A/N: Hai! This story is something I've had under my hat for a while now but didn't put it up because it wasn't ready.
First in a series, the second of which will also come out today. So, get busy, review, have fun, et cetera.
Infiltration
"So, Cyborg, why did you call us all down here again?" Robin said in a businesslike tone.
"Look out the window. See that tiny speck in the distance?" Cyborg told him.
The Titans looked and saw a minuscule yellow dot to the north of the Tower.
"What is it?" Raven asked.
"It's a crop duster. A crop duster, I might add, on a collision course with our front lawn." Cyborg said tensely.
"We don't have a front lawn." Raven deadpanned.
"Is this really the time?"
"Fair enough. Have you tried to make contact or something yet?" Raven said, gesturing to the massive control panel in the centre of the room.
"Oh. Yeah, I tried. Have a listen to this." Cyborg pressed a button on the panel.
"Unidentified aircraft, you are in Titans Tower airspace. State your identity and intent, if you please." he said into the microphone.
There was a pause, and then the speaker crackled into life.
The Titans waited, listening intently.
Suddenly, the distinct melody of an Eighties rock track (one that Robin identified as "I Can't Wait" by Stevie Nicks – one of Batman's personal favourites) played loudly through the room. Cyborg let a minute or two pass as the song played out, then repeated itself.
"Wow, they have Stevie Nicks. Such nefarious villains." Raven drawled. Robin grinned, both at the joke and the absurdity of Raven's knowledge of such a concept as Stevie Nicks.
"Ha ha ha. That's all I get when I try to talk to the plane. That and Greg Kihn."
Robin and Raven flat out laughed, while Cyborg stood incensed and Starfire and Beast Boy obviously had no idea what was going on.
"Why don't we just send someone out to intercept them?" Robin said, after recovering his composure. "That would be much easier."
Cyborg facepalmed. "Didn't think of that. Star, BB, why don't y'all go and speak to this crop duster pilot, before he crashes into us?"
Starfire and Beast Boy returned some time later, having both landed the plane (Beast Boy, it turned out, could actually fly a plane) and taken the pilot down to the medbay.
The pilot they recovered was a tall mid-20s looking boy, with brown, black and white hair gelled up at the front. He wore a black armoured jacket with white fur shoulderpads and a white fur collar, black trousers, white gloves with white fur around the tops and black fingertips, and white fur-topped boots with black buckles. Hanging off his belt were two holsters which contained two matching custom Walther pistols.
The symbol on both his belt and the left side of his jacket showed something resembling an Omega letter with an inverted triangle in the middle.
"Have you seen his hair?" Beast Boy asked Robin. "It looks like fur off a tortoiseshell cat. And he has whiskers. Tell me that's not normal."
Cyborg couldn't find any trace of a heartbeat, and he concluded the boy was dead. His neck was broken. So the Titans buried the boy on their island, marked with a simple stone which read "The Pilot."
A week later, a bored Beast Boy was in the training room, because when he was bored he needed to either punch something or play a ridiculously complex prank on someone, and the first option was safer.
As he was punching the stuffing out of a handy punching bag, a jet black rappel line came down from the ceiling to hang just above him.
The only time he noticed anything wrong was when long locks of fiery orange hair slipped over his eyes and he found himself face to face with a see-through rebreather covering full red lips and startling green eyes.
The air in the room suddenly got very hot.
There was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, the girl blew him a kiss and then Beast Boy blacked out.
Cyborg was in the garage, polishing his car as usual, when all the power in the garage went off.
He got up off his knees and readied his sonic cannon, pointing it at shadows while his night-vision eye scanned the room. A crackling noise behind him alerted him to the presence of someone else and he span around, to meet a lightning bolt which hit him in the chest.
His systems crashed, and all he could do was watch as the lights turned back on, and a mousy-haired individual in a suit covered with lightning bolt motifs wearing welding goggles said "Sorry about this" apologetically and smashed him over the head with a large spanner, knocking him out cold.
Starfire tended to frequent the gardens when unoccupied with anything, and that was where she found herself now.
She stopped in front of an evidently freshly dug and re-filled hole with an odd metal flower planted nearby. No one had been down here besides her, so who could this have been?
Her musings were interrupted when a fist smashed its way out of the hole and a dirt covered man in an organic-looking suit dragged himself from the ground, turned his right arm into a huge metal hammer and hit her with the force of an express train into the wall.
She watched as the man touched the metal flower with a fingertip and it seemed to melt and drip upwards into his hand. Then he turned to her, gravely intoned "This'll hurt...a lot", roughly pushed her head into the floor, and she saw nothing else.
Raven hid herself in her room most of the time, and was only seen out of it either at night, when no one was around, or when Robin called her out of it for something or other.
She was leafing through one of her many spellbooks when Robin's voice (definitely Robin's, although it sounded a bit mechanical) said through the door "Excuse me, Rae, but, I needed to talk to you about something. Privately. About us."
"About us?" What is he talking about? Raven thought. She got up and pressed the button to open her door, and was faced with not Robin, but a dull blue mask with a white visor.
"Fooled you!" it said, laughing a very feminine and musical laugh, and fired two earsplitting blasts of sound at Raven, sending her flying back into her room. The sound girl danced over to Raven, and before she could summon any form of counter-attack, shot a very high pitched noise from her gauntlets that made Raven feel very dizzy. "Oh, damn, have you got it bad. It's almost poetic." she commented, perching happily on Raven's bed. "Oh, silly me, you're still awake. Whoops."
The girl carelessly sent a wave of noise which smashed Raven's head on the wall, and Raven fell to the ground unconscious.
Robin heard the strange noises from Raven's room, and, deciding she probably wasn't really into dubstep, went up to investigate.
Just at the end of the hall he was presently on, he found an almost invisible tripwire which he carefully stepped over.
He then took a fist to the face from a girl in a grey cloak, standing upside down on the ceiling. She casually pushed a bit of blonde hair off of her green goggles and dropped down from the ceiling, landing gracefully in front of him. Still dazed, he barely even noticed when she shot him in the face with a black gun, bright blue lights along the barrel, and he fell asleep.