So I went and Flinxed again, sorry not sorry. I've been wanting to do an historical AU for a while now and this is what I came up with set in the Edwardian era. Please leave a review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

The young woman sat alone as the rain beat against the long window. The little grey light that trickled into the shrouded room fell on her pale skin, making it gleam the colour of the moon outside that cowered behind the thunderclouds that rolled past it. The fingers of her left hand drummed on the arm rest of the antique wooden chair she was sitting in, the dark wood carved to look like tumbling leaves, whilst her other hand hovered near her black lace parasol which was leaning against her leg. She sighed impatiently through gritted teeth as the rain poured down the window like tears. They were never back on time.

She heard the door rattle behind her and she turned towards it. Her head was covered by a wide-brimmed black hat that had all her hair pinned up underneath it so nobody could make out what it looked like. It was decorated with coils of black lace and long black crow feathers that shone dully in the dim light and attached to it was a black veil that hid her face. She drew herself upwards as the door swung open and a number of nosy bodies tumbled into the room arguing with each other. The moment they saw her standing there, they all fell silent. Even though she didn't stand very tall, her very presence was imposing as she shifted her parasol from one hand to the other, leaning on it like it was a gentleman's cane. She was dressed from head to toe in black lace like she was in mourning, the only traces of her naturally pale grey skin being her hands and a small sliver of neck under her veil. The five men shuffled their feet as they waited for her to speak.

"Well?" She said, her voice hard as stone. "What do you have for me?"

They all seemed reluctant to come forwards and she hissed in frustration as she surveyed the thugs that made up her fearsome gang. There was Gizmo, a short little runt of a boy dressed in scrappy clothes with a ragged scarf around his neck and big glass goggles perched on his head like a second pair of eyes. His fingers and face bore burn marks, evidence of his mechanical skill. It was obvious he didn't have much in the way of strength but the way the others stood behind him showed how his brains more than made up for it. Behind him, blocking her view of the door with his sheer bulk was Mammoth who was clenching his giant square jaw and hiding his fists in the pockets of his shabby yellow and black suit. He was the opposite of Gizmo in almost every way; whist he was as strong as an ox and could lift almost anything they wanted to steal, his beady black eyes looked out on the world with the same intelligence of a rodent. Seymour stood next to him, almost engulfed by his shadow. He had dark skin the colour of the wood on her chair and a thick bandage wrapped around his left eye. He had lost that eye in a factory accident when he was a child but the loss of one eye had caused the other to grow larger to try to compensate. His right eye was about twice the size of a regular eye, round as a penny and was coloured a deep emerald green. She could feel it watching her with a mix of fear and awe as she moved. By his side was Billy who was usually chortling in his thick accent and hooting along to himself but was now silent and avoiding her eyes. He wore a red cap perched on the top of his long face and his clothes consisted of only red and black. The final member in the line-up was Wycked-although they were all sure that wasn't his real name, that was what he insisted they call him through sign language as he was mute. Most of the time the guys ignored this and called him Kid as he was the newest member but by no means the weakest as the way he could move without making a single noise had proved very useful in the past. He also had pale skin though it wasn't grey and his eyes were a bright hazel colour that in the dark seemed to glow red. He was dressed all in black and had gloves covering his hands and a black cap pulled down low over his face. They were the HIVE 5, a gang of thugs that terrorised the city of London but they had nowhere near as dreaded and respected a reputation as their leader. Whilst they were merely feared, she was notorious.

As none of them answered her, she gave a louder hiss and saw them flinch. "What? Have you all managed to lose your tongues?" She snapped at them. "Did you find him or didn't you?"

"We found him alright." Gizmo finally answered her. "Biggest crud-muncher in the whole of England."

"Don't just limit it to that." Seymour added, wincing when he heard a snarl come from under the veil. They could only just see the outline of her eyes but he could see how they were smouldering with fury.

"Good. So you found him then." She said sharply as they all nodded. "That stupid carnival magician of a con man messed with us for far too long. He shouldn't have got in our way." She rapped the tip of her parasol against the bare wooden floor and asked them "Is he dead?"

They all looked awkwardly at each other as the air in the room appeared to turn to ice. They all froze under her frosty stare as her lip curled. Eventually it was Mammoth who took the plunge. "No."

She seemed to erupt in anger, her body shook as she screamed. The sound came flying out from under the veil like bats escaping a cave and all of her teammates recoiled from her. Billy squealed and leapt up in the air, narrowly avoiding landing on Wycked who deftly dodged out of the way and caught him. She strode over to them and even Mammoth gulped when they heard her growling.

"He's still alive?!" She fumed, flouncing around and stomping back to the window. "You let him go?! What were you guys doing?!"

"It wasn't our fault!" Gizmo protested, his voice getting higher and more shriek. "We would have had him if One-Eye here hadn't fallen for his dumb illusion trick!"

"Hey!" Seymour went red in anger as he faced the smirking boy. "I may only have one eye but it's ten times better than yours! I could have seen that he was going to punch you a mile off but you stood there like a dummy and didn't see it!"

"Shut up, at least he didn't wreck that hotel room…" Billy snorted whilst glaring at Mammoth who cracked his knuckles and defiantly stared back. "That was really subtle."

"How's this for subtle?" Mammoth raised a fist ready to slam it into Billy's face but a shout of "Enough!" made him stop. They all turned back to face their leader who reached a hand up to her head and tore her hat away, letting it flutter down to the floor. It released a mane of wavy hair that was a bright shade of pink, the colour of blossom petals. With her veil ripped away, her pink cat-like eyes blazed at them from her pale face that was surprisingly pretty and youthful for the weeds she wore. Her cheeks were flushed rosy pink with anger as she pressed her lips firmly together.

"I should have known I couldn't trust you fools with anything!" She snarled, fighting the urge to clout them all round the head. She instead lashed out at the chair and knocked it over before letting out another low sigh. She then spun round and faced them again, pointing her parasol at them like it was a sword. They all looked at it nervously as she stepped forwards. "Anything else you would like to tell me?" She asked them, her tone sounding polite but they all detected the steely tone beneath it.

"Yes!" Seymour suddenly perked up. "He's staying at the old Academy Hotel! You know, the one that is falling around the guest's ears? It's a crummy place-"

"Where it will be easy to slip away unnoticed." She said as a wicked smile spread on her face. "Thank you Seymour." She watched a pleased blush appear on his cheeks and turned to the rest of them. "I should have known you lot would mess this up." She hissed as she walked back to the window, staring out into the rain intently like her fortune would be shown in the streaming raindrops. She ran a wistful hand through her free-flowing hair before she began to pin it back up. "If you want a job done, you have to do it yourself." She told herself. She should have known that from the start when she had sent them out to do this.

She turned back to them and gave another smile, one that would have sent any man running for his life if it was meant for him. "Don't worry, I'll show him why my name is feared across this city," She purred as she ran one finger down her parasol. "His magic tricks won't be able to save him from me."