant's head waving his arms in anger. Jinx ignored the spectacle instead following Mammoth's pointing finger to see.

"Guys, Titan!" She hissed getting into a combat stance, Gizmo stopped his angry dance and turned towards the beach, there walking along lost in a world of his own was the blond mute, Jericho. The trio froze watching him, his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his head was lowered and he appeared not to have seen them.

"We should get him!" Gizmo schemed, rubbing his gloved hands together, imagining the praise he would receive for delivering a member of the Titan's to the Hive academy. Jinx also saw the benefits, it would shake off former failures, raise them back to their former glory days and rob the Titans of a valuable member.

"Okay, trident formation." Jinx ordered, Mammoth and Gizmo nodded and the trio quickly separated and moved towards the unaware Titan.

The sound of waves washing up against the beach normally would have been quite relaxing under any other circumstance, stopping to sit down on a bench overlooking the empty beach Joey was once again subjected to his minds inner conundrum, he wanted to stay with the Titans, it was his first real group of friends and being a hero was an experience few could match, however, his brain was throwing sand at those pros while developing cons.

Other heroes would not trust him, this was true as Robin was always keeping an eye on him during a battle or when he was alone with another member of the team, it could be months or even years before he proved himself to the boy wonder, and this was someone he considered a friends, would other heroes such as the doom patrol trust him?

If, if Deathstroke reared his head once more in the states and killed suspicious eyes would fall towards him. Joey knew by now that his father's crimes would always find a way back to him no matter what, he was the son of Deathstroke.

Looking down at his feet, Joey began kicking a small stone back and forth wishing that his worries would wash away.

"Joey Wilson."

The blond leapt off of the bench whirling around in a combat stance. A figure stood behind the bench, dressed from head to toe in black, looking like a ninja from one of Beast Boy's many video games, of course this real life incarnation of the famed stealth warriors was not wearing the Hollywood robes but a more modern tactical look. It didn't take a genius to realise this was a bad sign, but what made matter worse was the fact the figure was wearing non reflective googles over their eyes completing the outfit.

Joey could not make eye contact meaning his ability was rendered moot.

Letting his facial expression do the talking for him Joey glared at the figure. Feminine shape although the black clothing did not reveal any noticeable features other than the fact she had a similar body type to those of his teammates, this woman, was not going to be a delicate flower. Beneath those black threads was a body trained for fighting.

With the bench separating them Joey felt he had a small field advantage, however in seconds several other masked figures made themselves known. Joey was outnumbered and unable to use his ability.

"Are you going to come quietly?" The female fighter asked, Joey assumed as she was the one doing all of the talking while her allies remained silent that she was the leader. A simple shake of the head was his response. "Very well, the master does not want him damaged." She instructed. Her fellow ninja nodded and moved in slowly.

Turning Joey flipped over the low rail that separated him from the beach, the second his trainers hit the soft beach sand he began running towards the tower, his left hand digging into his pockets seeking his yellow communicator.

The leader of the group did not give chase, but her underlings did, heart pounding in his chest as the sudden exercise with a lack of rest made Joey unable to outrun his pursuers. Fingers locating his life line, Joey removed the communicator from his pocket, flipped it open and began searching for contacts.

Only Raven was able to read his sign language, clicking her icon on the touch screen, Joey watched as a message was sent and a little t appeared on the screen as he waited for her to pick up.

It was mid step that something wrapped around his left leg, instantly Joey felt his limb lock up, falling face first into the sand, only his father's and Robins training allowed him to roll to the side and avoid face planting.

Unfortunately, his manoeuvre was imperfect due to his tired state and Joey could only watch in horror as the yellow communicator flew out of his hands mid roll landing a few feet away from him.

Joey made to scramble for it but was pinned by two of the ninja, they moved like professional should, both grabbed an arm and pinned it behind his back, then one began binding them together, possibly with the same thing currently wrapped around his leg. Then a white cloth was pressed against his face. Joey knew what was happening but had no way of fighting it.

The chloroform worked its magic in seconds rendering the Titan unconscious. Once this was done, the two who had captured him, climbed of his still form, picked him up, threw him across the larger ninja's shoulders and ran back towards their leader.

The small yellow device was no forgotten about as the second ninja brought its foot down hard on it, shattering the device. It then proceeded to follow its fellows who had gathered around the leader.

"We are ready." The leader announced into a com's device. A few seconds later the sound of a propeller could be heard. A black sleek stealth chopper quickly came into view, the vehicle never even landed, as its rear cargo doors opened the ninja carrying their prize quickly jumped on board. Then rising up the helicopter made its escape into the night leaving almost no one the wiser.

"What, the fraggaslwattle, was that?" Gizmo asked open mouthed. Jinx for all her wit had nothing to add and Mammoth's wide eyes left no doubt as to his confusion on the matter. "Did we just see a Titan napping?"

"Yeah." Jinx finally answered, trying to make sense of it all.

"Should we like tell anyone?" Gizmo wondered, for a moment the trio stood unsure on what to do. Gizmo rubbed his hands together, Mammoth scratched as his head and Jinx tapped her foot as her brain moved a mile per minute, in the end the trio decided the best thing they could do is stay quiet about the matter. If it was brought up then and only then would they divulge information about the kidnapping of Jericho.

"Not like it's our problem anyway." Jinx reasoned.

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