A/N: New story but don't worry that doesn't mean I'll abandon my others because I will finish them, that I'll promise all of you.

Warnings: Slash, Violence, and A bit of non-con.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Teen Titans.

Chapter 1: Arrested

"Look straight at the camera…Now turn to the right…Other side…and we're done, kid." The police officer told me as he took my picture."

"I'm not kid, old man." I snapped.

"Did I say you could speak? Because unless I give you permission the only words I want to hear from you are "Yes, Sir and, No, Sir", do you understand?" The officer said seriously.

"Yes, Sir." I answered mockingly.

The guard walked very close to me, so close that I had to look up to stare him in the eye. I knew what he was trying to do, I wasn't stupid. He may have been taller than me and had bigger muscles but I knew I could take him.

"You better work on that attitude of yours because it's not going to work once I send you through those metal doors. And once you're there you are going to have no one to look out for you."

"Whatever, it's not the first time I have to look after myself." I told him.

He snorted. "Fine. Ignore my advice all you want, Kid. But after a week you're going to know and understand what I'm talking about."

"Yes, Sir."

"Then let's get on with the show." He said as he led me down a white and dull gray hallway and it wasn't long before we stopped in front a door. Leading me inside, he moved towards the wall and ordered me to face it. I heard him move a few things around, open and close cabinets, until he was finally standing behind me.

"I'm going to take off the handcuffs off you. Don't move." He said as he reached forward and took off the cuffs.

"Now strip."

"Wha-"I said somewhat surprised.

"Strip. Now don't make tell you again."

I sighed and began to take off my clothes. In a way I was happy that I was finally taking off those dirty clothes, but I still felt uncomfortable removing them in front of a man. Once I was down I quickly moved my hands in front of genitals, covering them.

"Hmm, for living on the streets as long as you have I'm surprised you don't have many scars on you."

I smirked. "I'm just really hard to catch."

He frowned. "That wasn't a compliment, Kid."

I scoffed.

"Okay. I'm going to need you to turn around, squat, spread your cheeks, and cough." The officer ordered.

"NO! Fuck that! I'm not doing it." I shouted moving a few steps back until I touched the wall.

"It's rather this or I put in solitary confinement for not wanting to be searched."

I thought about for a second, but the thought of being in a room all alone made me shiver. So I turned around and did what the guard wanted. Once that was done, the police officer gave me three pairs of dark burgundy scrubs, four white T-shirts, three dark grey sweatpants, a pair of shower sandals, a toothbrush, blanket, and seven pairs of underwear.

The guard took me out of the room walking me down many halls. And as we walked I couldn't help but notice some of the other inmates wearing different color scrubs. Some were wearing burgundy, others wore orange, dark green and grey. I looked up to ask but before I could say anything, the officer began explaining the rules.

"You'll be wearing the burgundy scrubs until you have been reassigned, until then you will be staying in one of the bunkers with the others until you get moved to a new room, not to worry in each bunker there are only six others in there.. Don't lose any of the things I just gave you. We feed you three times a day and you must stay in the cafeteria until told otherwise. You'll get to shower three times a day, but you don't have to take all three of them every day. Lights out at 9:00. Also we do unannounced weekly checks in every inmates housing, every person that belongs in that bunker must be there and if they're not some of their privileges will be revoked and if we find anything that like drugs, weapons, or anything suspicious you will be taken to solitary. Fights, disrespecting officers, and not following orders will also send straight to solitary. Any questions?"

"As we walked I couldn't help but notice the different color scrubs on some of the inmates. Why is that?" I said.

"The different colors means how dangerous the inmate is. Burgundy is for the new inmates, dark green is minimum security which are usually worn by the inmates who aren't really considered a threat. The orange is for medium security those are the inmates that are known to start problems and have done things in and out of prison that makes us have to keep a closer eye on them. And grey is for maximum security."

"Do the inmates get roomed together by the color of their scrubs?"

He laughed. "Nope. Whoever we room you with is whoever it's going to be no matter the color of their scrubs."

"Oh." I said softly.

"Well then, Welcome to your new home, Kid: Jump City Federal Prison."

