Hi this is my first stab at a fan fic, so I'd prefer no flames, but I'm more than happy to take any constructive criticism you want to give. I decided to go for an alternate universe story where I started from the beginning so I had free reign. It'll probably be fairly dark without crossing any social boundries. :P
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, the Oscars, the Olympics or anything else that actually exists that I may have mentioned. :D
Prologue
Staring wide eyed across the bay, a small green child clad in a purple uniform waited patiently on the shore. He could hear shouts carry across the water from the large yacht in the centre of the bay. The large pillar of smoke the emanated from the yacht obscured Beast Boy's view of what was happening on the deck of the ship, but his acute sense of hearing could pick up the sound of a helicopter powering up. Preparing himself to chase the helicopter once it lifted off, Beast Boy was still debating what animal he should use.
"A hawk, I could chase them down as a hawk they wouldn't even spot me coming. But it's not as terrifying as a mighty pterosaur, that'd really freak them out." Beast Boy mused to himself excitedly, "I could finally prove myself to team if I get this right."
Beast Boy smirked to himself as the helicopter burst through the smoke and thundered overhead. It was then that a loud crack sounded through Beast Boy's ears and the force of a shockwave knocked him the ground. He stared across the bay in horror to see a fire ball where the yacht once was. He knew he should be chasing the helicopter but he sat stock still. Beast Boy could feel tears welling up inside before finally erupting into a flood of tears.
A hulking metal figure dragged himself out of the water and slowly hauled himself to his feet. He looked over to the crying child and after taking a quick glance towards the fleeing helicopter he strode over to Beast Boy and collected him in his arms. Beast Boy continued to cry only now doing so on Robot Man's shoulder.
"Everything's going to be alright Garfield; everything's going to be alright." Robot Man said as soothingly as possible, trying to reassure himself as much as Beast Boy. He then carried Beast Boy toward the town.
Five years later...
Dick Grayson sat lazily on the couch, flicking through TV channels as he did so. Deciding that there was nothing worth watching on he turned to a news channel. The Gotham news logo flashed on screen before the presenter began:
"Welcome to Gotham news tonight, I'm Sarah Jones. The major stories tonight, acting prodigy Garfield Logan has collected his third 'Best Actor Oscar' tonight for his performance as Romeo in a retelling of Shakespeare's classic aged just 15." The presenter said in traditional news reader monotone.
"In other news Olympic Gold medallist Victor Stone has been seriously injured in a car accident which also killed his mother. Exact details are currently unknown. And in local news the Joker was apprehended today by Batman and his sidekick Robin."
Dick launched the remote across the room in frustration. "Partner, not sidekick, Partner!" Dick yelled towards the screen as though the presenter could hear, before slouching back into the couch. Dick sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Is everything OK Master Grayson," a sage old voice sounded out from the doorway.
"I'm fine Alfred," Dick said without looking up.
"I'm sure Master Wayne can arrange for the media to address you differently if it would suit you Master Grayson."
"What does it matter, I'll always be in his shadow and there is nothing that I can do to change that."
"You doubt yourself too easily Master Grayson, you are fully capable of being a hero in your own right."
Dick turned to face Alfred who was now stood alongside the edge of the sofa, "thanks Alfred. Maybe you're right."
"Bruce?" Dick called out as he entered the cave that lay below the mansion he called home. Bruce, in full attire, popped his head round the corner and nodded his head motioning for Dick to continue.
"Look, Bruce, I'm not sure how to put this but I think I need to leave," Dick said tumbling at first but growing in confidence as he spoke, Bruce simply stood in silence. "Don't get me wrong you've been a father to me, but I'm not sure I can live with being your sidekick anymore."
After a brief silence Bruce walked over to Dick and placed a set of keys in Dick's hand. "I've fear this day would come for some time," Bruce said with a sad smile visible under his cowl, "These are the keys to my apartment in San Francisco, crime levels have been on the rise the for some time, you can make name for yourself there."
"I don't know what to say Bruce..." Dick said before Bruce place his hand on Dick's shoulder.
"Don't say anything, just do yourself proud" Bruce said with smile.
Garfield sat by the hospital bed that was currently filled by a large African-American man in his late teen. "I've got to say you're looking a bit rough Victor," Garfield said with a sad smile.
"Aren't you supposed to be collecting an Oscar about now green been? And anyhow I thought the pipes sticking out of my head made me look quite dashing," Victor responded with a slight chuckle.
