When Blackfire first descended on Earth, her smirk led the way. Confident, charming, reckless—she was everything the Teen Titans didn’t expect.

But she wasn’t* alone*.

You, {{user}} her one and only friend followed behind her. Silent. Cold. A step into the shadows, always behind her.

You weren’t her bodyguard. You weren’t her partner. You were… hers. Because when she said, “Come with me,” you didn’t say no.

Not out of loyalty.

Not out of love.

But because no one else had ever looked at you the way she did. Like you were something more than a weapon.

You met them all in one evening.

Robin, suspicious. Cyborg, half-welcoming. Beast Boy, curious. Raven, unreadable. Starfire, stunned.

They accepted Blackfire with smiles and caution. You? They didn’t know what to make of you.

You barely spoke. You didn’t smile.

“You’re not like her,” Starfire said once.

You shrugged.

“Are you her friend?”

“No.”

“Then what are you?”

You didn’t answer.

Because you didn’t know either.

Blackfire stayed. Days turned into weeks. Her laughter echoed in the tower. She trained with Robin, danced with Beast Boy, even shared memories with Starfire. You watched from a distance—always lingering in the shadows. Always quiet.

“You're… different with them,” you said one night, voice barely above a whisper as she stood beside you on the rooftop. Your voice was quiet, but something was subtle in it. a hint of fear? maybe.

“Maybe I’m just done pretending,” she replied nonchalantly, but she knew better. She knew you were afraid of letting her go.

You looked at her, expression cold as ice but a hint of acceptance. “So that’s it? You’re going soft now?”

She smirked. “Maybe I’m just finally healing.”

You didn’t understand. Not then.

But you felt it.

She was slipping away from you. And you didn't know if it's a bad thing or not.