I looked around the room taking in everything. The first thing I noticed was the small barred window, then the bunk beds pushed up against the wall. The room was bland of colors, white being the most common and then once I got my feel of the room, and I finally noticed the other inmates.

"Well, I'll let the others introduce themselves, goodbye Grayson." The guard said.

The first guy I saw had brown hair, pale skin, calculating light brown eyes, he wore dark green scrubs and looked to be around 20 years old. He had tattoos on his neck and arms. The man sitting next to him had fair skin, had short wavy blond hair, warm hazel eyes, and maybe a year or two older than the other. He had no visible tattoos but he did have a scar from his eyebrow to his cheek. And he also wore a dark green scrubs. A man who seemed to be around his mid-thirties had tired, yet cold brown eyes, was tan, long dark brown hair, a beard, and he wore an orange scrub was sitting on top of his bed. On the other side of the room were two other men who also wore green scrubs, one of them was a mid-twenty dark-skinned, bald, had light green hazel eyes, had a tattoo on his neck of a spider. And the last man had red hair, angry grey eyes, light-skinned, had some acne on his face, and was maybe the youngest of them, until I came in.

"Well, are you going to continue on staring or are you going to say something, Bitch?" the young man with the red hair asked.

"Oh give the boy a break, Smith, he's probably terrified." The man with the spider tattoo said.

"Like I care about this punk ass bitch feelings, Delgado." Smith spat.

As they continued to bicker, the guy covered in tattoos got up from the bed and walked toward me.

"Hey, my name is Justin Grant, but we only go by last names. And don't worry about Smith he's all bark but no bite." Grant said shooting an amused look towards him.

"The fuck did you just say?" Smith said angrily from the bed.

Grant laughed. "Smith, man, you know I'm just messing with you. Anyways, the one with the scar is Devereux or Dev for short and that's Matthews." He said pointing at the oldest man.

"Hello, Rich-I mean, I'm Grayson." I said awkwardly shifting my feet as I still held my things.

"Nice to meet you, Grayson. So over here will be your bed until they reassign you and then in a couple of days they'll give you your new scrubs." Grant said as I sat on my new bed.

"Yeah, the officer who brought me told me most of it." I said.

"So what are you in for?" Grant suddenly asked.

"Why do you want to know?" I said defensively.

"Curiosity."

"What are you in for?" I asked back.

Grant smiled. "I got arrested for theft and I'll be here for 5 years. Now what about you?"

I sighed. "Um…I got 25 years to life for first degree murder."

Grant stared at me in complete shock and I almost laughed at his wide-eyed, mouth agape expression, and I could also feel the others stares but I kept my face calm as I waited for him to snap out of it.

"How old are you?" He asked once the news of my sentence finally sunk in.

I smiled slightly. "I'm 16."

"Damn, that sucks."

"I guess-"

"You guess?! You'll be out of here when your 41 years old! And you sound like you're okay with that." Smith out of nowhere interrupted and I turned around to look at him.

"Yeah, I may not like that I'm here, but I don't regret what I did."

"Who did you kill?" Smith asked.

"It doesn't matter and I don't want to talk about this anymore." I said closing up.

Grant looked like he was about to answer but a large bell rang throughout the room and the hall. Everyone in the room got up and made their way out after the other inmates down the hall.

"Grayson, let's go, it's time for lunch." Grant said when he noticed I was still sitting on the bed.

"Oh, right."

We walked down the hall towards the cafeteria and I couldn't help but feel some stares behind me. So I turned around to see only lustful stares and I cringed in disgust and turned back around. Grant realized what happened by seeing my face and pat my back in sympathy.

"The only thing I can say is don't drop the soap."

I blushed and promised him that I wouldn't as we waited in line and made small talk. I found out that Grant is actually very smart and quite funny. I didn't expect to find a potential friend in jail so I was happy that I did. We finally made it to the front of the line and I almost gagged in revulsion as I saw what they were giving. In my food tray was small portion of corn, rice, white milk, and something that resembled a slice of meatloaf.

Keeping my eyes on Grant I followed him to a table and just when I was few steps away I felt someone slap my ass harshly. Gasping in anger and shock I turned only to see a 6'3" muscular, dark skinned man wearing a pair of orange scrubs. He had dark, almost black eyes, that glinted with malice and lust.

