So this is my awesomely weird betrayal crossover fic. Teen Titans and YJ. This is kind of an AU, has nothing to do with Losing u and it's sequels. Just something I wanna do for fun. Enjoy!


“My name is Terra." “My name is Fin.”
“And we have done horrible things. We have sworn to serve a dark master. We have obeyed his every command and committed crimes in his name. We have betrayed and attacked everyone who used to be my friend and family. One door one...”
“ I have destroyed the Teen Titans,” “and I have left my team to die.”
“And with no one left to stop us, we have brought two different cities to their knees.”
“My name is Terra... “My name is Fin.”
“We have done horrible things... and we have absolutely no regrets."
Or do we?

It’s in the past now. But I can’t forget them. I loved them all. My family, my friends, my old life. It wasn’t my fault. I hope they know that.
These words rang in my mind as I watched the 16-year-old blonde get flung to the ground, her face covered in the mud and dirt she once controlled. I couldn’t beer this, I wasn’t ready to watch my one support die. Beneath the cover of my raven feather black hair, I felt my eyes water. And it wasn’t just from fear. The scorching pain of what he was doing physically to me was unbearable. It released as his focus turned to her only.
She looked up at me with her sky blue eyes and managed to whisper,
“Run.”
I did. For not the first time, I ran for my life. My heartbeat was going incredibly fast, I had to face facts, I was probably going to die soon. If not here, if not now, then very, very soon. Because they couldn’t forgive me. Why would they?
I wanted to scream, there wasn’t anywhere I could go, nowhere I was safe. I was sobbing, openly to the world, because nothing protected my eyes now.
Jumping off the edge of a building, I landed safely in an alleyway.
Wait.. Safely? No.
Because the instant I land, I feel them there.
All of them.
I’m scared. That’s the only word I can use, besides petrified, worried, helpless, distraught, and alone. I back up.
Into a wall.
And that uithangbord moves, twisting my arm behind and placing a fierce hand tightly on my neck and squeezing tightly until my muscles collapse.
The last thing I remembered was falling to the ground, and seeing two pairs of combat boots in front of me and a pair of dark bare feet.