"I sent Robot Man up to get it for me, so I could be here for you buddy. Though I've got to say you are beginning to bear a striking resemblance to him." Garfield said, laughing at his own joke.
"Thanks for that, really what I need Gar," Victor said shaking his head, "though I suppose I am technically a Cyborg now."
"See there's and upside to everything," Garfield said rising to his feet, "I should start calling you Cy from now on." Garfield reached the door and turned back, speaking seriously for a moment, "Victor, I really am sorry about your mother."
"I know, so am I," Victor said calmly as Garfield left the room. Victor looked down over his broken body, there were metal plates where his chest once was and he knew that on the inside there was a mash of his old organs and new mechanical replacements. He was currently without any limbs; his new ones were due to be added tomorrow.
"Strange," Victor thought to himself, "My Father and the doctors have saved me, yet I don't feel very alive."
Two weeks later...
A masked figure weaved through the China town alley ways, panting heavily. It was a dark night, the street lit up only by the occasional neon sign. The masked man turned and fired several shots in the direction of his pursuer. His pursuer however was undeterred and continued to gain ground on him.
The masked figure reached a dead end and turned round to face his pursuer, "I thought you'd be with your master boy."
His pursuer look up at him, "Times have changed," was all the pursuer muttered before launching himself towards the masked figure.
"Is the hoodie and face mask really necessary Cy, I mean you look like you're planning to do a bank not get lunch." Garfield said chuckling as he did so. The two teens strode down the quite streets towards their favourite pizza restaurant.
"I can't have people seeing me like this," Victor said as they entered the eating area that sat open air with a clear view of the road. The two sat at their table when the waiter appeared, seemingly out of not where.
"What can I get you this evening gentlemen." The waiter asked in a slightly pompous manner, peering over the top of his thick rimmed glasses.
"I'll have a tofu pizza, no cheese," Garfield said before pointing at Victor, "and Dick Turpin here will take one of your meat feast pizzas. We'll take a couple of cokes with that too please." The waiter nodded and left their table.
"See he barely noticed how I was dressed," Victor muttered slouching low over the table as though it would keep him hidden.
"Nah the only reason he didn't say anything is cause you wouldn't tip him if he did," Garfield responded, his acute sense of hearing capable of picking up even the mumblings of a disgruntled teenager. He was about to continue when he spotted a girl, the restaurants only other customer, sat a few tables away. She wore entirely dark attire, with a hood shielding her eyes from view. Garfield's eyes were quickly drawn to her bare legs.
"We've been here 5 minutes and you're already eying up your next conquest," Victor laughed, "but on the upside, she's holding her book the right way up, which makes her brighter than your usual."
Garfield shot him a look before muttering, "very funny, but wouldn't give up your day job. So what do you reckon my chances are?"
"Like I said she's holding the book the right up."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I'm saying," Victor said coyly, leaning over as though he didn't want anyone to hear, "she's not stupid enough to fall for you."
"Thank Cy that was really helpful, any how I wouldn't go there she seems a bit freaky."
"Your green and you turn into animals, who is the on this earth you can call freaky."
"Touché" Garfield chuckled as their pizza arrived.
Dick left the beaten heap of the masked figure lying handcuffed in the alley way and moved on. "Twelve criminals in five nights here, not the heaviest work load but I'm settling in nicely," Dick mused to himself as he leapt across the cities roof tops. It wasn't long before he spied his next target, a man who running with what was clearly a large bag of jewellery in his hand.
Dick leapt from the build down towards his target, using his cape like a parachute to slow his descent. He crash into the back of the runner and both of them went sprawling. Dick rose to his feet feeling fairly pleased with himself, until the villain rose as well and turned to him. Upon closer inspection Dick could see that the man was clad in a skin tight black suit that appeared to have cannons on the arms.
"How dare you attack Doctor Light!"
Victor stared down the road towards what appeared to be a man with two giant torches fighting a teenage boy. Victor briefly wondered if he had lost the plot before Garfield interjected, "who knew, dinner and a show." The two watched on as the man easily bested the boy in hand to hand fighting and had him pinned to the ground. "Ha that'll teach him," Garfield chuckled.
"We have to help him," a voice echoed, both of the boys were staring at the girl who sat a few tables away.
"I totally agree," Garfield said rising to his feet, Victor simply sighed at his friend and rose to his feet.