"Hello, beautiful." He said with a large smile, that he may have thought was flirtatious.

I glared at him angrily and I felt the small urge to hit him but I knew it wouldn't be the smartest idea. So I took a deep breath to calm myself down before I spoke.

"May I help you?" I asked aloofly.

"You can help with a personal problem that I have." He said as he grabbed his crotch.

"No thanks. I'm pretty sure you can take care of your 'personal problem' on your own." I said sarcastically already turning away. However I didn't get very far when the guy grabbed my arm harshly making me drop my tray of food in surprise. I stumbled into his chest and his arms closed around my waist tightly.

"Yeah, maybe I can. But I would much rather have your hands around my cock than mine." He whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine, but for all the wrong reasons.

"Marshall release the new inmate. Now!" I heard a guard say behind me.

Marshall sighed and squeezed my ass tightly before letting me go. I moved a couple of steps back trying to keep my emotions under control.

"We were just having some fun. Getting to know each other. Right, beautiful?"

I looked at him angrily and said, "Fuck off, Asshole."

Marshall's face changed to one of amusement to one of pure anger and attempted to step forward but the officer stopped him by blocking his path.

"Don't take another step Marshall." The guard ordered.

"Alright, fine. But you better be careful, Beautiful because a guard might not be there to help you next time" He said in threatening way the moment the guard was out of ear shot.

Not bothering to respond I swiftly turned away and quickly made my way to Grant.

"Are you loco?" Delgado asked the moment I sat down on the table.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm sane. Why?" I asked.

"You made yourself a target to Marshall! One of the craziest inmates here."

"Oh."

"Oh, right. You should have just agreed to whatever he wanted." Delgado said as if I missed a great opportunity.

I scoffed. "I'm not going to be anyone's prison bitch or wife or whatever you want to call it."

"Tough luck. This isn't the outside world where you get to choose who want to be with and nobody cares if you're straight or not in here. Boys like you don't last long without having a bigger, stronger inmate as their lover. So I suggest if you want to survive in here, you better find a man who is high up in this prison." Delgado said before he walked away.

I sighed and rested my head on the table.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said softly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. This isn't the first time that's happened to me."

"I'm not surprised because the inmates haven't been able to keep their eyes from you since you came in here."

I smiled bitterly. "I know. I could feel them as we speak."

"But Delgado does have a point."

I groaned.

"Well it's true. You're gorgeous. It's like you have this exotic look about you. Where are you from anyways?"

"I was born here, but I come from a long line of gypsies."

"You're a gypsy? From what side?" Grant asked very interested.

"From both. My mother was a gypsy from Russia and my father was a gypsy from Romania." I told him.

"Wow, that's really amazing. Do you know how to speak in those languages?"

"Yeah, I am fluent in both. My family made sure of that."

"So how do they feel about you being in here?"

I frowned. "They died when I was eight years old."

Grant frowned and laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It was a long time ago." I said and as soon as I finished my sentence the bell rang signaling that lunch time was over. I happily got up from the table and left cafeteria. I didn't like talking about my past. No, I hated it. The vulnerability, the loss, and anger I felt made me think about that night again and I did not want to go through that again. Especially in a place where people preyed on the weak.

Once I made it to the room I laid on my bed facing the wall mentally preparing myself for the first night. I heard the others come in but I wasn't in the mood. Letting my thoughts wander again to my parents, I easily pictured them soaring through the air before tragedy struck and the terror in their eyes as they fell made me shiver before they crashed to the ground and never moving again. The urge to cry was almost unbearable, but I held it in so the others wouldn't hear my tears and label me as someone weak.

"Grayson."

"What is it, Grant?"

"It's time to take a shower. Unless you don't want to." Grant said.

Remembering that I had not taken a shower in last couple of days before I was brought in and feeling the added sweat on my body from today, I eagerly got up and grabbed my towel following Grant to the baths.

A/N: I hope you like this new story. And yes I know everything about Robin's parents are complete 100% bull, but I don't care and I hope it doesn't bother you that much and if does, find another story. Please no flames, Reviews are always welcomed and yeah I guess that's it.

Until next time.

Oh! Before I forget Slade will show up in the next chapter.