Disclaimer: Let's look at this logically, why would I be writing fan fiction if I owned the Teen Titans or any of the DC Comics characters and places that are mentioned? If I owned them, this would be in an episode or comic or something, not here. So yeah, I don't own them. I'm still trying to get over it.

Summary: Sometimes our past demons come back to haunt us.

General: Action/Adventure/General

Author's Note: Well, I'm back! You knew I couldn't stay away from Fan Fiction forever. My break wasn't even a month! Man, it feels good to be back. It's like I have this new replenished fountain of imagination and I can't wait to start using it. Now, my last multi-chapter Fan Fiction was "What?" with the switching POVs. This Fan Fiction isn't a sequel though, as some have requested. I'm sorry, but I just can't think of one at the moment. Maybe it will come to me while writing this, but I don't know. But I do have some treats planned to those who liked "What?" in this story though. And also I want to extend a big thank you to all who have reviewed any of my stories! You guys rock!

So what is this Fan Fic about? Well, you have to read it to find out! I know that this is under the characters "Robin" and "Slade". I can't give too much away right now, but I will say that their dispute is the major plot line. Unlike my last Fan Fic, this one will incorporate all of the Titans in almost every chapter (This chapter only mentions two, though). The pairings are what the show dictates. It also takes place at least after the second season. I actually thought this up sometime last year in I guess mid-May. Now I think I've typed enough of an Author's Note up and I should let you read my new story. So on to the my new story "Could This Go Anywhere?"

-T-

Could This Go Anywhere?

Chapter One: Bludhaven

The cold streets of Bludhaven were being pounded by an icy rain that somehow found it's way everywhere. Through the cracks in the streets and sidewalks, the water would swiftly dart here and there to find the lowest part of ground which would end up being in the river, Avalon. In the slums of Bludhaven, the sewers were overflowing with the rain water. Eight days straight the sky had been darker then normal. It reminded the darkly clad figure, who was looming on the rooftops (soaked to the bone), of the month of April in places like Gotham and Steel.

He didn't mind being wet. No one could stop the weather after all, except perhaps Thunder and Lightning. He smiled at the memory. Jumping through the vent and into the ventilation shaft, the tall, ebony-haired man took care to not let a drop of water slip through any shafts below. Finally the old and abandoned area of the factory beams were visible. Except it didn't look so abandoned anymore. Gears were turning. The man grimaced. Gears were always harder to fight around, but that wasn't the main reason that he didn't like them.

He pushed the memory out of his thoughts and assessed the situation at hand: five thugs, three had hand guns, and one was the apparent leader and he had a machine gun near by. He rolled his eyes thinking that machine guns were perhaps the bulkiest things in the world for a weapon. Honestly. He knew that they weren't working for Blockbuster, who was currently on a retreat to escape away from a court date. So it was seemingly plain and simple, what they were doing. They were trying to get their names in the paper while the kingpin of Bludhaven was gone by stealing the hand-held computers this place was making. Idiots. Inside the old factory, a vent exploded and hit one of the thugs that had a hand gun.

This was going to be easy.

A scream from one of the men split the air.

"Nightwing!"

It was like they had just seen the Dark Knight himself come into the scene. Less than two minutes later, all five men were KO'd and cuffed. The police had been notified and Nightwing, protégée of Batman, had made his exit. He was eager to get home and dry off. Maybe Kori would still be awake when he got back. If only he had stayed three minutes instead of two. He would have noticed a sinister figure of a one-eyed man emerging from a rotating gear.

Nightwing however, didn't. It was late. Really late. He knew that while Kori never complained, he hadn't been the newly-wed husband that he should be since he was always working. 'We didn't even get a honeymoon retreat!' He thought irritably, as he swung around on grappling lines and jumped over rooftops. It was guilt in the pit of his stomach and he hated it. Finally, he made it to 1013 Parkthorn Avenue.

Kori was asleep in bed when Nightwing returned home. 'Oh well,' He thought. He smiled as he looked at her sleeping form. She was his angel. Her silky red hair was spread out on the pillow and the blankets had been pulled up just above her elbows. Softly, he kissed her forehead and a small smile trickled onto his face.

He remember when he first had kissed her. In a split second, everything he had known about life had escaped him because it made no sense to him whatsoever that the alien beauty would kiss him. Little did he know what would eventually happen especially because he was always reminded of the danger love could bring when he fought the villains of Jump. 'It could never happen' was his thought process. But she proved him wrong and that diamond ring on her finger was the proof as was the golden ring on his own.

