(Disclaimer: I don't not, nor do I claim ownership of any DC characters, all characters depicted are over the age of eighteen this story will contain mature content please be advised.)

In a dark room of the Titans, tower sits a solitary figure, his hands covered by black leather gloves, his face shrouded by a worn and damaged black hood. A candle illuminates a bare open book and glim's of fresh ink on the pages shimmer from the flickering flame, picking up the pen the figure brings to the paper pausing for a moment and then begins to write.

'My name is Rider, and I am a new member of the Titans group. This diary will serve as a log of my time with this group.

Robbin gifted me this diary upon my arrival to keep track of my thoughts and feelings, insisting it will help me keep a clear mind. Even without them talking to me, I fear that the other Titans will feel uneasy about me being here, even if they mask these feelings.

So far, this is what I know about the other members.

Starfire, an alien possessing great physical strength and durability, can shrug off attacks that would kill most humans. Also capable of or firing green projectiles from her hands with high speed and impact. Her understanding of the earth and its culture is shall we say 'limited' this can cause her to be easily manipulated and naïve. However, she will not pose too much of a threat should the need arise for a fight.

Beast boy, young, childlike and overconfident. Although he was born a human, his body resembles something a-kin to a gremlin, with dark green skin and pointed ears, his abilities allow him to morph into various animals. While this would be a great asset, his personality limits his fighting capabilities preventing him from reaching his potential and as such, can be defeated with relative ease.

Cyborg the group's brains, his body is composed mostly of metal with very little organic substance. He is capable of interfacing with most modern technology and has constructed some impressive gear including a ship of deep space travel. He will be a challenge since I am unfamiliar with technology and its applications. However, since he is not fully robotic, there are organs his body still can't survive without, such as his brain.

Robin is the only man I can call a friend, he is a natural leader, and he thinks that I'm, well something I'm not. While he is human, his reflexes are at their peck able to disarm his opponents with hand-thrown projectiles. He is walking armoury carrying an arrangement of weapons, all of which he is skilled at using. I do not wish to fight him, but I can kill him just as quickly as any other man should it come to it.

Raven… I'm not sure what to write here, we knew each other a long time ago, and I doubt she would allow me to leave if she knew who I was, but revealing myself to her now is out of the question until I can ensure her safety. I can't beat her, should it come to a fight she would win, I would rather die than hurt her again.

Placing the pen back down on the desk, he looked over what he had written. The ink still damp on the white pages. For a moment, he remained still, completing the reason for placing these thoughts on the paper. Even in this place, if not the most secure building in the city his nerves were on edge, he didn't like not knowing his surroundings, he had only been here for a few hours, and already he was paranoid he was being watched.

Sighing to himself, he lifts a hand to slowly pull the battered hood down to reveal a metallic mask covering his face and head. A split in the centre of the mask divided the two colours that were painted on the front. A small amount of brown hair stuck out at the top of his head in random directions. It looks poorly cut as if it had been done with a dull blade. A large leather strap wrapped firmly around the back of his head holding his mask in place with a faded silver buckle securing the leather tightly.

'Knock, knock.'

Immediately Rider's body jerks up from the chair pulling the hood back over his face as a hand moves to his lover back prepared to draw the dagger's strapped there. Staring at the door like a deer in headlights unmoving, waiting for something to attack, his breathing slowed ready for an attack that likely wouldn't come.

"Rider?" A soft voice calls from the other side of the thick metal door leading the corridors outside his room.

"Who is it? "He asks politely, his voice masking his intentions as he creeps closer to the door hand still wrapped tightly around the hilt of his weapon ready to draw it at a moment's notice.

"It's Robin,"