Dick knew he was in serious trouble when he found himself staring down the barrel of a light gun. "This will teach you to mess with Doctor Light." Dick could feel the heat as the weapon charged, he could also feel that two of his ribs were broken. He closed his eyes accepting the end. To his surprise it didn't come. Dick open his eyes to see Doctor Light being mauled by a giant green bear and a hooded girl stood over him with some sort of power emanating from her hands.
"Stay still, I should be able to lessen your injuries" she said in a monotone voice. Stood above her he could see a man fiddling with his arm.
"Come on, I know this thing a turn into a cannon and... oh" Victor stopped suddenly as his arm turned into a giant gun which he quickly turned towards Doctor light, "green bean get down!" He yelled as a blast leapt from his arm and hit Doctor Light square in the chest, dropping him to the ground with a thump. "Booyah!"
"Nice going Cy" as Garfield in bear form came over and high fived him. Garfield then turned to Dick who had just gotten onto his feet, "Garfield Mark Logan at your service," he said extending a hand.
"Robin," Dick said unsure as to whether he should reveal his real name.
"Hey I recognise you; you're the guy who has just moved in the apartment in the building with me and Cy. I'd recognise that mad hair anywhere." Garfield said excitedly realising the connection.
"Well this is supposed to be a disguise but, the real names Richard Grayson, my friends call me Dick." Dick said as he extended a hand, which Garfield took and shook. He then turned to Victor.
"Victor Stone at your service," he said extending a metallic hand. Once they were done meeting and greeting they turn to the girl. "So what's your name?"
"Raven," the girl said dryly, before looking at Garfield, "two questions, one how are you talking as a bear and two why are you still a bear?" Giving Garfield a glare she continued, "I mean your mouth isn't moving when you talk."
"I can talk cause Cy here made implant that turns my thoughts into words when I want it to, he's good with tech. And I'm still a bear because I forgot that normal clothes can't with stand me changing form." He chuckled, before stopping dead, "MY KEYS!"
"Right here buddy," Victor laughed holding them out in his hand, "I picked them up when you changed." Garfield wiped his head with relief and collected the keys.
"Thanks man," Garfield said putting his arm around Victor, "where would I be without you? Well I'd probably still be in Hollywood partying but hey what can I say." Victor punched him in the shoulder and shook his head.
"So Dick what made you move out here anyway, thought you was with the big man being a hero in Gotham," Garfield said looking in Dick's direction.
"I suppose I decided I needed to be my own man," Dick said scratching his head, "but I'm beginning to think I may not be cut out for this solo work."
"I'm sure the green bean and I would be willing to help you," Victor said, "I might finally have a use for all my computers, well other than for playing games with Gar any way."
"No way," Garfield protested, "I gave up that life a long time ago, and I have no plans of starting again."
"Come on Gar, you know you love being a hero, I mean look at your films you always play a hero," Victor said looking at Gar.
"It's not about being a hero Cy, I've been here before, I've lost people and I'm not about to go through it again."
"You know this city needs saving, we've just been ignoring for so long that we've started to accept it."
"I know Cy, I know. I'm just not sure I'm willing to do this anymore, I've not been Beast Boy in a long time." Garfield said shaking his head.
"Maybe it's time to pick up your up your mantle again," Dick said extending his hand to Garfield, "I know what it's like to feel the pressures of being a hero, but this city has made a call and the question is whether or not you will answer."
Garfield looked down at his hand before finally shaking it, Dick then turned to Victor who took his hand without question. Dick then turned to Raven who had maintained her right to remain silent.
"How about you Raven, want to help us rid this city of crime," Dick said again extending his hand. Raven seemed to debate her response in her mind before shaking Dick's hand.
"What do I have to lose," she said in her usual monotone.
"Well if you don't mind excusing me I'm going home, and as you two live in the same building as me do you wanna walk with?" Garfield asked before looking at Raven, "Where do you live anyhow?"
"I don't live anywhere," she responded in the same dry tone as always, "I just got here."
Victor smelling and opportunity if ever he'd smelt one spoke up, "Garfield has a spare room in his apartment I'm sure he'd house you for a while." Victor and Dick smirked at the sudden nervous look that spread over Garfield face. "I mean," Victor continued, "I'd house you but my father's staying with me and I'm sure Dick's room will still be filled out with his moving gear."
"I would like that if it's not too much trouble," Raven said looking at Garfield.
"Sure, no trouble at all," Garfield said scratching the back of his head with is claws. Victor came over and but his arms round them both.
"Let's go home," he smirked.
Please R and R. I have another couple of chapters written so I'll publish them when I feel ready.