Disclaimer: Everything in here is owned by Marvel and DC, but there will probably be things owned by others coming in later. I'll state who owns them when I do. I can't help it, I'm a crossover addict.

AN: I wrote this story a really long time ago, the first 18 chapters of it. Frankly, I think it sucks, especially the first few chapters, but I like where the plot is intended to go, so I decided to continue it in an attempt to redeem it and make it better as well as make my return to writing easier since I already have the beginning set out for me. Flame me, whatever, I plan to improvise. I'll try to rewrite the earlier chapters to make them better without necessarily retconning the future ones. The Teen Titans and most of the characters in their series will be mostly based on the versions of themselves in the Anime show while most of the Marvel people will be more original versions of themselves. Also, just to make sure no one's confused, I switch between reffering to the Titans and their recruits as their alter egoes and hero names. If you don't know them all, here it is...

Tim Drake/Robin (15 years old)
Victor Stone/Cyborg (16 years old)
Garfield Logan/Beast Boy (14 years old)
Starfire (real name, 15 years old)
Raven (real name, 15 years old)
Peter Parker/Spider-Man(14 years old)
Johnny Storm/Human Torch (16 years old)
Bobby Drake/Iceman (15 years old)
Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (14 years old)

Older AN: Okay. Just so this all makes sense, I want to point out a few things really quick. In this story, the Marvel and DC worlds are intertwined in a whole different universe. That means everything starts over - everything. The Titans are just now forming, and all of the superheroes and villains are pretty much new. It's a fresh start. Now that I have that aside, I'll begin with the story...

(Midtown High)

Dozens of teens walked around the campus of Midtown High, hanging out with their friends at lunch tables or by trees, talking about their personal issues and interests and how so many costumed figures ran about New York wildly. A particular one-of-a-kind group, Peter Parker, Johnny Storm, Bobby Drake, and Kurt Wagner sat on the steps to the hallway of Building C. These teens were anything but ordinary, both in their personalities and how strange it seemed for people so different as them to be going everywhere together in a group of friends, and that they possessed supernatural gifts rare amongst the people living in New York, let alone their age.

It all started months ago when Kurt began to wander away from his friends in a nervous manner. He would rush away from outside areas during lunches and breaks and frequently asked to go to the bathroom in class. Peter and Johnny thought this was really weird, but only Bobby failed to react in surprise, as if he understood the whole thing. Peter and Johnny thought about talking to Kurt, concerned of his strange nature and vanishing habits, but Bobby insisted that they leave him alone. Sooner or later Kurt came clean - he was a mutant, periodically turning blue and gaining pointy ears and a tail. He could disappear in thin air into another dimension and reappear wherever he wanted. Bobby explained that he and Kurt were given shelter at a mansion owned by Professor Charles Xavier, and Peter and Johnny swore not to tell anyone.

Soon after Johnny and Peter decided it was safe to reveal secrets that they, too, had kept away from each other - Peter had been the web-slinging Spider-Man, who could usually be seen patrolling Queens and southern Manhattan, unfailingly catching numerous petty criminals including the Ultimates and the Yancy Street Gang. Meanwhile, Johnny Storm had been parading as the Human Torch of the Fantastic Four, the flames that engulfed his body concealing his identity, plus that the leader Reed Richards had requested that the press wouldn't give him publicity. On their free time, when Bobby and Kurt were not busy working with the X-Men, and Johnny free from the partnering labors of his quartet, Peter would join the three of them as their vigilante alter egos and they would go on heroic searches for crime throughout Manhattan.

This bonded their friendship even closer, and in time, instead of Johnny swooning over hot rods he dreamed of buying and boasting about girls he'd flirt with, Peter excitedly reviewing technology or camera ware to his buddies or Bobby and Kurt talking about strange things they've seen at the X-Mansion or cool mutants they've met, they would all chatter over how fun it was to fight crime together and about various anecdotes or awesome things that would happen whenever they went together.

"Johnny, you didn't have to give that cat burglar a wedgie when I strung him to the pole," Peter remarked guffawing over the memory of last night.

"I couldn't help it - he looked so ditzy in that leather and I couldn't stand to hear him talking like he was so tough! So I made us the favor of showing him his true colors!"

