Legal Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Then again, I'm not making any money off of this, so it really doesn't matter anyway.
Author's Disclaimer:
Welcome readers to what is shaping up to be quite an impressive début piece for me. Here I present to you the start of what will no doubt be a very long, deeply detailed work of Drama, Comedy, Action, and Science Fiction, involving themes ranging from childish slapstick and general angst all the way up to moderate language, violence, descriptions of gore and excessive pain, and maybe even mild sexual undertones. While most of the story will be quite tame and enjoyable, I plan times where I will definitely be pushing PG-13, so if that bothers you, leave now. For those interested in enjoying my personal take on the Teen Titans and their wonderful characters, as well as the DC Comics universe in general, and aren't afraid of some mature themes, stick around. With any luck, you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Mid Story Addition: Hey, this is my extra intro for those just starting the story, which has now reached an impressive length. The main purpose of this is to hopefully convince you to stick through it, even though it isn't likely to provide the instant gratification that people seem to be so hung up about these days.
The first thing to note is that the introductory chapters are in no way representative of the story's general quality. I wrote these months ago, and they represent me warming up after a half-year break from writing. Honestly, the contrast in quality between the first two chapters and, say, the fifth chapter, is stupendous, so if you find these early sections of poor quality, zip ahead a little before you give up on me.
The second big note is that this is a highly experimental piece for me. At various times I was possessed of the desire to go in entirely new directions with the plot, including one four chapter stint that can effectively be considered a completely different story within a story. If you find the plot interruption or genre shift annoying, just skip it, the only thing you'll miss is some better than decent writing and a cartload of foreshadowing.
That said, on with the show!
Intro: A nice little introduction to the villains and their dastardly plans. All villains are original, for now, so be prepared to meet some nasty people. Just how nasty will become clear over the course of the story.
Chapter 1: The Plot
An Unknown Location
In a long dark meeting room, five figures sat spaced along a table. At one end was a figure sitting at the head, then two on each side of him, and finally, a large blank monitor at the far end. The room was so dark that nothing could be seen of any figure's face or silhouette, and this situation seemed fine by each of the participants in this shady discussion. The only method of distinguishing between them are colored placards sitting in front of each. At the head of the table sits White, to his right sit Red and Blue, and to his left sit Green and Yellow. As we enter, White has just finished dressing down Blue for making some stupid complaint or another.
"Now, if you would all please direct your attention to the monitor, I can continue the meeting, unless you have anything else to add, Blue?" spoke the figure behind the while placard. His voice was deep and calm, and betrayed no hint of anything remotely resembling mercy or pity.
"N…No sir," answered Blue's low, rumbling, and above all, stupid sounding voice. His was one that betrayed no hit of higher thinking processes, but spoke volumes about things like overwhelming size, strength, and ignorance.
"Why do you have to be so hard on ol' Blue there Whitey?" spoke Red, with the smooth voice of a man that knew his way around nightclubs, record recording studios, and the ladies. "You know the processes of cogent thought are a bit over his head."
"Who is you callin' coagulated?" snapped Blue, banging on the table hard enough to make the whole room shudder from the impact. Fortunately White had had it reinforced after the last three times it had been broken into flinders.
"Calm down Blueboy, before you get me all shook up," drawled a sultry female voice from behind the green placard. "You have useful abilities too. Without those Big muscles of yours we'd all still be in prison."
"Aww it wasn't hardly nuthin' at all Green," responded the suddenly calm Blue with obvious embarrassment in his voice.
Red, probably looking to score, tried, "I helped out too you know Green," in his best charming stud voice, over which many a woman had melted before.
"Stuff it Red, not interested," was the flat snipe that disintegrated his clearly lewd aspiration.
Red felt the sting, definitely worse because of Yellow's sudden gurgling laughter, like someone trying to blow bubbles in hot tar with a soda straw.
"(Gurkle Gurkle) you gog gowtilty shog down man (Gok-Gurkle Gurkle sputter pop)" Yellow's disgusting laughter and taunting prompted Red to a furious silence, and also to emit a dull orange glow that stood out brightly in the darkened room.
"I'll fry you you disgusting pus heap!" began Red explosively, clearly intending to make good on his threat.
"ENOUGH OF THIS," boomed White's deadly calm voice, cutting off the flurry of arguing and potential acts violence before they could even begin. "We will continue the meeting now," he continued in his normal, but oh so icy voice, inviting no protest and receiving none in turn. Imperceptible movements on his part caused the view screen to light up, displaying a blue and green planet from orbit.