He went to the dresser and decided to change out of the soaking wet suit that he had worn all night. What replaced it was a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Richard Grayson went into the living room of their apartment and sat down. As tired as he was, he knew better than to hope that he'd get an ounce of sleep. After all, the police force in Bludhaven never rested and that was his occupation. Well, half of them never rested because the crime rate was so high. Others worked to help the crime rate increase. Hearing the rustling of sheets told him to go back into the bedroom.

Kori was just in the middle of a dream was all. He went into the kitchen and began to pull out the ingredients for a morning breakfast of pancakes: flour, eggs, milk, even Zorkaberries which he himself could never seem to stomach without feeling sick. Soon he managed to get a lush breakfast ready. Zorkaberry pancakes, regular pancakes, hashbrowns, applesauce, orange juice, and a mustard dipping sauce could describe the breakfast, all of it smelling delicious. Richard only hoped that it would be.

Tip toeing into their room, Richard managed not to make a sound. He sat on the bed, placing the tray on his lap and gently shook Kori awake. Her green eyes fluttered open and she smiled at Richard.

"Morning Star," he said, "I made you breakfast."

Seeing the tray, Kori's smile widened.

"Richard, you didn't have to do that. What about your sleep? Didn't you say that you fell asleep at your desk a couple days ago?" she asked concerned. He placed the tray on the bedside table and scooted closer to her thin frame.

He held her in his arms with a touch as delicate as the way one would hold a fragile piece of porcelain. Softly as to not crush it, but firm so that it wouldn't fall away from your grasp and onto the floor. Kori loved that about him and gave him a sweet kiss. Hating the fact that human beings needed air, they pulled apart. Kori rested her head on his strong shoulder and he ran his fingers through her crimson red hair. She looked up at his sleep-deprived eyes again waiting for an answer, even if the kiss sort of satisfied her.

"Bludhaven criminals never rest," he whispered.

She nodded and understood. Just as she was sipping her glass of orange juice, Richard's pocket started to play the Simple Plan "Shut Up" ring tone at the highest level imaginable. He had personally changed it to that song because it would always wake him up if he was ever drowsy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black colored verizon phone.

As the top was flipped open, Kori could hear Richard's response, "Officer Grayson. Uh huh, uh huh, WHAT?!?!"

Richard's scream nearly frightened Kori half to death. She looked at him in alarm. Richard mouthed 'Sorry' to her and got up. Instead of going for his police uniform, he went for the closet and pulled out a dry Nightwing suit and began to put it on, all the while talking to his co-worker.

"Yeah, I'll call for back up. I'll be there as soon as I can. How many police are there now? 40, got it. See you there," He closed the phone and tossed it to Kori who was looking very concerned, "Get the voice changer. Call as me to all the guys on my cell phone marked co-worker."

"What's going on, Dick?" she inquired.

"Some guys are threatening to bomb the subway system at Mainhaven Station. They have a couple hostages. They don't know who it is," he offered as an explanation. He was now fully clothed in the blue and black suit.

Kori got up and started doing what he had told her to do. He went to the attic entrance to the roof. Springing out, he automatically leapt down to the streets. He stopped himself with a grapple just before he landed. Retracting the grapple, Nightwing looked over to the cellar, kicked it open, and hopped onto the vehicle waiting inside. The hum of the motorcycle roared and Nightwing sped off in towards Mainhaven Station.

What worried Nightwing wasn't the bomb really. What bothered him was that he didn't have a clue as to who had the capability to do this and would.

-T-

A/N: So what do you think? Please review! But don't flame me; give constructive criticism instead if you didn't like it. I know it screams RobinXStarfire pairing in this chapter. Well, I told you that the pairings would be what the show dictates. So don't flame me for that either. For those of you who like RavenXRobin, don't worry. Their mind-bond plays an important role in this story, promise. Anyway, it won't focus on pairings every chapter. I actually wrote it this way to show where Nightwing's at right now in his life. Also, I do know a good portion about Nightwing, so don't worry about that either. For updating, I'll generally try to get one chapter out every two weeks. But you may see a chapter every week for the maximum speed of my updating. I didn't think this would go anywhere, but I guess my mind proved me wrong. I'm still writing! I hope you're glad I'm back. I'm glad I'm back. Later!

Rena