"I mean, seriously, who wears polkadot boxers anymore?" Bobby added before they all laughed again.

Everybody stopped talking when Flash Thompson stormed up the steps, glaring right at Peter with a malicious smile on his face that meant nothing but trouble.

"Hey, Parker," he breathed menacingly, his posse standing behind him and giving the friends smug looks. "Looks like you're overdue for a swirly..."

Peter's face turned white, his blue eyes icy and vain in fear. Even though Peter once cleaned Flash's clock all across the hall and banged his head through his locker shortly after being bitten by a radioactive spider, and knowing he could do it again any day of the week, the memories of all the bullying and torment he'd given him before the birth of Spider-Man still intimidated him.

Johnny abruptly got to his feet and got in Flash's face. "You're looking a little pissed, Flash," Johnny remarked. "Leave the poor guy alone."

Those words made Flash cringe in embarrassment and his eyes flare in anger. Johnny once pulled a hysterical - and horrible - prank on Flash months ago; he snuck beer to him (with the aid of Kurt's mutant ability which he didn't yet understand) when Flash threatened to beat him up as a bribe, getting him drunk during school, and then putting plastic wrap over the bowl of the handicap toilet. With all cause and effect due, Flash had been showered in his own urine, and he burst into the lunch hall, demanding to know who did it, and became the laughing stock of the room.

Flash shoved Johnny back, who stumbled over two of the steps but maintained his balance when Flash said "You stay outta this, Storm -"

"Somebody piss in your cheerios?" Johnny interrupted. His friends, and even Flash's posse snickered, and with one look they all shut up.

The lunch bell rang, and Flash turned back to Peter, sighing grimly in disappointment. "Next time, Parker," he said, pointing right in Peter's face, and stormed off to class.

(Titans Tower)

Meanwhile Tim Drake sat on a sofa in the top floor of a huge tower sitting on an island next to a bridge, shaped like a T. He was searching in his laptop on several sites - the official sites of the Daily Planet and Daily Bugle. He skimmed the articles suspiciously, only to find writing about how Spider-Man or Superman saved this and this part of the city. Grunting in disappointment, he muttered to himself "It's got to be around here, close to Manhattan... Bruce said so," before typing in "Superhero conspiracies" on Google.

A tall, burly and muscular African teen with his body covered by robotic parts walked into the room, his footsteps booming loudly. "Find it yet?"

"No, Cyborg..." Suddenly Tim's eyes gleamed and his face perked up. "Where's Garfield?"

"He's sitting in his room, as usual... Waiting for me to finish his 'BB' game," he added with a groan. "You know, he's a fun guy, but he brags way too much," said Victor Stone.

Tim sneered "Yeah, as if I already didn't know that..."

"You know he doesn't like being called by his actual name," Victor added.

"I know, but I'm used to it... I always organize the databases and stuff..."

Victor patted his friend's shoulder. "Why don't you take a break from that thing? If I gotta say it then that's a mouthful..."

"No. I have to keep searching..."

Victor sighed and started to walk away. "You always focus on catching the bad guy so much... Starfire's starting to get worried about you, " He said before going out the door.

At those last words Tim stopped. He sighed, and closed the laptop. "Starfire... It's gotta be so hard for her to adjust to the planet like this..."

"Then go talk to her, dude!"

Tim cried out in surprise, startled. A green boy dropped from the ceiling.

"Damn it, Beast Boy!"

BB shrugged. "It's my nature..."

"I'm not trying to put too much on manners but I'd prefer not to be eavesdropped on," Tim growled.

"Don't call me Garfield then! You've done that since I joined this thing... By the way, Starfire is concerned about you..." He playfully elbowed Tim. "You know what? I think she likes you..."

Tim blushed and look away, murmuring "Shut up..."

"She's always swooning over how heroic you are," Beast Boy motioned, "In her sleep she always goes 'Robin... Oh, Robin,'" he imitated in a high pitched girl's voice.

Tim got up and started storming off.

"Swing by her room! Or better yet, by her window, in the spandex Robinware - "

"Shut up, Beast Boy!" Tim barked before going out the door.

"Yes, he got it right!" BB shouted.