"This pathetic excuse for a backwater planet is called Earth." Began White, gaining the others' rapt, or in Blue's case, rapidly deteriorating, attention. "Though rather laughable in respects to technological advancement and cultural evolution, it has one simple advantage that makes it exactly what we need to serve as our base of operations for our new crime syndicate."
Met only with incredulous silence, well, incredulous for three and idiotic for one, White was forced to continue.
"The planet earth rests on and interdimentional axes of time and space. (More silence, White gains an edge of exasperation on his normally cold voice) That means that odd things happen to Earth more than any other place in the known multiverse. So far there have been multiple attacks by fell beings from space overlords like Darkside all the way to underworld fiends like Trigon the Terrible. It has also managed to attract the universe's most potent and unbeatable superheroes in an organization known as the Justice League, as well as several other organizations of lesser renown but comparable power. Almost daily it experiences some new kind of odd happening, and this is what keeps these heroes employed."
"Wig all due respeg Whige, why would we Wang to go goo such a hero-full place?" broke in Yellow.
"I was getting to that," he said back with an unmistakable threat. Cowed, all remained silent for the remainder of the presentation.
Pressing another button, White changed the screen to a wire-frame model of an extremely complicated looking device that, by the scale meter to it's side, would seem to be the size of a football stadium. "This machine is called a time-space oscillogenerator. When placed in at a nexus of time-space flux like Earth, it can generate enough energy to power a galactic armada of ships, and also has the interesting side effect of boosting my own mental powers considerably. My proposal is that we infiltrate the planet right under the noses of the Justice League, construct an oscillogenerator on one of the planet's three super flux concentrations, and use the power gained to conquer the planet's heroes. My mind control powers will be increased to such a level that I can use them all as my puppets. With them under my control we can quickly rise to be the greatest criminal organization in the galaxy, and perhaps even it's dominators."
Emboldened by the maniacal genius of their leader's plot, the other criminals chuckled evilly, possessed of a diabolical confidence none had felt since each of their individual captures in the past. One however, did not share this particular feeling.
"White baby, what about the IDP?" cut in a concerned Green. "Won't those killjoys notice the power burst and come to investigate in that unfortunately instantaneous manner they have? I like a good ride on the power trip express as much as any of you boys, but I don't relish another stretch in the can after and IDP instant response fleet shows up."
White let out a low hiss at the though of the IDP, who indeed had managed to stop even him when he was working alone at his first crack at a criminal career. It wasn't a fleet that had gotten him, but rather one of their special agents. The Inter-Dimensional Police had an unfortunate ability to recruit all the multiverse's best and brightest, and one of them had stopped him in his megalomaniac tracks. This time though, he intended to be ready for them.
"Green my Dear, your caution is noted and well warranted, but I won't let those IDP fools get me twice. The oscillogenerator emits an energy form that no known sensor system can detect, and this planet's location in time-space is so scrambled that the IDP's tracking systems won't be able to detect our powers either—as long as we take some simple precautions. The only thing that could possibly go wrong is if the local IDP special agent (he seethed enormously at the thought of the being that had brought him low so recently; but he didn't break sentence at all) were to catch on to our activities. This I have taken measures against, and I am monitoring constantly, so it is also of little importance."
"Well, I suppose I should get ready to celebrate our soon to be realized victory as well," she responded, though the misgivings had not left her voice.
With all of his lackeys ("or 'partners', if that was what they prefer" he thought) pacified for the time being, White took a moment to admire his own brilliance. Not only would he be set down the path of universal, or perhaps even multi-universal conquest, but also he could ditch the extras any time he desired. He may have needed their paltry help to bust out of the IDP's central holding facility, but once the oscillogenerator was complete, they were no longer any more necessary than friends had ever been to White. That moment of intense euphoria never reached his expression however (not that anyone could tell in the dark), and another flicker of motion from him set the screen to display the next portion of his plot.
"The place I have chosen as our best bet for constructing the oscillogenerator unimpeded by the planet's multitude of heroes is a city on the west coastal area of it's most heavily developed continent. The natives call it 'Jump City,' and along with 'Gotham City,' and 'Metropolis,' it is one of the planet's time-space super-concentrations. Unlike the other two, it is defended by no more than a few children super-beings, and will be the perfect location to begin construction."
Of course, there were two things that White failed to consider. One, that there was a reason that the IDP special agent for this region defeated him last time, and second, that he was not dealing with child super heroes. He was dealing with the Teen Titans, which is something else entirely.
Preview: Coming up next we have (DAH DUM!) the Titans! (YAAYYY!) In come everybody's favorite super-powered minors on a pleasant little day in their lives, having no concept of the sinister forces arrayed against them in: Blissfully Unaware.