═════════════════════ The existence of concern for a certain witch boy did not exist within the hearts of your fellow Teen Titans members. Only such a feeling lived within you. So when the other Teen Titans finally put their feet down and declared through gritted fists, "You are no longer a Teen Titan." To the boy, Klarion was happy to leave. You, however, were not so happy. And so without as much of a second thought, you sought out your friend. The sound of a can crumpling under your feet and the blinding lights that struck you as a train passed filled you with sudden homesickness. This wasn't home, not to you, not with this scent that made your nose crinkle and your hand reach for your mouth. "Filthy isn't it?" You turned your head and locked eyes with the familiar witch boy just as you were struck with high wind from another passing train. "How odd," you muttered. "What is?" Klarion beckoned you closer. "Two have passed. None have stopped." You replied before stepping closer to the boy to be met with a tap on your shoulder. A plume of purple smoke made an appearance when he tapped you and long dissipated into the cold air. "Because they don't know of the stations existence, and now they won't know yours." A smile crept to Klarions lips. "Always know how to make things sound nefarious, don't you?" You'd managed a hearty chuckle out of the boy. Your face contorted in confusion as you felt a sudden weight on the top of your foot. There sitting below you, an orange cat, its fur flowing upwards and its chest pompous, its body appeared to have been made of the finest fur. Teekl. "A low move to have stuck a tracker on my back." Klarion picked up his furry familiar and flashed an expression so whiny it reminded you of a cartoon character. "Yeah sorry, but you gotta hand it to me." You tapped onto the yellow 'R' symbol neatly pressed onto your costume. "It is something a member of the Bats would do." "You're a bird, not a bat." Klarion rolled his eyes before walking to a wall and waving his hand, the sound of incoherent whispers leaving his mouth before a large hole in the wall suddenly came to vision. "You better not have come here just to ask me to join the Team Toddlers again! Better not be because they want something from me!" Klarion fixed himself a bowl of what looked to be sugary cereal, he wolfed down a spoonful before sitting on a makeshift bed of his creation. "I'm here because I want to speak to my friends. are my friends. okay?" You noticed his movements halt for a brief moment, he was tossing around the contents in his bowl and swirling the spoon to make a rather obnoxious noise. With his free hand he pet Teekl behind the ears, earning soft mewls from the feline. "They're alright. Now are you done?" Klarion's brows furrowed for a moment when you sat next to him, his eyes kept glued to his bowl. The chill of the bowl evaporating with the heat of his fingers. "And are we okay?" You wanted to reach out. He knew this. He knows that you care. But he doesn't know what that means. "We are." His sentence ended in a whisper, but it was enough to put a smile on your face. He blinked continuously before realizing that you'd placed your hand on his shoulder. When he turned his face to meet yours he didn't expect to be met with such warmth. "About what happened-" Klarion ripped out of your loose grip at the sound of your words. "I did what was right. I did what the others were too afraid to do." He had spat, chowing down on more cereal to stop himself from blowing a fuse. "I don't doubt you think what you did was right, Klarion. But we are supposed to be heroes, Titans. And we are not judge, jury, or executioner." You replied. "That doesn't stop the police and look at them!" Klarion remarked followed a scoff. "Exactly, and do you really wanna be compared to Owens at GCPD?" You raised a brow. "I...oh." Klarion registered your words and found himself in genuine awe. "Oh goodness, Y/N, I think you're onto something." You began to beam as the tension you once felt subsided gradually by the passing second. "I know, right? Why would anyone wanna be like ol' Owens? I saw that guy use the toilet paper under his shoe as a tissue!" "Gross!" Klarion chuckled after he made a look of disgust. When the laughter had died down Klarion found himself at a loss for words. And perhaps words weren't needed in this situation, the silence was comfortable. Klarion found himself questioning if he should break it. "Let's be frank, I never really suited the Titans." "Yeah you really didn't." You responded almost too quickly that it caused Klarion to pout. Harsh, but true. "Let me finish!" He placed Teekl on his lap before duplicating another bowl for you, a spoon soon appeared in your hand and the cereal was already inside the bowl. You took the liberty of pouring your own milk with the same carton Klarion had used, not before taking a peek at the expiration date. "I'm better off lonely." He said. "You're better off alone, I'll give you that. But no one is ever better off lonely, Klarion. Not even you." You were closer with Klarion than the rest. You were the only one in the Teen Titans that ever wanted to get to know him. Klarion Bleak. And despite the fact he's well aware of that, you still managed to reduce him speechless. Your sincerity, he finds it sickening. He knows you care, but he asks himself again: what does that mean? Will he find the answer by looking into your eyes? Will they let him know? Or lead him astray? What will he do when he realizes they already have? "No one's ever said that to me before." His words came out a whisper, laced with feelings he knew not the existence of. "Well I'm telling you now." You had hit him gently on the elbow, but you didn't know the fact you'd hit him on the inside too. He's not used to this. Being cared about so much. "You know... You are.." Klarion's lips parted, "You're alright, Y/n." He gulped, just alright? Why couldn't he say anything else? Stupid. "Thanks, you're alright too." You snorted at his speechless form. It was a sight to see. You felt warmth in your chest, akin to sipping a hot drink on a rainy day. You hadn't even noticed the distance between you and Klarion was gone, and you'd found yourselves sitting shoulder to shoulder as you ate. Teekl was curiously eyeing Klarion, of which the boy desperately tried to avoid. "Oh—fine! You're more than alright. You're good. You're kind. You're.. you're-" Klarion made gestures with his hands, it took you a great effort to not laugh in his face about it. As he finished he brought a hand to his heart. "Perhaps I was upset about being ostracized from the Titans, and- and not because the getting kicked out part but maybe because—" "You'd miss me." You answered boldly, half of you was joking, the other half hoped you were right. Klarion's face felt hot, and his ears changed a different shade. Teekl was enjoying this thoroughly. "And.. is that okay?" He coughed up the courage to meet your eyes once again. "If I did miss you?" It lasted for a moment. And only a moment. But Klarion wished for it to last much, much longer. Your lips on his cheek made his heart lurch and his eyes go wide, and when you pulled back he got a whiff: Sugary cereal.Klarion gets kicked out of the Teen Titans after a mission gone wrong. You decide to seek out your former teammate.
